feedee | gainer | gluttony | hedonism

This is not a promise or wishful thinking, this is a fact.

You're losing control even if you deny it, portions getting bigger, the pounds keep coming and your clothes are only getting tighter by the day. When will it be the day when you acknowledge what I see?

You might think that you have control of this "little" situation, that it'll be so easy to unattach yourself from this overeating frenzy and go back to "normal" portions, but you're terribly wrong. You've gotten your body so used to these very generous portions, you'll feel like starving when you go back to what used to keep you full, you'll feel hunger gnawing at your stomach and you'll just give up, afterall, I know just how much you enjoy filling up that belly and stretching it to it's limit, I know how you strongly desire to cram every little space your belly has to offer just so you can feel more than full.

Come on, at this point you know it's not a secret, you're always eating, whether that be your favorite snacks or a huge meal. It's obvious that you enjoy the food as much as you enjoy the act of eating and by seeing how much your jeans squeeze your poor overfed waistline, you like eating very fiercely.

A cinnamon roll. A simple, delicious confection I brought just for you as a reward for being so good throughout dinner. Warm bread, soft layers, and gooey glaze melting over every curve. The smell drifts through the room the moment the warm plate is set down in front of you, rich with cinnamon and sugary sweetness.

This is all yours. I’m going to feed every last bite to you.

What do I need from you? I want you to cum as soon as you swallow the last bite so I can watch all that sticky, hot glaze come right back out of you.

I smile as I lift your shirt up. You know I love seeing your belly when you eat. What I love even more is watching you grow while you eat. So I unzip your pants, allow my hand to travel all the way down, and begin to palm your crotch. 

When I hear that little impatient whine, I know you're ready. I spear a forkful of the cinnamon roll. The dough pulls apart easily, still warm and fluffy inside. A little icing stretches, creamy and thick, before finally breaking away.

You open your mouth obediently and accept the bite. God, what a good boy you are. You chew eagerly, already waiting for the next one before you've completely finished swallowing.

We fall into a lovely rhythmic pattern. 

Stab. Open. Bite. Chew. Swallow. Palm. Stab. Open. Bite. Chew. Swallow Palm. Stab. Open. Bite. Chew. Swallow. Palm.

The plate slowly grows messier as the roll disappears. As it disappears, I can tell you’re getting more and more excited. You’re already leaking so much. I think it’s time I get those pesky boxers off.

Goodness, when did your thighs get so thick? Sure, your boxers always have been tight on you, but look at all these new marks on your body!

Shall we take a break? Oh! No, no! Not a real break. Just a break from eating. You look thirsty. 

I grab a nice large glass of milk for you and bring it back over. “Here,” I say, “Don’t worry about a thing. Mommy will help you.”

I tip the rim to your lips and watch as you drink. Steady gulps. Long, steady gulps. Cold milk washing away all that sweetness. Sliding all the way down your throat and filling up all the space in your belly.

Maybe filling it up too much because creamy streaks dribble down the corners of your mouth. You’re soo eager and soo greedy. Drinking up like you haven’t had anything in hours.

I squeeze your cock. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about it. You’ve gotten quite erect. In fact, you’re so turned on I don’t even think you can think straight anymore. 

I set the glass aside and rest my now free hand against your stomach. You feel so tight. Dinner was already generous, and now you've nearly finished an entire cinnamon roll on top of that. I push a palm in. A few small burps erupt from you. Oh my…

“Are you ready?” I ask, “You’re almost done with your treat.” 

There's still a little left on the plate. Not much, but it’s definitely enough.

I hear you whine. It doesn’t matter though. Too horny and full to think. No matter what, you’re gonna take whatever I offer you.

Such a good boy.

The cinnamon roll is probably becoming almost too sweet at this point. The glaze coats every piece. Oh, but I’m sure you don’t care about the taste anymore. 

You just wanna keep going because if you finish it, you know I’ll let you finish.

Back in that rhythm. Bite. Chew. Swallow. Stroke. Bite. Chew. Swallow. Stroke.

“Almost there.”

Your cock has gotten so slick. So easy to slide my hand up and down your shaft. You’re even starting to buck into my hand. Poor boy… So needy. So eager to get off.

“Attaboy,” I say as the final pieces disappear one after another until there's only a single bite left sitting on the plate.

I pick this last piece up and push it into your mouth with my fingers. My digits are instantly wrapped by your tongue, warm, wet, and sticky, as it swirls around.

And I keep them in there. I keep them in there as I stroke your cock. Faster and faster. Letting you fuck my hand. Letting you fuck it so hard because you’ve been such a good boy today eating everything mommy has placed In front of you. I delight in hearing you moaning loudly through my fingers.

And finally! That look on your face of ecstasy as you look into my eyes.

“There it is,” I smile staring at your cock as you cum all over your pretty, thick thighs. “All that sweet glaze I just fed you…”

"You're such a glutton. What a fat man you're becoming!"

"Come on, you fat fuck, keep eating. Show me how determined you are!"

...

Oh you love being teased while you're fed. But is it really a tease if everything I call you turns you on?

I constantly order food for you. You insist that you're full, except you can't help but keep eating. Whether I'm stuffing it into your face or not.

You say, "I'm not feeling up for it." As you literally push a slice of pizza deep into your gullet.

You burp and moan... still insisting that you don't want it yet. It's, "Oh, I'm just tasting it."

But honey, if you eat all of it... is it really tasting anymore?

You always keep up your appetite. You can pretend denial all you want. But your unstoppable gluttony says otherwise.

Keep getting fatter. Keep eating. Feel that pleasure and eroticism as your mouth is full of food and I call you a fat fuck.

If you eat enough, you know your reward. I'll stuff you silly with dessert as I fuck you. Aren't you living the dream?

Keep eating…

It looks like you’ve already done such a good job all on your own. 

I mean… your shirts barely even fit around that swollen belly of yours and that double chin is just begging to grow. 

You’re such a greedy piggy, practically aching for me to fatten you up. I wonder how much faster you’d grow if I got my hands on you. I know you’d look so good with a thicker hang and a couple of popped buttons.

That’s what you want right?

To be my chubby piggy to do whatever I want with.

I’ll stuff that round gut of yours until you’re moaning and too stuffed to move. Then I’ll funnel feed you even more. I’d whisper how pathetic you are, desperately wanting to eat to please me. Demanding I make you my prized piggy, my perfect fat boy.

Be careful what you wish for, the more turned on I get, the bigger you grow. 

And of course you’ll be good for me, only good piggies get fed.

i would love to catch one of them and take over, but every time they get close i shove sugary donuts in their mouth and slow down. over and over until they cum in the midst of a ruined orgasm and fall into a food coma right after ~

waking up still horny, struggling to think straight but unable to sit up because their stomach is too full <33 handing them more sugary food, straddling their lap and putting their belly on top of my legs while i lightly tease them for being such a greedy little pig with no self control who can only think about cumming~