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*The squirming bulge continued to resist with every sway of his hefty gut while he washed. Inside the digestive organ, the hefty prey was being assaulted with extra heat from the water running over the already red hot stomach. Her struggling pausing as pressed lewdly into the glass door.
As his gut emerged from the shower, the heavy meal struggling, it was clear just how easy this all was for him, the swaying and sloshing gut filled pretty well with stomach juices already.
āMy name isnāt pork chop! Iām a person not food! My name is fucking Jun-ā
*The complaining food was muffled under the oppressive sound of such a belch. The bulge now clearly a bit more cramped without the air that just escaped past his lips.
The poor prey now had no choice but to find out his post-dinner nap routine as her body swayed with every step pushing his gut side to side before we was soon in bed with him.*
*Unfortunately for Porkchop, said routine mainly consisted of play. Even just walking to my room was full of an exaggerated waddle and the occasional bucking of my hips, just so I could feel the weight and sheer girth of my gut. When I get to my room, I initially lay down on top of my gut, the whole thing sloshing like a waterbed as I briefly try to balance myself on it. Fun, if goofy, way to see just how full I am.*
āYou made me-URRRRRP! Oof, sorry. You made me massive, Porkchop.ā
*I say, sounding genuinely appreciative. Though youād think if I was, Iād remember my preyās name, but hey. It happens.*
*Another belch escapes my lips as I roll onto my bed, kept low since I wasnāt climbing anything with giant hairy belly hanging off me. Said belly wobbles as it juts straight up like a mountain. A loud mountain full of deep, liquid groans and gurgles as it got to work processing the sheer mass of meat Iāve stuffed inside itā¦*
-urp-
if Iām not careful, I will eventually outgrow this chair (oh no whatever shall I doš)
Iām still hungry, someone feed me snacks while I play a game please
*hiccups* my belly isn't fat enough (spoken thru sobs)
Bear witness
I get why why people are into mindlessness when it comes to feedism, but what about total lucidity? Like yeah it's hot to see someone gorge on a worrying amount of calories without thinking twice but what about them being painfully aware of what they're doing to themselves. And what if that scares them, that they can't stop. When the fantasy no longer dissolves in the afterglow of a furious goon sesh. When the weight sticks. And lingers. And clings to your body.
"Why are you picking up the fork again? You said at 450 you'd stop."
Tears well up in your eyes. You weren't supposed to let it get this far. Yet you've conditioned yourself to not only want this, but need it at the level of base desire. You flinch a little as I pull up another chair (you looked a little uncomfortable sitting on just two chairs). The tears fall faster. The warmth in your crotch turns to a burning ache as I slide the third chair under your massive rear.
A sniffle. More tears. Your thighs tremble. You know what's coming next.
"It's okay. This is who you are now~"
The thud of the second pot of pasta shakes the table a little. There's a growing dampness on every part of you. Your flushed cheeks are painted with even more tears. Your mouth involuntary waters itself for the second round. Your body sweats with anticipation.
I show you a picture of you from only a year ago.
The wetness between your legs turns to a flood and you swear you might've just came.
You start to sob.
"Go ahead big girl, dig in"
You begin to devour the creme and cheese filled pasta. You look up at me with pleading eyes between bites, hoping I'll offer to help you cum in a way that doesn't involve shoveling thousands of calories into the massively fat and swollen belly that takes up your entire lap.
I smile knowingly and pat the top of your gut, "that's a good girl, finish it all and then we can waddle you to the bed room for dessert"
You know what dessert in bed entails (being stuffed from both ends), and you absolutely need it, even if it means being stuffed so full you can barely move by the end. So you begin to shovel in pasta even faster, and sob even harder at your own desperation. You feel huge and extremely full, this is your 4th pot of pasta, and each pot could easily feed 3 or 4 people. The feeling of you belly being stretched larger with each bite only makes you wetter.
You finally finish, and I smile. With one hand on your massive gut, and the other on one of your massive ass cheeks, gauging how big you are, I whisper in your ear, "good work big girl, I'm guess you're going to need some help getting to your feet, but when you do, there's a cake waiting for you in bed. I think its time you accept that you're headed for a quarter ton and beyond"
"oh God, 500lbs..." you moan... and then begin to sob again. You know I'm right.
Fit to Fat
I love fit to fat. Genuinely my favorite. Watching a disciplined man change and transform into a fat pig and have everyoneās perception about you change as you get fatter and your clothes tighter. Used to go to the gym often, eat healthy, and have a physique many would die for, but threw it all away bc you got a little too comfy. Eating what you like and getting lazy. Enjoying the feeling of a stuffed belly and even a more than stuffed belly. You canāt stop yourself now. It feels too good being a fat slob. Non stop burping, belly tight and bloated, but still jiggles with every step. Forever getting bigger and fatter. A body filled with lard all throughout. Canāt even remember what it felt like to be fit and thin. Step into a gym now and youāll be a fat mess. Struggling and out breath. Youāll go on the treadmill for 5 minutes and already want to get off. Jiggling with every light jog, loud thuds with each step, shirt riding up your fat belly, sweating profusely and gasping for air. All because you canāt stop eating and stuffing your face. After that āworkoutā your belly will be rumbling and youāll be thinking about what to gorge on after you leave the gym. Probably something greasy and fatty so you can be like yourself again, a fat hog.
I think boys should be kept well fed it is vital that they never go hungry and their bellies are always full and that they get plenty of rubs and kisses and extra snacks whenever they start to feel peckish again even though they are so so full and sleepy and they whine with each time they swallow and and and
and when they start noticing that their pants fit tighter and that their shirts hug their belly sooo well now and that they went up a belt notch or two and their questions get drowned by another treat in their mouth and instead of protesting they just mindlessly take it because owhy of course, they want to be good for you, and you want nothing more for them than to be fed and happy, and
Concept: vampires that can stomach human food, but since their bodies can't process them properly anymore, it all turns into fat, completely bypassing the "maintenance calories" and going directly to their guts
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belly full of feeder.
Theyāre always surprised and how much the stuffed gut can take, both filling it and punching it.
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...*urp* ...heh, was that it? Thought a couple punches would free your boyfriend? If you want to see him so badly, I have a much tastier idea...
Thinking about a weight transfer scenario where a group of chubby girls hand feed me some type of magic cake that transfers all of their their excess fat onto me with every bite and by the time itās all eaten Iām easily 300-400lbs fatter and all of them brag about having their ādream bodiesā while the chair creaks under my weight.
Iāve spent hours on this couch filling my belly, hopefully itās obvious š¤š
in my belly after the buffet: an entire XL pizza, loaded parmesan fries, garlic bites, mac and cheese bites, a pint of beer, 3 cans of soda and some nutella ice cream !!!!! my biggest public 'stuffing' ever and i am looking embarrassingly fat <3