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something's different
I love it when I've totally dug my hooks into a feedee's temptations and desires, and have such a powerful influence on their habits that they don't even realize that it's nobody's fault but their own it's gotten this bad.
Encouraging you every-single-time you talk about your fat and its consequences, to eat about it. Making things up that seem like rules and making it sound like a no brainier, like: duh honey.... it's totally normal to follow these rules, we all do:
Are you Happy? Then you should stuff yourself till it hurts. Sad? Eat slowly, it'll cheer you up.... then stuff yourself till it hurts. Horny? You know what to do. So long as you're eating more.... "for me."
So long as you forget all those silly other coping skills, no matter how much we both know better, how toxic you think it is that I encourage you to replace mindfulness with eating until your ribs hurt... Then eating even more..... "For me."
Making you have a snack heavy kitchen, pantry, bedroom.... pulling them out nightly while you watch movies or games. Keeping the most fattening things in the house in arms reach ...... Me being all too happy to get up and bring you more....you realizing this keeps going on....realizing you do have the power to stop and gain your control again...but why would you when you can just be ... ... ... eating more..... "for me?" 💝
Normalizing how often you will chug cream and hound down treats just to feel like you're on track for the lifestyle you can't resist at all....One of so much pathetically enabled struggle and self indulgence....you would feel bound by your size if it didn't keep your inner thighs warm, weak, and pulsing with arousal, frustration AND satisfaction.
And it all just adds up, shocking you, making you "worried." I put quotation marks because I'm not fooled. I've had feedees express genuine concern to me, only to find out that nothing ropes you back in more than for me to say:
"you're right. it's out of control. You're so fucking huge and you can't stop getting bigger. I watch you every day, excusing these habits more and more, and your fat packs and piles onto your struggling frame. I love it. Wont you please give me more?"
Wont you give me New stretch marks, more inches between the navel and the end of the indulgent apron your gut demands to be at ALL times?
Won't you tell me about how your balance gets worse because you've become so much more front and bottom heavy?
Wont you give me deeper handles to bury my palms into? More curves to explore? More nights of looking longingly into your eyes and pushing down the next bite even though there's a pained begging for moderation in your gaze ....that we both ignore.
Wont you please get fatter...for me?
....
And just like that, glossed eyes, heavy breathing, flushed cheeks....and you're waddling back to the kitchen to find yourself making more of all of it"....for me."
I mean....it's gotta be for me right? I keep guiding you that way...being so pushy...but there's just one thing....would anybody else have gotten so turned on reading what I've just listed? No no.... you didn't misread..... i'm tapping on the fourth wall here, reader.
In reality....it's nobody's fault but your own. It was your choice and not mine to let it go, and go, and go. I merely enjoyed it. Told you how nice it would be.
You agreed. And you gave in. Oh does that make me an enabler? What could an enabler accomplish with a lack of desire? You wanted this more than any other person in your life.
Admit it.
You did this to yourself.
..........
But you know what?
My encouragement only made you what you already wanted. You can thank me for the support, curse and blame me for your struggles and consequences all you want, you may have told yourself it was all "for me...." But it's you who has to live with it now.
....so.....this will always have been
"....your fault." 🐽
something's different
You must have a pretty big, and quickly growing collection of buttons that have fallen victim to the force of your ballooning belly
You know you're not wrong, but it's not complete until I pop a button from each pair of pants in my current (outgrown) wardrobe...It's now a nice mini goal and a fun extra layer of motivation to keep my fat ass eating as frequent and as much as possible..
I was straight up unhinged earlier for lunch.
Popped another button. RIP to another pair of outgrown pants.
Just let me eat for you. I want you to tell me how much bigger you want me to get. To trace your fingertips over my swollen gut while reiterating how much fatter you've already made me. To squeeze my bulging love handles as you slip more food into my mouth. To straddle me and grind against my softening body while you feed me and whisper in my ear about how turned on you are. I'll be demanding and you'll listen to your fat boy, but I'm still all yours to control. I promise to be good if you are too.
Keep eating…
It looks like you’ve already done such a good job all on your own.
I mean… your shirts barely even fit around that swollen belly of yours and that double chin is just begging to grow.
You’re such a greedy piggy, practically aching for me to fatten you up. I wonder how much faster you’d grow if I got my hands on you. I know you’d look so good with a thicker hang and a couple of popped buttons.
That’s what you want right?
To be my chubby piggy to do whatever I want with.
I’ll stuff that round gut of yours until you’re moaning and too stuffed to move. Then I’ll funnel feed you even more. I’d whisper how pathetic you are, desperately wanting to eat to please me. Demanding I make you my prized piggy, my perfect fat boy.
Be careful what you wish for, the more turned on I get, the bigger you grow.
And of course you’ll be good for me, only good piggies get fed.
—Bella
feedees who get out of breath masturbating and have to stop because their heart is beating too fast, their arm is tired and they are sweating profusely <3
i would love to catch one of them and take over, but every time they get close i shove sugary donuts in their mouth and slow down. over and over until they cum in the midst of a ruined orgasm and fall into a food coma right after ~
waking up still horny, struggling to think straight but unable to sit up because their stomach is too full <33 handing them more sugary food, straddling their lap and putting their belly on top of my legs while i lightly tease them for being such a greedy little pig with no self control who can only think about cumming~
grinding harder each time they take a bite, teasing their nipples and leaving kisses all over their chest, praising them for eating so much for me, completely overwhelm them with attention and food until they cum in their underwear, urging them to keep eating regardless until they pass out again<33
Fuck 😵💫😵💫😵💫
Let me talk you through it while you stuff yourself with one hand and masturbate with the other 💕💞
could you maybe play with that bellybutton, it looks so hot when your belly is full
This belly button?
Morning burps after breakfast
Whoever made this button deserves a raise
If you could chug melted ice cream for me night after night until I can lead you to the bedroom by your belly hang...
that would be perfect.
😍 Receiving a hug from you and discovering those soft love handles hanging over your waistband… I couldn’t help but sink my nails in.
And it would make me want to fatten you up even more! 🐖
Well, Anon, you sound almost as corrupted as me (jk, you're nowhere close). Get on over here so you can start fattening me up already. I'm getting hungry 🐷
And there's plenty more than just my bulging love handles to incentivize you further ;) Help me find out just how greedy I can be..
Your gluttony is very obvious in how far that fat gut and those flabby love handles hang over your waistband. There's no way those pants can survive much longer
Love this. I can't decide what distracts me more - the belly hang or the softening love handles. I'm honestly just so greedy when it comes to eating now. Can't deny it and couldn't stop it if I tried. I always want to hear about how noticeable the consequences are and what they're doing (and/or are going to do) to my growing body. The pants are on life support. I plan on popping the button to make it official very very soon.
MDW indulgence
just hanging out, you?
Popped another button. Making sure I put the final nails in the coffin for my old wardrobe…