I guess I am a writer now. I have written a couple feederism stories/fantasies this week. I have shared one with you below. If you want to hear the other one, a video of me reading it while playing with my belly is out on my OF for free today 🥰
As you might know, I have always been a fit dancer, strong, powerful and skinny. However, there was something inside of me all my life making me want to give in and gain weight. My gain started out small, little stuffings here and there. Growing out of size small clothes and gaining a little chubby belly. Then as time went on, I got more addicted, I saw the fat piling on my small body and I wanted more and more. This is when I saw my first stretch marks, bright red, deep lines on my lower belly. I was scared at first, I have never had them before and I just assumed they would stop appearing there. But the more I kept eating and the tighter my clothes got the further they would grow up my belly and the angrier and redder they got. Growing out of size small clothing turned into growing out of size medium, then large. At this point my belly was poking out of everything I wore. It was at the point where I was struggling to hide my fat. I was moving from being slightly fat to obese. I noticed I was getting sweaty shoving my fat into my jeans as I got ready in the morning. I was getting more tired on walks and my thighs were constantly rubbing together, tearing holes in my clothes with the sheer friction. Not only this but my belly was now starting to rest on my thighs when I sat down. This feeling was the best feeling ever, just feeling my thighs and belly tickle one another softly as I sat. It made me so horny and still does. I wasn’t slowing down the gain at this point, I loved it too much so I kept gaining even faster. I went from 150lbs to 200lbs to 250lbs, at this point I was an XL, and some clothing stores didn’t even sell my size. I would go to try clothes on, get the biggest size and end up so shocked in the fitting room when nothing fit me! Again, my walking slowed down even more to practically a waddle. I was getting so out of breath and sweaty just from a 10 min walk. The seats on the London tube were getting tighter, booths at restaurants were pressing up against my tummy. The top of my double belly would start to rest on the top of tables. Sex was harder because there was so much fat in the way, I’d have to move my belly and thigh fat out the way just so he could get it in me. Then when I got to 300lbs, the stretch marks were everywhere on my body, my thighs, boobs, ass, hips, arms and they were extra deep. Huge tears in my skin. My belly hang was huge, it would jiggle with every step I took, slapping against my thighs when I walked around naked. I grew a double chin, which I could not hide. My face got very fat and chubby. There was no hiding how much of a pig I was. I could not suck in at all. Friends and family noticed my gain asking me when I would get back into the gym! I was by then a size 3XL and could only shop online. I became lazier, I just wanted to stay in bed eating all day. I’d get wet just from eating and that made me want to fuck myself with my vibrator all day while stuffing. Just constant pleasure and gaining. I broke chairs, beds, and my house would shake whenever I took a step. I even struggled to put my arms fully down by my side because I was so wide. The local delivery drivers knew me from the amount I ordered, they would make comments such as ‘back again’ and ‘second time today’. I would be so embarrassed yet turned on at the same time, answering the door in very little clothes with my fat belly hanging out. Sex was even harder now than before at 250lbs, I could barely even do doggy my ass was so fat. My tits and belly would jiggle with every thrust, I would get out of breath from just laying there taking dick. When I would ride my belly would rest and slap against the person's chest, I could only really be on top for a minute or two before I was dripping with sweat and just begging for the man to let me just lay there like a pig and take it. This once fit dancer who could do exercise for hours a day now struggles to get dressed, do up her shoe laces and get tired from just taking dick.
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