~BBW, Feeding, Fantasy Eating, Romance - A closet feeder meets a most unusual young lady and her grandma
I had just finished moving into the house my aunt had left me in her will. It was an older home in an older neighborhood but except for needing paint it was in very good condition. Of course most of the other homeowners on the block were retirees so I didn't figure I'd meet anyone my age.
It was Saturday so I was outside mowing the lawn. As I mowed, I saw a plump young woman jogging. As she jogged closer and closer, I could tell that she was very pretty and from the way her body jiggled and flopped as she jogged, she was definitely a butterball. I switched off my mower and wandered out to the curb to greet her.
She smiled when she saw me and I said, "Good morning. Great day for jogging."
She stopped and tried to catch her breathe and replied, "There's no such thing as a good day for jogging."
I laughed but asked, "Then why are you jogging?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to lose some of the tonnage I've picked up since I moved in with my grandmother down the block but it won't work 'cause I'll bet you she's in the kitchen baking something for me that's so fattening that I just gained a pound by talking about it." she retorted.
We both laughed. I asked her if she'd care for a cool drink as I was about to have one myself. She accepted and we went inside. She took a seat on the couch and I went into the kitchen.
"What would you like?" I hollered from the kitchen.
"What do you have?" she asked.
"Is it too early for a beer?" I asked.
"Depends on what kind of beer. Got anything dark?" she replied.
"As a matter of fact I do. Do you want a glass?"
"No, bottle is fine."
I was really starting to like this girl a lot.
We sat in the parlor and sipped our beers and chatted. She was working on her masters in psychology at State which was why she was living with her granny. I told her that I was in the trucking business and served the food service industry delivering to restaurants, bakeries and grocers. We each had another beer. Then she said she had to get back. We exchanged phone numbers and she left.
I fired up my mower and she started to jog but before she got ten steps she quit jogging and I heard her say, "Oh shove it."
I watched as she slowed and simply waddled towards home. It didn't take long to finish my mowing and I went inside to clean up. The phone started ringing as soon as I entered. Dawn, the jogger, was calling to invite me over for lunch. I accepted and went to shower.
I arrived right on time and Dawn's granny answered the door. She was heavy set lady in her mid sixties. We began to chat about my deceased aunt then Dawn entered the room. She was simply gorgeous. The sun dress she wore was on the verge of being too tight which I enjoy seeing. Dawn invited me into the dining room. When I saw the feast set on the table I made the faux pas of asking how many others were coming.
Dawn laughed and said, "See what I was telling you. This is just for the three of us. By the time I get my degree, I'll weigh a ton."
Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "I'd like to see that!"
Dawn looked at me oddly.
We sat down to lunch. Granny and I monopolized the conversation during lunch since we had something in common. Seems that Granny had once owned and operated a cafe so we had the food service industry in common. Dawn seemed quite happy to sit and listen and gobble. While Granny complained about the poor quality and expense of having to shop at the local grocery store she made sure that Dawn's plate never got empty. Dawn seemed to accept the fact that as long as she lived with Granny, she was never going to get to see the design on her plate.
It was usual for me to pick at my meal as was the case with Granny who must have been a snacker. Dawn on the other hand was a big eater and did a terrific job for someone her size. Probably only weighed about 200 but on someone as short as she was, maybe 5'4", she was very chubby and definitely on her way to being fat. Depending on how long it took her to get her degree and judging by the way Granny cooked, Dawn might very well wind up downright huge.
When Dawn was finally stuffed to bursting and complaining to Granny that she just couldn't hold another bite, Granny said, "Surely you've saved room for some of my peach cobbler a la mode."
Dawn excused herself after a tiny burp and whispered to me, "Maybe two tons."
I laughed and said, "I'd really like to see that!"
Dawn tried to hide her giggles as Granny set down a man killing dish of hot peach cobbler a la mode for Dawn who slowly picked up her spoon and dug in.
Granny came back with much smaller portions for herself and me. "You're like me. I'm kind of a snacker. Too many years in the cafe and never time for a regular meal." Granny said.
I agreed that my schedule was such that I never had time for more than just a snack from time to time. Granny pointed at Dawn and said, "Dawny's different, she's always had a good appetite."
Dawn tried to smile but her mouth was too full. She was obviously one who couldn't say no to food.
Dawn was getting close to the bottom when Granny plopped another scoop of ice cream on top of Dawn's remaining cobbler. As Granny turned began clearing the table, Dawn whispered again, "Maybe three tons."
We laughed.
Dawn threw in the towel on her cobbler and retired to the den. Dawn was quite obviously uncomfortably stuffed and her sun dress was stretched to limit across her over loaded belly. As she struggled in vain to get comfortable she said, "You watch, in a minute she'll be out with something else for me to eat."
I smiled and was about to say "I hope so" when Granny brought out a big plate of fudge.
"See," Dawn said as she struggled to get a big chunk of fudge.
I was about to attempt to make small talk when my pager went off.
"Pardon me, may I use your phone?" I asked.
Dawn's mouth was too full of fudge to answer so she just pointed towards the phone. I dialed the number and waited for an answer as Dawn picked up another hunk of fudge. She was becoming my dream girl.
"Hello, this is Ben's Delivery, you paged me." I said into the phone. The customer was pissed.
"Yes, I know but the shipper put on too much. Look at it as a gift from your supplier. OK, OK, you don't have room to store it. I'll come get it. I'll be there in thirty minutes."
I looked at Dawn who was by now as close to bursting as a human can get without duress and smiled as she slowly lifted one more hunk of fudge to her lips.
"I hate to eat and run but I've got an angry customer to tend to." I said and further thanked Granny.
As I headed for the door I turned back and said to Dawn, "You wanta' go with me?"
Dawn grinned and nodded and struggled to her feet. Granny ran off to the kitchen and returned with a big bag of cookies for us just in case we got hungry.I thanked Granny as I accepted the cookies and escorted Dawn out to my pick-up.
As we road along we chatted or rather I chatted. Dawn had already started in on the cookies. It was a short trip over to the tiny bakery. I drove around back and found the customer standing outside the back door to his bakery. The six buckets of frosting sitting out in the sun. I loaded them into the back. We shook hands and Dawn and I were off. She asked me about the buckets. I told her that each of the five gallon buckets contained forty pounds of cake frosting. She asked to see one.
I stopped the truck at a 7-11. While Dawn went in to get a drink I complied with her wish and put a bucket of frosting in the middle of the truck seat and pried off the seal. Dawn came out with a big coke Slurpee. I helped her into the truck. She looked at the big bucket of frosting, dug in with her finger for a taste.
"Wow, that's better than the frosting Granny makes from scratch." she said as she licked her finger clean. Next Dawn took a cookie and began using it like a shovel.
We left the 7-11 parking lot and headed back to her house but we didn't get far before Dawn said, "Hey, Ala Mode is having a sale. Can we stop for a minute.?"
I saw the store in question and pulled into the parking lot. This was my kind of place, fat and flab as far as the eye could see.
Dawn shoved in one last bite of cookie piled high with frosting. I put the lid on the frosting and went around to open her door. She was unaccustomed to gallantry and said so, but added that she could easily learn to get accustomed to it. We strolled around for a bit before a sun dress similar to the one she was wearing caught her eye. She pulled it off the rack and headed for the dressing room. It looked great on her and had plenty of room for growth.She decided to wear the dress home, so after paying for it she put her old dress in the bag and we got into the truck.
On the way home we spied a homeless bag lady on the corner. As we stopped for the red light, Dawn reached out and handed the old dress to the bag lady who showed us a toothless grin and blessed Dawn for her gift. Dawn seemed very pleased with herself and dug into the frosting with renewed gusto.
As we neared her house Dawn asked what I was going to do with the frosting. "Well since you've already claimed this one as your own, I thought I might as well give you the rest of them."
Dawn smiled and accepted the offer.
"How long is this stuff supposed to last without refrigeration once it's been opened?" she queried.
"Should last about a week before it starts to grow mold." I responded.
Dawn began to mumble, "Seven goes into 40 almost six times," then said "I can't eat six pounds of frosting in a day."
"You never know what you can do until you try." I said.
She smiled and then said, "You know Granny might get her feelings hurt if I come home with all this "store bought" frosting."
I offered to store it at my house. She was a cagey little minx and accepted.
We pulled up in front of her house and I escorted her to the door. She thanked me for a nice afternoon and kissed my cheek. As she entered I could hear Granny giving her the third degree but mainly what I heard was Granny's description of what she was making for dinner. As I turned towards my truck Dawn suddenly opened the door and thrust a big mixing bowl at me and handed me a big spatula. Without saying a word, I knew I was supposed to fill it with frosting which I did.
When I handed the bowl to Dawn which I had filled completely to the rim she said, "You're worse than Granny."
I smiled at her and said over my shoulder as I headed for my truck said, "Much worse."
She closed the door and I headed home.
As soon as I had stowed the buckets of frosting I went for the phone. I wanted to call Dawn so badly but I didn't want to seem too anxious. Back and forth I went picking up the phone to call then putting it down. I went to get a beer but the phone rang. It was Dawn. Before I could stop myself I blurted out, "I was just about to call you."
It was difficult for her to talk as her breathing was so labored but finally she said, "I'm glad. I had a really nice time today."
"How much frosting do you think was in that bowl?" she asked.
"Don't know. Maybe three pounds." I guestimated.
She took a deep breath and said, "Well maybe six pounds a day wouldn't be all that tough."
I laughed as I heard Granny in the background telling Dawn to invite me over for dinner. They bickered about it for a minute and finally Dawn agreed.
"Would you like to come over for dinner?" she asked.
I told her I'd love to. We said good bye and before she hung up the phone I heard her tell her Granny she was going to take a nap.
I could not get into the bathroom fast enough to jack off. As I closed my eyes and began to "polish my dolphin" I started to fantasize about Dawn. Of course in my dream she was much fatter, absolutely huge, and I was shoving food into her mouth so fast that it could only happen in a fantasy or a cartoon. I tried to squirt directly into the bowl but my aim was not good. It took more toilet paper than usual to wipe up the mess I had made but I did not care.
Afterward, I got a beer and settled in to watch a fishing show on TV. I love to fish but the problem with fishing is all the rigmarole you have to go through and then there's the problem of what to do if you actually catch a fish, keep it or throw it back? Televised fishing is much better all around. I fell asleep just as I about to learn how to use a weedless treble hook on a jig or something like that.
The ringing phone awakened me. It was Dawn.
"Hello" I sleepily croaked at her.
"Did you forget about dinner?" she asked.
"Oh gosh, what time is it. I'm sorry I fell asleep." I said apologetically.
Dawn laughed, "You silly goose, you couldn't possibly be late. I never told you what time to be here, but now I am. Dinner will be served in about 30 minutes."
"I'll be there shortly." I assured her.
"Have you got any Tupperware?" she asked.
"Ah, yeah, I ah guess so. Why?" I answered.
"Bring me some more frosting. See ya later." she said and hung up.
I made a bee line for the kitchen and began searching for Tupperware. As I went through the kitchen basically ransacking the place all I could find with a matching lid was a tiny little plastic tub that wouldn't have held two big bites of frosting. I was in a panic about what to do. Call Dawn and tell her no Tupperware, rush to the store and buy some, then I saw it. Underneath the other mixing bowls was a huge plastic tub and next to it rested its lid.
I pulled it down and started filling it. It was a three quart bowl. I filled it to almost overflowing and struggled to seal the lid. By this time, it was almost time to go. I rushed to my bathroom and ran my electric razor across my face a few times, splashed on some cologne, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and tucked in my shirt tail. As I headed for the door, I grabbed the tub of frosting.
I pulled up to Dawn's house. She came out to my truck.When she saw the huge tub of frosting on the seat beside me she said,
"You are much worse than Granny." she giggled. I handed her the tub of frosting. She took it and hid it behind her back as we walked up to the house. I opened the door and Dawn excused herself to go to her room to hide her "contraband".
Granny greeted me and said that dinner would be ready soon and invited me to have a seat in the den. I accepted and she brought me a tall ice tea. Dawn returned grinning while trying to hide the fact that her mouth was full of frosting and swallowed. She took a seat beside me and Granny handed her a tall ice tea also. Granny went back to finish dinner.
Before long Granny announced that dinner was served and I escorted Dawn to the table. Man oh man, what a feast. Country ham, mashed potatoes, gravy,biscuits, candied yams, buttered corn on the cob and fried okra. Granny filled Dawn's plate to overflowing but gave herself and me much smaller portions. As before, Granny and I talked about the food service business with her complaining about this and that. As it turned out, almost everything she complained about, I could do something about and for wholesale prices.
"You know, the only problem is that everything you've mentioned comes in bulk." I said then I looked at Dawn merrily gobbling like there was no tomorrow and it occurred to me that if Dawn's capacity increased much more than it was, Granny would need to buy in bulk just to keep up with Dawn's expanding waistline.
"No problem. I have a big walk in pantry plus a huge freezer in the garage along with another older refrigerator that works just fine," said Granny as she spooned more food onto Dawn's plate. Dawn never missed a bite or slowed down one bit. She was so accustomed to Granny's constant attention that she just kept gobbling as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
Eventually, with Granny's constant attention and coaxing, Dawn had stuffed herself to near bursting and complained of having overdone it. Granny began clearing the table while Dawn tried to get her second wind as she knew dessert was coming.
Granny brought out a lemon meringue pie that was at least six inches tall. She proceeded to cut a hunk for Dawn that would have killed a bear but Dawn dug in anyway although complaining all the while that she wouldn't be able to finish it. Dawn looked at me and said, "Although, you never know 'til you try! Right?"
"Right" I said as I stuck a fork into the tiny slice set before me. By some miracle, Dawn did manage to finish that incredible piece of pie but even Granny knew that she was done and didn't even offer her another slice. I helped Dawn up and we retired to the den.
Dawn and I sat together on the couch. I took her hand and held it tightly.She sort of leaned against me. Although her breathing was labored she did manage to speak, "Have you always liked fat girls?"
The question really took me by surprise but I managed to answer, "As far back as I can remember."
"You ever wonder why?" she asked. Her psychology major was showing.
"Yes I have but I never could come with an answer so I gave up asking," was my response.
Dawn was quiet for a few moments and asked, "Do you have trouble accepting your preference?"
I wanted to say "No" but I answered truthfully, "Yes I do."
"And why is that."
This was going to be real hard to discuss but I just said, "Well see there's more to it than just simply preferring fat women."
I started to stutter but Dawn continued for me, "You mean being a "Feeder"?"
How did she know about Feeders?
Granny came in with a plate of fudge brownies and a glass of milk for Dawn. Dawn picked up a brownie and as Granny returned to the kitchen she said, "I'm thinking about writing a thesis on Feeders."
Suddenly the thought struck me to say, "I refuse to be a part of a laboratory experiment."
Dawn smiled at me and handed me a brownie which I did not want and said, "Might be a lot of fun" and opened her mouth wide for me to feed her the brownie."
I forgot my reluctance as my inner desires took over and I complied with her request. After all, I'd already given her the frosting.
The Jogger
by Mike James (aka MJM)
by Mike James (aka MJM)
I had just finished moving into the house my aunt had left me in her will. It was an older home in an older neighborhood but except for needing paint it was in very good condition. Of course most of the other homeowners on the block were retirees so I didn't figure I'd meet anyone my age.
It was Saturday so I was outside mowing the lawn. As I mowed, I saw a plump young woman jogging. As she jogged closer and closer, I could tell that she was very pretty and from the way her body jiggled and flopped as she jogged, she was definitely a butterball. I switched off my mower and wandered out to the curb to greet her.
She smiled when she saw me and I said, "Good morning. Great day for jogging."
She stopped and tried to catch her breathe and replied, "There's no such thing as a good day for jogging."
I laughed but asked, "Then why are you jogging?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to lose some of the tonnage I've picked up since I moved in with my grandmother down the block but it won't work 'cause I'll bet you she's in the kitchen baking something for me that's so fattening that I just gained a pound by talking about it." she retorted.
We both laughed. I asked her if she'd care for a cool drink as I was about to have one myself. She accepted and we went inside. She took a seat on the couch and I went into the kitchen.
"What would you like?" I hollered from the kitchen.
"What do you have?" she asked.
"Is it too early for a beer?" I asked.
"Depends on what kind of beer. Got anything dark?" she replied.
"As a matter of fact I do. Do you want a glass?"
"No, bottle is fine."
I was really starting to like this girl a lot.
We sat in the parlor and sipped our beers and chatted. She was working on her masters in psychology at State which was why she was living with her granny. I told her that I was in the trucking business and served the food service industry delivering to restaurants, bakeries and grocers. We each had another beer. Then she said she had to get back. We exchanged phone numbers and she left.
I fired up my mower and she started to jog but before she got ten steps she quit jogging and I heard her say, "Oh shove it."
I watched as she slowed and simply waddled towards home. It didn't take long to finish my mowing and I went inside to clean up. The phone started ringing as soon as I entered. Dawn, the jogger, was calling to invite me over for lunch. I accepted and went to shower.
I arrived right on time and Dawn's granny answered the door. She was heavy set lady in her mid sixties. We began to chat about my deceased aunt then Dawn entered the room. She was simply gorgeous. The sun dress she wore was on the verge of being too tight which I enjoy seeing. Dawn invited me into the dining room. When I saw the feast set on the table I made the faux pas of asking how many others were coming.
Dawn laughed and said, "See what I was telling you. This is just for the three of us. By the time I get my degree, I'll weigh a ton."
Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "I'd like to see that!"
Dawn looked at me oddly.
We sat down to lunch. Granny and I monopolized the conversation during lunch since we had something in common. Seems that Granny had once owned and operated a cafe so we had the food service industry in common. Dawn seemed quite happy to sit and listen and gobble. While Granny complained about the poor quality and expense of having to shop at the local grocery store she made sure that Dawn's plate never got empty. Dawn seemed to accept the fact that as long as she lived with Granny, she was never going to get to see the design on her plate.
It was usual for me to pick at my meal as was the case with Granny who must have been a snacker. Dawn on the other hand was a big eater and did a terrific job for someone her size. Probably only weighed about 200 but on someone as short as she was, maybe 5'4", she was very chubby and definitely on her way to being fat. Depending on how long it took her to get her degree and judging by the way Granny cooked, Dawn might very well wind up downright huge.
When Dawn was finally stuffed to bursting and complaining to Granny that she just couldn't hold another bite, Granny said, "Surely you've saved room for some of my peach cobbler a la mode."
Dawn excused herself after a tiny burp and whispered to me, "Maybe two tons."
I laughed and said, "I'd really like to see that!"
Dawn tried to hide her giggles as Granny set down a man killing dish of hot peach cobbler a la mode for Dawn who slowly picked up her spoon and dug in.
Granny came back with much smaller portions for herself and me. "You're like me. I'm kind of a snacker. Too many years in the cafe and never time for a regular meal." Granny said.
I agreed that my schedule was such that I never had time for more than just a snack from time to time. Granny pointed at Dawn and said, "Dawny's different, she's always had a good appetite."
Dawn tried to smile but her mouth was too full. She was obviously one who couldn't say no to food.
Dawn was getting close to the bottom when Granny plopped another scoop of ice cream on top of Dawn's remaining cobbler. As Granny turned began clearing the table, Dawn whispered again, "Maybe three tons."
We laughed.
Dawn threw in the towel on her cobbler and retired to the den. Dawn was quite obviously uncomfortably stuffed and her sun dress was stretched to limit across her over loaded belly. As she struggled in vain to get comfortable she said, "You watch, in a minute she'll be out with something else for me to eat."
I smiled and was about to say "I hope so" when Granny brought out a big plate of fudge.
"See," Dawn said as she struggled to get a big chunk of fudge.
I was about to attempt to make small talk when my pager went off.
"Pardon me, may I use your phone?" I asked.
Dawn's mouth was too full of fudge to answer so she just pointed towards the phone. I dialed the number and waited for an answer as Dawn picked up another hunk of fudge. She was becoming my dream girl.
"Hello, this is Ben's Delivery, you paged me." I said into the phone. The customer was pissed.
"Yes, I know but the shipper put on too much. Look at it as a gift from your supplier. OK, OK, you don't have room to store it. I'll come get it. I'll be there in thirty minutes."
I looked at Dawn who was by now as close to bursting as a human can get without duress and smiled as she slowly lifted one more hunk of fudge to her lips.
"I hate to eat and run but I've got an angry customer to tend to." I said and further thanked Granny.
As I headed for the door I turned back and said to Dawn, "You wanta' go with me?"
Dawn grinned and nodded and struggled to her feet. Granny ran off to the kitchen and returned with a big bag of cookies for us just in case we got hungry.I thanked Granny as I accepted the cookies and escorted Dawn out to my pick-up.
As we road along we chatted or rather I chatted. Dawn had already started in on the cookies. It was a short trip over to the tiny bakery. I drove around back and found the customer standing outside the back door to his bakery. The six buckets of frosting sitting out in the sun. I loaded them into the back. We shook hands and Dawn and I were off. She asked me about the buckets. I told her that each of the five gallon buckets contained forty pounds of cake frosting. She asked to see one.
I stopped the truck at a 7-11. While Dawn went in to get a drink I complied with her wish and put a bucket of frosting in the middle of the truck seat and pried off the seal. Dawn came out with a big coke Slurpee. I helped her into the truck. She looked at the big bucket of frosting, dug in with her finger for a taste.
"Wow, that's better than the frosting Granny makes from scratch." she said as she licked her finger clean. Next Dawn took a cookie and began using it like a shovel.
We left the 7-11 parking lot and headed back to her house but we didn't get far before Dawn said, "Hey, Ala Mode is having a sale. Can we stop for a minute.?"
I saw the store in question and pulled into the parking lot. This was my kind of place, fat and flab as far as the eye could see.
Dawn shoved in one last bite of cookie piled high with frosting. I put the lid on the frosting and went around to open her door. She was unaccustomed to gallantry and said so, but added that she could easily learn to get accustomed to it. We strolled around for a bit before a sun dress similar to the one she was wearing caught her eye. She pulled it off the rack and headed for the dressing room. It looked great on her and had plenty of room for growth.She decided to wear the dress home, so after paying for it she put her old dress in the bag and we got into the truck.
On the way home we spied a homeless bag lady on the corner. As we stopped for the red light, Dawn reached out and handed the old dress to the bag lady who showed us a toothless grin and blessed Dawn for her gift. Dawn seemed very pleased with herself and dug into the frosting with renewed gusto.
As we neared her house Dawn asked what I was going to do with the frosting. "Well since you've already claimed this one as your own, I thought I might as well give you the rest of them."
Dawn smiled and accepted the offer.
"How long is this stuff supposed to last without refrigeration once it's been opened?" she queried.
"Should last about a week before it starts to grow mold." I responded.
Dawn began to mumble, "Seven goes into 40 almost six times," then said "I can't eat six pounds of frosting in a day."
"You never know what you can do until you try." I said.
She smiled and then said, "You know Granny might get her feelings hurt if I come home with all this "store bought" frosting."
I offered to store it at my house. She was a cagey little minx and accepted.
We pulled up in front of her house and I escorted her to the door. She thanked me for a nice afternoon and kissed my cheek. As she entered I could hear Granny giving her the third degree but mainly what I heard was Granny's description of what she was making for dinner. As I turned towards my truck Dawn suddenly opened the door and thrust a big mixing bowl at me and handed me a big spatula. Without saying a word, I knew I was supposed to fill it with frosting which I did.
When I handed the bowl to Dawn which I had filled completely to the rim she said, "You're worse than Granny."
I smiled at her and said over my shoulder as I headed for my truck said, "Much worse."
She closed the door and I headed home.
As soon as I had stowed the buckets of frosting I went for the phone. I wanted to call Dawn so badly but I didn't want to seem too anxious. Back and forth I went picking up the phone to call then putting it down. I went to get a beer but the phone rang. It was Dawn. Before I could stop myself I blurted out, "I was just about to call you."
It was difficult for her to talk as her breathing was so labored but finally she said, "I'm glad. I had a really nice time today."
"How much frosting do you think was in that bowl?" she asked.
"Don't know. Maybe three pounds." I guestimated.
She took a deep breath and said, "Well maybe six pounds a day wouldn't be all that tough."
I laughed as I heard Granny in the background telling Dawn to invite me over for dinner. They bickered about it for a minute and finally Dawn agreed.
"Would you like to come over for dinner?" she asked.
I told her I'd love to. We said good bye and before she hung up the phone I heard her tell her Granny she was going to take a nap.
I could not get into the bathroom fast enough to jack off. As I closed my eyes and began to "polish my dolphin" I started to fantasize about Dawn. Of course in my dream she was much fatter, absolutely huge, and I was shoving food into her mouth so fast that it could only happen in a fantasy or a cartoon. I tried to squirt directly into the bowl but my aim was not good. It took more toilet paper than usual to wipe up the mess I had made but I did not care.
Afterward, I got a beer and settled in to watch a fishing show on TV. I love to fish but the problem with fishing is all the rigmarole you have to go through and then there's the problem of what to do if you actually catch a fish, keep it or throw it back? Televised fishing is much better all around. I fell asleep just as I about to learn how to use a weedless treble hook on a jig or something like that.
The ringing phone awakened me. It was Dawn.
"Hello" I sleepily croaked at her.
"Did you forget about dinner?" she asked.
"Oh gosh, what time is it. I'm sorry I fell asleep." I said apologetically.
Dawn laughed, "You silly goose, you couldn't possibly be late. I never told you what time to be here, but now I am. Dinner will be served in about 30 minutes."
"I'll be there shortly." I assured her.
"Have you got any Tupperware?" she asked.
"Ah, yeah, I ah guess so. Why?" I answered.
"Bring me some more frosting. See ya later." she said and hung up.
I made a bee line for the kitchen and began searching for Tupperware. As I went through the kitchen basically ransacking the place all I could find with a matching lid was a tiny little plastic tub that wouldn't have held two big bites of frosting. I was in a panic about what to do. Call Dawn and tell her no Tupperware, rush to the store and buy some, then I saw it. Underneath the other mixing bowls was a huge plastic tub and next to it rested its lid.
I pulled it down and started filling it. It was a three quart bowl. I filled it to almost overflowing and struggled to seal the lid. By this time, it was almost time to go. I rushed to my bathroom and ran my electric razor across my face a few times, splashed on some cologne, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and tucked in my shirt tail. As I headed for the door, I grabbed the tub of frosting.
I pulled up to Dawn's house. She came out to my truck.When she saw the huge tub of frosting on the seat beside me she said,
"You are much worse than Granny." she giggled. I handed her the tub of frosting. She took it and hid it behind her back as we walked up to the house. I opened the door and Dawn excused herself to go to her room to hide her "contraband".
Granny greeted me and said that dinner would be ready soon and invited me to have a seat in the den. I accepted and she brought me a tall ice tea. Dawn returned grinning while trying to hide the fact that her mouth was full of frosting and swallowed. She took a seat beside me and Granny handed her a tall ice tea also. Granny went back to finish dinner.
Before long Granny announced that dinner was served and I escorted Dawn to the table. Man oh man, what a feast. Country ham, mashed potatoes, gravy,biscuits, candied yams, buttered corn on the cob and fried okra. Granny filled Dawn's plate to overflowing but gave herself and me much smaller portions. As before, Granny and I talked about the food service business with her complaining about this and that. As it turned out, almost everything she complained about, I could do something about and for wholesale prices.
"You know, the only problem is that everything you've mentioned comes in bulk." I said then I looked at Dawn merrily gobbling like there was no tomorrow and it occurred to me that if Dawn's capacity increased much more than it was, Granny would need to buy in bulk just to keep up with Dawn's expanding waistline.
"No problem. I have a big walk in pantry plus a huge freezer in the garage along with another older refrigerator that works just fine," said Granny as she spooned more food onto Dawn's plate. Dawn never missed a bite or slowed down one bit. She was so accustomed to Granny's constant attention that she just kept gobbling as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
Eventually, with Granny's constant attention and coaxing, Dawn had stuffed herself to near bursting and complained of having overdone it. Granny began clearing the table while Dawn tried to get her second wind as she knew dessert was coming.
Granny brought out a lemon meringue pie that was at least six inches tall. She proceeded to cut a hunk for Dawn that would have killed a bear but Dawn dug in anyway although complaining all the while that she wouldn't be able to finish it. Dawn looked at me and said, "Although, you never know 'til you try! Right?"
"Right" I said as I stuck a fork into the tiny slice set before me. By some miracle, Dawn did manage to finish that incredible piece of pie but even Granny knew that she was done and didn't even offer her another slice. I helped Dawn up and we retired to the den.
Dawn and I sat together on the couch. I took her hand and held it tightly.She sort of leaned against me. Although her breathing was labored she did manage to speak, "Have you always liked fat girls?"
The question really took me by surprise but I managed to answer, "As far back as I can remember."
"You ever wonder why?" she asked. Her psychology major was showing.
"Yes I have but I never could come with an answer so I gave up asking," was my response.
Dawn was quiet for a few moments and asked, "Do you have trouble accepting your preference?"
I wanted to say "No" but I answered truthfully, "Yes I do."
"And why is that."
This was going to be real hard to discuss but I just said, "Well see there's more to it than just simply preferring fat women."
I started to stutter but Dawn continued for me, "You mean being a "Feeder"?"
How did she know about Feeders?
Granny came in with a plate of fudge brownies and a glass of milk for Dawn. Dawn picked up a brownie and as Granny returned to the kitchen she said, "I'm thinking about writing a thesis on Feeders."
Suddenly the thought struck me to say, "I refuse to be a part of a laboratory experiment."
Dawn smiled at me and handed me a brownie which I did not want and said, "Might be a lot of fun" and opened her mouth wide for me to feed her the brownie."
I forgot my reluctance as my inner desires took over and I complied with her request. After all, I'd already given her the frosting.
