#belly text

[honeybelly]

I wonder what I’m going to look like 5 years from now. How fat and out of shape will I be? How many wardrobes will I outgrow? What will my diet look like?

Will I want to keep gaining weight?

I don’t think I have a choice on that matter. I’m wrecking my metabolism and allowing indulgence to run my life. When I want ice cream I’m getting ice cream, if I want donuts I’m getting a dozen, when I’m in the mood for fried chicken I’ll make some. I never deny myself and it’s not something I think I’ll be able to do again even if I wanted.. so though I don’t know the answers to the other questions I know I’ll keep getting fatter and fatter🧸✨

[borrageandporridge]

My little belly feels so round and soft right now

[yr-lady-fa]

plump little curve of belly pushing over a belt / waistband so unbelievably hot. and if the shirt's riding up a little bit. my god. anyone aware of this

[gain-stuff-eat]

i think it needs to be said

you are out of control

the amount of food you've been able to pack away has become outrageous

i rarely see you without a treat in your hand or your mouth full

have you even noticed that your clothes barely fit?

your belly is literally hanging out of your shirt. didn't that fit fine two weeks ago?

all day, you're wandering into kitchen or going to the door for another delivery. your steps are getting heavier, the floors creak - the furniture, too. don't think i haven't noticed how those meals keep getting larger, that they're making you bigger as it becomes easier for you to shovel them down in one sitting

i hear the moans and the whimpers you make. the indulgent groans. the satisfied sighs. the little overfull burps that slip out as you keep digging in. how you pat and slap your belly for more room. the panting and huffing, the sounds of struggle your beached form makes as you break from your mindless bingeing to get more food

we used to have leftovers and now it seems like the fridge is empty practically the moment it's restocked. should i mention all the times i've caught you in the middle of the night, lit by its open door in an ill-fitting sleep shirt, another top that i remember once being loose, as you've fondled your exposed stomach with one hand and couldn't stop eating with the other?

i really don't think you've noticed, or maybe you've stopped caring, that your clothes don't fit like they used to. with the way your pants button flew off when you sat down the other night and your gut pushed the zipper down, spilling into your lap. you barely looked embarrassed, more relieved than anything, maybe even a little turned on - and then you just reached over and grabbed more to eat

your gluttony, your hedonism, has clearly taken over. you just keep getting bigger and softer. wider. heavier. your don't even think about it anymore, as your hands wander to your belly and jiggle and play with it absently, finger occasionally drifting up your navel. i've noticed how breathless you become, how you start shifting as if it's not noticeable how worked up you get at the blatant fact you've made yourself so fat

you're obviously hopelessly addicted to what you've done to yourself. what you've become. looking at yourself in the mirror, proud of all your hard work of eating and sleeping and masturbating on repeat. it's impressive, your dedication to be change. to be nearly unrecognizable. fuller. larger.

you can't stop, can you?

[bellyaz]

I really want to watch a girl who’s secretly into feedism get high and gorge herself.

I want to see her slowly lose inhibitions as the drugs take over her brain and she becomes too horny to care that I’m there.

I want to see her go from eating one bite at a time to shoving food down her face and moaning while she does it.

I want to see her sneak and play with her gut while she thinks I’m not looking.

I want her to burp and laugh it off like each one doesn’t make both of us wetter.

I want her to pull her shirt over her gut every 5 minutes.

I want her to raid the fridge after her huge meal… and snack… and a sweet treat… and a little bit of my food.

I want her to ask me if we should order some more food, knowing she really shouldn’t.

I want to playfully tease her about how much she ate already and I want it to embarrass her. And I want that embarrassment to fuel her hunger and arousal.

I want her to order more anyway, knowing she’s gonna feel like shit for letting her body get to the point of not even being full after filling her gut with pounds of food.

I want to tell her to order me something too so she won’t feel as bad, knowing I won’t be eating it. Why would I want to ruin my body by eating two meals when she’ll end up eating it anyway?

I want her to go to the bathroom while she waits to admire her new growth and masturbate.

I want to interrupt her right before she’s done so she can get the food. She won’t like the interruption but at least she can stuff her fucking face, so that’ll shut her up.

I want her to look at the massive amount of food in the bags and get horny.

I want her to keep eating even when she’s full. She knows it’s too much but… she’s soaking. And she has me for an audience, so obviously she has to finish.

I want her pussy to pulse every time she chews.

I want her to pull her shirt up, just a little bit. Again, thinking I didn’t notice.

I want her to go back to the bathroom when she’s done and finish off what she started.

Then after all that, I’ll ask her what all that moaning was.

[sleepyfa]

i need to smoke with a lil fat stoner and feed them a family sized meal, then get them even more high and rub their belly as they whimper

[greenwitchfeeder]

Some people say “I love you” with words. I say it with an extra-large milkshake, a plate piled high, and a knowing look as I press another bite to your lips. Nothing makes me happier than knowing you’re full, satisfied, and growing for me.

[doublequaterpounder]

Getting fat and fatter on purpose is truly a top teir life experience. like full being in tune with you body, listening to every craving eating whenever you get hungry. making yourself full and fulfilled and just high feeling concept as your body grows as you listen to it

when i was fit and working out i was constantly ignoring my body and restricting it and trying to convince it to go out and over exert itself so it burns itself away but reclaiming that and enjoying the growth and feeding it what it’s wanted the whole time

true at peace lifestyle following exactly what it wants and i want to be fat and that’s very cool

[bailway]

Goals

Hello!! Sorry I have been very busy with wedding planning and earning extra money for the future. My fiancé has met his goal of 400 pounds about a month ago and he’s still growing! But with everything that has happened Recently he’s working with me.. so he’s not staying home full time anymore…

Thankfully I’m the boss of the company so I get him to do the least amount of physical labor. Instead he helps me with paperwork and computer work. So I can keep him nice and plump.

He’s struggling with his movement and now he can’t get up off the couch without needing help because he broke the couch.. I even caught him trying to put his socks on by himself , he got embarrassed and said he was trying to impress me by being able to dress himself… he’s so cute

He’s grown out of his 4XL shirts and now wears suspenders so he doesn’t always have struggle to pull his pants up. I love that I have grown him out of 3XL-4XL clothing and he’s still stuffing his face every chance he gets

I even had to buy a different scale because my old one maxed at 400 so I got a 500 pound one and he’s now 408ish. I loved putting the old scale away because he maxed it out.. felt so accomplished for reaching my goal for him.. now I’m waiting until I need to buy a 600 pound scale..

He’s been filling out nicely

[borrageandporridge]

I would love for my belly to touch my lap. Imagining having more round, soft lower-belly fat is so hot

[gain-stuff-eat]

that's it, give in

i want you bigger

i want to see how much you can eat, glut yourself, having so much you can barely move

so much that you surprise yourself

i want you insatiable, gorging and mindless, feeling how heavy you're becoming with every bite and swallow you cram in

i mean it, feel yourself

how fucking fat you are.

the way your belly curves and bends, the way your pudge gives beneath your chubby fingers. don't stop eating while you do this, keep stuffing yourself as you explore your body and what you're doing to it, to yourself, squeeze where you've grown, where you want to grow more

it's intoxicating, letting go, isn't it?

no longer holding yourself back from desire and pleasure, embracing softness and wobbling fat, edging and expanding your concept of fullness until it takes so much to satisfy you

making all those noises. can you hear yourself? the moaning, the panting, the pleased sighs, the grunting, the burps and the overfull groaning. greedy, needy sounds. all coming out shamelessly as you put more and more in

i want you to get fatter

be good, keep eating

until fullness and pleasure, just the thought of food, makes you wet and wanting and desperate

until you're spilling out of all your clothes. until they're ill-fitting, your navel indent obvious and deep. until pulling and tugging and readjusting is futile. your body barely contained by straining fabric and struggling buttons, your gaining undeniable with every riiiip and pop

i want to see the aftermath of your hedonism

you struggling to sit up. short breaths and satisfied exhales as you rub your overtaxed tummy. the only evidence of your gargantuan meal being empty containers and cleared plates. you, shocked at your uncontrollable appetite, that you ate all of this by yourself, that you're clearly so submissive to being filled and only slipping deeper into gluttony

barely able to process how turned on you are, pinned back in your seat, slapping and jiggling your fat as you get off to how tender and sensitive and fucking heavy you are

and after all that?

i want you to ask for dessert

[fatgamergirl13]

You’ve really gotten out of control haven’t you. First it was just a couple of lbs and then u kept needing a few more. It was never enough for you, more food and a bigger belly was what u craved. And then things got out of control. You couldn’t stop yourself but eat everything in sight. Hardly moving off your expanding ass cheeks, outgrowing every piece of clothing till you were stuffing yourself with your fat on display, wheezing as you waddling the few steps to the fridge to raid it once again. The constant stream of takeaways made you a regular with delivery drivers, seeing you bigger each time until they just left it at the door because it takes u too long to get up and get it. You made yourself this size and you can’t stop. Even if you tried to lose weight you know you’re a glutton at heart.

[fa-lover-forever]

It's really very simple: I decide what you eat, how much you eat, when (if ever) you get to stop.

You cannot be trusted to make these decisions yourself!

You let society fill your head about nonsense about "healthy" food when what you need is to eat sugar and fat constantly.

They told you you shouldn't eat a lot and you believed them. I will correct this mistake by ensuring that are are stuffed constantly and forever. This is the only way to ensure you are getting the nutrition you need.

You protest, worry that you're getting fat and huge. You are. This is how you are supposed to be. You are supposed to be massive. I will ensure you are.

This is for your own good

[greenwitchfeeder]

The extra weight you carry isn’t just soft and gorgeous—it’s proof of every night we’ve spent tangled up, every lazy morning breakfast in bed, every indulgence I’ve encouraged. Your body is a masterpiece, shaped by pleasure, and I adore it.

[doublequaterpounder]

There 👏 is 👏 nothing👏 shameful👏 about 👏being/getting👏 fat 👏

now go eat.

[mikey-feeder]

Tightness

Today’s feeder thought: tightness.

Let’s imagine we’ve ordered takeaway, the usual spread fit for a family of four. But, as usual, it’s all for you.

Let’s imagine you’ve been a really good feedee for me, and you’ve eaten it all. You’re surrounded by the destruction your appetite has left in its wake: empty boxes, wrappers, drink cups.

Now, you’re beached. The sheer quantity of food inside your belly pushes you back, lying on the bed. I place my hand on your belly, and it’s tight. Especially the upper part. It’s solid mass.

Usually, your belly jiggles. I can push, pull, run my hands all over you and through your folds. But now, you’re bloated, taut, full and tight.

Belly rubs turn into just the tips of my fingers grazing the skin stretched across your belly. You breathe light, shallow breaths, because anything deeper hurts. You can’t think or speak, only being able to lightly moan, because you’re too focussed on breathing through the tightness, focussed on your belly.

You were wearing a pair of loose joggers at the start of this meal. Their waistband is now stretched tight across your belly, pressing in against you now. For a few moments it’s painful whilst I help you take them off, but then a breath of relief as your belly is freed.

I whisper in your ear:

“You’ve done so well, I know it’s painful, but this is how you grow. This is how that beautiful belly will get bigger, how you’ll become fatter. You want that don’t you? Rest now, try to relax, and I’ll be back later with dessert.”

Inspired by a recent feeding experience. If you’d like this to be your reality, feedees, you know where to find me.