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I need MORE I can eat more I MUST PUSH MORE INSIDE MY BELLY FUCK I NEED IT NOW

God I love this feeling of insatiable hunger on a full stomach, it's like a devil is surrounding my cock, making it throb while whispering in my ear that I can have more, and I'm all for it I'm so weak it's so fucking hot fuck fuck fuck fuck

(might delete later fuck im so embarrassed I actually came to how full I was omfl)

mattygettingfatty-deactivated20

Can you make a belly button play video 🥵

Sure can. 🤭

dflowgainer

I been eatin

bigguys365

gettinr0und

Ate way too much on the drive home, rewarded myself for making it with 2 shakes, then went and got dinner with my family. Need someone to send me some more food Im still hungry tbh

tfmoo

enjoying some ice cream

j-is-bulking

Could not put the burger down, now look at me now

dflowgainer

I been eatin

collegefatty02

I never meant to go this far, but now that i’m here, i don’t wanna stop🥵

admirerofmeat2398

Blast from the past for sure!😱

feedee72

please tie me up and force feed me until I’m huge🙇

gluttonousencourager

"Remember if you're uncomfortable say diet and I'll untie you", the feeder whispered in your ear. He was a few years older and fit, in contrast to your soft gluttonous body. You sat in a chair arms and legs secured as you felt yourself getting aroused playfully struggling against the bonds. "You've been a naughty little piggy. Now you're tied up here at my mercy begging me for a 'real feeding'", He said smiling widely as he placed the bag of takeout and snack cakes down on the table in front of you. Your face went red with arousal at your helplessness as you playfully struggle against the bonds. He pulled a family sized tray of chicken alfredo and got a large forkful putting it against your lips. You feigned a refusal turning your head away. "Come on now don't be a brat", he said as he pinched your nose.

He got the intended response as you opened your mouth and the feeding began. Mouthful after mouthful you greedily accepted every saucy fattening forkful your feeder offered you. Even he was surprised at how voracious your appetite seemed to be that in no time he was scraping the last bits from the tray. The alfredo and chicken was heavy and warm in your belly. You welcomed the feeders massage of your belly as he coaxed a half loaf of garlic butter soaked bread that had come with the pasta inside of you.

"All that pasta and bread safely tucked away. Now its time for dessert. Hope your hungry," He said chuckling as he unwrapped the individual pastries and stacked them on the plate. You were beginning to get full but you didn't want to let him down. You grunted after he pushed the second pastry past your lips shifting in your seat to relieve some of the pressure. "Aww looks like piggy is starting to get full," your feeder began to rub your belly again. On top of how swollen your belly had become your arousal was swelling in response to all of the stimuli. You were completely on edge as he coaxed another past your lips. Despite how full you were you could only moan. Pastry after pastry was fed to you and you began to feel painfully full. On the last two you began to actually struggle. You mind was in too much of a horny daze to remember the safe word and he thought you were playing. Once again he pinched your nose and you let out a whimper as he shoved another one past. "God one more. I swear you look like you're going to pop in more ways than one", he teased as he brought the last one to your lips. The pressure, the stimuli of his hands on your distended belly were too much. As you swallowed you just barely adjusted how you were sitting and without a touch you could no longer contain your arousal. A moan came out of your mouth both in ecstasy and some pain as he stepped back smiling widely at leaving you a moaning panting mess. "I don't think I've seen some one enjoy it quite as much as you did. We'll looks like you've experienced a real feeding now. Did you enjoy it?", Your feeder asked possessively kneading your packed belly. "Yes...I did", you barely got out as you groaned in enjoyment of the pressure being relieved a bit.

garlicbrednmore

After an hour of staring at the screen it still hasn’t fully hit you. Screenshots of your horny activity online were embarrassing sure, but it’s what comes after that leaves you with a lot in your stomach. Your family’s contact info, your friends social media accounts, whoever this is they know who you are and they’ve found the contacts of everyone you are close with.

And then there’s the final message.

“You can still make this all go away. Nobody has to know about your shameless habits. All you have to do is indulge in the gluttony you claim turns you on so much. All you have to do is give in.”

- - -

This was ridiculous. Giving into blackmail is letting the terrorists win. But when you really considered it you would rather disappear off the face of the earth than let your family and friends know how often you were engaging with online feedist content. For as long as you can remember you’ve thought that plush, soft jiggly fat is the hottest thing in the entire world. But to get that fat would only be embarrassing.

To walk around with 50 extra pounds of horny induced blubber on your frame would give the game away. Everyone would know how much of a shameless horny glutton you crave to be.

But now, it seems like you don’t have a choice.

So you get to eating like there’s no tomorrow.

First you shove an entire pack of double crème oreo’s down your throat.

Then you chug a litre of coke.

You order an obscene amount of mcdonald’s.

You guzzle a couple packs of instant ramen.

Then, in your gluttonous, horny trance - you melt a tub of ice cream and drink it like a milkshake.

After a day of stuffing yourself like a hog you look down at your bloated tummy looking like it’s ready to burst, and you ponder on how little of a push it to push yourself to your limits.

- - -

After a month of stuffing yourself to the brim day in and day out, you finally got another message from your blackmailer.

“Send a pic to prove progress. Otherwise info will be released.”

You squirmed again at the thought of your family knowing about your goon habits. Gross.

So you set up a camera and set the timer.

How do you even take a progress pic for something like this?

I mean, you’ve seen hundreds of feeder’s before and after pics, but now that you’re taking one yourself you feel lost.

So you do what feels simple. Take off your shirt and turn to the side. That’s when you finally see the damage you’ve already done.

You honestly thought you had just been looking bloated, but seeing yourself on camera let’s you really see the fat you’ve packed onto your thin frame.

Your flat stomach has been replaced by a distended and tight belly. Stuffed full, but you can still see your lard jiggle as you bounce up and down. You now have back fat poking over your jeans which are stretched taut with the extra room your ass and thighs are taking up.

As you gaze at the screen you almost forget the point of this whole thing as you get lost in the allure of your own porked up frame until — flash. There goes the camera.

- - -

After an hour of staring at the screen it still hasn’t fully hit you. You stared at that progress pic you had taken a year ago, comparing it to the one you had just taken, and you can’t even recognise yourself anymore.

After a few months of stuffing yourself to the brim, the blackmail messages had ceased. But by that point you were already uploading your progress pics online, so maybe they were seeing them there.

You had gotten so lost in your own gluttonous sauce, that you had forgotten what even started this whole thing in the first place. You got so obsessed with making a pig of yourself that you had forgotten you could ever stop.

In that first progress pic you looked malnourished compared to now. Sure, you weren’t looking toned by any means, but a little belly and some thick thighs was nothing compared to the butter ball that stared back at you in the reflection on the screen.

That little tight belly now weighs you down, hanging over your stretchy shorts and pressing into your tree trunk, cellulite covered thighs. Your chunky upper arms spread out about as wide as your old thighs used to, and your thick sausage fingers fumble at the screen trying to get a better look at your skinny former self.

Your formerly flat chest now bulges out and presses against your fat neck and you lay down. Your face, once sleek and defined, is now round - your cheeks puffy, framing nicely the smile that creeps across your face as you think about how much more of a lard ball you can turn yourself into.

garlicbrednmore

take control of my sexual pleasure to manipulate me into gaining weight for you.

lock me up in a chastity cage and demand that i meet insane goals before you’ll unlock it. 10,000 calories a day is completely unrealistic day to day, there’s no way i could eat that much without feeling sick!

so day by day i keep stuffing myself for you more and more, slowing packing on the pounds. slowly expanding my stomach capacity.

by the time i finally hit 10,000 calories in a day i’ve already gained 25lbs, and of course that makes you all the more willing to help me get off. but then you lock me back up until i reach the same goal.

so now i gorge myself with 10,000 calories of rich, creamy, fatty foods so you’ll uncage me and let me release, pavlov-ing me into associated a full stomach with sexual pleasure.

i finally snap out of it when i realise you stopped putting on the cage. i start to think you must be an idiot, you’ve gotten so caught up in the routine you forgot about my only motivator for eating so much for you. if i can get myself off anyway what’s the point?

so i reach down to touch myself and… can’t. i finally realise why you didn’t bother to put the cage on. you’ve made me so enormously fat that i cant even touch myself.

been a minute

Still here, still tryna get immobile lol. Gaining has slowed but haven’t lost any weight at least; still looking soft and squeezable (and fuckable if ya nasty). Grow me more. Make me huge.