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a little over one hour until I can go get donuts

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It takes a mens 10x shirt for me to have that "stole my boyfriend's shirt" look

Guess you better eat up ;)

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Oh boy, a new day to obsess over my own obesity ✨

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I wanna take you on a tour of drive thrus. Buying you a meal at each one. Trying my best to time it so we are getting into a new line just as you finish your food from the last place. Each bump in the road jostling a moan or burp from you and your overfull belly. The sounds of you greedily shoving the food into your mouth filling the car. So full by the time we are done, I need to help you heave yourself out of the car and help you waddle into the house.

Maybe we can make this a weekly game, each week we try to see if you can make it to one more restaurant. As your relentless stuffing balloons your capacity. New strechmarks streaking your belly as it creeps closer to the dashboard everytime we play. At least until you've gotten too fat to squeeze your piggy ass into my car.

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✨rather than DM me i’d prefer my most disgusting followers to send anon asks describing how they felt after getting off to one of my pics/vids 😇

we all need to enjoy your shame x

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No Nut November in feedism is so silly to me

You can't touch so you result to stuffing and gorging yourself as a vice but that only makes you more horny and makes it harder to reach...

So by the end of the month (if you aren't such a desperate fat slut and give in-) you try to reward yourself and you struggle so hard to reach it!

You did all that to satiate yourself. You were such a good piggy and made sure you didn't give in... and now look, a pathetic squirming mess that can't reach due to their pure greed💕🤭

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eating a normal amount of pasta 🥰

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Cheesecake shake, 1,600 calories in 10 seconds.

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Time for your nightly Bier stick

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Why do I want my tits so full and plump that guys mouths will water when they see them? Like I want you to look at and just want to latch on and get a taste of the thick cream my body is churning up!!!

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Why do I want my tits so full and plump that guys mouths will water when they see them? Like I want you to look at and just want to latch on and get a taste of the thick cream my body is churning up!!!

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A Disappointing Failure

A black wall clock hangs above your bed, numbers counting down from 60 seconds.

59...

Liquid flushes into your mouth. Pressure fills your throat as vanilla yellow cream coats your mouth with sweet rich fatty cream.

55...

Your stomach rocks as several ounces per second of gainer shake is pumped into you.

45...

You are full. Achingly full. Abdominal muscles start to warm and mildly ache. Not even half way done. You close your eyes.

30...

The clock stares back, only 15 seconds! All you can hear is the feeding pump rotating, the sound of your heart beat quickening, and how hoggish you sound.

28...

The cream is being pulled so fast air is being forced out of your gut as every possible millimeter is stretched and filled. Burps, grunts, quick hoggish oinks.

23...

It is so hard to think, it feels like it cannot fit another ounce. Your hands rub the upper third of your gut, the most you can reach without being stopped by your own weight.

15...

"You have to keep this all down tubby." My hands stroke the inch of your penis not buried in fat. Two fingers rubbing a button of tip. Throbbing, leaking nub that is making you shudder in pleasure.

14...

"I told you if you can't finish before you cum, you have to do this again tomorrow." It's the 30th time they have done this to you. Disappointing failure after failure. Each one making you fatter, weaker, less resilient. My voice provides a soothing background to the sound of your ruining. I count down.

"10..."

So close.

"9..."

Pain, red hot pain. Dark purple streaks cross your sides. Fresh itching scarlet lines quiver as the last dozen ounces are forced into you. Your skin is struggling to keep up with the inhuman amount being pumped into you.

"8..."

You can do it.

"7..."

"6..."

"5.."

Shrinking testicles shiver as you feel your body giving into your arousal.

"4..."

Blood flushes your face and cock. The tip plumps up just like your body is.

"3..."

Atrophing muscles strain under your weight. Sausage fingers grip the sheets.

"2..."

The room is spinning. You can barely see the number.

"1..."

Warm wet cum shots on to your fat pad.

"Ahhh, you almost made it. Too bad, we could have finally stopped."

I stand up, pick up your 8xl shirt and wipe my hands with it. Throwing it in the corner.

The tube sits in your mouth. Drips of cream dripping on to your tounge. Your body is inflated with cream.

"So close yet so far". Placing a hand gently in your stomach. Gliding over it as you whine and moan, the sound of your stomach creaking and screaming in digestion.

Fingers prod for a sensitive aching spot. A sharp quick push of finger into fat moves a gas pocket. Fuck! You can feel it moving slowly through 2 gallons of dense indulgent fatty shake. In seconds it is pressing into your throat.

Pressure parts your lips as a wet soft belch forces a dribble of shake to stream out of the corner of your mouth.

"What is this?" My finger wipes the dribble from your chins.

I push my finger into your mouth, tongue greedily sucking.

"I am disappointed in you. Let's try again tomorrow".

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Nothing like taking off clothes after a long day, am I right?

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watch me lose my mind a little about how much weight i've gained in the last month. or don't. i'm not the boss of you.

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If I come out of your closet, what are you doing?

(the bad quality is an aesthetic and totally not because my lens was blurry)

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He wasn’t sure he had ever been this full before.

The most he could muster were pained hiccups and quiet groans. He was desperately trying to rub some relief into his blown out gut. It felt hot to the touch, a testament to how much his body was working to process all the fat and junk he just obliterated himself with. His greed may have gotten out of control lately, but her desires were far more for him.

She stood there, wearing nothing but an apron, accentuating her ample curves, ruby red lips curled into a devilish smile. She held half a pie in one hand, and began rubbing his gut with the other. Just as he was sure he’d lose it, he sensually lifted to leg unto the couch, pressing it hard into his side as she leaned toward his sauce covered face. He let out a pained groan as a large belch escaped his lips, causing some relief. She placed the pie on his swollen belly, using both hands to jostle his fat to and fro. He was helpless to here treatment, as pain roiled through him, as uncontrolled burps helped cause some relief. With eyes half lidded he glance to her, feeling his cheek fat bunch up against his neck a bit as he did.

He caught himself staring into her eyes, eyes of reddish hazel, full of a burning desire to feed and fatten. He looked down to see her ample cleavage rest upon his own moob. She bit her lip as she leaned in closer.

“Awww poor piggy, is someone getting full?” There was slight mockery in her tone.

“You know I only made all of this because I know how greedy you’ve been lately, I can barely keep up with your gluttony baby,” she pinched his cheek playfully. She brought a forkful of pie to his lips, but he turned his head away, unable to imagine eating another bite.

She was truly enjoying her teasing, as he knew full well he had no choice anymore in how much he ate, he was weak to her. Her beauty, her curves, her demeanor, and her love. He was trapped in a dangerous cycle of gluttony, lust, and love, and he only hoped it would let up before he got too big. She positioned herself so that she could grind against his bigger love handle, moaning a bit as she sunk into him. He could feel how wet she was.

“You know baby, we can stop if you want, even though there is only half a pie left. We can stop now, I could let you rest, or… we can stuff this pie into your big gut here,” she poked his belly hard to prove a point. “And when you’re done being a good hog for me, I can reward you with some of this,” she undid the tie of her apron, toss it to the side so he could see all of her in her truest beauty. She brought the forkful to his lips again, “come on baby, don’t you want me,” she gave him her best puppy dog eyes, but he still saw the domineering seductress behind those eyes.

He closed his eyes, and defeatedly opened his mouth. He groaned in pain and defeat as he slowly chewed and swallowed, awaiting his next pained bite.

“See baby, I knew you were still hungry, you’ve been so insatiable lately, I can’t believe how fat you’ve let yourself get, maybe I can take you to the gym with me sometime. Let’s see if you could run like you used to.” He felt her grind harder into him, obviously loving the idea of him running, when he could barely waddle anymore.

As he took the last bite of pie, he focused all his will to chew and swallow. He needed her, no matter the consequences, he was as addicted to her as he was the food he gorged himself with.

“See babe, wasn’t that easy? I’ve seen you eat several pies at once, and you were gonna let one little pie bring you down?” She smirked. She forgot to mention the absolute feast he had to go through first before she brought out dessert. He was in pain, half conscious, and sweating, scared to even hiccup or burp for fear he may actually burst. It was tough but he did it, and he wanted her to help him get off, it had been so long. He concentrated, eyes closed, on trying to not move too much or breathe too deep. He was so focused he didn’t even hear her leave. He was brought out of his daze by a cold chill suddenly landing on his gut. When he opened his eyes he saw a half gallon of one of her famous “protein shakes”. He knew they were calorie bombs, he could taste the cream and butter in them. He looked at her pleadingly, too full to talk. He bit her lip.

“I saw you were sweating baby, you looked thirsty. I want you hydrated and ready for the night we’re gonna have, so drink all this up, and we’ll go to bed. I wanna show you how appreciative I am for eating all the loving food I made for you.”

He couldn’t protest as the just was brought to his lips. She began to slowly tilt it up, forcing him to chug, as sake began to spill around his mouth and down the cascade of folds that were his chins and moobs. She began to rub his gut, “that’s it baby, drink it all up. You need your protein if you gonna go to the gym with me.”

Her mocking tone only made him harder. He loved how much he feared her, feared just how big she would ultimately make him. In the fear was true love though, and he wanted to see her happy. With renewed vigor he began to take more determined swigs of the shake.

“That’s it,” she cooed, “good pig.”

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I feel like it's not talked about enough how feedees look SO FUCKING ATTRACTIVE when they're feeding themselves.

The way they excitedly grab for the next bite or forkful, gleefully raising it to their lips. That little expression of desire. The gaze of longing in the eyes. It turns me on so much. I literally feel warm all over my body when I watch a feedee gorging themselves.

You know what I mean. You agree.