#bhm/ffa story

[kodeeffa]

Calorie by Calorie

You spent the last few years gorging away, laying about, out growing everything. When we met you were by societal standards a bit on the chubby end. However, you realized quickly by mine that I felt you to look a bit malnourished. It wasn’t long before that no longer seemed evident. At first you were a bit hesitant to stay home, unemployed, and encouraged to eat what you felt was a “weeks worth of groceries in a day” but it wasn’t long before that became normal life for you. You, even to my shock, settled into hogdom quite rapidly. As time went on it took more and more food to fill you up to the point that it seemed as though that was impossible. We spent countless nights funneling the highest caloric concoctions I could come up with into that expanding waistline of yours until one night the bed-frame snapped in two under your weight as you shifted up to meet the funnel with your lips. Of course we didn’t interrupt the nightly ritual because of a little incident. Infact, I made sure to bring you a bonus meal as I lifted your swollen gut up and provided some extra motivation. We’re not sure when you lost all mobility, let alone the ability to sit up on your own, but we think it was maybe ~100lbs ago. Last we knew you were 643lbs. That was the last time you managed to fit out the doorframe of the pigpen of a room you have. Now we can only guess you’re somewhere in the 700s. It doesn’t matter though. All I know is there isn’t enough of you. There will never be enough of you. You and I both know how this will end, but it doesn’t change anything. Your life is destined to be an ever-growing blob for my pleasure and I’m your teasing, seductive, twisted little feeder pushing you along calorie by calorie.

[ssbbwxutjja]

I can't stop thinking about you, about that big, fat belly of yours spilling over the steering wheel and jiggling with every mile we drive. Watching you shift gears, feeling the truck rumble beneath us—it gets me so worked up, imagining how much bigger you could be, how much softer, heavier, greedier. Every night in the sleeper, I touch myself to the thought of you, picturing you stuffed full, your belly round and tight from everything I'd feed you. I want to be the one who keeps you growing, keeps you satisfied in every way. Feeding you, teasing you, worshipping every inch of your blubbery body while we burn through endless miles together. I want you to be my big, fat boyfriend—the soft, overfed trucker I’ve always dreamed about.

[biggieandsweets]

Have you two ever played around with intox, such as beer bloating or intox feeding?

Haha, does it count that we go out dancing all night and then get a concerning amount of Taco Bell at 3am? 🌮

We actually don’t drink much to be honest unless we’re going all out with friends or just us two. (Bigs isn’t a big drinker since it takes sooo much to get him buzzed)

[superchubsoon]

you know this the smallest you’ll ever be right? Between the additives in the fast food you’re gorging yourself on, the addictive feeling of your gut, thighs and ass swelling around you - you’ve trapped yourself to be a cautionary tale of when a kink takes over

And all in less than a year

Love it when you guys write my own✨ smut✨for me