Daisy

I'd be so fucking easy to ruin. Just... cuddle me. Kiss me. Bring me my favorites. Tell me I'm so pretty with food in my mouth. Squeeze my growing softness. Make me too heavy and full to workout. Praise me. Degrade me. Grab me by my chins and make me look you in the eyes and tell me I need to eat more. Call me your good girl. I'll open wide. I won't stop eating til I'm almost sick if you told me to. I live to please. And after all, you know best 💖

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I really need this rn, feeling kinda shitty poopoo 💀😭

this>>>

Neeeeed a Feeder BF to recreate this with 😍

Someone be this for me, I wanna sit on someone while they play with my belly and fed me 😭🫶

“Baby, you were way too pretty to pull out” as he’s fucking his cum deeper into my cunt.💫🖤💫

Daydreaming 🥹

there’s something so hot ab the type of person who’s proud that his girl is so big 😵‍💫😵‍💫

So deeply craving the casual intimacy of feedism right now. A hand resting gently on my belly as they lean into my side. The subtle smile of approval as they see me order a large meal. The constant assurance and encouragement to eat whatever my heart desires. The sweet smile they give when we see that I’ve outgrown another piece of clothing, or being lovingly teased about how tight the booth at a restaurant has gotten. To be loved and admired for not denying myself, to be beautiful to someone else for everything that the world tells me I should hate

Still thinking about this constantly. There’s just something so tender about feedism. To have someone want me soft and well fed, insisting that I always have that little bit more. To have someone watch me grow softer and heavier with every bite they coax into my mouth. Every pound a marker of my devotion, of how I could never say no to what they give me. Becoming more and more reliant on them as I’m weighed down by the toll of their affection. Every new inch on my waistline becomes a symbol of how I’m cared for, and every pant and gasp of effort shows that I’m yours