Ftm Feedee

Well I had two cheeseburgers for a midnight snack and chugged some sprites to help settle my stomach.

I kinda feel like a slob having to literally shake the burps out of my fat gut, but it’s okay to cut loose a little on the weekends right 😬

Or your fat ass (literally), or thighs, or rolls.... SEND ME FAT & I WILL TURN YOU INTO A GAINER CAP OR A BRAIN ROT CAP.

The oversized shirt you loved, because you practically swam in it, first gets tighter around your gut and then keeps riding up your midriff. You constantly have to pull it down, even thought it stopped covering your complete gut 20 lb ago.

The strings on your favorite sweatpants get shorter and shorter until they eventually get to short to tighten or, if they were short to begin with, disappear within the waistband, never to be seen again.

It starts to become a hassle to pull them up over your love handles so you start to keep them below your heavy gut, that starts to hang over the waistband like a cute wobbly apron.

Freed of shirts and pants it wobbles with every step sending shivers through your thickening body.

At some point you will have to get new, bigger comfort clothes. Maybe you even get them a size or two larger than you are right now, since it is inevitable that you too will outgrow them.

I want to get so fat~

So stoned~

So stupid~

it just becomes a cycle of getting high, eating, getting high, etc. until the feedee is stoned out of her mind