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I love the idea of feedees who just get so plump and round they’re deceivingly pregnant, their stretched, full bellies put on full display with onlookers asking “when are you due”, offering a seat on public transport, or just extra special treatment. But then and their feeders both know that she’s just packed so tightly full of food every day that her belly has just become a plush ball of fat, how can she help but look pregnant? Extra bonus if she starts waddling, cradling her heavy, stuffed gut after eating large amounts to please her feeder.

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i will always be pro-abortion, pro-trans, pro-women, and anti any man who thinks he has a say in whatever a woman chooses to do with her body. if you don’t like that please fuck off

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So you're still thinking about whether you should give in to gluttony?

Do it. It feels amazing ~

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Stop thinking. You know it feels good. You know you crave more. Turn off that mind and stop worrying. Send horny messages to feeders, always edge for as long as you can handle, and give in to every single food craving you have. You want more. You need more. Go ahead and get fat.

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i’m back :)))) bigger than ever!

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wish i had friends in the sfv…..

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so drunk + high tonight that i’m just shoveling food and drinks into my mouth lol

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i'll keep you stoned all the time. wake and bake, medicated syrup in your pancake feast, tokes in between. a joint while you relax, snacking and getting ready for your lazy day. munching on chips. food ordered in while we tinker around the house. i pour weed butter on your plate (do you notice?). i eat half of mine, you eat all yours then continue snacking. you chug soda due to a strangely dry mouth. you take a bong rip and absentmindedly jiggle your belly while zoning out on the patio. you read a book for a while but struggle to focus. i lick my lips seeing your unfocused gaze while you lick your fingers. dinner right after a joint is a four course meal from a recipe book i got at the library. it had something to do with green infused foods...you're high as fuck, leaned back and rubbing your thighs slowly. thinking contentedly about your stuffed belly and hoping for dessert.

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I wanna make you so bloated and drunk that you couldn’t stop me from feeding you if you tried. You would be struggling underneath your full sloshy gut and letting out involuntary wet belches, dizzy from the room spinning. You would see me bring even more food over to you. I would start bringing it up to your lips. You would try to protest, but your words slur together so much that I just can’t understand you. So I ignore you, shushing you and telling you it’ll all be okay as I shove more greasy food into your mouth. When I continue, you try to reach out and push my arm away, but you’re so wasted that you weakly miss my arm entirely. I chuckle at your failed attempt to stop me. So hazy and uncoordinated.

Utterly defenseless.

Just how I like you.

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a beautiful story-telling series 😌

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How big do you think Zions 🍆 size is? Lmk in the comments and first one to guess correctly gets a private DM 😝

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I need to eat until I look pregnant, show off like a good food slut, and receive hours of belly rubs after.

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Buttery soft and made for squishing 💗

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i’ve been losing weight for a while for health reasons but since it’s near the holidays i’m eating so much more every day and i honestly forgot how good it feels to go to bed with an overstuffed belly :)

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Too much to hold in

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I wanna watch you struggle.

Struggle to swallow while I’m overfeeding you as your body tells you you’ve had more than enough food. Struggle to keep everything down as I make you drink from a funnel, not letting you stop until everything’s gone. Struggle to stand up after I’ve stuffed you full, fighting against all the heft I’ve added to your body. Struggle to put your clothes on as you outgrow everything, trying to jump and shift to pull your jeans over your fattening thighs and ass, sucking in like hell and sighing after failing to button them for the tenth time. Struggle to put your shoes on as your hugely fat belly gets in the way. Struggle keep up with me on a walk or catch your breath after climbing a flight of stairs. Struggle to get in and out of the car. Struggle to fit into booths at restaurants.

Struggle to deny how good it feels to gain so much weight. To let go. To let me take control. To indulge in your every craving and desire. To get so fucking fat that everyday tasks become an exhausting challenge for you.

I can’t help but get a kick out of it. God, look what I’ve done to you.