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The Compromise
by T.D.

Dean looked around at the people attending the convention while the welcoming speaker continued his talk. Most of the same people were there, and he was starting to lose hope. This was his fourth year at the National Feeder/Feedee Convention, and he had not yet found a lady who was willing to let him feed her. When the speech was over and everyone left to mingle at the hotel bar, he looked at all the people excitedly talking. There was about an even split between men and women. The problem was that almost all of them wanted to be feeders. He watched the feeders he knew walk quickly between the circles of people. They would politely introduce themselves to the few new participants, and try to discover if they were feeders or feedees. Dean looked too, but soon was resigned to the fact that he was out of luck again this year. He was at the bar when Kelly walked up and sat down beside him.

"Looks like slim pickings again this year, no pun intended," said Kelly, as she ordered a drink. "Sure is," replied Dean. Kelly and Dean had met at the first convention. After exploring an initial attraction to each other, they discovered they both wanted to be feeders. The two hung around together anyway, pooling information about the other conventioneers in case one of them found a possible match for the other. "Look at that belly on Ken," said Kelly wistfully. "It's hard to believe that last year he looked like a stick in his swimsuit. Ann must have fed him really well." "She's not letting him out of her sight, either," replied Dean. "Whenever a woman approaches, Ann is right there, patting Ken's belly like a trophy and smiling from ear to ear." Kelly looked around and saw a lady enter the room. She tapped Dean on the shoulder. "Look who just arrived," she said. Dean looked over and saw Jan, with Greg right behind her. "Oh my Lord!" exclaimed Dean. "I thought Jan was a feeder!" "Looks like Greg changed her mind about that," said Kelly. "Look at the size of those hips! No size 6 for her this year," she said.

Dean turned to face Kelly and smiled playfully. "How about you?" he asked. "I could feed you until you wouldn't be able to fit Jan's pants over your thighs." Kelly laughed and grabbed Deans' hand before he could pat her on the rump again. "I'm a size 5 now, and I will always be a size 5. You couldn't fatten me if you tried," she said. "What about you?" she said jokingly. "I could put a belly on you so big that by next year Ken would look skinny again." "You couldn't fatten me with all the pastries in the world," replied Dean laughing. Their laughter continued for awhile. After a few seconds, it seemed to change into a forced chuckle. They both nervously turned back to their drinks, and spent the rest of the evening talking about other things and discussing the people at the convention.

Later that night as Dean lay in his bed, he thought about what Kelly had suggested. She was a fantastic lady, and he always had a good time when they were together. It wouldn't be so bad to be on the receiving end if a wonderful lady like Kelly was doing the feeding. In her own room, Kelly looked at herself in the mirror and tried to imagine what her body would look like after Dean had fed her for a few months. She wouldn't mind being fattened by a handsome man who would take care of her every need.

The next day, Dean made it a point to talk with Ken and the other male feedees at the convention to find out what it was like to be fed. "It's incredible," said Ken. "Here you are being fed huge quantities of delicious food by a woman you love, and you know she is doing the one thing that gives her the most enjoyment in the world. You want to eat a little more each meal, just to make her happy, and you feel proud as you see the new soft rolls appear on your belly. Ann and I are partners, trying to create a beautiful fat body. Every time I pop a button or burst through my pants, I feel like I've reached a milestone, and Ann smiles for hours. We both love the weekly weigh-in and measuring sessions. We plan together and celebrate together. The sex is fantastic, and it keeps getting better the fatter I get."

Meanwhile, Kelly found herself talking to Jan. "What made you change your mind?" she asked. "Greg convinced me to let him try feeding me for just one meal right after last years' convention. As he fed me, I felt myself becoming more and more aroused. He was in heaven, and you could tell he was getting excited as he watched my belly round out with the huge amount of food I was eating. By the time I had finished dessert, I could hardly move, and was so excited I could barely keep my hands off him. Greg felt the same way. When we made love that night, it was fantastic. He was so gentle and tender. He constantly caressed my bloated tummy, and treated me like a queen. As my feeding progressed over the next months, he was constantly praising my growth, and loved me more as I grew. Although I have lost some mobility, I now can wrap Greg around my little finger. If I put on a pair of tight shorts or some spandex leotards, he gets so excited he will do about anything I want. I am now cared for by the most wonderful man in the world, and I am savoring every minute of it. With every pound I gain, he is more caring and affectionate. My goal is to grow as fat as possible. If I do that, I will be the happiest woman in the world, and Greg will be the happiest man."

Sunday afternoon as the convention was breaking up, Kelly and Dean got together for a drink in the hotel bar. They sat near the hotel exit, and said goodbye to other friends leaving to return home. As they sat at the table, thinking their own thoughts, each turned to the other and simultaneously started to speak. They smiled at each other. "You go first," said Dean. Kelly gathered her courage and spoke. "You live in Chicago, right?" she asked. "Sure," said Dean. "I live only about 10 miles from you." "I was thinking about what you said about fattening me up," she said. "This may be crazy, but if your willing, I would agree to be fed for one meal only with one condition." Dean's face broke into a big smile. "And what is this condition?" he asked. "That I get to feed you a meal the next night," said Kelly slyly. Dean and Kelly stared at each other while they considered the proposal. Then big smiles appeared on their faces. "I think I can agree to that," said Dean. "I was thinking almost the same thing myself." They excitedly exchanged addresses and phone numbers. Kelly was to be at Dean's house Friday night, while Kelly would be the hostess at her apartment Saturday night. As they left the bar to return home, Dean said, "Wear some bicycle shorts and a halter top on Friday. I want to see you burst out of them as I fatten you up." Kelly laughed to hide her excitement. "And I want you to wear just your gym shorts on Saturday. That way I'll see that belly grow with each fattening bite I give you," she answered. They waved to each other as they drove off.

Kelly arrived at Dean's house a little before 7 on Friday. She was excited and nervous at the same time. When Dean answered the door, he smiled broadly and handed her a glass of sherry. "It sharpens the appetite," said Dean. Kelly could smell all the delicious food cooking in the kitchen, and her hunger did increase. She sat on the couch, sipping her sherry, as Dean worked in the kitchen. Right at 7, Dean announced that dinner was ready. "I'll be right there," said Kelly. "I want to wash my hands first." She entered the bathroom, stripped off her outer clothing, and came to the table wearing her bicycle shorts and a halter. When Dean came out of the kitchen with the first course, she posed provocatively. "Let's see if you can burst me out of these," Kelly challenged, smiling. Dean broke out laughing. "By the time you leave here, those shorts are going to feel like a girdle," said Dean, excitedly.

He directed Kelly to sit in an overstuffed easy chair. Pillows were arranged to make her as comfortable as possible. "Are you ready to eat?" said Dean. "I'm starving!" answered Kelly, reaching for the salad. "Oh, no," said Dean. "A woman being fed never feeds herself. I will feed you." Dean started to feed her the antipasto salad that was covered with a heavy portion of oil and vinegar. Kelly felt her excitement grow as she quickly finished the salad. Dean followed with a full bowl of Fettuccini Alfredo, which Kelly eagerly ate. "I'm still hungry," said Kelly slyly, as she finished the last bite of the pasta. "That's only the second course, answered a smiling Dean. He went off to the kitchen for the next course. He spoon fed her several portions of lasagna layered with fattening cheeses. As she ate the last bite, he patted her rounded stomach. "So big already, and we haven't even had dessert!" he said lovingly. Kelly felt her excitement grow as he stroked her bloated belly. "Dessert already? I ate more for lunch today than this," she said coyly. Dean returned with a plate of ravioli, and quickly fed Kelly. Kelly felt herself reaching capacity. With every bite, she felt more aroused. She knew that Dean was excited, and she was enjoying all the pampering and the way her body felt as he fed her. As Dean turned to go get the dessert, Kelly called after him. "Why don't we wait a while on dessert," He turned around and slowly helped Kelly out of her chair. "I never thought you could eat that much," said Dean admiringly, while staring at the stretched spandex of Kelly's bicycle pants. "With all the calories you just put away, you should be bursting out of those clothes any second." They sat on the couch together and talked while Dean softly massaged her swollen belly. Soon they were caressing and kissing, neither one of them being able to hold back the lust they felt for the other.

After 10 minutes, Dean forced himself off the couch. "It's time for dessert," he said smiling. Kelly looked down at the bulge in his pants. "If you don't mind, I would like to be served dessert in the bedroom." Dean helped Kelly off the couch, led her to the bedroom, and had her lie on the bed with her head propped up with pillows. When he was sure she was comfortable, he ran to the kitchen while Kelly laughed at his excitement. The butter log cake was loving fed to Kelly as she eagerly ate every bite. As he fed her, he stroked her soft thighs and belly. Every mouthful seemed to make her belly tighter. By the time the last bite was swallowed, Kelly could no longer control herself. She pulled Dean down on top of her. Their lovemaking was intense, and at the same time gentle. Both Dean and Kelly held nothing back as they quickly climaxed. They lay together cuddling awhile before making love again.

Just before midnight, Kelly slowly got up and started to put her outer garments on. "Stay the night," begged Dean. "I can promise a full breakfast in the morning." "Oh, no," said Kelly, with a crafty smile. "I have a special guest coming over for dinner tomorrow night, and I want to have everything perfect." Dean walked her to the door, all the while caressing her swollen belly. After a lengthy kiss that almost had them heading back to the bedroom, Kelly stroked her belly lovingly, smiled, and walked to her car.

When Dean knocked on Kelly's door, he heard her tell him to come in and sit at the table. He entered and sat down. He was a little nervous. A minute later, Kelly entered wearing a sheer harem outfit and carrying a crystal ball. "She is gorgeous," thought Dean. "And the tummy bulge from last nights' feast makes her even more beautiful." Kelly said nothing as she placed the crystal ball in the middle of the table, sat down, and took his hands in hers. She stared into the ball, then closed her eyes and spoke. "I see in your future big developments. As you expand your horizons, you will grow in stature. With my help, you will soon burst through barriers that now contain you. As your appetite escalates, you will grow fat consuming the preparations of others eager to please you." The emphasis she put on the words could not be mistaken. She stroked the palm of his hand slowly. "Are you ready to begin?" she asked. Dean smiled and nodded his head. He stood up, and slowly took off his shirt and pants. He was left wearing only a pair of gym trunks. Kelly stared at him and smiled. "Love the outfit," she said. "But your belly is much too small and flat. Let's see if I can round it out some," she said with a cunning smile as she walked to the kitchen.

Kelly returned carrying a tureen of soup. She set it on the table, then took his arm and sat him down. After tying a bib around his neck, she started spoon-feeding him the soup. "It may not look rich, but believe me, it is," said Kelly, her eyes lighting up excitedly. "It's delicious," said Dean. "But I hope you have something more filling to eat; I'm starved!" "Don't worry about that: I'm just getting started," said Kelly. She returned with two large fondue pots, and two platters piled high with meat and bread. Kelly deftly speared 12 pieces of marbled meat with the fondue forks and put them into the oil pot. She did the same with 12 pieces of bread, and put them into the pot filled with melted cheese. After waiting a few seconds, she started forking the meat and bread into Deans' mouth, alternating between the two, and filling the forks as they were eaten. Dean just opened his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. Kelly was like a machine gun as the forks flew between the pots and his mouth.

After an hour, Kelly took a break to survey her progress. Dean stood up and could not help but put his fattening belly on display. Kelly reached over and stroked his round belly. Both felt a chill of excitement as she fondled it lovingly. "I hope you're not done yet," said Dean smiling. "I'll have to stop at McDonalds on the way home if this is it." Kelly returned to the kitchen and brought two more platters piled high with bread and meat. "You have a long way to go," said Kelly, as she filled the forks for round 2. Dean tried to keep up the pace, but 45 minutes later he was slowing notably. As Kelly put the last of the fondue into his open mouth, Dean groaned with relief. A startled look came to Kelly's face. "Your not going to quit before dessert, are you?" As Dean tried to regain his composure, Kelly brought out another fondue pot filled with thick melted chocolate and a platter containing a pre-sliced sponge cake. "This is going to stretch the elastic in those gym shorts," she said with a smile. She dipped the first forkful of cake into the rich chocolate, and slowly placed it in Dean's mouth. After the first few bites, Kelly moved her chair to his side, and put the next fattening bite into her own mouth. She closed her eyes, savored the cake, and swallowed. "Oh, the calories this must have!" she said dreamily. Dean finished the rest of the cake while Kelly stroked his belly. Kelly helped Dean up out of the chair, held him at arms length, and surveyed her creation. Dean's belly was round and taut, and his shorts were riding low across his hips. She engulfed him in a lusty embrace, and her hand slid inside his tight waistband. "I think your fortune is going to come true," she whispered into his ear. They quickly moved to the bedroom, and spent the rest of the evening making love. As they held each other, Dean said, "I don't know which evening I enjoyed more." "Me either," replied Kelly, stroking his belly. "We do have a problem, though," said Dean. Kelly stared at him with a confused look on her face. "If things go the way I think they will, in a few months neither of us is going to enjoy walking up the stairs to your apartment," said Dean. Kelly smiled broadly at him. "I can help you move your stuff into my place tomorrow if your willing," said Dean hopefully. Kelly said nothing as she rolled on top of him and kissed him. "I'm going to fatten you up like a hog!" she said with a wide grin. "By the next feeders convention, your belly will be so huge you won't be able to fit through the door!" "I hope I can," replied Dean. "Because someone is going to have to help you squeeze those hips through the banquet hall door after I fatten you, Miss Blimp-to-Be."

They moved in together the next day and were married soon after. Each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, Dean packed Kelly full of fattening food, while Kelly stuffed Dean on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. As their food and clothing bills skyrocketed, they cut expenses in other areas. The first things to go were the memberships at their health spas. They used one car to drive to work, and bought clothes that they could grow into as each of them expanded. They constantly taunted and teased the other.

"Why Dean, did you have to loosen your belt another notch? I'll soon have you too fat to even reach your belt buckle." snickered Kelly. "What's this tear in your dress? Did you have another blowout after I stuffed you this morning? Lane Bryant had better start making larger sizes," replied Dean smiling. Each barb and joke seemed to spur them on. They each trembled with excitement as they stuffed their spouse with huge amounts of fattening delicacies.

Both also delighted in their growing bodies, and strived to grow fatter for the other. Whether acting as the feeder of feedee, they each continued to feel ecstasy as they stuffed, or were stuffed by, their spouse. On Sundays, they would pick out a one-price, all-you-can-eat restaurant, and see who could out eat the other. As bellies grew and hips and breasts expanded, their lovemaking became more intense. They couldn't get enough of each other.

As Dean and Kelly entered the banquet hall at the 5th annual Feeders/Feedees Convention, everyone froze. Dean entered first, his belly protruding out far before him and jiggling like a jelly-filled globe. Kelly came right after, her breasts and hips enormous, stretching the fabric of her dress almost to the bursting point. As the stunned onlookers stared, they noticed the belt Dean was wearing had a 60-inch tape measurer fastened on top. The tape started at his buckle, and ended several inches before the belt fastened at the other end. Kelly had a horizontally-stripped pattern for her dress, with a tape measurer sewn in around her bust, waist, and hip lines. Like Dean, the tape around her hips came well short of enclosing her expanse.

The two smiled and nodded to the other participants, and made a bee-line to the buffet. Instead of taking the regular plates, they each took a tray, and quickly started piling it full of fattening entrees. When they were finished, they sat down next to each other at an empty table. They grabbed their silverware, and started feeding each other from their overloaded trays. As they savored their first bites, a spontaneous burst of applause exploded from the onlookers. Kelly and Dean smiled and nodded their acknowledgment, while continuing to feed each other. After swallowing, Dean leaned over his bulging belly and smiled to Kelly. "Did you see a huge "idea" light bulb suddenly appear in the room?" he asked. "I had better start fattening you up," she answered. "I have a feeling that next years' convention is going to be huge, and I want to keep you ahead of the pack," she said, patting his belly proudly. "You couldn't fatten me with all the pastries in the world," replied Dean, while struggling to loosen his belt. "But I could fatten you till you couldn't get Jan's pants over your thighs," said Dean, patting his wife's' enormous hips and watching the fat jiggle. "You couldn't fatten me if you tried," she answered. "I'm a size 5 now, and will always be a size 5." Dean and Kelly burst into a hysterical fit of laughter, arousing the curiosity of the other conventioneers. As soon as they could calm themselves, they smiled and started to feed each other at a faster pace. The Sixth Annual Feeder/Feedee Convention was going to be something to see.