Kinktober Day 16: Multiple Feeders/Feedees

Y'know, there are a decent number of feedism stories about harems of women getting fed, but not nearly enough about harems of female feeders. Clearly I had to do my part to change that.

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If you had asked any of the wives how their marriages came to be, you would’ve been surprised by how different their stories were.

Sam and Melissa would both tell you “We were high school sweethearts.” It would be a surprise that they weren’t speaking (just) of each other, but talking shyly about their shared husband, Anthony. “The three of us got together around sophomore year, and we knew, even then. We were soulmates.” There hadn’t really been a road map for the relationship they had, no role models to look up to. They’d had to figure it out over time.

Looking at photos of Anthony from after all three of them graduated high school, it’s understandable why Melissa and Sam were both so smitten. He was handsome, with a strong jaw and an easy, broad smile. He was tall and muscular, with thick, gently curling dark hair and soulful dark eyes.

Melissa isn’t sure when they all got into feeding Anthony. “It just sort of happened.”

Sam insists it was probably Melissa’s mile-wide submissive streak. At some point during college, when Anthony was a ball of stress trying to finish his degree and work full-time, and Sam was equally busy with school and work, Melissa had taken it upon herself to make the home they all shared a sanctuary. “And nothing makes a place feel like home quite like a hot meal when you walk in the door,” Melissa insists. Anthony appreciated the effort, and all three of them tried to work around everyone’s schedules and make sure they got to sit down to dinner.

During finals week one semester, though, those scheduled dinners had to be put on hold. Instead, Melissa made sure Sam and Anthony both had the fuel they needed on hand at their respective desks while they studied. At one point, Anthony had pulled Melissa into his lap and pressed his face against her chest. “Stay with me,” he asked. She’d wagged her finger at him and pulled away.

“You have to study! I’m only here to bring snacks.”

“Then just stay for snacks.”

Minutes later, they were in bed together, with Melissa on top, feeding Anthony flaky empanadas as she rode him.

Their little “study breaks” became more frequent, and eventually Sam joined them, too. Their favorite configuration turned out to have Sam in the middle, eating Melissa out while Anthony fucked her from behind, Melissa stuffing treats into Anthony’s mouth while he licked her fingers clean.

Even after Anthony and Sam had their degrees and were both working nine-to-fives and efficiency was no longer a concern, food continued to creep into their bedroom play. Anthony liked the combination of sensations, the additional layer it added to things. Melissa liked that it was an act of submission. Sam was merely game for whatever her partners wanted. And when Anthony needed some new shirts and had to go up a couple pant sizes over the next year or so, neither woman complained. Sam found that she liked the extra weight, and Melissa had squealed over it and said, “You look so cozy!”

One evening, when Anthony and Sam were out on a date, playing darts at a bar together. A woman came up and started flirting with Anthony, and making a point of saying she “liked big guys.” At first, Anthony had said he was flattered and pointed out that he was with someone. When that didn’t deter her, he and Sam had shared a look. Sam decided to step in a flirt a little, and the girl was receptive. Even when Sam dropped the, “You know, I think our wife might like you…” line, she only seemed more interested.

They wound up taking the new girl, Amy, home, texting Melissa on the way. Melissa was surprised but excited and got things all ready. They’d never had a fourth over before, but there was a first time for everything, and she wanted it to be perfect.

And it was, in the most surprising way. Amy was on fire from the moment she walked in the door. At first, Anthony, Sam, and Melissa lavished their attention on her, but she redirected them all, focusing on Anthony’s beginner belly and asking if he was hungry. At first, they figured it was just nonspecific dirty talk, but it became clear Amy was hoping to pack him full of whatever treats they had in the house. Melissa’s eyes widened and she hopped to, hauling an armful of snacks into the bedroom.

Under Amy’s direction, Anthony ate more in one sitting than he ever had outside of major holidays, all three women pitching in. Amy praised him at every moment, worshipping the bloated ball of his gut. Melissa and Sam were equally spellbound. Getting to see the man they’d loved for years looking so stuffed and spoiled and greedy and powerful and powerless all at once… well, both of them wondered why they hadn’t thought of this sooner.

Amy became a fixture in their lives, and eventually moved in. Anthony’s weight inched upward at a constant rate. All three women’s brains went to absolute mush whenever they noticed. For Melissa, it was a sign that their husband was relaxed and comfortable and had everything he needed, and seeing him looking “cozier” every month made her heart flutter. For Sam, it was the additional gravitas the weight added. Anthony had always been strong, but she liked that there was more heft behind the strength, especially when he used it to get what he wanted when they were alone. For Amy, it was seeing Anthony’s hedonism completely unleashed, his appetite overpowering his own sense of propriety.

Anthony’s appetite became the thing that bound the four of them together. There were other things that mattered, other concerns and pleasures and duties, but keeping their husband full became paramount. Maybe it was Amy’s push for ever-increasing heights of gluttony that made it feel so central. Maybe it was Sam learning how much she liked being pinned by her husband’s gut. Maybe it was Melissa’s knees getting wobbly every time she did exactly what Anthony asked for and he kissed her forehead and called her a good girl.

Perhaps most of all, the shift was due to Anthony’s desire to make all three of his girls happy, and himself in the bargain. He loved that he could drive Melissa to the edge with just a word, loved the innocent, reverent lust in her eyes. He loved that Sam--willful, strong-headed Sam--turned to putty in his chubby hands the moment he reminded her of his size. And he loved that Amy loved him, wanted more of him, could never have enough him.

Whatever it was, all four would never have exchanged their lives for anyone else’s. The wives half-joked about Anthony being their trophy husband. When they all went out together, everyone took discreet squeezes of his generous belly or cupped his soft chest, admiring all the hard work that had gone into crafting such a fine monument to their affection for him.