Yoni

My partner and I started experimenting with her wearing an app controlled vibrator. Specifically the lovense lush model. We’ve been using it for about a year now and after some technical kinks (pun intended) we have fully integrated it into this lifestyle.

I control the device through an app on my phone and my partner earns stimulation/orgasms when she overeats. She initially set the rules of the game. She was sitting at the kitchen table hand feeding herself slices of cheesecake when she said between bites that she was wearing the device snd for me to turn it on if she eats all the cheesecake. When she did I turned it on. She orgasmed multiple times and later said it was one of the best orgasms of her life.

But now we use it a bit differently. I decide when it gets turned on snd she earns it through being a good 🐷. 4000 calories by noon and she gets her first orgasm. She earns another with a major stuffing at night. Even when we are miles apart i csn activate it. We’ve joked that she’s become Pavlov’s pig because she now associates overeating with earning an orgasm.

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

"what is this BABY doing in space!???"

I’d spend the whole ride calling her my pretty good girl while I watch her struggle to breathe under the weight of everything she’s desperately swallowing. Both of us getting turned on watching her gorge herself uncomfortably past her limits and so swollen with salt and fat that she can barely even shift in her seat while she mindlessly keeps reaching for more fries... She’d be too deep in that heavy overstuffed fog, to realize I’m making it physically impossible for her to ever stop grazing until she’s finally caught up to the cows in the field... and even if she realizes, she wouldn’t care anyway. We have the same goal and it’s to make her so ruined and docile that she starts to crave the comparison because she knows that the bigger she gets the more I’m going to worship her and keep her blissfully stuffed to the brim, the more she’ll find hickeys and bite marks mixed in with her stretch marks, and the more my lust and devotion intertwined will be poured into her and her growing body~

It seemed sudden to everyone else, even to her but honestly she’s been trying to practice allowing good things to remain in her life, as well as her stomach. She never has felt so much relief coochie out, in a crop top sprawling on her sectional being surrounded by crumbs and take out boxes being completely consumed of her own gluttony shocking her but felt completely natural.

Tbh Chad normalized alot of it ever since their first date regardless of where they went he always wanted her just to be completely comfortable. He found her beyond beautiful but found her completely breath taking with a double chin, thicker thighs, fatter titties and a belly that looked swollen with pounds of food weighing in down; not to mentioned a rounder ass he loved dicking down feeling her cheeks clap on his girthy fat cock. To him having someone completely comfortable and honest with him was perfect and he didn’t mind feeding it .

He found it cute when she would bubbly and energetic when she would be at work, or when they’d go on new experiences together but entirely out of breath huffing, moaning, and whining to go home and sleep with the demand of getting some drive through and ordering in some extra treats when the midnight munchies hit. She thought it was just a side effect of her new strength training, but it was more being able to not have to hide her piggish girl habits if anything they were being enabled.

Chad always told her how much of a good burper she was. It brings back fond memories to their 3rd date where they got wasted on a jar of pink kush and back to back shots of tequilla and extra fruity cocktails causing her some point of the night to let her belly out so her belly could comfortably bloat from all the alcohol. She always got so round everytime she got wasted, it didn’t help how her McDonald’s cravings always coincided with them. That same night they left the party they went to, to grab the new mchicken Big Macs. She ordered 3 of them with 2 large fries, 4 apple pies and a large sprite. She was halfway through the first Big Mac when she remembered she didn’t order a McFlurry and ended up gobbling half of Chads “just to try it” while letting out 3 back to burps while looking completely relieved and her stretched mark ridden gut was starting to be in pain. They both haven’t realized how round she’s gotten but it both started turning both of them on she saids nothing but Chad just started rubbing her belly with one of the ice cubes from her soda to cool down her overworked belly getting completely warmer and warmer with each new bite of food it was digesting.

She was so high out of her mind the thought to hold back any burps was not even in her mind but lucky for Chad he wanted them in his kinky greedy mouth. She never realized how much she loved getting her belly rubbed u too Chad started doing it. It felt nice being so vulnerable, but also so sexy, and so in control yet helpless at the same time she just wanted more. “Baby can you feed me one of the pies!?!” Chad grabbed two of them ripped opened the box in one tear pushing them both between her lips. They were both so thick being rammed in her mouth and incredibly yummy/calorific but she couldn’t help but to think how much better some frosting or ice cream between them with some caramel and sprinkles would taste almost moaning on how her taste buds would light up she engulfs both pies in 3 bites, chewing to what felt like hours but only mere minutes to her until he fed her more of her soda to which he continently got a 2L to add to her growing mound.