BellyFetishist

”Step up on the scale baby,” Rachel teased as her hands squeezed his soft love handles. “Just look at you!” she laughed as they made eye contact in the bathroom mirror while she playfully jiggles his wide hips. “You’re so fucking fat!” He looked up at the reflection staring back at him. It was shocking. As the weight continued to pile on it was getting harder to process that it was actually himself he was looking at. He was the incredibly fat man in the mirror.

His tight jawline had grown soft and round. Not a significant change, but the weight gave him a set of chubby cheeks with a soft double chin that gave him the look of someone who had gained a bit of weight. As his eyes continued to scan lower, it was quickly evident that he had gained more than a bit. His upper arms, once toned and chiseled, were now thick, undefined and flabby. They rested out to his sides due to the sheer size and heft of his moobs. They were massive; what Rachel called his heavy tits. They had grown so big and sensitive as the pace of his weight gain increased. Over the last few months they exploded in size and weight, spilling to the sides, hanging lower with nipples nearly double in size and so sensitive.

He couldn’t see her standing behind him, but as he studied his tits her small hands appeared, cupping each and lifting playfully. Rachel loved how feminine he was becoming. “Look at these titties. What happened to my husband? Looking more like a fat girl every day piggy.” He melted with her touch as she slowly teased his swollen nipples. As his tits jiggled, he fought his arousal knowing he had to earn her full attention. His eyes scanned lower to his belly, the most prominent part of what was now his doughy frame. What started as a pot belly three years ago had ballooned into a massive collection of fat. A celebration of greed and excess. A giant ball of pure fat that his body had stored after consuming thousands and thousands of extra calories. His upper belly sat high and tight, the perfect shelf for his growing tits. But the lower you go, the softer and heavier it gets. Gravity pulling it lower with every additional 30 lbs. It naturally splits at the belly button with a lower apron that by itself was massive, completely covering his cock even when standing, hanging nearly halfway to my knees. Not that you would be able to see it anyway. The fat pad Rachel helped him grow had puffed and plumped into a roll unto itself, swallowing his manhood. With her small hands, Rachel can no longer grab all of his lower roll to lift it up which made him look and feel so incredibly fat when she tried.

“What are you thinking fatty?”, Rachel laughed as she stood next to him now, her hands rubbing and kneading the folds of fat at his sides. “Are you ready for a treat?”, she asks as she sets a tray of double chocolate brownies on the bathroom counter. “Of course you’re ready. You are always ready to eat and stuff yourself, aren’t you fatty? Oh, and I know you can’t see it. You blew past my expectations again. You’re 426 lbs baby. Just so F-A-T. Eat up baby. I don’t want you wasting away,” she giggled as she slapped his big belly causing everything to wobble and shake. “Are you ready for your snack?” she smiled as she stepped into her new strap-on, slowly sliding lotion over the large dildo as she locked eyes with him.

This is another multi-part feedist fiction story. It is about a female feeder/FFA and a male feedee who bought an old farm in Southeastern Europe where they live and hold feedist retreats, seminars and workshops. The feedee is quite submissive, there are some sketchy manipulation and cnc vibes in this while it’s still romantic and cute, they are living a shared dream. Part II

It will contain: feedism, fat admiration, weight gain, conditioning, trough feeding, dominance/submission, force feeding, funnel feeding, cnc, manipulation, voyeurism, fluff, romance

You had been excited all day since I told you earlier today that we were gonna do another special feeding session this afternoon. It was a demonstration for our newly arrived guests, but you didn’t exactly know all the details about that. You just knew these special feedings were awesome and left you blissfully stuffed in a food coma and your balls as empty as your belly was full. Was I filming parts of it? You had decided not to ask - if there was anything weird going on, it felt too good to stop now.

We had gone for a little outing this morning to get you to the local hairdresser . This place was quite remote, but the community still offered everything we needed and it was only half an hour to the beach as well. The people in the village didn’t find men with big beer bellies next to rather stylish women unusual, but they hadn’t seen a proper hog like you were since you had reached 200 kg. We had bought the farm shortly thereafter and finished it in record time thanks to generous donations of our fans and community members eagerly awaiting our feedist programs and retreats.

The hair salon was run by an elderly lady and her son who ended up taking half an hour to properly shape your beard around your thick double chin. I fed you white chocolate cashew cookies and gave you a soda during the break I had requested in advance for between the haircut and the beard grooming. The elderly lady laughed about my display of affection and joked that I was taking enough care for three of you. Her son didn’t quite understand and probably wondered why he hadn’t managed to find a woman to leave this village and her mother’s salon when this obscenely obese, heavily breathing glutton of a man had charmed such a lovely woman.

Your hair and beard turned out great but I would have thought so anyway since I loved your hair and still thought your face was a combination of every feature I had ever found beautiful. We tipped them generously and stopped to stock up on groceries on the way home.

You still hadn’t tried all the sweets and snacks in the local supermarkets, there were so many of them! Countless chocolate wafers, gummies and cream-filled mini pastries and their ice cream selection was seriously impressive. You normally waddled obediently and slowly next to me, but at the supermarket, your fatty instincts kicked in and you somehow managed to get your fat fingers on every high-calorie item at once. We can get it all, Babe! I know you’re hungry and I could never say no to you. I collected cheesecake, brownie and shake supplies, a bunch of crisps in different flavours, several crates of soda and some normal food for myself as well. The produce here was always fresh and tasted great! You didn’t care as much about it, but I did use plenty of it when I cooked for you as well and you liked all of it.

I got horny thinking about the obscene amount of sugar and fat I was gonna make you eat, feed you, push your face into while you were on all fours, shove into your reddened face and funnel into your already stretched out body. I knew you’d still beg me to feed you even then. You had unlearned saying you‘re too full - there was no such thing for you, there was only pure bliss whenever you overate and you knew nothing made me as helplessly drawn to you as your cascading lard rolls, your endless appetite and lust for me feeding you more, and always more, your readiness to cater to my deepest desire to own you, fatten you, make you heave around a body big enough to paint a picture of how much you made me feel.

I knew I had conditioned you over the years to feel exactly this warm rush of endorphins with the food coma fast approaching by getting you off exactly in that exact moment every single time and by being the sweetest, most affectionate version of myself, but you wanted to be trained like I wanted to make you mine. So now you were longing for me to fill you every day, to straddle you in your feeding bed or on the sofa and fill your greedy mouth for hours on end while rubbing your belly, whispering in your ear that you don’t have to be skinny ever again, I would always just find you hotter as you get fatter, you‘re making me so proud, such a perfect model piggy for all others.

When we arrived back on the farm, I helped you out of the car and parked you on the sofa with another soda, got you two pieces of chocolate cake from the kitchen and went to carry our groceries inside. You were breathing so heavily when you finally got to sit down again and your knees were creaking, my poor baby! Less movement for you the next few days.

I briefly went to the seminar room where several future hogs and they feeders were getting ready for todays demo feeding. Some of the younger ones idolised you quite a bit, they wanted to be you - be as well-trained as you, opening their greedy mouths without limits like you, as handsome of a hog like you and of course, as fat as you. I knew some of the feeders were rather jealous of me and they for sure got off on having seen you eat in the afternoon when they tried to be with their smaller fatties later in the night.

The images of your blob-shaped body in seated position with your fat legs spread far apart by an even bigger hanging belly, your moobs towering above it, your useless flabby arms with those adorable sausage finger hands and the look on your face somewhere between greed, mindlessness and yearning for approval from me..those impressions were for sure not going fade anytime soon. I occasionally doubted the ethics of our business model because while the feedees seemed to learn a lot and usually showed rapid successes in their gains and behaviour, it may have destabilised some feeder’s desires for their own piggies. Especially those were sure to return though, since they basically paid for the live porn of watching me feed you in our special feeding room next to the guesthouse.

The wall facing the end of the bed in this feeding room was made of one-way mirror glass behind dark velvet curtains. I opened them only after getting everything reading for our sessions and you enjoyed being able to see me sitting on top of you - that mirror had been such a good idea of me! I hadn’t been too clear about what kind of mirror it was and that there were some other piggies in training with their feeders behind it who could see you. They were eager to learn from us and you did the presentations and workshops with me, so I always assumed you wouldn’t mind anyway, but I didn’t want you to get stage fright when people found these practical demonstrations so helpful and any program that included these sold out the same day.

You also liked having an additional bedroom to get fed in so we would never have crumbs in our regular bed and only did the morning shake and non-crumbly foods there. It was the perfect system - all regular meals on the sofa like you were used to, shakes and cheesecakes in the kitchen or our normal bedroom, special stuffings and funnel feedings often in the feeding room. It had a built-in trough just in front of that big mirror so you could see how your moobs and belly dropped to the floor when you got on all fours to eat. I had really outdone myself in designing this room, what a feedist paradise.

I sat down next to you on the sofa after I was done with our groceries and rested my head on one of your fleshy moobs. I could hear your heart try hard to keep pumping enough blood through all your layers of body fat. What a trooper! I knew we were putting you through a lot health-wise, but we couldn’t stop and we’re doing better than ever since we both had decided to let go. You had become what you were always meant to be - unrecognisably fat, spoiled, docile and happy every day of your life.

I gently grabbed your love handle on my side and rubbed your belly slowly. As you felt my tight body pressed into your softness, you let out a soft moan.

"Do you want another raspberry or oreo shake today, babe? And chicken burgers or those smash burgers you had last week? Dessert is pancakes and lemon pie", I asked you while I knew you were getting hard again. I had already sucked you off after today’s weigh-in when you were up another 5lbs and made you cum again after breakfast to get you nice and glowy for going outside. "Shh Sweetie, you gotta eat a lot for me first. I know your dick is buried somewhere in that fat pad begging to get out again, but I will only take care of it today if you‘ll be an extra good piggy for. Maybe you’ll get off before dessert even so I can push that into your cute mouth while you’re all empty headed and exhausted.“

You let out a frustrated grunt and shoved your chubby hand into the snack basket next to you to both eat something to deal with the frustration as well as show me that you would always eat for me like you had promised. We ordered chicken burgers, I made over a litre of oreo shake, produced a mountain of pancakes and got out the lemon pie while you watched some TV and kept on snacking instinctively.

You were a bit surprised to feel the collar around your neck when I approached you from behind, but you would never try to resist. What bad could happen? Your feeder wanting to feed you, who was into getting fed? Oh no, how terrible! Sure, you had long surpassed your limit, I was filming you quite a lot for content, but we needed to pay for the farm somehow, so you never really questioned what I did to make it happen and it seemed to work well, so..

You heard the leash connect to the collar and started shifting your body around to potentially get up and follow me to the feeding room. I laughed at your four rather sorry attempts to get up on your own but would always let you try, so I could watch this, it was my favourite daily show. You started to sweat, got out of breath quickly and fell back your wide ass again. "I could use your help, do you think you can do some weightlifting at home?", you cheekily asked for my assistance and I decided to have mercy on you and pulled you back onto your feet. Gosh, your cankles were ridiculously swollen, it was such a sexy look. We kissed and smiled about me having to help you get up having become such a regular event.

I feel a power swirling inside me, tumultuous and ferocious. It demands to be quelled with supplication. Its energies feel boundless, ruthless and when scorned menacing. Do not cross me piggy, for I am so much more than what the eye beholds, and I know your eye beholds much as it clings to every curve which graces your unworthy vision. I am your Goddess, I lay waste to waists and feed until your fatness satisfies my carnal needs. I shall glut you into submission, imobile from amounts of food you could have never imagined consuming alone. You will eat for me because you are desperate to please me, to grow for me. Your desire to become a source of lard ladened pleasure for the one which you worship will lead you to obedience. For your acts of devotion are those of gluttony, indulgence, gorging and greed. You are a pig, a hog, a plaything for a Goddess which will turn you fatter than you could have ever fathomed possible. You will jiggle, wobble, and be a blob for me. Now go, eat pig. Your fattening must begin at once.

Fatty tries to go in a nature walk 😅🫣

Definitely a new development 🤣😵‍💫

​A whole block of butter and a mountain of chocolate, just to make sure his waistline keeps expanding 🤭 I love knowing exactly what’s going into his body—and exactly where it’s going to settle.

Haha

Uh, help

I want my belly to become twice as big. So that it hangs below my knees and touches the floor. And inside me everything always gurgles and bubbles from maximum fullness!

It feels so good when she sticks her fingers into my belly button. As if she is checking whether I am fat enough, or if I need to be filled up immediately. And the answer is always the same - urgently pour a couple of liters of gainer into me through a funnel