confession:
my bff is accidentally feeding (pun intended) into my feederism kink???
she's been confiding in me about her weight gain recently and how she needs to trim down. she thinks that because when she was in high school, she was skinny, and later grew nice tits. that was before she added "a fat ass made out of taco bell nacho cheese in college," and god, she's right. as she gains more weight, her body fills into a beautifully plump hourglass. she knows it, too, of course, because she started wearing tighter clothes to accentuate her skimpy figure. I don't think she ever bought new clothes to accommodate her new girth, and it's only now becoming a problem.
the hard part is, we're at a point now where she says, "ugh, I'm so fat," and then turns around and suggests we doordash food. we'll even get delivery multiple times the same night with no shame! she always has a specific craving, too, like she's constantly thinking about the next thing she can eat. I can't say it's totally her fault, though. we do love to settle in on the couch, turn on the TV, smoke/yap, and eat.
something I have noticed is that we're both competitive. it's not unusual to see us passing a bowl back and forth, playing chicken to see who taps out first. it's so cute when i give in first so I can see her forget to hide her gloating because of how visibility fried she is. it feels like after a certain point I have to step in to stop her because she doesn't believe in her own limits. she just wants to be the best.
she told me about how she loves to eat when she's high because it's a superior experience. the textures melding over her body, the flavors dancing on her tongue, and the bottomless void that is her stomach. if you watched her eat, you'd know it was true. from the basically verbal edging she does to me as we wait very impatiently for 20 minutes for food to be delivered. asking, "is it almost here? what's the eta? do you think it'll be here soon?" the entire time. then it gets here, and she usually wastes no time getting into it. eyes closed, mouth open, and she describes every sensation she's having. it's very 🥴 for me.
she has, on multiple occasions, stuffed herself to pain, only stopped by our lack of food. but what if that didn't stop her? what if I indulged her, let her push herself further and further? what if she trusted me to show her the potential she has?