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(BBW, Feedee, Feederism, Sex, WG)

This is a prequel/reimagening of a little ride.

The evening was just the way I loved it: quiet, warm, cozy, and just the two of us on the big gray couch. Outside, rain was falling lightly against the windows, and inside, the TV was playing softly in the background—some trivial show that we’d stopped really paying attention to after just ten minutes.

My partner Anja sat next to me on the big sofa, her thick legs slightly drawn up and her back leaning against the cushions. She was wearing her favorite baggy clothes: loose gray sweatpants that were already a bit tight around her thighs and an old, cozy black sweater of mine that was way too big for her. That said, despite the ill-fitting size, the top was now actually quite nicely stretched in all the right places.

The sweater had ridden up, as it often did when she made herself really comfortable. Her soft, full belly peeked out from underneath.

She had really tucked in at dinner. I’d made us pasta with extra cream sauce, garlic bread on the side, and chocolate pudding for dessert. Anja had polished off three big plates of pasta, eaten almost all the bread by herself, and spooned down the pudding afterward as if there were no tomorrow. Now she lay there, full and content, her shoulder-length brown natural curls a little tousled. Her blue eyes looked a bit heavier than usual, but happy. A wonderful mix of food coma and just general contentment and security.

I had my arm around her and was stroking her belly with my other hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. My fingers glided slowly over the soft, yielding skin, circling her navel, which was hidden in a small indentation, and pressing gently into the yielding fat. It was so wonderfully sluggish and flabby—exactly how I loved it most. Anja had particularly soft and jiggly fat on her belly, which regularly turned me on immensely. Now, of course, her overfilled stomach had taken away some of the flabbiness, but it still felt like touching loose Jell-O. Her belly hung a little over the waistband of her sweatpants, forming a beautiful, soft roll that rose and fell slightly with every breath. Anja hardly seemed to notice it; it had become so normal by now that I would massage or stroke her after a long meal or just because. She just sighed softly and snuggled closer to me.

“Mmm… that feels good,” she murmured, without taking her eyes off the TV. Her voice sounded relaxed, almost sleepy.

I smiled and increased the pressure of my hand a little, letting my fingers sink deeper into the soft flesh. “You feel so good tonight. So soft and warm.”

She turned her head toward me, a small smile on her full lips. “Because I ate so much, right? I was really hungry.”

“That’s exactly why.” I patted her full belly, and then my hand wandered a little higher, brushing the lower curve of her large, sagging breasts, which were clearly visible beneath her sweater. 110D—and so wonderfully soft and yielding. “I love it when you really dig in. Then everything gets even… better.”

Anja laughed softly, a little shyly, but not dismissively. “You’re impossible, Thorsten. But… I like the way you look at me. The way you touch me. I know you… like it rounder.”

The conversation we hadn’t really had in a long time had been hanging in the air for a while. I was a passionate feeder; she knew that. I’d never said it outright, but of course she somehow knew anyway. Besides, as a woman of average weight, you probably always suspect something like that when a guy is so into that kind of body. We’d touched on my preferences now and then but had never gone into depth. Of course, I sensed that she felt it too—and by now perhaps even more than just tolerated it.

I pushed the sweater up a little higher, almost to her breasts. Her belly was now completely exposed, round and heavy, with that wonderful softness that made it sway slightly with every movement. Her wide hips with the soft love handles blended seamlessly into Anja’s lower belly roll. Sweet stretch marks crisscrossed her lightly tanned and delicate skin. It was perfect.

“Do you know everything I love about you?” I asked softly, letting my hand circle, gently pressing into the fat, lifting it a little, and letting it fall back. It jiggled softly and sluggishly.

Anja turned halfway toward me, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Tell me.”

“Above all, your belly. How soft it is. How it feels when I stroke it. But your breasts… so big, so heavy and sagging. Your thighs—those soft, plump cushions that feel so good when you rub your legs together.” I let my hand slide lower, over the love handles that squeezed together under my fingers. “And those hips. They’re so wide and soft. Perfect for holding on to.”

“A woman usually doesn’t like it when you say her breasts are sagging,” Anja said with a raised eyebrow, but she grinned at me as she did.

“Sure, but what I mean is… they sag because they’re so full and heavy… with femininity. They’re so soft and beautiful. They don’t sag flat or anything, they’re just… so much. I think they’re simply gorgeous.”

“I know…,” Anja breathed lustfully. “I think so too.”

She bit her lower lip lightly. Her cheeks turned a little redder. “You really think I’m beautiful like this, don’t you? I mean, everything? Even though I… well, I’m not exactly slim.”

“Slim would be the last thing I’d want. But you’ve known that from the very beginning. You’re incredibly beautiful with your curves.”

I leaned forward and kissed her on the neck, right below her ear. “I think you’re sexy. Really sexy. The softer, the fuller, the better.”

Her breathing quickened slightly. She wasn’t sure, but she’d probably suspected it. “Really? The fuller, the better? So, the fatter…”

I interrupted her because I felt I had to say the thing that distinguishes a loving feeder from a sick piece of shit. “But you’re perfect just the way you are now. It’s just… I would never think you’re too fat. Never. I love you at any weight, but it’s just the truth that you’re even more beautiful with every extra gram.”

Anja was silent for a moment, then she smiled shyly. “I’ve been thinking about that sometimes lately. When I look at myself in the mirror. I used to always hold back a little when eating because… well, other people and stuff. But with you… it all feels different. I like it when you stroke my belly. It turns me on… somehow. And I’ve imagined what it would be like if I had a few more pounds. If everything were even softer. Even more to hold.”

My heart was racing. This was new. Not only did she accept it—she was starting to want it herself.

“Tell me more about it, please,” I whispered, sliding my hand further under her sweater and cupping one of her large, soft breasts. Her nipple was already hard. I stroked it slowly with my thumb.

Anja sighed with pleasure and closed her eyes briefly. “It feels good when I’m full. It also feels good when I’m more than full. When my belly is really full and feels like it’s expanding. And when you massage it then… that makes me wet. I like how everything about me gives in? I used to find my love handles embarrassing sometimes. Now… when you touch them while we’re kissing, it makes me hot.”

Then I kissed her deeply, my tongue playing with hers, while my hand kneaded her breast, lifting and squeezing the heavy, sagging flesh. With my other hand, I ran over her belly, letting it jiggle properly, patting it gently so that little ripples ran through the soft fat.

“You have no idea how horny that makes me,” I murmured between two kisses. I also stroked her pretty, thick thighs. “Your legs—almost slim down to the knee, but those thick, soft thighs… when you spread them and I lie between them, it feels like warm, soft dough.”

Anja laughed softly, but it was an aroused laugh. She reached for the plate of donuts that I’d brought over to the couch earlier, full of hope that Anja might be able to handle a little more something sweet.

“Then… feed me a little. Maybe then you’ll get even more of me to caress… to touch and whatever else you want to do,” she said with a flirtatious look. “If you like it so much… make me a little fuller.”

That was the moment something clicked inside me. Finally. She let herself go, more than that, even…

I took a donut and held it to her lips. Anja opened her mouth and bit into it while I rolled her nipple between my thumb and index finger. She moaned softly, chewed and swallowed, taking the next bite right away. While she ate, I pulled her sweater all the way off. Her large, soft breasts spilled out, her nipples aroused and stiff. I leaned forward and took one into my mouth, sucking on it, licking it, while my other hand massaged her stomach.

Anja moaned louder, her mouth still half-full of donut. “Oh God… yes… keep going…”

She kept eating, one donut after another, while I slowly undressed her. I slid her sweatpants down, revealing her wide hips, soft love handles, and thick thighs. Her butt was round and heavy, with deep dimples of cellulite. On her left lower leg, her small, intricate tattoo shimmered in the warm light of the floor lamp.

I undressed her completely until she lay naked before me on the couch, her belly heavy and full from the food, her breasts hanging to the side. I knelt between Anja’s legs and alternately licked and sucked on her nipples, massaged her belly with both hands, lifted it and let it fall, gently slapping it so that everything swayed.

Anja was extremely aroused by now. Her hands clawed into my hair and she pressed my head against her hot, undulating chest. “More… I want more… it feels so good when everything jiggles.”

I sat up, stripped myself naked, and Anja was already getting down on all fours in front of me. Her ass jutted out toward me—wide, soft, with beautiful dimples. Her belly hung heavily downward, her breasts dangled low. I ran my hands over her back, over her jiggling upper arms, and grabbed her love handles, which seemed made for that.

Then I entered her from behind—slowly at first, then deeper. Anja moaned loudly, pressing her ass even further and more insistently toward me. She was completely wet and in heat.

“Fuck me… harder…,” she gasped. “I like it when everything on me wobbles. My belly… my tits… everything should jiggle.”

I started to really take her, doggy style, deep and rhythmic. With every thrust, her whole body swayed back and forth. Her soft belly slapped lightly against her thighs, her breasts swayed back and forth. With every hard thrust, the fat pockets on her upper arms trembled like bags full of jelly. It was a sight that almost drove me crazy.

Anja was completely beside herself with lust. “Yes… just like that… I love how fat I am… how soft… and it can get even bigger. Much bigger. I want my belly to get even bigger, even flabbier… for my breasts to hang even heavier… for everything to jiggle even more when you take me like this.” It was like a dam bursting, everything that burst out of her during sex. Was she serious? As serious as I was?

Her words drove me wild. I wrapped my arms around her, grabbed her sagging belly with both hands, and kneaded it while I fucked her hard.

“Say that again!” I gasped.

“I want to get fatter… for you… for us… I like it when my fat jiggles… it makes me so horny… oh God, I’m about to come…”

Her body tensed, her muscles twitched, and then she came—moaning loudly, trembling, her whole soft body quivering under the waves of orgasm. Her belly and ass jiggled uncontrollably as I kept thrusting into her.

That brought me to climax too. With a deep moan, I came inside her, holding her tight by the hips and feeling everything about her give way and sway.

Afterward, we both sank back onto the couch, exhausted. Anja turned toward me and snuggled close to my chest, her soft belly pressed against mine. She smiled contentedly and overjoyed. Something sparkled in her eyes.

“That was… incredible,” she whispered. “And I meant it. I don’t want to hold back anymore. I want to eat whatever I want. And I want you to caress me while I do… and for me to get even softer. Even rounder. For you. I just thought… well, I was afraid that maybe I would…”

I kissed her on the forehead and caressed her belly again, slowly and tenderly.

“You’ll never be too fat for me, Anja. Never.”

She sighed happily and closed her eyes. “Good. Then… let’s start tomorrow morning with a really big breakfast.”

I smiled into the darkness. Finally. She had started to enjoy it herself. And I knew: That was just the beginning.