feedee

You notice before I do. Or maybe I notice first and just don't want to admit it.

I'm standing in front of the mirror, tugging at the fabric, trying to convince myself that if I pull it a little differently, it'll close.

It doesn't.

You lean against the doorway, watching quietly.

Not laughing.

Not surprised.

Just watching.

I try again.

The fabric stretches.

The gap remains.

And suddenly I'm painfully aware of my own body.

The way my stomach presses forward.

The way it rests against the waistband.

The way there's simply more of me than there used to be.

I let out a laugh.

Half disbelief.

Half surrender.

Because a few years ago, I never would have imagined this.

Never imagined standing here, completely unable to close something that used to fit without a second thought.

You walk closer.

I can feel your eyes on me.

On the stubborn gap.

On the evidence that things have changed.

"Still trying?" you ask softly.

I roll my eyes.

But I'm smiling.

Because the truth is...

I already know how this ends.

The outfit doesn't win.

It never does.

I look at myself one more time.

At the fabric straining.

At the shape reflected in the mirror.

At the undeniable reality that my body has outgrown yet another thing.

And somewhere between embarrassment and amusement...

I find myself liking the sight more than I probably should.

You notice that too.

Of course you do.

eat more, have a burger in each hand so you can shove more in, start getting horny while making a pig out of yourself for everyone to see, your dick buried in so much fat no one can tell you have a raging boner… become so impatient you cannot even stop yourself from starting to jerk off in the car. i need you to be fat to the point where touching yourself in your car will not even be possible anymore and you will have no other choice but to wait until you get home~

My feeder has been stuffing me with fast food for two days straight, every meal is an onslaught of greasy options. So many Dairy Queen milkshakes, he’s counted 14 shakes so far, I’ve lost count completely. We’ve made a few orders of 4 shakes at a time, so it makes sense. I’ve been in a daze, feeling my belly starting to make it difficult to stand again like when I’m at my most extreme points in my gain. My lower back takes the weight of the belly hang with, the full stomach and tits stacked on top. Making my back ache after a few minutes standing in the kitchen. Plus standing pulls the skin taut on my stomach, making movement just generally uncomfortable and unnecessary

Full 8 minute video on Patreon~

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Volume up for moans and bliss 💋💕✨

God food makes me bliss out and get lost in the hedonism of it all. It feels like endorphins flooding my system and brain. Here’s an example. Food lights up every pleasure centre and creates a magical cradle of blissful mindlessness. Food and arousal are completely connected for me, and I happily indulge the cycle.

Full clip up on Patreon for those who want it!

I tried the butter and whipped cream combo and felt like such a fatty 😋🧈 Decided to put on this bra again as well, it’s so much tighter I wished it would just pop off 🥵

Full video on OF 🐮

Have to get those scale numbers up and summer body ready 🥵🐮

Weigh-Ins starting again this month but until then…here’s the Full Video 🍰😋