Proposing To My Feeder Boyfriend By Feeding Him Too!
True love is high-calorie.
This is part three of In Love With A Feeder!
This is the last part I'd planned in advance, but I do love this kink and topic. Want more? Let me know!!!
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I was naked, leaning back on the couch. Kelsey, my snow-leopard boyfriend, was all over me, one paw rubbing my bare belly while the other guided yet another large slice of icing-slathered cake into my greedy maw. The cake was super sweet, the icing dense, but smooth and the sponge itself was crumbly, light and full of calories. Perfection.
“You’re doing so well, babe,” Kelsey said, purring as I devoured the last of the slice. He was butt naked too, kneeling on the sofa, his legs straddling one of my thick thighs, and I could feel his dick poking into my side. He was hard from nothing more than feeding me, it was enough to have him dribbling pre through my fur. He was marking me as his property, his project. I loved it.
“Thanks love. But, fuck, I’m getting so full. I don’t know if I can fit any more in.”
Kelsey set aside the temporarily empty plate and ran a careful finger around my muzzle.
“You missed a few crumbs.” He pressed his finger to my mouth and I let it in. I licked up the crumbs I’d left behind without argument. He maintained eye contact the whole time, a wide and relaxed smile on his face. I sunk back further into the couch, letting all the pointless concerns of daily life drain from me as I gave into him entirely.
It felt almost like hypnotism. When he retracted his finger and told me he’d fetch my last slice, I made no argument, just nodded with the jerky sluggishness of a dream. He called me a good boy and kissed my nose.
Despite how bloated I felt, how overstuffed, I eagerly accepted every bite of that last slice, proudly patting my belly once I had finished. Kelsey squeezed my thighs, my love handles, my moobs in the manic joy of a kitten playing with his favorite toy. I was doubtless fatter than ever, and I felt sexier than ever too. Who cared what a vapid consumerist image-culture thought of me, or the countless folk who treated its messaging as gospel? Kelsey’s twinkling eyes said it all: I was more beautiful, more desirable than ever. Even if his eyes hadn’t said it, his dick did, twitching and throbbing as it continued to mat patches of my fur with his trickling pre.
“You’re so hot, honey,” Kelsey said. “Mind if I shoot a load across your belly?”
I chuckled and shook my head, my heart fluttering as I stood up and encouraged Kelsey to take my spot on the couch. “My turn to feed you, remember?”
He humped a little at the open air above him, to no avail. He nodded, beaming, purring loud. “I wasn’t sure you’d still be up to it after-”
I rubbed at the slight tummy he’d developed over the past couple months.
“No chance I’d miss out on filling up my little kitty. Look at him, he’s wasting away, he needs nourishment. He’s basically a skeleton!” I was hard too and Kelsey grabbed my shaft while I spoke, giving me a few strokes and leaning forward to lick a bead of pre from my tip. “Mrff. Good start, but not many calories in that. I’ll get the cake.”
Instead of returning with a single slice, I brought in the whole remaining quarter, iced with Kelsey’s name, and placed it on the side table. I picked up the plate Kelsey had been serving me from and carefully cut off about a quarter of what was left.
“Bit of a small slice,” Kelsey said.
“For a small kitty.” He let out an indignant meow. “Fine, fine, I’ll let you cut the next slice okay?”
Going by the purring, that seemed an acceptable answer.
I mirrored his earlier position, straddling one of his thighs with my thick legs, my own hardening dick prodding at his side and wetting his fur. I fed him the slice by paw, bite by bite, my free paw rubbing his tummy while I told him what a good kitty he was. The appeal of feeding blossomed in me as I did so. A warmth came over me as I pictured my snep thickening up, getting wider and fatter until he was as big and chubby as I was. Then bigger, I imagined him at 300lbs with an overhang, a fat ass and everpresent double chin. Fuck. That was alluring in ways I struggled even to articulate, but the thought of us making out while our big fat bellies forced us to squeeze against each other, to lean our necks over to taste one another’s tongues… It was sending me crazy. I found myself in a horny haze, thrusting at Kelsey’ side, until my paw was empty and Kelsey had taken care of the whole slice.
“I was a little nervous,” Kelsey said. “That maybe you didn’t really want a fat kitty boyfriend… but now I’m pretty sure I don’t have to worry at all.”
I pressed my muzzle to his and made out with him there and then, my chest pounding with anticipation as I thought about what was coming next, and sensed his answer. It was still scary, to be so vulnerable. I found myself slipping over words when I came up for air.
“Al-alright Kelsey… L-like I said, you can do the honours for this next slice.” I cleared my throat. “Since that first one was clearly too small for your majesty.”
Kelsey picked up on my stumbling speech. “Kiss from a kitty that good, huh?”
“Absolutely,” I said, wagging my sturdy otter tail.
“I could stare at that rudderbutt all day.”
“Get to cake slicing, bony boy.”
“Yes boss!” He leant over the side table, lifted the knife and attempted to split what was left of the cake in two, just as I’d hoped. The knife jammed about two thirds down, its smooth motion coming to an apparently unnatural stop. “Uh…” He wiggled the knife a bit. “Wait, what?” He looked up at me as if to confirm that what was happening was, indeed, happening.
“It’s like there’s something nestled in there.” My heart was pounding, I tried not to show it. “See if you can get it out.”
Kelsey looked at me, looked at the cake, at me, at the cake again, at me. His eyes went wide. He used the knife to cut around the obstruction and found the small black box within. He fished it out and brushed off the crumbs. When he turned back to me I was on one knee.
“Oh my God!” He said, his eyes were glistening. “Is this…?”
“Open it.”
He did. Inside was an engagement ring, white gold, studded with a small but sparkling sapphire. He couldn’t tear his eyes off it until I spoke again.
“Kelsey, you’re the sweetest, kindest, sexiest guy in the world and you somehow keep on getting sexier. I’m so incredibly lucky to have you. You’re always there to give your wisdom or comfort me, to calm me down, to make me laugh and I hope I can offer most of the same right back to you, though I’d argue you do it all better. You’re a great cook and an encouraging presence, and you don’t let me get away with being an ass, which can be annoying, but it’s one of the best things about you. You always push me to grow… Oh, uh, I meant emotionally, like, as a person, but lately you’ve also been encouraging me to grow physically too. Which, honestly, has been incredible. You’ve cut through all the stupid fears and hangups I’ve had over weight and made me feel attractive and valuable as somebody who enjoys eating and being fat and feeling comfy in my own fur. It’s only been a couple months since that side of our relationship has opened up, and that’s not why I’m doing what I’m doing today, because I loved you with every fibre of my being already, but it did show me how beautiful your heart is, how boundless your capacity for love. You make me better every day. You make me more.” I chuckled. “In every meaning of the word. You’re the love of my life. Kelsey, will you marry me?”
He was tearing up, beaming, half sobbing as he spoke. “Yes! Of course I will! I love you, I love you!”
I slid the ring onto his finger and he pulled me up and over him on the couch. We kissed and kissed and kissed until we were both out of breath. Afterwards, we nuzzled and told each other again and again how much we love one another, totally afloat in joy.
“I’m still gonna feed you the rest of that cake,” I said.
“Gotta fatten me up for the wedding?”
“I’d be embarrassed to marry such an emaciated kitty, they’d all think I was starving you!”
We narrowly avoided falling into another kissing fit. Instead, I fed Kelsey the remainder of the cake, picturing how good he’d look in a suit with a big round belly, his shirt straining to keep it contained. I’d be there the same, even bigger. I pictured buttons popping off our shirts when we ate our wedding cake and felt only more determined to fatten up my cat, his fast metabolism be damned. Whether real, or all in my head, I swear I could feel his belly expanding a little as I fed him. I was giddy and waggy and leaky by the time he was done.
“Good kitty.”
He let out a satisfied sigh and relaxed against the backrest. “Best cake ever.” He laughed. “But now that I know you bought it so you could propose to me, I can’t believe you ate three quarters of it!”
“I knew you wouldn’t be happy unless you really got to stuff your otter.”
“I can’t really argue with that.” I grabbed his hips and he grabbed the underside of my belly. “You’re gonna need a new suit for the wedding,” he teased.
I gasped. “Are you calling me fat?”
“Yes.” He nodded a bunch. “No point buying the suit now though, you’re only getting fatter.”
Straddling both of his legs, his dick was pointing up and tapping against the underside of my shaft as it throbbed, each of us leaking onto the other.
“Same goes to you, kitten. Whatever suit you’ve got now, throw it out. We’ll make a fat cat of you yet!”
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too, fiancé,” I said.
Kelsey let out a squeaking, high pitched meow of excitement. I stood and guided him by the paw to our bedroom
“Come on, babe. Let’s go break our bed.”