god you’re so fat [flirtatious] [affectionate]
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god you’re so fat [flirtatious] [affectionate]
If I was your feeder, I'd clean your blender for you every night.
Scrub the mountain of dishes in the sink. Recycle all the 2L bottles and pizza boxed littered around the table. Put your sauce-stained tops in the wash. Have alka-seltzer and ginger ale ready for your grumbly tummy. And then cradle your belly as you shuffle to bed. You wouldn't leave any leftovers, so there's one less chore. You really do make life so easy. If our neighbors noticed the pile of trash bags outside, they'd think we just threw a party. In a way, I did. just for you <3
Overfeeding her so regularly that her tummy forces her legs to spread further and further apart each day. Her soft fat gut hanging so low it touches the couch she’s sat on.
Having her so spoilt and helpless that you need to buy her a little shower chair to sit on while you wash her fat rolls.
Teasing her and making her shy at how each day she feels heavier when she sits on ur lap.
Slowly conditioning her into having more than regular portion sizes, enabling her greedy habits and rewarding her for being a good girl.
Brushing your thumb over her cheek and gently telling her just how obese you’re going to make her.
Thinking about a streamer or a youtuber who reviews snacks getting contacted for an amazing brand deal - so amazing they don't bother to read the fine print.
The paycheck is huge - and so is the box of snacks when it arrives. They're branded as 'power bars', delicious calorie dense blocks in sweet, rich dessert flavours. Designed to be enjoyed at your desk while you focus on editing it gaming or anything else. Perfect.
The streamer opens the box live, shows off all the flavours, samples each one. A salted caramel cheesecake bar is particularly delicious, as is a nutty chocolate brownie. Their favourite, as they tell the audience, is a lemon meringue pie bar that tastes exactly like the real thing.
The streamer starts wrapping up, when a ping from their manager pops up on screen asking what they're doing. Didn't they read the contract?
The streamer hastily pulls up the pdf and scans the terms of the agreement. Their stomach sinks when they realise. To get paid, they don't just need to try each flavour, they need to eat the entire box, to prove to the audience how irresistibly delicious each bar is.
Not only will they not get paid if they don't, there's a huge fine for breach of contract. Theyve got no choice but to keep going.
The streamer tries to play it off, to not show that they've lost control of the stream. They keep peeling back wrappers and pushing bars into the mouth, joking between mouthfuls about how they're just too good to stop.
And the truth is, the bars are too good. The more the streamer eats, the easier it feels to grab another bar and rip it open, despite the growing pressure in their belly.
Each bar sits in their stomach like the dessert that inspired it, but the process of grab, peel, push into their slackened, unresisting mouth feels soothing, hypnotic.
As they reach the end of the box they're barely talking, just breathing heavily under the weight of the dense mass of food they're slowly digesting, pushing them back into their gaming chair and pinning them down.
Their chat are having a great time, teasing their icon for how easily they've lost control, how many thousands of calories they've eaten. The streamer doesn't care. When they finally finish the box, their fingers scratching against the empty cardboard for one bar they might just have missed, they give out a little moan of displeasure.
They lean forward towards their keyboard, but can't quite reach over the dome of their stretched gut. They slump back, exhausted by the effort. Well, as soon as they can reach they'll be drafting an email to the power bar company to request a new contract - and set up a regular delivery.
It's summertime. Fuck your favorite fatty and give them ice cream. Preferably at the same time.
I neeeeed someone to force me to be high 24/7 and eat constantly so that I expand into a stoned, slobby blob 💖💖💖
Need need need to come home after a stressful day to my sleepy feedee sunk into our plush sofa, and fall ontop of them.
Loose myself in touching them, grabbing and kneeding their round heavy belly, biting and sucking at their chest and shoulders to leave the long day behind.
Feeling their warm, heavy hands exploring my back and sides, holding me close as I settle into them, content to rest there until I feel their stomach growling under me, the only thing able to tear me away from their soft body being the need to keep them well fed and happy.
Stuffing is really hot… but theres something just so greedy about someone just grazing on snacks all day. Not so they ever get stretched— but so their gut is constantly contempt. They’re never healthy snacks either. Always chocolate, cookies, donuts… maybe a slice of cake even!
Of course stuff like that is just as calorie heavy if not more so than a singular stuffing. And if you’re snacking constantly, you’re probably someone who sits on their ass all day with no purpose but to grow~ Maybe you found a video but need snacks to watch it. Perhaps you’re a cinema junkie who always takes snacks. What if the gab between lunch and dinner if too long? Just a snack or two… It always starts that way.
So go on, grab a snack~