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I want you to sit behind me and reach around and rub my belly while I eat and you can whisper in my ear about how fat I’m getting 😏

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something very very cute about when somebody is eating well and gains enough weight that when you slide your fingers along the waistband of their boxers or panties, you’re met with a bit of difficulty and resistance due to the new lil layer of plushness stretching the elastic a little further than usual. something very very precious about how nicely underwear frames a bit of extra chub <3

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Speaking of cakes! I think that Feedees/Gainers should get a whole cake to themselves when they hit a weight milestone with these number candles showing their weight! 😳

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In case you were wondering: it shows.

Your clothes being tighter.

Your appetite being larger.

You moving more sluggishly, developing a waddle.

Your growing obsession with food.

You being more nervous around others, clearly ashamed of how you're letting yourself go.

You being very horny, clearly because you're letting yourself go.

You buying any new clothes a size bigger so you don't outgrow them as quickly.

You're getting fat, it shows, and it's fucking hot.

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we both know you loved to have your tummy rubbed but I need you to beg for it. pull up your shirt while we're laying on the couch after dinner and push your tummy out at me, beg for my hands to rub and massage your full stuffed tummy so you can slip into the bliss of that food coma pulling at your eyes to sleep. we both know I love to rub your tummy too but I need you to beg for it.

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I just want a dominant fem to innocently sit me down at her table and guilt me into eating an absurd amount of breakfast because she's slaved away lovingly preparing it for me. When I finally have the balls refuse she just ties me to the chair, un buttons my shirt, jiggles my gut and sweetly tells me 'oh but you're looking so thin! You need these extra calories to fill you out a bit. Don't worry sweet heart, leave it to me...'

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> you're gonna make me bigger, aren't you?

> look at what I'm doing for you - at what you're doing to me

> go on, don't be shy, feed me, I know you'd like to

> there, put your hands here. can you feel how full I already am?

> if you want me to grow... you'll bring me more, right, dear?

> you're taking care of me so well

> if I keep eating like that, won't I get too heavy to sit on your lap?

> *a muffled burp, hiccup or a moan*

> oof, i need a break. rub my belly, please? maybe that'll help me find more room

> you're turned on? i don't know if I'll be able to move, when I'm done, if I'm being honest...

> are you proud of me? did I do well?

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I love that you’re starting to get a double chin 😏

I know you’ve been unsure about it lately, but i really like it. 

When your face was thin and defined you always tried so hard to make a perfect pose to exaggerate your features. Trying too hard to fit in with the fake instagram beauty standards. 

You just look happier with your double chin. You look like you’ve loosened up. Let your hair down. You smile more naturally now. You look nicer. More approachable. You look fat.

I love knowing that i’ve hand-fed you the donuts that have caused that greedy double chin to form. I grew it. I gave you that double chin. And now everyone can see that you’ve gotten fat. 

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I love when I sit down and my belly lurches out a little in front of me. I haven’t weighed myself but I think I’ve put on a little winter weight/relationship weight this month. Ir feels like there’s a little bit of an extra swell to my thighs and tummy that I’ve been noticing this week. I can feel some resistance in my tightest jeans, pinching and pressing a little, reminding me that I’ve indulged in bigger portions and extra treats and haven’t been as committed to getting my steps in.

I wonder if anyone notices, I wonder if my lover will notice and will like it. I know they have said they find is sexy and love touching it and it’s always soft and squishy, so they must like something about that — but I haven’t told them of my proclivities yet.

I think I’m 10-15 (maybe 20) lbs away from my stomach starting to really starting to round out without arching my back or pushing at all.

I want to feel it when I bend at my waist, a doughy bulge, distended,with a bit of heft, a gluttonous obstruction. I want my growing overfed belly, increasingly lush and stately and to be undeniable.

not just a subtle plumpness lurking under my clothes but a real belly, a gut even.

I want people to notice my growing paunch, catch them staring.

I want people to occasionally wonder if I’m pregnant or just have a vast and fulfilled appetite. Especially when I lean back and give it a little pat. How many pounds until my belly sticks out further than my breasts, rests on my thighs or even pushes them apart? How many pounds until my shirts start riding up? How many pounds till I really look fat?

I love seeing people on here whose bellies start as little almost flat doughy pouches, like mine at its smallest and through sheer and commitment to filling themselves, get so big and mountainous that their bodies are almost totally unrecognizable. …Though I also love the fantasy of getting there because of total surrender to one’s appetites , quitting fighting the inevitable and just letting yourself get fat.

I do want to be teased because I’m already starting to at least a couple handfuls of dough in my middle and a cookie with my coffee at breakfast certainly isn’t helping

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Part of a wg story I found in my drafts:

· · ─────── · 🐷 · ─────── · ·

"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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Why don't we talk more about when you're in a car and you're driving down a bumpy road and it makes you realize how much weight you've gained? The way your body jiggles and you look down and your belly is quivering in your lap. You can feel how fat you're getting...and it's so hot.

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gamers make for the perfect feedees because you can keep refilling their snacks while they are busy playing. can you imagine how many bags of junk food they would accidentally eat in a day? how many cans of soda they would finish because they keep reaching for more?

getting them so used to always having something in arms reach that they dont even notice themselves stretching out their arm to get more?

making them forget what it’s like to ever feel hungry, pleasuring them whenever they are comfortably full so they start associating the two. pushing their capacity more each day & not giving them any relief until you feel their belly bulging, constantly bloated

getting them so used to it that they get hard whenever they feel themselves getting full, knowing that the more they eat the sooner pleasure will come

god… it wouldnt even take long for them to outgrow their wardrobe, wearing sweatpants that stopped fitting 10 pounds ago and leave red marks all over their stomach ~

i cant wait for you to feel your fat gut resting on your lap once im done with you<3

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if u dont get fat or make ur girlfriend fat when you move in together are u really lesbians ?

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people wanting to fatten up + take care of their butches makes me wanna cry !!

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i can’t stop thinking about the phrase “fattening up”. its the only thing on my mind rn. touching someone’s belly and telling them that they are fattening up nicely. serving someone another plate of their fav food and them saying “wow, are you trying to fatten me up?” grabbing a roll of fat and telling them that they are plumping up right before your eyes 😍😍