Him

Because I know my ex-partner is very involved in the fetish community, I saw him recently and asked what he knew about feederism.  I think most people have never heard of it.  He, of course, knew all about it.  And his first question to was the obvious one about whether my recent weight gain was because I am involved in the fetish.  He got a big smile on his face when I admitted I was very much involved in it.

He asked me a bunch of questions about it and then said that he had always been curious about the fetish but never really had anyone in his life he could experiment with.  I figured that was a hint that he wanted to try with me, but I didn’t respond to it.  I wasn’t sure if it would feel like cheating to be fed by someone else.  I certainly have no real commitment with my friend who feeds me, but he’s the only one in my life that does so.

But then he came right out and asked if he could feed me, and I decided to agree.  We arranged to meet for an early dinner on Tuesday.  

It was interesting to be fed by someone who knows about the feederism fetish instead of someone like my friend who knows he enjoys it but doesn’t have any real experience.  It is a sexual fetish after all, though I hadn’t given it that much though.  When he got to my place on Tuesday he immediately suggested that I get naked so he could get a good look at my body.  We were married for years, but something about stripping for him felt weird.  I did it anyway.  When I was nude, he started touching my body and seemed genuinely turned on by how fat I am.  He was whispering things like "your fat body is so hot, but I want to make you fatter."

After a few minutes of that I got dressed and we went to a buffet.  He told me to sit while he got me food.  He picked out everything I ate and watched me eat, only eating a little bit himself.  Mostly he was just enjoying watching me eat.  Each time I would finish he would get me more.  After a while I was feeling full but really wanted to eat more to make him happy.  I told him that I was full and he said that continuing to each after feeling full is the most erotic part of feederism.  He got me another plate of food.

I finished that plate and he started on dessert.  The first plate he brought me had four slices of cheesecake.  I know how filling cheesecake can be so I was a little intimidated by that.  It took a while, but I got it all down.  Then he asked how full I was and I said "very."  He said I’d have a large bowl of ice cream next.  I ate that.  Feeling ready to burst, he told me we could take a little break, but we weren’t done.

We sat and talked for a bit.  He asked me how much I weighed and how much I have gained recently.  He asked me if I had any weight goals and after a moment of confusion I realized he meant goals to gain weight, not to lose weight.  In all our years together we had never talked about things like this before.  He asked me if I was interested in having sex after dinner and I didn’t really know what to say.

I ate two more plates of dessert before we left.