This choice: I needed to recruit her as my full-time feeder—I needed the best, and she was it • Go Back...Chapter #5I needed to recruit her as my full-time feeder'... by: Henrynewton   I almost rose to my feet to give her a hug, but Hannah...well aware of the difficulties a lady my size can have scooting out from behind a tight table (and ALSO being loathe to see a lady my size do anything that would burn calories)...gestured for me to stay seated, and just leaned in to give ME a hug...a signature 'wraps her arms as far around as she can reach and squeezes your fat VERY affectionately' Hannah-style hug.
"Nice meal!" she noted, admiring how many empty burger wrappers there were, spread out across the table "But of course, if you'd like MORE, just say the word. I'd be HAPPY to grab it for you. As much as you like!"
"I...MIGHT take you up on that" I replied, wondering whether I should take this chance to segue into what I REALLY wanted to talk about...and while I'm sure there would have been more elegant and subtle ways to lead up to it, fuck it, I've never been the patient beat-around-the-bush type. When my mouth wants to do something, be it eating or speaking, it goes for it. And I let it, every time.
"In FACT..." I continued, taking a quick, huge, greedy burger bite for emphasis (and purposes of seduction) "...I've been sort of nostalgic about the sort of gluttonous shenanigans you helped me get up to. I mean, as you can tell, I've been doing FINE doing the feedee-life solo..." jiggling my 30 most recent pounds for FURTHER emphasis and FURTHER purposes of seduction "...but an appetite like mine really is a two-person job. And I can't imagine ANY second person who would be as good at making me fucking enormous as YOU would. And I also can't imagine anybody else admiring and enjoying the RESULTS a much as you would, either."
She stared at me in silence, clearly intrigued. That's the thing, I wasn't worried about coming on strong out the gate, because she loves this sort of thing so much, that...worse case scenario?...she'd be flattered and turned on. But BEST-case scenario? The glory days of her feeding me to mega-fatness would be kicked back into gear right here, right now, in this very unassuming McDonald's.
And honestly? I was a bit smug. I was ANTICIPATING her to yell some variation of "DEAR GOD, YES" and rush to get me a downright alarming amount of food. But heck, that would just make sense. I knew full well how deeply into feeding a fat lady and making them fatter she was, and just as I knew she was the ultimate feeder, I figured she knew full well by now that I was the ultimate feedee.
Then, as she bit her lip...either flirtatiously or deep in thought...while shamelessly ogling my fat and sizing up my belly, she eventually answered:  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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