Kinktober Day 1: Feeder Family/Family Member (Patreon)

Hi all! I am attempting Kinktober this year. I'm getting started a tiny bit early while I have time. To see the full list of prompts, you can go to my AO3 or dA. All the Kinktober stories will have a mix of genders, and once all the prompts are filled, I'll run a patron-only poll where y'all can decide if you want any of them rewritten with different-gendered characters (so an F/F lesbian feeder story could become M/F, M/M, two nonbinary people, or a mix of any of the above). 

The prompt for October 1 is "Feeder Family/Family Member," which is a trope I unabashedly love. The ridiculously doting mom or grandma or aunt who doesn't seem to fully realize that the child they dote on so much is getting absolutely massive? Have mercy. 

This story features a BHM, Sean, and his thinner male partner, Isaac, visiting Sean's mom together for the first time.

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Meeting his boyfriend’s mom explained everything.

“Sean, you’ve barely touched your food! You’re a growing boy, you need to eat,” Sean’s mother chided as she added another heavy spoonful of mashed potatoes to her son’s plate and drenched it with gravy. He’d just cleared his second plate.

“Aw, Ma, I’ve had plenty, you don’t need to do that,” Sean said, even as he dug in and continued to eat. “And I’m twenty-five, I’m not a ‘boy’ anymore.” Sean pointedly did not look across the table at Isaac, who was smirking behind his hand and biting back the observation that Sean might not be a boy now, but he was most definitely still growing.

Sean’s mother ignored him and turned to Isaac, which made him straighten in his seat like he was in trouble. ”Do you need anything, hon? You’re such a skinny thing. Clearly I need to have you both over more often so you don’t starve. What are you feeding him, Sean? He’s wasting away!”

“Oh, Mary, I’m fine, I don’t—” But Isaac’s protests were in vain. In the blink of an eye, she’d filled his plate up with second servings of mashed potatoes, fried chicken, buttermilk biscuits, and baked beans. Isaac cleared his throat. “Thank you,” he murmured as she shoved the gravy boat in his direction.

“I’m not about to let you leave here hungry. You can’t be healthy without good nutrition. I know you boys love to spend all your time at the gym drinking protein shakes these days”—Isaac nearly choked imagining Sean wobbling on a treadmill or drinking a shake that wasn’t mostly ice cream—“but you need a good, home-cooked meal sometimes, too.”

Sean rolled his eyes, which his mother thankfully didn’t notice. Both young men continued eating. Sean gulped everything down as fast as possible, as usual, but Isaac had slowed down significantly. He wasn’t a fast eater to begin with, and it was clear that if his plate became too empty, Mary would be compelled to fill it yet again.

Instead, Isaac chatted with his boyfriend’s mother and watched Sean eat while he pushed his food around his plate and took an occasional bite. Mary was a magnificent cook, and Isaac could understand now why Sean had such an insatiable appetite and the soft body to match. Isaac might’ve become similarly round if he’d had a mother like Mary.

Watching her dote on her son was incredible. Sean was a very independent man, but in his mother’s presence, he was suddenly the biggest mama’s boy Isaac had ever seen. He’d never seen anything like it outside of movies. Every few minutes, she was reaching over to brush his hair out of his eyes or refill his plate. He would gently bat her away with a “C’mon, Ma! I’m fine!” but never enough to actually stop her. Meanwhile, he was swelling up like a blimp..

Sean was not a small man by any accounting. He was 6’5” and had a belly so big Isaac couldn’t reach all the way around his partner’s thickest point. Isaac had stuffed him to capacity before, feeding Sean until he was unable to move, panting for breath, his cheeks and chest red with effort and arousal. It was clear Sean was approaching that point after his fifth plate of his mother’s cooking.

Mary stood up to refill her drink in the kitchen. Sean took that moment to lean back in his chair for a moment of respite, wood creaking ominously as he shifted. He had left his plate half-full, hoping to slow his mother’s incessant feeding. His plump hands rested on the crest of his belly, which to Isaac’s trained eye was clearly nearing peak fullness. Sean was so big it could be hard to tell, but his doughy middle was sticking out even further than usual. Isaac would’ve pounced on him if they’d been alone. As it was, he asked in a quiet voice, “You okay, babe?”

“I swear to Christ, she’s going to kill me one of these days. I’m about to pop.”

Isaac grinned and bit his lip.

“Don’t give me that look. You’re gonna have to roll me out of here. I don’t even know if I’m gonna fit in the car.”

Just then, Mary walked back in, sipping on some lemon water. “What’s this about the car? Sweetie, we haven’t even had dessert yet, you can’t already be talking about leaving! Don’t you want to spend time with your poor mother?”

Sean puffed out a little sigh and leaned forward again, fat thighs opening wide to give his belly room to hang downward. “Of course I do, Ma.” He dutifully finished his plate, and Isaac knew the bear of a man was clearly both dreading and desperate for dessert.

Isaac managed to clear his plate just as Sean finished, his cheeks ruddy. Sean let out a belch and Isaac was grateful his skin was dark enough that he didn’t have to worry about Mary seeing him blush. “Sounds like somebody’s finally full!” Mary said with a smile and a pat of her son’s glutted stomach. “I’ll go grab dessert.”

Sean bit back a groan and Isaac almost laughed before Mary turned to him and said, “Did you get enough to eat, sweetie?” The look in her eyes was as frightening as it was tender.

“Oh, yes, plenty,” he said, patting his own stomach, which bowed out far too much for his liking. He liked being Sean’s impossibly fit other half and indulged rarely. He’d have to go on an extra long bike ride the next morning. “It was delicious. Bring on the dessert.” Mary was delighted to hear this and started gathering up all the empty plates on the table. “Do you want help?” Isaac offered, moving to get up from the table.

“You are so sweet, but no, keep Seanie company. My little guy likes to relax after a meal.” She pinched her son’s fat cheek as she said this, and once again Isaac had to hold back a laugh. Sean had warned him about his mother, but she was so over-the-top that Isaac hadn’t really believed him.

Somehow, an hour later, Sean had consumed three fourths of a decadent chocolate cake with the thickest frosting Isaac had ever encountered. Poor Sean was well and truly stranded. “Are you sure you don’t want the rest, Seanie? It’s your favorite.”

Sean couldn’t even speak and instead just weakly waved his hand and shook his head. Once again, Mary stepped away, taking the cake with her. “I’ll wrap it up for you to take home,” she insisted, as if she was desperate to get him to eat it all one way or another.

“I think I love your mom,” Isaac muttered, moving seats so he could sit next to Sean. “I could learn a thing or two from her.” He discreetly grabbed a handful of his partner’s love handle.

“I’d never walk again,” Sean said, voice strained.

Mary came back and suggested they move to the living room. “We can watch a movie until you’re ready to head back.” Isaac took a look at his bloated lover, unsure if he could even stand.

Sean, anticipating his concern, said, “I just need a little help getting up.” Isaac tried on his own, but it took both him and Mary counterbalancing the man they both loved so much to get him to his feet. He struggled to waddle to the couch, and when he sat down, he took up almost two full seats. Isaac slipped in beside him.

Not even twenty minutes into the movie, Mary asked everyone if they wanted popcorn. Both men said no, but she still got up and returned with three massive serving bowls filled with buttery popcorn. “I added a couple extra sticks for you, Sean. I remember how you like it.” Sean nearly whimpered at the thought of eating another bite, his stomach giving a loud, groaning gurgle.

Still, by the time the movie was most of the way done, he’d emptied all of his own bowl of popcorn, plus Isaac’s, and was now working on what was left of his mother’s bowl. When it ended, Mary took the bowls to the kitchen, and Sean took the opportunity to wheeze, “We have to leave, or she’s going to make us stay the night, and you don’t want to see what breakfast is like.”

Isaac nodded. He could practically feel additional pounds creeping onto his frame just imagining what Mary would put on the table in the morning. It took some intense maneuvering, but he was once again able to get Sean to his feet. Helping Sean waddle to the front door was like being in a horror movie, with Isaac and Sean as the final survivors trying to escape their grisly fate, both attempting to be as stealthy as possible in an attempt to avoid provoking the evil entity coming after them.

When they’d reached the door and he was sure they were in the clear, Sean called out, “Ma? We’re gonna head out.” She immediately came running from the kitchen.

“Are you sure, hon?” She reached up and put a hand on his face. “You look so tired, Seanie, are you sure you don’t want to stay? It’s such a long drive home.”

“It’s fifteen minutes, Ma, I’ll be fine.”

Her lip trembled a little, like she was about to cry. Isaac jumped to the rescue. “Thank you so much for a lovely evening, Mary. I’ve gotta get this big lug home.”

“Of course, of course.” She gave them both kisses on the cheek and stood in the doorway as they headed down the front walk to the car, shoving the foil-wrapped leftover cake into Isaac’s free hand. “Drive safe!”

Isaac helped Sean into the passenger side of their SUV. Even with the seat belt extenders they’d installed, he still had to help him buckle up. He jogged to the driver’s side and rolled down the window, saying thank you once more. Mary was still waving at them as they drove away.

When they finally turned the corner, Sean let out a deep sigh of relief.

Isaac was still trying to process the whole thing. “Your mom, she’s uh. She sure is somethin’,” was all he could manage to say.

“That she is.” Sean belched again. “Now, where the fuck did the rest of that cake go?”