FatBlackKitteh
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SSBHM, Force Feeding - A female feeder loves the results exhibited by her feedee.
[Author's Note: I wrote this story a while ago On Fantasy feeder, titled there 'Boy Meets Girl'. Frankly I think the new title is better. Also I've now included part 2 and will continue on with part three when I feel like it.]
Part 1
Keys jingled as they landed on the counter. The sound of the garage door closing sounded throughout the house as she walked in.
"Honey! I'm home! Did you have a good nap?"
She was carrying groceries in her arms and placed them upon the counter. After doing so she flicked a bang that had blurred her vision behind her head and kept on walking into the house.
"Honey?" she asked again, eventually making her way to the bedroom.
"Awww... he's sleeping..." She cooed to no one in particular as she put her hand on the large, soft belly of her feedee. He lay there, huge and heavy upon the king-sized bed, slumbering peacefully. His lips sucked subconsciously upon a hose that was attached to a large drum of water to stretch out his stomach.
She began to rub his massive gut, sighing as her fingers sank into the soft, flesh. She traced a finger around his navel, marveling that she could probably fit her entire hand into it if she wanted to. But, but before she could, he began to stir.
“Mmmnnnhhh?” he moaned as he began to wake up, unable to speak because of the tube in his mouth.
“Time to wake up, sleepy…” she cooed in a sing song voice, leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek while removing the tube from his mouth. “It’s almost time for your weigh in.”
“Nnnnngggghhhh…” he replied, while shifting his massive bulk over. “Just five more minutes…”
“Oh no, I know you. Five minutes usually means five hours, and if you sleep that long then I guess all the food I brought for you will be spoiled by-”
She didn’t even need to finish. By the time she pronounced “-then” he had begun the task of rolling out of bed. He shifted over, easing his wide buttocks over the side and plopped upon the ground with a large, floor shaking thud. After doing that he started to roll forward, taking his massive thunder thighs and raising them as high as he could against his heavy belly. Then, rocking and taking full swing, he managed to get on his heels, only to fall backwards from his weight, landing on his soft behind with another thud.
“Need help there big boy?” she asked a bit sarcastically with one eyebrow quirked in slight amusement.
“Hunnhhh… Yes please…” he replied, a bit embarrassed at trying to exhibit amazing amounts of strength in his state of obesity.
She walked over to him, standing directly behind her feedee. She then dug both of her feet into the ground and placed her hands into his back, both of them straining until he finally stood.
“Thanks, hon…” he wheezed, exhausted from the combined effort.
“Don’t… mention it…” she replied, smiling. It was one of the many times that she got to really feel the full effect of her work upon him. Just by helping him out of bed she could fell the full effect of every pound he gained. She loved feeling his corpulent plump flesh right in her hands; she sometimes even gave his large rear an occasional squeeze just to see how big it had gotten.
She watched him waddle off into the bathroom, wearing only the tight piece of black underwear that she bought him. It was barely visible along his backside, the tight elastic spandex cutting into his lower back… and the front hidden underneath his belly. All of it just barely succeeded in framing his two massive rear flanks. Both of them were jiggling to and fro, tempting her to reach out and grab one.
She was mesmerized by this short display of wobbling flesh, and was sad to see it go while her favorite feedee went to go relieve himself from the massive amounts of water he had slept off. Her eyes traced around looking at the bedroom, from the decorative wall paper, to the crown molding to the large imprint of the mattress on the four-poster double reinforced bed.
Her mind began to wander as she recollected as to how she could afford such a place to care and pamper her feedee. After all, with him at home eating all the time, she was the only one with an income.
The truth was she was a famous artist who signed her artwork with a fake name, so not as to attract too much attention in her personal life. Even though her agent begged her to be present at every promotional exposition, she refused, stating that she had to devote all her time working on her masterpiece.
Said work of art was using the porcelain express at the time.
She molded him like clay; after all, when she first discovered him he was thin and wiry, lean and well built. His body reminded her of Michelangelo’s “David.” His overall build wasn’t that of a body builder or a jock, he was just a scrawny nerd; a scrawny nerd with looks.
Of course, with her help he had enhanced his form, adding wondrous amounts of flab which piled upon his body with time. He was pear shaped, and even at his great weight, his waist and buttocks were still wider than his belly. She loved every enhanced detail about him, noting the ever-improving traits which removed what little flaws there were left upon her ever-growing creation.
“Dear?” came his beautiful voice, rich like dark chocolate melting slowly and covering a marshmallow treat. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” she replied, blinking from her deer-in-the-headlights moment. “Sorry, I just spaced out.”
Part 2
She stood up, getting of the bed and making her way towards him, slinging one arm around his massive backside and groping one of his massive love handles.
“Let’s get you washed up before your weigh in, o-kay?” she asked with a smirk upon her face.
“Alright,” he replied, somewhat dazed, enjoying the way she manipulated his sensitive side by squishing his ample flab in her finger.
Within a matter of moments the large Jacuzzi-sized tub was full of nice warm bathwater, and he had eased himself into it. He took time to put each thick leg into the water before slowly submerging his belly, which ended up jiggling all over from the jets that massaged his curves with an incessant beat.
He gave a light sigh as he adjusted to his warm soak, while she went off to go get her cleaning supplies from the nearby closet.
She took a bucket and plunged it into the hot water, then held it over his plump head and let it down. She enjoyed watching it flow, cascading down his wet hair, over what remained of a plump neck, and between his thick breasts that easily outdid hers. This flow of water across his gigantic gut and back into the water.
She repeated the process over again, and this time grabbed a bottle of shampoo. She lathered the soap to a fine lather, and then applied it, scrubbing gently into his hair.
Another rinse and then she got to her favorite part, the body wash. She lathered this as well, but this time applied it to his body. She enjoyed caressing his soft flesh with her hands, loving the feel of his fat flesh ooze between her fingers. She knew that while she bathed him she could get away with several things that he probably would accept without becoming suspicious. A knead here, a pinch there… a shake and wobble over there… and then with one final rise of the adjustable nozzle he was done.
She then proceeded to help him out, putting her hands underneath his thick arms to cradle him up and out of the tub; a task that was getting more and more difficult every day, but she reveled in it. She just loved the feel of his bloated mass leaning into her, pressing against her while he strained to get up. It was a sign of dominance on her part; she knew that he depended upon her, and that there was nothing that he could really do at this point to change it.
“Let’s go for that weigh in, sweetie.”
“Alright.”
He waddled over to the scale, moving and quivering his massive bulk onto the cold metal sensor. His gigantic stomach had long blocked the readout, so he had to rely on his feeder to tell him the results.
She, however, was a bit delayed, mesmerized once again by the gigantic wobbling pillow of feedee. She just loved how his belly swayed against his knees and how his butt jiggled back and forth as he moved.
“Sooo…?” he asked with an air of playful anticipation.
“Five hundred and two.”
For FFAs
by Fat Black Kitteh
by Fat Black Kitteh
[Author's Note: I wrote this story a while ago On Fantasy feeder, titled there 'Boy Meets Girl'. Frankly I think the new title is better. Also I've now included part 2 and will continue on with part three when I feel like it.]
Part 1
Keys jingled as they landed on the counter. The sound of the garage door closing sounded throughout the house as she walked in.
"Honey! I'm home! Did you have a good nap?"
She was carrying groceries in her arms and placed them upon the counter. After doing so she flicked a bang that had blurred her vision behind her head and kept on walking into the house.
"Honey?" she asked again, eventually making her way to the bedroom.
"Awww... he's sleeping..." She cooed to no one in particular as she put her hand on the large, soft belly of her feedee. He lay there, huge and heavy upon the king-sized bed, slumbering peacefully. His lips sucked subconsciously upon a hose that was attached to a large drum of water to stretch out his stomach.
She began to rub his massive gut, sighing as her fingers sank into the soft, flesh. She traced a finger around his navel, marveling that she could probably fit her entire hand into it if she wanted to. But, but before she could, he began to stir.
“Mmmnnnhhh?” he moaned as he began to wake up, unable to speak because of the tube in his mouth.
“Time to wake up, sleepy…” she cooed in a sing song voice, leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek while removing the tube from his mouth. “It’s almost time for your weigh in.”
“Nnnnngggghhhh…” he replied, while shifting his massive bulk over. “Just five more minutes…”
“Oh no, I know you. Five minutes usually means five hours, and if you sleep that long then I guess all the food I brought for you will be spoiled by-”
She didn’t even need to finish. By the time she pronounced “-then” he had begun the task of rolling out of bed. He shifted over, easing his wide buttocks over the side and plopped upon the ground with a large, floor shaking thud. After doing that he started to roll forward, taking his massive thunder thighs and raising them as high as he could against his heavy belly. Then, rocking and taking full swing, he managed to get on his heels, only to fall backwards from his weight, landing on his soft behind with another thud.
“Need help there big boy?” she asked a bit sarcastically with one eyebrow quirked in slight amusement.
“Hunnhhh… Yes please…” he replied, a bit embarrassed at trying to exhibit amazing amounts of strength in his state of obesity.
She walked over to him, standing directly behind her feedee. She then dug both of her feet into the ground and placed her hands into his back, both of them straining until he finally stood.
“Thanks, hon…” he wheezed, exhausted from the combined effort.
“Don’t… mention it…” she replied, smiling. It was one of the many times that she got to really feel the full effect of her work upon him. Just by helping him out of bed she could fell the full effect of every pound he gained. She loved feeling his corpulent plump flesh right in her hands; she sometimes even gave his large rear an occasional squeeze just to see how big it had gotten.
She watched him waddle off into the bathroom, wearing only the tight piece of black underwear that she bought him. It was barely visible along his backside, the tight elastic spandex cutting into his lower back… and the front hidden underneath his belly. All of it just barely succeeded in framing his two massive rear flanks. Both of them were jiggling to and fro, tempting her to reach out and grab one.
She was mesmerized by this short display of wobbling flesh, and was sad to see it go while her favorite feedee went to go relieve himself from the massive amounts of water he had slept off. Her eyes traced around looking at the bedroom, from the decorative wall paper, to the crown molding to the large imprint of the mattress on the four-poster double reinforced bed.
Her mind began to wander as she recollected as to how she could afford such a place to care and pamper her feedee. After all, with him at home eating all the time, she was the only one with an income.
The truth was she was a famous artist who signed her artwork with a fake name, so not as to attract too much attention in her personal life. Even though her agent begged her to be present at every promotional exposition, she refused, stating that she had to devote all her time working on her masterpiece.
Said work of art was using the porcelain express at the time.
She molded him like clay; after all, when she first discovered him he was thin and wiry, lean and well built. His body reminded her of Michelangelo’s “David.” His overall build wasn’t that of a body builder or a jock, he was just a scrawny nerd; a scrawny nerd with looks.
Of course, with her help he had enhanced his form, adding wondrous amounts of flab which piled upon his body with time. He was pear shaped, and even at his great weight, his waist and buttocks were still wider than his belly. She loved every enhanced detail about him, noting the ever-improving traits which removed what little flaws there were left upon her ever-growing creation.
“Dear?” came his beautiful voice, rich like dark chocolate melting slowly and covering a marshmallow treat. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” she replied, blinking from her deer-in-the-headlights moment. “Sorry, I just spaced out.”
Part 2
She stood up, getting of the bed and making her way towards him, slinging one arm around his massive backside and groping one of his massive love handles.
“Let’s get you washed up before your weigh in, o-kay?” she asked with a smirk upon her face.
“Alright,” he replied, somewhat dazed, enjoying the way she manipulated his sensitive side by squishing his ample flab in her finger.
Within a matter of moments the large Jacuzzi-sized tub was full of nice warm bathwater, and he had eased himself into it. He took time to put each thick leg into the water before slowly submerging his belly, which ended up jiggling all over from the jets that massaged his curves with an incessant beat.
He gave a light sigh as he adjusted to his warm soak, while she went off to go get her cleaning supplies from the nearby closet.
She took a bucket and plunged it into the hot water, then held it over his plump head and let it down. She enjoyed watching it flow, cascading down his wet hair, over what remained of a plump neck, and between his thick breasts that easily outdid hers. This flow of water across his gigantic gut and back into the water.
She repeated the process over again, and this time grabbed a bottle of shampoo. She lathered the soap to a fine lather, and then applied it, scrubbing gently into his hair.
Another rinse and then she got to her favorite part, the body wash. She lathered this as well, but this time applied it to his body. She enjoyed caressing his soft flesh with her hands, loving the feel of his fat flesh ooze between her fingers. She knew that while she bathed him she could get away with several things that he probably would accept without becoming suspicious. A knead here, a pinch there… a shake and wobble over there… and then with one final rise of the adjustable nozzle he was done.
She then proceeded to help him out, putting her hands underneath his thick arms to cradle him up and out of the tub; a task that was getting more and more difficult every day, but she reveled in it. She just loved the feel of his bloated mass leaning into her, pressing against her while he strained to get up. It was a sign of dominance on her part; she knew that he depended upon her, and that there was nothing that he could really do at this point to change it.
“Let’s go for that weigh in, sweetie.”
“Alright.”
He waddled over to the scale, moving and quivering his massive bulk onto the cold metal sensor. His gigantic stomach had long blocked the readout, so he had to rely on his feeder to tell him the results.
She, however, was a bit delayed, mesmerized once again by the gigantic wobbling pillow of feedee. She just loved how his belly swayed against his knees and how his butt jiggled back and forth as he moved.
“Sooo…?” he asked with an air of playful anticipation.
“Five hundred and two.”
