Fantasy Fulfillment: Public Feeding
by lovelocs
by lovelocs
Author's Note: This is a little record of my first feeding experience, which took place Wednesday, 4/3/13.
M-, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, and I'll see you soon. :eat2:
I was so nervous, I had never done anything like this before... I got into my car with a bag of home-made brownies, and started the drive to the restaurant. My heart was in my throat: what would we talk about? Would he look like his picture? Did I look like mine? And all this time, I was seated next to the bag of Ghirardelli brownies, reminding me of what I was going to do: I was going to my first feeding experience. In public, in the morning. I'm not even a PDA girl. It was like jumping into the deep end of the pool, and I was nervous as hell.
I got to the large, family style restaurant right on time. I went in, and waited. He appeared, in the doorway, looking exactly like his picture: well groomed, mid 40's. Big. We were seated at the window, and I ordered. That was my job, to keep the plate and the glass full.
We chatted until the food came, and then tucked into plates full of country fried steak, potato casserole, eggs, grits, and biscuits. It was delicious. In between bites, we talked about our lives, and our love of fat. I let him know he wasn't fat, just big, and we'd be getting him there soon enough. He finished his plate, and slowly leaned back to show me the handiwork. He removed his belt, slowly and stiffly.
I could see his full, swollen belly, lapped over his jeans, and literally straining at the buttons of his shirt. I could see his adorable little navel peeking out! I began to get *SO* turned on. Maybe it's just an automatic reaction from seeing flesh against straining fabric. I don't know. But suddenly, I began to wish we weren't in public. I could imagine setting the plate to the side, rolling him on his back, and having my way with him...
Out of nowhere, our waitress came with the bill. I thanked her, grinned evilly, and placed another order for him. Same plate. I wanted to see what he was capable of doing. The waitress looked unsure, but went to the kitchen to put the order in. While we waited, I began to cut open biscuits, and butter them, and slather on jelly. I lifted one to his lips, and inserted it, gently but firmly. He took a bite, and chewed. I fed him one biscuit, then another, and wiped his mouth. We were in our own world, at least until the second plate came. We took it, and asked the waitress for a rubber band. Someone's pants were getting just a bit tight. She brought it, and he slowly looped the band around his jeans button. I doubted it would hold til he got to his car.
He began the second plate, starting with the chicken fried steak. I noticed he was moving more slowly, he was stuffed, and his shirt buttons were hanging on for dear life. He put his fork down, and I picked it up. Mercilessly, I put bite after bite up to his lips, giggling mischievously as he struggled to swallow. Finally, he uttered our agreed upon safe word. I put the fork down. The game was over. We sat for a moment, speechless. He digested, looking like he'd swallowed a beach ball. I basked in a feeling of complete power. I'd never controlled a man like that before. I think I like it... We got up to leave, bag of brownies in his hands, and curiosity in my mind, both to be savored later...
