Overeating to Orgasm

I once met up with a feedee friend that I had the biggest crush on. I'd been speaking with him online for years, but we finally decided to meet each other in person for an evening of gluttony and gorging on his part.

We started with some gentle and intimate belly rubs in his car. He hadn't been gaining all that long and it was still really obvious that he used to be an athletic guy, his pecs were still nicely sculped but his gut was now pretty impressive. Round, almost hairless and firm to the touch, his gut shimmered slightly under the street lamp, his belly button was shallow, but I knew I could make it a lot deeper in time.

I let my hand wander over his skin for a moment; so warm and inviting. I couldn't help but slide my finger tip gingerly into his navel, almost teasing it as I looked over at his handsome face and smiled as I moved my hand down, following the bulbous curve of his under-belly. The warmth of his skin under my hand felt so right, so attractive. I teased the band of his shorts a little, feeling where his beautiful tank met his hips without exploring any further, but I know my hand brushed up against something throbbing.

I winked at him and we both opened our doors and climbed out, I gave him a moment to let his belly boner subside before we walked to the all-you-can-eat buffet restaurant around the corner. I could see he was a little nervous, so I gave him a small but encouraging pat on the ass as we walked through the doors.

The waiter sat us at an intimate booth at the back of the restaurant, there was hardly anyone else there so it felt like we had the entire place to ourselves. We took our jackets off and sat down opposite each other to begin with; I wanted to watch him eating. He was wearing his gym gear so had a nicely fitting Under Armour breathable top over his pecs and gut. So far, his belly was covered pretty well, but I was determined to change that this evening. 

"Don't look so nervous. You're doing great. Besides, just think about all the food you're going to eat" I reassured him, lightly tapping his foot with mine under the table. He smiled at me and started to relax a little.

"I know, I know. It's just I've never met anyone like this before, let alone binge with them. I mean, I don't want to embarrass myself."

I grinned at him and was just about to tell him that he's got nothing to worry about when the waiter came over with two plates. We'd struck lucky, he wasn't bad looking either.

"Here you go, two all-you-can-eat buffet plates. Help yourself to anything you want and eat as much as you like, the food is constantly being topped up," he grinned at us "so no need to hold back. At. All". He winked and walked away.

My friend looked at me knowingly.

"Do you know him?"

"I might. I might also have mentioned that you were a little nervous and could use some additional encouragement this evening" I smiled again reassuringly. 

His eyes narrowed in an accusatory smile.

"Don't think I haven't noticed that my plate is almost twice the size of yours".

"Is it? Wow, lucky you," I grinned, sliding out from the booth, "make sure you're eating at least twice as much as me then" I winked.

He slid out too and we walked over to the buffet. There was everything you could imagine there. I didn't know what my friend would be in the mood for that evening, but I'm pretty sure whatever it was, he'd find it here. We both piled our plates full of food and carried them carefully back to the table. He did as he was told and made sure his plate was at least twice as full as mine.

"That's a good start man, proud of you" I smiled as we sat down.

"Yeah well I don't want to keep having to get up to go get more food" he slid along the seat, "it's definitely not because you told me to get twice as much as you" he added quickly, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Relax man, just let go and concentrate on enjoying yourself. I want you to really eat as much as you can, make us both proud and show off your appetite."

He looked up at me from his plate and a smile creeped across his face.

"Okay, I'll try my best. Promise you'll encourage me when I need it?"

"I promise".

We began eating through the heaped plates in front of us, glancing at each other to see food being shovelled into our mouths, both enjoying the view. It wasn't long before my friend's plate was emptying, I hadn't even made it half-way through my own. The feeling of pride began welling up inside me, he was doing so well. I knew he had a big appetite and I guessed that his workout had really helped that along, but he was shovelling it in much faster than I thought he would.

Soon he was reclining back on the seat a little, the look of accomplishment on his face as he glanced at me and then back to the empty plate on the table.

"All gone" he grinned "devoured it all much faster than I thought I would".

"You sure did man, I hope you're proud of yourself."

"I am, and I don't even feel full yet" he admitted as he slid out again and headed over to the buffet again to pile up his plate.

I watched his beautiful physique as he walked over, his ass noticeably rounding out just like his stomach. He returned shortly after with another piled-high plate and sat down. Again, within a few minutes, he'd eaten everything. Every last piece of food was gone. He reclined back again and patted his stomach. I had to be really careful not to get too excited, but his top was beginning to tighten a little and I was beginning to see the crown of his belly round out.

"How're you feeling man?" I asked, gingerly picking at my food as I try to stay calm.

"Fucking great man! I feel so good right now. This food is amazing, I can't believe I've eaten two whole plates of it so far. I've eaten like four times what you have bro! Now who's not keeping up?" He laughed and let out a solid belch, making me blush slightly as I  looked at his stomach.

The evening went on and he continued to devour plate after plate of food from the buffet as I watched proudly. I'd never seen him eat so much, but I'd also never been so turned on as I was watching it all disappear into his stomach bit by bit. I'd only managed a couple of plates myself and I could feel my t-shirt riding up over my undergut as I sat there, letting out small shallow belches but he didn't mind, he was gorging.

"Do you mind if I use that?" He pointed at my plate having just wiped his clean.

"For what?" I asked, hoping I knew what the answer was going to be.

"So I can get more food when I go up to the buffet. I think I'm beginning to fill up now" he grinned, stifling another wet belch as he subconsciously rubbed the side of his belly.

"Oh, sure thing. You're doing so well. You've eaten so much food, I didn't even know you had that kind of capacity" I swooned.

"Neither did I man! But something about being here with you, the endless amount of food, the intimate booth is really helping me to eat".

Every word was perfect. This was what I'd been waiting for. For him to really open up and eat like the ex-jock pig he was. But I didn't want to rush it. I wanted him to pace himself a little to make sure he could overcome the natural urge to stop eating that comes with an insanely full stomach.

"Why don't you slow down a little man? I wouldn't want that full feeling to catch up with you too quickly".

"Nah, I'm good man. I want more and I'm going to keep eating until I'm the fullest I've ever been. Maybe I could even keep eating after that!"

It was just what I wanted to hear. He was really going for it and I knew I needed to help him achieve it.

"Okay man. You stay here and I'll go get you some more food." I smiled and picked up our plates and headed over to the buffet. My own stomach was pushing the boundaries of discomfort, but my mind was distracted by the pig I was rearing. I returned to the table with as much food as I could fit onto the two plates. It was more food than he'd eaten so far, but if he was determined, so was I.

"That's more like it" he grinned but I could see a small amount of doubt creeping into his face.

"Don't worry if you can't eat it all bro. I'm already super proud of you. I mean, the amount of food you've put away already is insane!"

"I can do it man, I'm just going to need your encouragement now" his smile wobbled a little.

"You're stuffed aren't you" I grin.

He nodded.

"So what was with all the macho - 'bring me more food!' - vibes?" I laughed.

"I wanted to impress you. I'm not going to lie, I'm basically on the verge of bursting" he admitted "you couldn't really see it from over there, but my top has ridden up past my belly button now. It's tight, real tight."

My face flushed a little as I placed the plates of food onto the table in front of him. This time, instead of sitting opposite, I slid onto the same seat that he was sitting on, hidden from the rest of the restaurant by the sides booth.

I reached over under the table and placed my hand on his stomach. His top had ridden right up over his belly button and was now stretched tight around the crown of his gut. I could feel him breathing heavily under my hand and his skin was slightly damp to the touch. He'd eaten so much that he was finding it hard to breath and it was making him sweat.

"Damn bro, you're completely stuffed."

"Fuck, I don't think I've ever been this full" he moaned, stifling a gluttonous belch as his breathing remained shallow.

"Dude....are you sucking it in?" 

He looked at me, his face flushed a little with embarrassment. "We're in public man, what if someone sees?"

"Nobody is gonna see man. There's no one here and we're totally out of sight. Let it out, seriously. You need to be totally relaxed and free for this kind of commitment".

He looked into my eyes and I smiled back reassuringly, giving his belly a small rub.

"Okay"

He slowly relaxed his abdomen. I felt his belly distend under my hand, his top rode up even more and he let out a small groan of relief as his muscles relaxed from the huge weight inside him. As he reclined, the table moved slightly as his stomach pushed up against it, it was unbelievably firm and heavy.

"Feel better?" I asked, beginning to rub his engorged belly in a circular motion around his belly button.

"Soooo much better man. See, this is why I need you around. You really know just what to say".

"I sure do. You need to trust me more dude" I grin, making sure I made eye contact with him. "So, what are we going to do with all this food?"

He looked at me, his stomach sagging now, totally relaxed. "Oh man, I don't think...."

"Exactly. Don't think. Just do" I whisper into his ear. "Pigs don't think. They eat".

He gazed at me for a moment, self-doubt creeping in slightly, but then disappearing as he grinned at me and turned to the plates of food.

"Both plates?"

"Both plates" I said reassuringly. "I'll be right here for you".

It was like a switch had been flicked on in his head. As soon as I'd called him a pig, his stomach seemed to expand. Almost like when you try to take a cock that's too big for you, but as soon as its inside, you relax and you can take even more than you thought you ever could.

He began devouring the piles of food in front of him, shovelling it into his mouth, hardly chewing before swallowing it. I moved my hand across his engorged belly, trying to ease his stomach further, making sure to keep him focused on eating as his inhibitions melted away. 

He had just finished his own huge plate of food and was about to move onto mine, when he began to slow down a little, his breathing became heavy again and I could smell his musk rising. His skin became clammy and sweaty under my hand again. He stopped, reluctantly swallowing the last mouthful of food before turning to me.

"Dude....I can't...." he belched in my face by accident as air was forced up from his solid stomach.

I had to admit that by this stage, his stomach felt literally solid. I kept rubbing it, making sure the food was massaged into every available crevasse of his stomach. I even slid my finger into his now ever shallower belly button. I could have sworn if he ate much more, it would turn into an outie.

I looked at the plate on the table. It was much smaller than the plate-full he had just devoured. Perhaps with the right encouragement, he could finish it. I leaned over, placing both hands onto his stomach for support, wrapping them around his underbelly and lifting slightly. I could hear the relief in his breathing as I took the weight of his totally engorged stomach off him a little.

"You're so close bro. Just one small plate of food left. Are you really going to fall at the last hurdle? After everything you've eaten, are you going to give up and not finish off this last plate of food?"

I could hear him groaning under his breath a little. I could tell he really wanted to please me and devour every last morsel, but his stomach was telling him that if he ate anything else, he would literally burst. I knew he needed to do this, so I crossed my fingers and hoped his stomach could take it.

"Eat it. Devour that plate of food like the mindless gluttonous pig you are. I want you to eat every last morsel on that plate and I want you to lick it clean" I whispered into his ear as I moved my hand down to his shorts. He was rock hard, throbbing and completely soaked with precum. 

"Huh, pigging out has really made you leak hasn't it bro. Only a dirty gluttonous pig can get that turned on from eating so much. You can't deny it now, you're a pig. A fat, greedy, mindless pig that's gonna eat that plate of food right now".

I reached down past his engorged under-belly and into his shorts, grasping his throbbing cock. He let out an intimate groan as I began to grind it against his sweaty gut. Soon, I felt his hips moving against my hand, using it to allow him to hump against his own belly.

"Yeah that's it pig. Hump against your own gut, get off on your own gluttony" I teased as he began to reach for the plate. 

"That's a good pig, eat it all, swallow it all down. I want you to hump against your gut as you eat it, make yourself cum from your own gluttony".

He started shovelling the food into his mouth, continuing to rock his cock into my hand and against his overstretched belly. I was throbbing too, but I needed him to realise how much of a hog he was and how much he needed to let it out and become a filthy glutton.

"Fuck yeah pig, I want you to lick that plate clean, nothing left. I want every single crumb inside your stomach you fat greedy hog."

He was rutting against my hand and his swollen gut hard like a pig in heat, too fat to reach his own cock. He was stuffing the food into his mouth and devouring it without a second thought, ignoring the pain in his stomach as he did anything he could to please me. I could feel his body heat increasing, we were both sweating as his cock coated my hand in precum, soaking his shorts totally, my other hand rubbing his distended stomach, making sure he finished every last mouthful of food.

"Fuck yeah pig, you're almost there. No going back now, your inner hog has broken out and isn't going back in!"

He let out an involuntarily snort as he pushed through the pain and finished the last mouthful of food, swallowing it and then licking the plate clean before blowing the biggest load he ever had into my hand, his shorts and onto the underside of his bulbous gut.

After a few moments of pure bliss, he looked over to me. He was sweating heavily, panting and shaking from the overwhelming feeling of blowing a load in public and from the feeling of having his stomach stretched far beyond its capacity. My hand was literally coated in his cum but it was still massaging his spent cock as my other hand moved up to start pulling his top down over his engorged balloon of a stomach before anyone saw.

"You did good pig" I grinned at him. "I think we should make this a regular thing. We need to have you cumming from eating alone next time" I joked, but knowing I was totally serious.

"Fuck, I can't believe I did that....I just....just came from overeating" he began to look embarrassed.

"Yeah you did and I'm proud of you" I say looking him in the eyes. "That's the sign of a real pig in the making, nothing to be embarrassed about". 

We both laughed and started to clean up. His shorts were completely drenched, but he had a spare pair in the car. I pulled my hand out and wiped it off with a few napkins, before wrestling his top down over his sweaty gut. It was an angry red and I could see how stretched the skin was from the shallowness of his belly button which I wiped clean.

"So, ready to go my man?" I asked as he straightened himself up.

"Erm, well....do you think we could wait a couple of minutes? I literally don't think I could move even if I wanted to right now. My stomach is still pretty sore, I think I might have over-stretched it with that last plate. Do...do you think you could give my belly a rub to help?"

I grinned at him. 

"Sure thing man, but you have to promise me that you'll let me stretch your stomach like this again. And let me call you a pig whenever I like."

He grinned, lifted up his top a little, took my hand and placed it on his engorged stomach.

"You can call me a pig as much as you like bro".