Gay Femme Failure

sorry kinna obsesee obese lol obsessed wit how my bellu

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Document my gains, my habits, my diet, my personality. A journal to each category, photo collages and scrap books of every little milestone we find important. Measure me and take note of my stretch marks.

Draw on me and outline where you think the next few pounds of fat are going to end up at. Pinch and prod my body at your expense and even mention how it feels, the texture of it. Talk my ears off while you make me stand there on full display for your discerning eye. Not once caring how tired I get or how out of breath I am from having to stand on my own for so long

Make notes of when I manage to eat a bite or two more. How over the course of months and years that instead of bites, it’s evolved into plates and full dishes extra just to feed me. Explain my diet to me while you keep me down on all fours with my face in my dog bowl, sitting on my back and forcing me to hold you up. Patting my side when I’ve done good.

Keeping track of what foods turn me on more and coming up with meal courses serving to show my arousal rise with each bite, climaxing to me panting and grinding into my chair at the end of the dinner. Force desserts into me for the sake of consistent experiments, each meal has to end the same way no matter how full I am.

When I was starting my feedee journey yearsssss ago I blissfully found out lard is the best fat for infusions and also gains. Not only is it dirt cheap but it just makes you appreciate dessert on a whole new level. I rmb I was supposed to make a tray of brownies for a girls night but ended up eating the whole tray cuz it just made everything more gooey, more tasty, more chewy, more fattening…….

Like being high brings a stuffing to a whole other level like not only was a carton of ice cream gone but it also makes you realize chocolate is very much a beverage.

I love how greedy & hedonistic it makes you like it’s not good enough you just finished 3000+ cal in one sitting like you also need to order a family meal to really treat ur belly.

It’s like your belly is an extension of you while it’s extending from you. You get lost if the goal is to see how much you can stretch, how much you can eat, or how much you can weigh after your done. Like it’s challenging ur belly that’s it’s questionable if it’s a punishment.

The best part is when ur greed is accommodated in your life like carrying weed oil to sprinkle over your dinner with your friends also accompanying the shots of tequila that are so strong but goes down into the abyss that is your belly

So much food it feels like you’re carrying a small ecosystem. I also love the more high you get the more numb and relax your body is that you just have more cocktails or some smokes because you know it will create more room.

I love how when creating room and you stretch marks are throbbing the chair starts squeaking and it’s almost like you have to see what will make it break.

Creating more room it doesn’t matter if you have to be constantly belching or farting or ask your friend/date/partner next to you to help rub your gut cuz you can’t reach it and also your way too focused shoving more food in your face

you don’t… you don’t want to finish eating this?

i have to… stop?

oh.

oh…

oh well…

i believed… sorry, those were my expectations.

of course you can do anything you want, darling, it’s just…

yeah, yeah, i’m fine. i swear, i’m perfectly fine.

so… i’ll have to… just trash the rest?

are you… are you completely sure you don’t want to finish it?

i mean, what a waste. the food? aah, yeah, i was totally talking about the food, ahah

oh, don’t worry about me, piggy.

no, i’m not making “that face”.

i just thought we were waaay past all of this ordeal.

you know how it works, don’t you?

i go to work, i make money, i buy the food, you eat the food.

it’s so simple that even an animal would happily comply.

but not you, uh? because “you’re too full” now.

listen to me… i’m gonna trash this.

and since this specific food is too filling for your poor piggy body, you’ll never have it anymore.

yeah, you heard correctly: i’m never buying it anymore.

are you ready to give it up forever?

…what a good girl.

eat it up.

fill this lard sack you have as a stomach… you know you need it.

see?