I have seen and read stories about cocks being buried in fat. Shallowed into a soft warm tunnel of lard. Inspired by a shy hog that did not want to be tagged. A transcript of the audio is below.
Content warning: Fat Shaming, fat degradation, feminization, power dynamics.
One of my favorite parts about fattening you up so far. Is the fact that you've let me do it. Without even needing to sexually please you. You've done it all yourself. I've never had to touch your dick suck you off. I've never even had to let you fuck me.
And you've let me grow you into a big blobby virgin. And now. Your dick? It's just a fucking clit. You have a slit where you used to have a thick, long, hard cock and balls. You now have a fucking slit? A leaky dripping slit. And I'm going to use that slit.
I get to fuck it because you've moved on from fat boy from Pig from hog. You're a sow is what you are. And you, my sweet, sweet, barely mobile virgin, are gonna get fucked in your slit, and if you're really lucky, I will let you come.
It's gonna make that little clit dribble. A little tiny leaking stream of cum. And that'll be how you lose your virginity. Having your feeder fuck your slit, having a real man pound your cock. How's that gonna feel? How's it going to feel and barely able to move?
I roll you onto your back. I lift your legs and gut out of the way. And I fuck pussy we've grown on you, and you can feel your tiny little nub get beaten into submission while you squeal and moan and pant. Just on your back sweating, moaning, red-faced, tired out from just lying on your back, like a sow.
Ahhh the feeder to feedee pipeline. It's a classic! If any more of us go down it, it could burst 🤭 Here's an audio where I talk to you about how that change must be feeling, and all the thrills that have opened up to you.
This is inspired by someone very special on tumblr who is experiencing that for themselves~ 😏
Script below the cut! 💖
It's honestly not too surprising, when you think about it. Your switch to the more indulgent side... Being a feeder comes so naturally to you.
The love of all things fat woven into everything you say, the wicked teasing, as well as the compassionate adoration. Your words, like honey, thick and sweet, as they drizzle through the brain. Paired with some gorgeous photos, you produced a siren spell, that captured so many people. Despite their best restraints, they ended up on your shores all the same - hungry, and eager.
Except, there's one person you never expected to capture. You.
You've never lied, in all your encouragements and teasing, you speak the truth in what you say. It *does* feel amazing to give in, and now you're not informing people of that experience, you're living it yourself. You wanted to know what it was like to live that truth. Eating what you love, when you love, in whatever way you love. And as you do, all your encouragement comes flooding back in your head, every time you give in to the other side of things.
You wonder about just how many times you've articulated to people that they'll be happier fatter, as you squeeze a not-too-old pair of gym shorts up your thighs and over your ass. You feel such a buzz, as the leg openings pinch you, and the tight elastic of the waistband makes your soft stomach swell out over the top. You're already taking up more space in the world. You feel happy.
You settle yourself down on your bed, sinking in to your mattress for a very relaxing evening, and think about your desire for hand-feeding someone else slices of pizza and beer. It flashes through your mind, as you yourself put an empty box and empty bottles to one side, giving your round belly a rub.
You lie back, and think about the time you expressed a want for a cute fatty to lick your spatula clean, as you currently polish off an entire batch of chocolate-chip cookies you baked earlier on.
It's been a very thrilling, and filling time for you, and the realisation settles in, as all the food in your stomach settles down. This is not a one-off thing. How could you leave it at just this? There are so many things you want to try, so many more things you once told others to try. If anything, with all that feeder knowledge, you're an expert on gluttony, on indulgence... and now, you can't wait to put it all into practice, on yourself.
Despite being full, your mind wanders to what you're going to eat tomorrow. As you drift away into a soft sleep, your hand idly, subconsciously caresses your belly.
A little bit of post-stuffing back and forth between a feedee (you) and their feeder. Can you really still be hungry? Shall I put that to the test? 😏😏😏
A delicious slice of feedism writing from @cheeseburgersinparadise who you should all be following right now!! This is but a taste of how wonderful she is 😘
The funnel has been getting more and more use, and your greedy little head has become somewhat addicted to it, hasn't it... ;))
It's been a hot minute since my last audio recording, but this was a wonderful one I had to do once I came across it, written by @purgatorylayby! Check out the original post below, and as always click the "#my audio" tag on my blog for my other readings 😘
It doesn't stop
You don't stop
You don't get to stop
You can't stop
You won't stop
Those are the words that flow through your head ever