testedthewaters

[testedthewaters]

Part of a wg story I found in my drafts:

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"If you'll let me, I'll make sure you never stop feeling like this," you whisper, suddenly tender, kneeling on the couch next to me, halfway to straddling.

"Like what?" I ask, voice rough with want as I look down. I've never been able to eat myself this big on my own. I've never even seen myself this big. My cheeks burn as I carefully feel the heavy sides of my new gut.

"On fire," you whisper, watching me explore what you've done to me. "Every nerve lit up.

"You're great, and this is..." My head falls back in pleasure against the back of the couch, hands pressed to either side of the belly that doesn't feel like mine. Heavy and full. So, so big. "..this is incredible. But if we keep doing this, I'm going to..." I bite my lip. The thought is hot. Too hot. Way way too hot, too dangerous. I can't let myself get swept away in it. "This was supposed to be a one-time thing," I protest half-heartedly.

"I know." You nod, sweetly massaging a roll, and I gasp, face crumpling in ecstasy. "And it can be... if you want it to." "No." The word comes out to my dismay, but I can't keep it in. This can't be the only time we do this. The thought of it slipping through my fingers makes my voice urgent. "No, please. Just... a little more."

"Okay," you coo, kissing down my cheek, my slightly soft jaw. "But you know that if you keep seeing me, you're going to get fat, right?" Your breath is so hot on my ear, and you nip at my earlobe. "You're going to get very... very fat."

My head spins. My belly throbs. I can't breathe. "...yes."

"Are you ready for that?"

I swallow, and decide to answer honestly. "I don't think so."

"But...?"

"But I don't care." The desperate need in my rough whisper alarms even me.

You lean forward and kiss my nose. We're so close, I can feel the heat of your body radiating into mine. "Thank you for being honest," you whisper, and your hand moves excruciatingly slowly from gently rubbing a roll, around to settle on the straining front of my belly, and you place your palm flat, slowly beginning to rub circles. "You don't have to worry. I'm taking care of you now. I'll make you nice and fat, and if you get embarrassed, I'll make you feel good. Okay?”

“Okay.” I gasp, arching up what little I can into your hand.

“And if you get nervous - about how fast you’re changing, or any of it - I’ll just push a nice treat past those lips and you’ll remember you’re my docile little fat pet. Won’t you?”

“Yes.” "We'll get you a nice heavy belly," you promise, sliding the rest of the way onto my lap, sharing it with the gut you've already started to put on me, and drag over the bag of chocolates. "Don't you worry."

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If I find myself dating a feeder again, I want to put tape over the screen on my smart scale and log her into the Bluetooth app before removing it from my own phone. This way only she gets to see when my weight goes up and down and only she gets to decide when I can see it.

The only indication I get that I’ve been gaining weight or losing it, is the expression on her face and she’s looking at the app as a step onto the scale- she could be bluffing for all I know. I won’t find out until she decides to show me and by then I’ll probably gain way more than I thought I was going to or did.

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I may have binged until I struggled to sit up and fit in my shirt today, but I guess thats what two pasta bowls, a loaf and a half of buttered garlic bread, and about 3 or 4 sodas will do to you, but it was worth it. Now I've surely got this worked out of my system and I can buckle down and get back in shape. Definitely wont crumble at the slightest provocation or teasing from a dominant feeder, no way.

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Really wish I had someone to witness and tease my private fattiest moments. Imagine this: it's 2:30am and you see my phone light come on. Bleary eyed and puzzled, you roll over and ask whats up? Even in the dark you can tell Im getting red faced with embarrassment at being caught in the act, and I respond only with "McDonalds is still open..." as I hit send on what was supposed to be a sneaky late night shameful stuffing.

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I was an athelete, what have I done to myself? Im addicted to uber eats and lazing around on my fat ass now...

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I love the idea of a feeder gaslighting me.

Feeding me, packing the cupboards full of snacks, keeping me turned on and teasing me so I'm tempted to binge, doing everything they can to make sure I don't stop getting fatter.

Then blaming me for what I've done to myself. Telling me how I clearly had no control and it's my fault I've gotten so soft and blubbery.

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The renn faire is a goofy good time

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Something about being on the road makes excessive fast food a totally viable option for every meal. Though, I've been finding an excuse to do that at home too. Only thing that could make it better would be having a cutie in the passenger seat feeding it to me...

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This was about 90lbs ago for reference

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Obviously a feedism relationship based on trust, clear goals, and mutual boundaries is the ideal golden scenario. Buuuut, why can't I stop thinking about a feeder forcing and tricking me to gain as much as she likes because she knows I'm easy to manipulate and winds up making me so fat I get scared? Do I need help?

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Its heating up in the PNW and my summer wardrobe is a little more limited than I thought. I just hope stretchmarks are in season.

why is my shadow highlighting my moobs this hard 🫠

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Okay, but...ex jocks who used to have abs and now can't even suck their huge wobbling bellies in. 🔥

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Nothing reminds you how fat you've gotten like putting together ikea furniture. Suddenly realizing theres no more room with this gut to lean forward and grab a tiny wooden dowel really drives home those big changes. Plus, trying and failing to hide how sweaty and out of breath I got during the process is another pretty hot reminder. Makes you feel big, cumbersome, and hungry

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The ideal situation

knockers

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You'd think after crossing the 300 mark I'd stop being surprised with how poorly my clothes fit me.

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your local cafe is just around the corner, so you decide that walking a block will be sufficient exercise for your day as a remote worker. to replenish yourself from your measly 1000 steps, you order sugary coffees every time. extra whip on top, of course. your favorite barista notices. they notice how your hand always gravitates towards your thickening middle and slowly rubs at the chubby flesh there while your order. they've taken to adding heavy cream in to every drink. they watch as your growth takes on a sudden exponential speed. you're tugging at the bottom of your shirts, your stomach exposed and flopping out at the bottom. you're embarrassed but aroused. you compensate by doubling the pumps of caramel in your drink. you top it off with cream. you're such a slut for weight gain and you're fattening up like it's your second job. how long until the barista starts adding rapid weight gain powder into your drinks?

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This is what happens when you dip your toes into being a feedee

I meant to try gaining 10~15lbs as an experiment, and now here I am 106lbs later. Whoops!