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28 He/She Feedee I love to gain and watch others gain as well

[fatty-lit]

"Back again?"

She didn't know how to respond. It flustered her immediately. Yes, she had just been there yesterday, but she didn't expect anyone to notice.

But he did notice, and what's worse, is he let her know he noticed. She could feel her face getting red and she could feel his condescending eyes on her. Was two days in a row really that bad? But it wasn't just the two days in a row. She had been coming here multiple times a week for since she moved there. It was her favorite and it was so close to her house - right on her way home from work, even - and he was the one at the window a good chunk of those times. She recognized him. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes, and a long nose. Very skinny for someone working here. And if she recognized him, it made sense that he would recognize her. Recognize her as the new regular, that is. Another hog addicted to the slop. It was humiliating to be known like that, and she was incredibly turned on by it. Just this simple comment - an acknowledgement - and she was jelly in her seat.

The rest of the encounter was a rushed blur, yet excrutiatining long. She paid in silence, got handed her bag, "Thank you", "Enjoy", "You too", and then she sped home to consume and cum to her own humiliation.

There was an extra order of fries in her bag.

. . .

It took her two whole days to return, but she didn't stop thinking about him for a moment the entire time. She was spacey at work, horny at home, yet unable to work up the nerve to face her humiliation again. Until she did.

The line for the drive-thru wasn't terribly long, but it was moving slower than it ever had. Her heart was racing from the time she spotted the sign to the moment she crept up to the window. When she finally made it to the front, she could have sworn it had ceased to beat completely.

But it wasn't him. It was one of the multitude of greasy teenagers. She was relieved. She was abject. She solemnly ate her meal in the parking lot, but at the bottom of the bag there was an apple pie she did not order.

. . .

She hadn't let herself expect to see him the next time, but there he was. Her heart was back to racing - racing a scary amount for a girl her size - and she was desperate for him to say anything at all. Silently, internally begging him to recognize her. To make any sort of comment. An acknowledgment of her return for more greasy, fattening food.

But he treated her like the average customer - like a stranger. No hint at recognition or the judgment she craved. Just another person allowing themself the indulgence of a fast food meal. She wanted to be the known regular. The one they snicker about after she's gone. She needed it. That is why she was there. That is why she kept coming back.

But then as he reached out the window to pass her the bag. He dangles it out, "Quite the order. Hungry today, are we?" Her pudgy fingers snatched it into the recess of her car, and she was gone.

It was perfect.

Eat, cum, and now an extra fry with an apple pie at the bottom of the bag.

. . .

She was back the next day. Just shy of 24hr since her last lap through. She needed him to be there, and she thanked the lord that he was as her palms got sweaty and her heart began to race almost painfully in her chest.

"Have you been enjoying the treats?"

He was acknowledging her again. This time is was personal. Directed at her. A question. About a reality between the two of them. The idea that he had been the one slipping her the excess calories - that it wasn't just a bizarre mistake - had fueled every one of her orgasms for the last 4 days, but now she was back and he was basically confirming the delusion.

"I . . . umm, but why?" She couldn't look at him. Her eyes were darting around to everything surrounding his face, only ever daring to cross the deep blue gaze of his eyes for less than an instant.

"Well, you're a regular here and you looked like someone who would enjoy an extra treat." As he spoke, even though she was still unable to meet his gaze, she noticed his eyes slide down her body, and she became accutely aware of how heavily her hungry belly was resting on her lap and how tight the seatbelt felt across it at that particular moment.

She was frozen and her face was burning, but after a polite pause to see if she was going to work up a response, he continued unfazed, "Would you like one this time, as well? . . . I think you do."

She could only sputter out the same nonsense she had responded to his first question with, "I . . . umm, but why?" Her brain was out of service, seemingly working on nothing but muscle memory, which itself only seemed to extend back to the previous 30 seconds of eternity.

"Your total is $19.51", and he was back to being just another employee. "Have a nice day."

No pies in the bag this time, but there was a phone number.

. . .

The tiny slip sat centrally on the coffee table the whole time, but she couldn't bring herself to call. She couldn't even bring herself to save the number in her phone, so she kept it centered on her coffee table, taking great pains not to disturb it, lest it get swept off the table, never to be seen again.

She wanted to call so badly. To see what would happen. But she couldn't. She was afraid of flying too close to the sun. She wanted to be called out for the weight she'd gained this year, for her growing fast food addiction, for the way she ate, for what she ate, for the way her pants dug into her expanding and softening flesh, for being such a pig. She needed someone to watch her degradation and call her out for it. To both encourage it, enable it, and chastise her for it. She didn't know if he would do that for her, if he would be her witness, her enabler, her harshest critic, but the thought that he might be was terrifying. What if it was everything she ever wanted?

And that's exactly what the number on the coffee table represented. Because, what if she actually got what she wanted? Would it ruin her forever? With an enabler, would she ever be able to stop?

So that's why she didn't call. The reality of the fantasy was too horrifying. Too enticing.

She went through the drive-thru every day for a week. She was afraid of diving in fully, but increasingly desperate for another quick hit. If they could just continue the game, that would be perfect. Diving in completely was too scary, but the little comments were at least enough to cum to. Just please, one more hit.

Each lap through made her even more desperate, but he wasn't there. He never was. And there were no pies in the bottom of her bag.

. . .

". . ."

". . ."

". . ."

"Hello?"

". . . um"

"Hello?"

"Uhhh, this is the girl from the - uhhh - drive-thru?" How was she supposed to describe herself? She hadn't even thought that far. She didn't know his name and he probably didn't know hers.

She had finally broken down in a fit of unbearable horny desperation. Nothing was working. Feedist porn, enornmous and increasing quantities of food, degrading comments from strangers online, her vibrator. No matter how many times she came, it just couldn't be supressed. So now, lightheaded and delerious, she was finally calling him, but the awkward start had her reeling back to reality and regretting every decision she had ever made.

"Uhhh . . . Oh shit! Oh my god! It's you! I thought you would never call! I thought I fucked up or, uh, like, I don't even know, just like what if I was wrong about . . ." Now he was sounding flustered. She could hear him catch his breath, exhale, and return to his usual cool, even-keeled character. The crack in the persona eased her anxiety a bit.

"I'm so happy you actually called."

"Hehe . . . yeah sorry for the delay. I was - uh hehe - a little nervous . . ."

"Oh my gosh, no worries! Are you hungry?"

"Ha. Uhhh, well . . ."

"Oh, c'mon. I know you are. You seem like the type who always is."

'Oh shit' she thought.

"Why don't you come by and I'll hook you up with something. It's also my break soon, so we can chat while you eat."

"Oh, you don't have to do that-"

"But I want to," he quipped back.

"Well, okay. I'll be over in like 5 minutes."

"Oh, so you live close by. No wonder you're here so often." She could feel a wink though the phone. Even this miniscule teasing - from him, specifically - was getting her wet. "Look, just go through the drive-thru and order your usual. I'll know it's you."

. . .

She was shaking as she came up to the window, and there he was. The fact that this was arranged changed things a little bit. Less exciting in some ways, but much more in others.

It was a normal fast-food-window encounter, except he didn't let her pay and the bag was more full than usual, and when everything was settled he told her to park in her usual spot and start eating. He'd be out in a minute.

'Usual spot?' she thought. He really has been keeping an eye on me. But she was obedient - she was desperate to obey - and went right to her 'usual spot' and started eating right away. There was a lot of food in the bag: a true sampler of the menu: a big greasy mess.

Then, while enraptured in a double cheese burger, there was a tap on her passenger-side window. She jumped in her seat, and there he was. Before she could say anything or signal to come in, he was already opening the door and sitting down.

Her mouth was too full of food to greet him, and even without the food she would have choked on her words. But it didn't matter. He was clearly going to be the one talking today.

"God, you look even bigger when I'm not standing over you." His eyes were crawling all over her. "No - keep eating," he almost snapped when she tried to put down the burger. "I've been so obsessed with watching you come here day after day. Watching that seatbelt tighten as you fill up more and more of that seat. Obviously we get a lot of fatties in here, but you were so clearly different. I'm so glad I was right about you." His words were barely registering, but the look in his eyes as he traced her bulging curves up and down said it all. As he described watching her get fatter seemingly every time he saw her, a hand cautiously but confidently slid under her tight shirt, carressing the upper bulge of her round gut. She was melting and soaking through her tight jeans.

She kept eating like an obedient pig while he continued whispering his monologue about her size, degradation, softness, and beauty. Time dialated. She was in that car having her fat groped for an eternity.

"Now, be a good girl and finish your meal." His hand slipped out of her shirt. 'What?! What's going on?' She thought to herself. She didn't want it to end. She needed more. She needed that forever. "Send me a picture of that bag completely empty when you're finished." And suddenly he was up from the seat and leaning into the car. "You will eat it all for me, won't you?"

He leaned in and gave her the softest peck on her full, fat, greasy cheek and was off. Her mouth was too full to beg. To convince him to stay for just one more minute. To tell him she would do anything in the world for him if he just stayed one more minute.

But all of that was reduced to a muffled whimper through a mouth full of carbs and grease.

A smirk. A wink. And he was back to his shift.

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for @stonerbellybabe

[gain4u]

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[bigbellybridget]

i can’t stop gaining !! ❤️

[gain4u]

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[peachy-ffa]

It's the overeating that I find so attractive, the gluttony and excess that someone chases down until they physically can't from the fullness in their belly. The thrill of pushing themselves as much as they possibly can, until moving to get just another bite gets harder and harder, belly feeling heavier than ever and the effort to move their overfed body being almost impossible.

Until I intervene in their little bubble of hedonism to finish the job, the indulgence is not done yet and we both know it, sweet words and encouragement should keep them going "Eat for me, darling. Don't you wanna get fatter? Make our contrast bigger and your fat rolls deeper? Such a good fatty eating from my feeding hand~".

It's the joy and pleasure that we find in stuffing them with so much food, bite after bite, plate after plate. All with the sole purpose of having more pounds on their plump body, it's both the journey and the destiny that we find so delectable and irresistible, feeding them in many ways, from the sweetest to the most hedonistic and the aftermath that said feeding leaves, new stretchmarks, more fat and clothes that fit tighter and tighter.

When words finally fail and they feel just at their limit, I play with their fat body and rub their belly, I tell them how good they've been doing all this time, I grab them by their double chin and make them open up wide for the last bites. Properly stuffed and unable to move much, perfect, time to switch gears and take care of their poor overfed tummy, after eating so good for me, it's only fair that I pamper them and rub their overtaxed belly. What kind of feeder would I be if I didn't love taking care of feedees as well? 💖

[gain4u]

Ooooh my

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[ang3lchub78]

You really should try on those bikinis, just to show you really haven't done THAT much damage over the holidays. Everyone's exaggerating, your summer figure is still ready to go, right?

Yeah, this bikini fits the same as it did in July, see!! Still plenty of room to grow into it ;)

[gain4u]

About 50 more pounds and I see it fitting perfectly!

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[leavemealone4everplz]

I’m so fat and addicted to eating it’s crazy. eating meals meant for families of four is just as easy as breathing at this point, and I’ve gotten so fat and heavy that I’m pouring out of clothes .. god I’m fat..

[gain4u]

Fat and

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[bchubs]

The fact that I look fatter sideways more than I used to front ways is really doing it for me 😍🫠🫠

[gain4u]

Agreed

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[choobyb00ny-deactivated20260520]

“babe, i might’ve gained some weight while you were away…”

[gain4u]

Let’s order a couple large pizzas 🍕 for you and we can chat about it…

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[neptitudeplus]

Hot new teacher Ms Kayn said, "For homework every Friday, you'll each bring me a yummy treat to eat. The more I enjoy them, and the fatter my belly gets, the higher your grades grow!" (candiikayn.tumblr)

[gain4u]

I would be your best pupil and horny snack dealer.

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[gainevere]

a couple people in my friends group have gained weight over the last few years. i'm winning.

[gain4u]

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[ussbbwgifs-deactivated20260601]

SSBBW_Geminigirl89

[gain4u]

Stunning 😍

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[gain4u]

When you go to the grocery store intending to only buy healthy foods but you hit the first isle and you hear Little Debbie whispering in your ear….

[amph1tr1t3]

You can call me an evil feeder all you like, but I'm doing this for you.

Manipulation isn't about forcing you fatter, not really. It's about shifting the blame. It's about absolving you of misplaced guilt.

After all, I ordered the food. I made all those dinners. I brought home sweet treats. Doubled up portions. Suggested you skip the gym for a movie...but you could have said no. You didn't. You ate, you lazed, you let me bring you just a little more. You opened your mouth for one last bite every time I asked. You let me rub your full belly, reward your overeating, keep you sedentary night after night.

You wanted this. Every extra inch. Every labored breath and lost button. You just couldn't commit on your own. Of course you couldn't. We have all been trained to view excess as sinful, fat as failure. Who could fault you for sublimating your real desires? No one would give you permission to let yourself go. No one would coax you into the kind of desperate, helpless gluttony necessary to redraw the contours of your body.

And then I did.

And I made it all about me. You eat for me. You lounge for me. You lean back and drink melted ice cream - something that barely existed in your fantasies - because you know I want you to. And you grow. You balloon. You come almost unrecognizable. You allow me to make you impossibly, deliciously obese. No blame, no fault, because I did this to you. You ate, but I fed you.

So when I stand you in front of a mirror, show you all the ways you've expanded, when I tell you that you've turned yourself into a hopeless pig...you have plausible deniability.

At least until your second dinner arrives. Right on time. And your belly growls even though you should be stuffed full from an hour ago. You watch my face reflected back at you, my hands still roaming your newest, softest pounds. You can blame me, of course. But you're going to eat again, even after taking in how massive we've made you. I've made you. Tell yourself it was all me. Tell yourself whatever you need to. But you'll have to do it between bites, because you're suddenly starving again.

[gain4u]

Wow

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[thatfatgoth]

[mortiskiller]

Field research is the best kind, can confirm.

[gain4u]

Ihatemakingusernames has really helped you bulk. If I had her pulling the strings I would look just like you.

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[kodeeffa-deactivated20260124]

You’re in the corner… watching… waiting… for what?

A time that won’t come.

You’re a cuck.

You’re here because I need something to look at. Watching how pathetic you are in the corner as you wince and twinge because you’re not allowed to touch yourself as your bimbo goddess gets fucked. Don’t worry, afterwards I’ll touch for you. Not with my perfect pussy though. That’s reserved for real men. Horny little fuck boys sit in the corner and wait for whatever sloppy seconds I give you. You love it though. Those few seconds of attention are all you need.

I’m your fixation.

I’m your obsession.

I’m your everything.

So sit there, wait… watch…

[gain4u]

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[kismetslut]

do you really think you can handle me, piggy?

reading my texts and getting off to my blog while you stuff your face is one thing. letting me fatten you up in person is on an entirely different level. if it's been this easy for me to coax a few inches onto your waistline from behind a screen, imagine how fat i could make you if i was there to feed you in person. i'd have you bursting out of all your clothes and addicted to the taste of heavy cream in two weeks. so if you're not ready or dedicated enough to get massive for me, baby, then i'm not the girl for you. we both know it wouldn't take much for me to convince you to let go of all control and let me feed you into obesity.

"too full", "too fast", and "too much" would all be swiftly removed from your vocabulary. you don't decide when you're full now, piggy, i do. your entire lifestyle needs to be built on greed and excess; you will never get to a point of being "fat enough", you will always be left wanting more. the only person who gets to dictate when it's time for you to stop eating is me. wouldn't that be nice, piggy? to no longer have to worry about your own hunger and fullness anymore? you should save all your brainpower for choosing what to order next on doordash, baby, or whether you want to order chocolate or vanilla flavored mass gainer. leave everything else to me. i'll find your limits and push them until you've gotten big enough to handle any massive calorie surplus with ease. with each pound you put on, your appetite will keep getting bigger. you'll no longer be eating three meals a day; you'll be eating constantly from the moment you wake up to the second you get into bed at night. don't worry, piggy, i'll always make sure to spoil you for eating so well for me. gluttony should be rewarded, it's hard work sitting back on the couch and making a pig of yourself all day.

after stuffing you for hours i'd finally have you heave your fatass up off the couch and stand in front of a full-length mirror while i stand behind you. my arms would struggle to reach around the swell of your massive belly as i'd press my fingertips into your fat, the surface of your round gut massively tight and stretched after pigging out all day. i'd finally unbutton your jeans that look 5 pounds away from bursting at the seams. you'd moan in relief as your bloated belly swelled out of it's constraints of tight denim, fat spilling over the edge of the waistband of your boxers.

"you did so good eating for me, baby. you look so sexy when you're nice and full like this. i can't wait to make you even bigger."

i'd barely be able to dip my fingertips beneath the elastic of your boxers that fit a lot better 25 pounds ago. gently sliding the tight fabric down your hips, i'd finally free your bulging belly from the last of it's constraints. as you groan in relief, i'd take my time tracing my hands across the surface of your overstuffed gut, pointing out every new stretch mark, every thickening roll, the new pudgy softness of your chest. we wouldn't need the scale to tell us how fat you've gotten when i can feel your expanding size under my fingertips instead.

"god, your love handles are getting so deep. just look at how thick the rolls on your hips are now, baby, i can't believe how much fatter you've been getting lately. doesn't it feel so good to be this huge?"

i'd make you take a good look at yourself in the mirror. really take in what you've done to yourself and what you've begged for me to do to you. you wanted nothing more than to be fattened up like a prize winning hog and i happily obliged. now you're a massive, food-addicted, out of shape glutton with no hope of ever losing a single pound. i already know that just from looking at your overstuffed belly you'd be rock hard, to have my delicate hands pumping up and down your throbbing cock while i tell you how much of a fatass you are. to hold my hair with your chubby fingers while i take advantage of still being able to blow you without your fat gut getting in the way. sex and fattening up would completely overlap for us, which would only make you more addicted to your gluttony. see how good i'd take care of you, baby? all you'd have to do is gain a few hundred pounds for me.

imagine how massive you'd get if this was your life, piggy. are you ready to test your limits and see how much fat your body can handle? there'd be no set weight limits or breaks from gaining. if you really think you're ready, i promise i won't disappoint.

just don't say i didn't warn you, piggy. you chose this ;)

[gain4u]

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[daisythefatgirl-deactivated2026]

sorry it’s kind of dark in my room, but here’s me playing with my belly after I ate a bunch of brownies on Sunday night!! heheh I feel like my belly is softer and jigglier what do you think?

[gain4u]

I think you should have some more brownies

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[thefitwitch]

I want to make sure you have me fully under your skin by making you gain my body weight in lard, literally carrying one of me under your skin at all times. I want to be synonymous with the fat you've eaten yourself into and the heft you feel in every step... so which one of you helpless hogs is going to gain 155lbs first?

Which one of you wants to feel what it's like to carry me with you at all times, to feel me making your body shake, weighing you down, and making you hungrier for more until you're a useless blob? But dont worry baby, I'll make you cum too. Youll feel me wrapped around your cock or puffing out your pussy, and every shake will feel like I'm teasing you. You'll feel me making you get off just by waddling in a grocery store with a basket full of ice cream as if it was my own hands playing with you in public.

I'll embarass you, make your clothes look sloppy and tight. I'll make people confront you and tell you to drop me... but you'll feel pleasure you've never felt before. Turning off your brain and handing yourself over to my desires will make you cum so hard you'll see stars and feel electricity coursing through every inch of quivering flab, so you'll want as much of me as your body can possibly handle... and then some.

So when I tell you to eat for me, this is what I mean.

I want you to eat until you carry me with you at all times, until you feel me controlling your body... eat until there's more of me jiggling under your flesh than there is of you.

[gain4u]

Oooh my

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