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I must be slowly becoming a feeder because im so turned on right now at the thought of a conventionally attractive, desperate, entitled, watches manosphere dating advice videos type of guy wanting to get with me, but I tell him I'm only interested if he turns himself into a chud and he does it. Gains a bunch of weight, takes up nerdy hobbies, only wears graphic tees, doesn't shave properly and has a neck beard over his double chin, calls me "pwincess" and "kitten", spends all his time sitting in his gaming chair surrounded by lewd anime merch, eating and gaming and jacking off... I'm not into the smell so I wash his belly in the shower and tease him. "This belly wasn't here when we first met" "You used to work so hard on your six pack to impress girls, now look at you, giving it up just for the chance I'll pay any attention to you..." "This look suits guys like you a lot better, doesn't it?" His room is a mess and I make him clean it up while I watch him struggle to pick the trash up off the ground with his belly in the way...

the best kind of stuffed belly is the one when you aren’t even planning to get stuffed, you just happened to eat and eat that day, then suddenly see yourself in a mirror and realise you look huge. you don’t even feel stuffed, so why not make yourself even bigger? those days always end with you flat on your bed rubbing a massive round belly

whenever food content creators start out a recipe video talking about how many pounds they’ve lost in the last six months or whatever i’m like why would you advertise how the food you make does the opposite of what food is supposed to do. why would i listen to someone who is undernourished on purpose about anything, much less how to make a bean salad??? i need people to start introducing recipe videos with how many pounds they’ve gained (or better yet how many pounds their partner has gained). like hey guys my girlfriend has packed on 20 pounds in the last two months, here’s a broccoli cheddar soup that tastes like someday things might be okay again

"God, this brand runs small," you say, squirming in your snug jeans while reaching for another donut

We need more vampire feedism stories where the vampire gets fat. Where they glut themselves on blood night after night and that bloated, sloshing belly starts to linger long after a feast has occurred. Where two immortals meet up infrequently over the centuries and note the changes and fluctuations in each-other’s weights. Where a vampires begins dating and feeding from a stunning and beautifully fat human, and their rich blood begins adding to the vampire’s waistline, much to the human’s delight.

You tug at your waistband, trying to will your jeans larger to accommodate the effects of a night out bar hopping and eating greasy bar food to soak up enough of the booze to keep you standing. Of course, your efforts are wasted, as the jeans do not magically grow a size (or two) larger to fit your bloated and jiggling belly. Maybe if you hadn't started partying so frequently and filling your ever-growing pot belly with endless booze and food with such fervor, you'd still be fitting pants. You absentmindedly pull down your skin-tight top as you ponder this. It doesn't take long before the shirt lifts up again over your growing belly, showing off just how wide your belly button is getting and just how much fat is accumulating on your side rolls, even with your strained belly full and sloshing.

secretly eating out before you go home, only to be delightfully surprised that those you live with did pick up dinner and you'll have to eat a second dinner. or a third. fourth..?