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40. Cutest feederism fantasy?
Picture the most idealic picnic setting, a beautiful shaded grassy clearing in a forest with a pond in the middle. The air is the perfect temperature and the pond is a few degrees cooler. There's an abundance of food in multiple huge baskets and coolers, being fed to me frequently. I take breaks to cool off in the pond, swimming early in the day, dipping my legs in when I start getting too full for any sort of exercise. Every time I hit my capacity my feeder lays me down in one of those on the ground beach chairs so I'm at a comfortable incline to digest at. They massage my bulging belly. Coo and praise at every sound out of me, grunts, moans, burps, sighs. Of course both of us get off in various ways throughout they day, most of it lazy and docile. Taking our time for everything with all the time we have on our hands. We can fall asleep perfectly peacefully and wake up to a new day of stuffing and fucking.
