The Feedee - By Kid A (XWG)

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Re: The Feedee - By Kid A (XWG)

Postby kid a » Sun Mar 04, 2018 6:28 pm

Junketh71 wrote:This was an interesting story development. Thank you for the update.


My pleasure - Part 4 should be up tonight or tomorrow AM.
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Re: The Feedee - By Kid A (XWG)

Postby kid a » Sun Mar 04, 2018 7:47 pm

Part 4

Winter arrived in Vegas, and to Seth’s disappointment the couple seemed to vanish from the buffet. For months he would anxiously scan the dining area for that ever fatter damsel but she (and they) were nowhere to be found. It was deflating - although he never had a thing for fat chicks, he was a people-watcher by nature and something about their antics had him transfixed as if it were the latest NetFlix binge-watching phenomenon.

But in time he got over his obsession and rediscovered his first true love - poker. Having saved up enough money to confidently return to the tables, he started small. First it was the 1-2 No-Limit game at the Flamingo. After a few months of fleecing those drunken amateurs he set his sights higher and by Spring time was duking it out with a fairly tough crowd at the MGM Grand.

One night he sat there with a small tower of chips in front of him. Cards flew from the dealers hands; squeezing the two that lay in front of him, he looked down at Ace-Queen offsuit. Tempting, he thought, but realizing he was in early position with multiple tough players behind him, those cards wisely went into the muck.

As he leaned back in his chair and took a swig of his beer, he watched in amazement as the man from the buffet sat down in the open seat directly across from him. Setting down a full rack of chips, he silently arranged them in front of him and with a confident glance around table motioned to the dealer that he was entering the game.

Cards flew again as the next round of action began. Seth watched closely as the man looked at his hand and after a pause flipped them towards the dealer into the muck. His phone chimed, and upon swiping the screen to read the message, he grinned and swiveled around towards the rails.

There she was. Seth had not laid eyes on her in at least 5 months and was it ever worth the wait. Munching on a full-sized candy bar, her pale and flabby forearms oozed over the metal edging as she consumed her treat. Her upper arms positively bulged with fat, surging far past her dimpled elbows. Easily the size of a “lesser” women’s thighs, they wobbled in unison with her massive breasts as she took the last bite of the chocolate and shot him a sultry wink.

Slowly turning to the side, Seth received a full on view of her morbidly obese form. She must have packed on 100 pounds since their last trip to the Bellagio Buffet, he thought. A quick estimate pegged her weight in the 350 range, and from the looks of things she sure wasn’t pumping the brakes. Another huge candy bar emerged from her purse and she promptly tore off the wrapper.

As she took a big bite, Seth marveled at the latest changes to her figure. Attired in a shimmery, blousy plus-sized dress, her massive shelf of an ass jutted out at least a foot beyond her flabby back, the rolls of which were clearly visible through the outfit. Blubbery, meaty thighs rubbed together down past her knees, and her newfound cellulite and bulges were a true testament to a bottomless appetite.

Meanwhile her triple belly jutted out far past her sagging breasts. Its lower apron dangled heavily onto her rotund thighs, straining the dress and wobbling like jello as she headed for the bar. Seth watched her huge ass jiggle uncontrollably as she waddled away. Easily 60 inches around at the hips, she seemed to be quickly approaching the dimensions of the larger woman her man had dared to ogle in her presence last fall.

The man was also enjoying the show. He watched intently as she plodded on, but then suddenly stood up and headed in the opposite direction for the toilets. Seth looked down and saw he had left his phone behind. The message from that now very fat woman was still displayed on the screen. Scratching his head, Seth noticed it was comprised of only one word.

“OINK”
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Re: The Feedee - By Kid A (XWG)

Postby Matt L. » Mon Mar 05, 2018 12:41 am

This is an intriguing and very entertaining story, superbly written.

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Re: The Feedee - By Kid A (XWG)

Postby kid a » Mon Mar 05, 2018 2:50 am

Matt L. wrote:This is an intriguing and very entertaining story, superbly written.

Cheers, Matt


ty sir
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Re: The Feedee - By Kid A (XWG)

Postby kid a » Mon Mar 05, 2018 10:28 am

Part 5

“Big” was the operative word that evening. From the big, long awaited return of the mystery couple, to the sight of her big, cellulite ridden ass and thighs...culminating with a HUGE night for Seth at the poker table.

He simply couldn’t miss. Every small pocket pair he held seemed to flop a devastating set against a well heeled opponent, while his own aces and kings sailed by unscathed sending many an adversary back to the cashier for more chips.

Heading for the exits with close to $10,000 crammed into his wallet, he knew the time was right to dive into the game again full-time. After consulting with his mentor, he booked a trip to Macau and set out again on his own, leaving Las Vegas behind in the jet trails.

The next year seemed to fly by. 18 hour days at the poker table became the norm, and his bankroll rose and fell like the tides from the mix of sharp-tooth pros and rich, gambling businessmen at the tables.

But stayed at the party too long it seemed. A brutal two month stretch of cold cards and bad beats left him once again left his bank account drained and his confidence shaken. So with his tail between his legs, he caught the cheapest flight back to Vegas. Sipping a beer in coach, he logged into the in-Flite WiFi and after hesitating, sent a message to his old boss at the Bellagio. “Hey man...does the buffet still need help?”

They did, and back home he got re-acquainted with his old routine and quickly accustomed to the less exciting existence of a service worker. Soon he forgot all about Macau. And had almost forgotten entirely about that mystery couple until fate brought the three back together one Saturday night.

Standing behind his usual spot at the sushi station, he was shaking off the malaise of a 10 hour shift when the double doors swung open. In sauntered the man, sizing up the room and looking around for a suitable spot to dine. Seth froze, waiting for his fattened lover to follow suit; but for a moment he stood there alone.

The man turned around, and seemed to roll his eyes. Motioning to the a Greeter by the door, a large vase was pushed aside as if to make room for something. Seth was confused until he heard a beep, followed by the low whirring of an electric motor and her grand entrance.

In she rolled on a bright pink Rascal Scooter, taking a long drink from the oversized tropical drink that rested in her cup holder. Seth’s jaw dropped farther than ever as he sized her up. If he thought she was fat 18 months ago, that memory seemed downright skinny in contrast to the gelatinous blob of a woman crammed into that cute little vehicle.

The face he saw was unrecognizable from the first night that he laid eyes on her. Her thick, triple chins melted into jowly cheeks and a soft neck that poured down onto the top of her muumuu. Wide, round and massive upper arms sprouted out of the gown’s cavernous openings, cresting onto her forearms in a cascade of blubber while her dimpled hands nervously stroked her sides.

It was hard to tell where her breasts ended and her belly began. Roll upon roll of blubber sprouted out from her torso, filling all the space the scooter had to offer and resting heavily into and over its steering wheel.

Her hips, easily 5 feet across, poured out past the sides of the seat. A triumphant mess of creases, saddle-bags and blubber binding into her belly and resting upon her gigantic thighs. Her calves alone must have been 30 inches around, the image of pure gluttony concluding with fat feet crammed tightly into a pair of (laughable) running shoes.

She putt-putted along behind her date, blushing red as she tried to ignore the inevitable gawking of the other diners nearby. As they arrived at a large table (no fitting all of THAT into a booth, Seth thought to himself with a chuckle) she lurched to the side and began the difficult process of extracting her bulk from the seat.

The man braced himself as he gripped onto her fat hands and forearms. She nearly fell over in the process; even her physically fit companion seemed shaken by the effort, wiping sweat from his brow and shooting her a sarcastic glance as he sat down.

She stood there, huffing and puffing as she tried to regain her composure. Her enormous belly apron sagged down over and past her knees, while her corpulent upper arms jiggled and swayed wildly as she planted her palms against the table to steady herself.

Finally (somewhat) recovered, she turned sideways and maneuvered her enormous backside towards the chair. Falling into it with a soft thud, her huge fat ass overflowed the undersized seat on each side, easily a foot of blubber oozing out and dangling ponderously towards the floor.

The man as usual seemed unconcerned. However it was clear she was no longer going to be sent to retrieve her own feast, so he stood up without a word and headed towards the line. Grabbing two trays and a stack of 8 plates, he looked back at her with a cocked eyebrow and made his way down to the pasta bar.

Seth was so transfixed by it all that he forgot he was staring. That was until he gazed up and saw her looking directly back at him with a curious look on her fat face. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say “what are you looking at??”; Seth snapped back to reality and looked down at his shoes, pretending to be distracted by something out of sight.

Back at the table, Heather looked away from Seth and sighed as her huge belly growled with hunger. What was taking him so long?
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Re: The Feedee - By Kid A (XWG)

Postby Junketh71 » Mon Mar 05, 2018 5:57 pm

This was intriguing. Good luck to Seth with his plans, though.
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Re: The Feedee - By Kid A (XWG)

Postby kid a » Mon Mar 05, 2018 6:00 pm

Junketh71 wrote:This was intriguing. Good luck to Seth with his plans, though.


I promise I’m going somewhere with this. lol
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Re: The Feedee - By Kid A (XWG)

Postby Matt L. » Mon Mar 05, 2018 11:52 pm

The plot thickens. Outstanding chapter!

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Re: The Feedee - By Kid A (XWG)

Postby kid a » Tue Mar 06, 2018 9:17 am

Part 6

Craning her neck and squirming as her mass shifted uncomfortably in the undersized chair, Heather finally spotted Fernando filling up her last plate at the dessert station and licked her lips with anticipation. She had been a good girl the last couple of weeks and he had promised to take her out for a “prize” once she hit the 550 pound mark.

A weigh-in last night on his industrial scale had confirmed success - although she had to take his word for it. Her ponderous, drooping belly had long ago ended any chance of her glancing down at her feet, let alone something residing below her massive body.

She leaned forward with a grunt, feeling her flabby arms binding against her huge outfit and oozing into her sagging breasts. Taking a long slurp of her milk shake (Fernando knew people around here and certain arrangements were taken care of in advance), she watched him return to the table and set down her trays of food in front of her.

The smells and sights hit her instantly; mounds of pasta, plates full of steak and mashed potatoes, others piled high with decadent cakes and pies. It was enough to feed an army, and all of it was headed straight for her cavernous belly.

“Thanks honey,” she said as her fat face blushed with embarrassment. “It looks so good.”

Taking another drink of his beer, he leaned to the side and grabbed a huge handful of her thigh which crested past her seat cushion and nearly into the aisle next to their table. “I bet it does, tubs,” he replied with a dark wink. “Eat up - I need to use the bathroom.”

She blushed again and with a snort picked up her fork and dug in. He stood up and surveyed her huge form as she plowed through the first plate, her chins and jowls jiggling along with those massive upper arms as she commenced her pig-out session.

Chuckling, he walked away from the table. “She is a peach,” he thought to himself. “I’ll have her above 600 in no time.”

A few minutes later, Heather was polishing off her third plate of food and needed to take a breather. She tried to lean back and rub her belly, but the sagging rolls of fat at her sides combined with her gigantic belly pressing into the table made any significant movement impossible. Taking another drink of her shake, she looked over and caught a group of girls at a nearby table sizing her up.

Obviously dressed up for a night on the town, they were barely masking their interest and amusement at her gluttonous production. One girl in particular seemed to be obtaining great enjoyment from the spectacle; she was nearly bent over with laughter until her friends noticed Heather’s return stares and one of them punched her in the shoulder.

Composing herself, she stopped laughing and after shooting them a grin stood up from the table. Heather looked at her with a mixture of envy and anger. Dressed in a skin-tight purple cocktail dress, she was like a sexy page from Heather’s pre-feedee past.

Although she enjoyed the sinful pleasures of being this enormously fat, for a time she had held onto old vanities and pined for her sexier days. But Fernando was a master at his craft and her attempts to reverse course never lasted long. When she didn’t return his phone calls, flowers and boxes of candy were delivered. As soon as he could sense her relenting, the candy deliveries were replaced by enormous to-go orders from the best local Italian joints.

Once her weight crested over 300 pounds, she knew deep down that her fate was sealed. Sure, she could leave him - but for what? He was rich, sexually attentive, and she was addicted to the food. What was her alternative - broke, nerdy guys at the local BBW parties? So like the many feedees before her, she gave up completely and joined his harem full-time.

But she could still remember vaguely how it felt to look like this particular sexy, albeit bitchy little vixen. Curvy yet toned, the girl’s pert breasts bounced in rhythm with her shapely hips and thighs as she walked towards Heather’s table. She froze, dropping her fork with a loud clink. The girl was clearly walking in her direction; but why?
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Re: The Feedee - By Kid A (XWG)

Postby kid a » Tue Mar 06, 2018 4:58 pm

Part 7

Her mouth still full of food, Heather gulped as the young lady stopped a foot away from the table. She was stunning; dark brown hair adorning a gorgeous face and lightly brushing against her tan shoulders. Wobbling slightly in her high heels, she betrayed her drunkenness as she began to speak.

“Excuse me ma’am - sorry to interrupt your ...meal,” she said, stifling a giggle. Heather again blushed red with embarrassment and cringed as she looked down at the half-finished feast strewn on the table in front of her enormous gut. “Ma’am?” she thought to herself with a frown. Granted she was now the very definition of matronly, but still. At only 29 years of age, the thought that someone would call her that...

“Anyways,” the girl continued, “I couldn’t help but notice your cute friend and was wondering if...”

Anger rising again, Heather’s jaw dropped. Friend? The nerve of this little tramp; back in the day she wouldn’t have dared walk up to her making an assumption like that. She looked over as Fernando emerged from the bathroom and eyed his muscular frame. Looking down at her own morbidly obese figure, she sighed. Who was she kidding - they were a total mismatch.

Emerging from her temporary mental malaise, Heather’s ears perked just as the girl finished her question. “...so ANYWAYS he is super cute and I was wondering if he has a girlfriend.” Her jealousy at the girl’s curvaceous figure subsided for a moment and she felt a twinge of morality.

“Look,” she said quietly. “I know he’s attractive, and rich, but there’s something you need to know about Fernando. He’s a fe...”

She stopped as she looked up and saw the girl smirking, staring at her huge belly. Her top had rode up over its bulging middle roll, exposing a wide, pale swath of jiggling, stretch-mark covered blubber. Heather gasped, and the girl’s head shot back up. Now she was the one whose face flushed red from the embarrassment of being detected.

“Sorry - so you were saying....he’s a what?” she asked in an attempt to break the awkward silence?

Heather composed herself. Now a sweet smile...nearly a grin, spread across her chubby face.

“He’s a great guy. Really knows how to treat a lady,” she cooed. “Wining and DINING...”

She emphasized that last word but it was lost on the sexy stranger. “In fact I can give you his number. I know for a fact that you’re his type and he would just LOVE to get to know you.”

Reaching a fat, dimpled hand into her oversized handbag, she pulled out a pen and scribbled his number on a napkin. “Here you go,” she said, handing it to her.

The girl appeared stunned. “Are you sure you’re OK with this?”, she asked?

Heather grinned again. “It’s my pleasure hon. As a matter of fact, I insist.”
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