Asmoreous

Did someone ask for a big fat hot alt boyfriend?

Emphasis on *big*

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

She herself was using the extension above the garage, the downstairs was a common area for the three of them, and at the top of the stairs was a small square of space between two opposite facing doors with separate facing keys. One was the way to the garage extension and down to the basement, and the other was the main upstairs, which consisted of two rooms and a bathroom.

They figured that this older woman – they’ve barely see her beyond paying rent, right? They’d stick to themselves in their joint upstairs and that would be that. Wrong.

The woman has a black cat that has free roam of the house, so she’d prefer it if the cat flap on the door leading to their bedrooms would remain unlocked. The cat had a cage that was way too big for it and seemed unused in the living room. It was more like a dog cage.

Additionally, the woman said that she intended on making every single one of their meals, because she enjoys the activity of it.

The two of them agree, naturally. A great house for a low rent, never needing to cook for themselves, and a lovely landlady? Count them in.

The changes start with the first breakfast.

Young adult feedees that live at home and sneak out to collect late night deliveries for fast food or drive to fast food places and binge in their car. Their true calling is to leave their car a mess, same with their room, but unfortunately they have to clean up to keep up the illusion of being on their parents’ strict diet plan.

Young adult feedees that live at home and stuff their face with their parents’ home cooked meals despite already being so full of grease and cheese and carbs, claiming they’re starving and haven’t eaten all day, and then struggle standing after stuffing their face with most of the table’s contents, their gut churning away noisily with thousands and thousands of calories to the point where it sounds a little painful.

Young adult feedees who get caught at last, raiding the fridge or in their car on their fifth double cheeseburger and second milkshake, and whose parents just sigh. A long, weathered sigh, before turning back around and leaving them be.