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"Hey, um can I talk to you about something...?" My roommate said as I entered the room and set down my bag. They fidgeted a little, their movement drawing attention to the fact that they had my laptop in their hands.
Before I could speak, they flipped it around to show me the screen. Scrawled in tiny font was a digital journal entry I quickly recognized as a feedist vignette I'd written about us.
"Do you really want me to do this to you?" They blurted.
My panicking mind didn't allow me to answer, instead I made a swipe for the laptop.
"Wait! Wait, stop!" They exclaimed. They had their foot pressed against my sternum to keep me at a distance.
"...I'm so sorry that you saw that." I said pleadingly, letting my arms go limp at my sides. "Can...can you just forget you ever saw it?"
"What?" They asked. "But this is something you want, right?"
I didn't want to admit it, but it was true. it was my fantasy after all. But if I thought they'd really fulfill it with me, I would have asked them to rather than writing out a scene to wank to.
"It's just a fantasy! I would never expect you to do this for me."
"But it would make you happy if I did, right?" They pressed.
I couldn't understand why they needed to ascertain that I would want to. Of course I did, but I would never get it from them.
Then it dawned on me; obviously they were obviously creeped out by my fantasy--It wasn't even a conventional one! They might never be able to look at me the same way.
"That's besides the point! Please don't worry, it was a passing thing and I'm not into you like that anymore!"
"Wait...you're not?"
"No!" I lied. "Please just forget about this! I promise, even if I was into you, I wouldn't force my stupid kink on you."
"Oh..."
"But..." They continued. "What if I said I was interested in this?"
"What?"
"What if I said I wanted to feed you?" They repeated, their gaze becoming intense.
"Why would you do that?" I asked indignantly. There was no way they were being serious.
"I just...I read your thing and I got into it--I want to do this with you."
"...You do?" I repeated, doubting every word.
"Yeah! Recreating this would be so hot!"
They had to be kidding. Were they making fun of me? Would they laugh and tell me I was disgusting if I jumped at the opportunity?
"I kind of already ordered food earlier when I was imagining it." They added sheepishly.
"You did what?!"
"I--well, I thought you'd be easier to convince, since it's your fantasy and all..." Still seeing doubt in my eyes, they said, "Can't we just try it once?"
"...Fine."
The food arrived not long after. It seemed like everything I'd mentioned in my stupid fantasy was there. They must have spent a small fortune on it all.
"Um, you wanna sit on the couch?" They asked, arranging everything on the coffee table.
"Yeah, sure."
I settled in, piling the pillows to one side so there was space for them to sit. They plopped themself in the ready made space, a bucket of fried chicken in their lap.
"Should I just go for it?"
"That's fine," I breathed. It was finally starting to hit me that this was really happening, I couldn't help getting my hopes up.
They lifted a piece to my lips and waited for me to take a bite, relaxing their arm while I chewed.
After a couple bites they asked me if they were going at a good pace. I nodded and beckoned for another bite.
"You make it look like it tastes incredible." They marveled.
"It's GOOD," I said defensively.
Before long, the biscuits and mashed potatoes and chicken were looking very depleted and I was beginning to feel sleepy and VERY full. I leaned against them, relaxing into their chest so they could feed me from behind and rub my belly at the same time.
Teasingly, they alternated between rubbing firm circles and gently kneading my little underbelly roll.
"If you keep eating like this you'll get fat in no time." They breathed into my ear.
I shuddered at the thought, my breath catching. Despite my fullness, it made me only want to eat faster. I needed every calorie inside me as soon as possible.
Eventually though, I was panting between bites and it had become painful to force down more.
"Last bite, okay?" They said. I accepted the huge forkfull of mashed potatoes, swallowing thickly.
"All gone?" I puffed.
"Yeah, you ate everything." They sounded like they were in awe, their hands exploring the hard expanse of my belly like they was trying to prove to themself that everything was really in there.
"So tired." I sighed.
"Can you get up?"
"No way." I groaned.
They tested my rounded sides, continuing to massage gently.
"Then, I guess we can rest here for a bit..."