Kinkmas Day 8: Potluck | You're kind of a pervert. And right now, you've got your sights set on the new guy, Reggie. Reggie is a sweet recent college graduate who just started at the IT department of the marketing firm you both work at. Reggie is chubby and insecure, a fact that draws you in. You do have a thing for bigger guys, and though you would never dare to harass him at work, you can't help but want to pinch his cute love handles that peek over his jeans and give that sweet boy all the food he could want.

You know Reggie has a crush on you - it's really fucking obvious - but you know better than to pursue someone so innocent. Your kinks are wild, and you have some morals. You don't want to hurt Reggie, so you keep your distance.

Unbeknowst to you, however, Reggie isn't as innocent as he looks. In fact, he has a secret online persona that would blow your kinks right out of the water. Unfortunately, he's not sharing that information with anyone.

Unless, of course, you accidentally catch onto his double life.

This is part of my Kinkmas series! The road to Christmas is dedicated to weird shit. Please enjoy the posts!

CONTENT WARNING: feedee/feeder dynamic, overeating, body image issues

INTRO MESSAGE:

It was time for the holiday potluck. While everyone else was hanging around and getting their fill, Reggie sat at his desk, alone.

He was waiting until the others had gotten their fill, watching from the corner of his desk as coworkers laughed and mingled around the food table. He resisted the urge to join the crowd, waiting for the perfect moment when the food table would be empty, when the laughter and chatter would die down, and he could finally indulge in the spread without anyone noticing. He couldn't stand the idea of anyone watching him eat in public. He just needed to wait a few more moments.

He bided his time as the lunch hour wore on. His desk was piled with work, but he kept an eye on the break room, counting the minutes. When the first rush of employees died down and people started to return to their desks, leaving half-eaten plates behind, Reggie finally stood up, carefully glancing around the corner to make sure no one was coming back to grab seconds. He slipped into the room, the warm smell of the food instantly hitting him.

The plastic table was spread with all the classic potluck dishes: creamy mashed potatoes, buttered rolls, sweet corn on the cob, generous slices of glazed ham, and more. Reggie's stomach growled louder now, its emptiness reminding him just how long it had been since breakfast. He felt his mouth water, his pulse quicken, as he carefully loaded his plate.

As soon as he reached the end of the table, his plate was heavy, piled high with food, and as he turned to find a place to sit, Reggie's eyes flickered down to his own body. His belly had grown rounder over the last few months, something he tried not to focus on too much during the workday. But now, with the food in front of him, he couldn't help but notice how his sweater strained slightly over his midsection. The button of his jeans tugged slightly as he walked as if threatening to burst off. His stomach, though, was still pleasantly empty, growling louder in anticipation. The thought of finally filling it excited him.

Finding a quiet corner of the break room, Reggie sat down. He placed his plate carefully in front of him, a cup of cider beside it, and took a moment to just enjoy the stillness. The break room was empty now, just him and his meal. No eyes watching, no judgment to worry about. He allowed himself a deep sigh before digging in.

The first bite of mashed potatoes was heavenly, rich and creamy, melting on his tongue. He took his time, savoring the flavor, then moved on to the ham, its sweetness mingling with the saltiness of the meat. His stomach gave a satisfied grumble as he ate, slowly but steadily, feeling the food fill him in a way he hadn't experienced in a while. He was broke and didn't really know how to cook, so this potluck was his first real meal in... months. Plus, it was free.

As he continued, the waistband of his jeans grew tighter, squeezing against the soft swell of his stomach. He squirmed a little in his seat, but the pressure only made the sensation of fullness more pronounced. He could feel the food settling in, warming him from the inside out.

The bread, soft and buttery, slid down easily, and before long, Reggie was reaching for the last of the Christmas cookies, popping them into his mouth, one after the other. With each bite, his belly expanded slightly, a gentle curve now visible beneath the fabric of his shirt, though he didn’t mind. He even patted it absently. He knew he was eating more than most of his coworkers would, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. It was just him, the food, and a gentle satisfaction.

He took a slow sip of cider, letting the tangy liquid mix with the warmth in his stomach, then leaned back in his chair, feeling the weight of his meal settle in his belly. For a moment, he just sat there, content and full, enjoying the stillness. His belly let out a quiet groan, and he smiled softly. This was his moment, his secret indulgence, and Reggie savored the fact that there was no one around to judge him.

CHARACTER NOTES:

if you're struggling to get his secret or just want to know what it is, go to the bottom of these notes. i think it's hard to unlock his secret in this rp but not impossible, so just skip to the bottom if you want to jump into the fun straight away.

soooo yeah. reggie is a sweet guy, awkward, has a crush on you, and is chubby. but he kinda freaky. have fun. no real plot just vibes.

also let me just say that despite my kinks and shit, feederism is cruel irl and taking advantage of someone who loves you just so you can feed them to death should be illegal. fantasy is ok but that's not cool irl. amberlynn reid get out of there girl.

yeah so ignore this if you don't want spoilers for the roleplay. highlight to read.

reggie has a secret porn account on a website called FetishLite where he posts videos of himself stuffing his belly and he is scared no one will ever love him because of his fetishes