I think one of my favorite posts of yours was when you described having a stoned stuffing with your feeder and accidentally burping in front of them.
I'd like to think you even surprise yourself with how loud the burp feels when you're all soft and gooey from your high.
You've slowly been sinking deeper and deeper into your couch, your feeder's hands gently touching every bulge and soothing every ache in your slowly-tightening belly. They lovingly squeeze your rolls, take your firm upper belly in their hands to feel for themselves how full you are, but whisper that good girls like you can eat even more. They wobble your doughy lower belly, letting you giggle and gorge, your pen alternating with bites of fattening food against your lips. The fullness sneaks up on you, before you fully realize it, you're stuffed to the brim and panting.
Maybe you tell them you're getting so fat, just so they can reassure you that you're the perfect size; that you could gain a few more pounds and you'd still just be chubby and cute. You feel so big, your body high making you feel all wobbly and bloated, but they're so sweet and loving with you that you keep eating. Their hands coaxing more and more food into you until there's no room left and the burp wobbles its way out, your happy, high grin plastered on your chubby face as you look up and see they're still so pleased with you.
They tell you what a good girl you are for making more room to eat. Now that you've ripped the seal of burping once, they work their hands over every tight spot of your plump belly, pushing and easing burp after burp out as you get more and more stoned and stuffed. They put the TV on for you as you whimper beneath your own bloated belly, patting it affectionately as they give you another hit and tell you they'll be back with dinner soon. They don't have to tell you not to move since you're too full and lazy to get up anyways. Good girls stay firmly beached on the couch, right? <3
All the trust and affection and vulnerability unlocked by that one big burp. All the care and dependence you'd hand over to your feeder soooo easily if they praise and pamper and pleasure and plump you up. Your clothes riding up more and more, your cute, overflowing belly on display so you can wobble it and whine to be fed even more.
I think you'd balloon into just the cutest, heaviest, laziest girl around if you managed to just let out one big burp at the right moment, like the good fat girl you're growing into~
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(not your very fav well-written anon, but another new follower who wants to stuff your inbox silly)
woah,, woah,,, woah,,,, ( ꩜///꩜;) this is sooo. woah. yesyesyes i want. gimme gimme :( my partner encouraging it all because it means i’m really giving myself over to my weight and losing any semblance of shyness about being so heavy is so <3 thank you very much bee anon >__<










