Fat(ter) Again

I'm too hungry for food, and she is too hungry for the power being a feeder brings to change the dynamic.

But I'm still holding onto the dream of us both becoming enabling piggies and growing each other to stupid sizes.

Maybe one day after getting huge enough and even more followers she might be jealous enough to want it back, but for now imma keep this.

sitting in your feeder's lap and getting your belly stroked, squeezed, and played with while you eat. weekly morning weigh-ins before breakfast (which is served in bed, of course). letting your belly hang and your love handles poke out of your shirts and pants around the house. your feeder gently feeding you with one hand and pleasuring you with the other. letting them bury their face in your gut--belly rubs and kisses galore!

And it's...so much better than you thought

so good you can't actually...stop

Until, months later your both practically glued to the couch 24/7 watching endless porn, takeout containers on the floor, bodies spilling out of your clothes, barely aware of each other as you hammer your pleasure buttons, drowning in dopamine.

Too dumb to remember why you should stop

I want my belly to hang lower. I want more bright red stretch marks all over my body. I want to become more and more addicted to stuffing my belly. I want none of my clothes to it, and my fat to be ripping out of all of my ol clothes. I want to be breaking furniture. I want my belly to jiggle with every step I take. I want to be sweaty and out of breath just from walking or doing the stairs. I want to be wet all day just from looking and touching all my fat. I want my belly to completely touch the bed when I am on all fours. I want 10k calories to be a daily thing and not even begin to fill me up anymore. I want people to judge me when I walk past. I want my friends and family to barely recognise me. I want them to make comments on my gain. I want my double chin to grow bigger. I want to stretch my belly so big, I can barely see that I have a double belly. I want the scale to go up every time I step onto it. I want to be completely focused on getting bigger and bigger each day.

I have such a burning desire to get fatter than I have ever been before. I am gaining so dangerously fast, my body cannot cope anymore.

I was always meant to be fat. This has been my dream for so long and I finally get to live out all my fantasies.

Like, it’s such a lovely concept. You finally feel comfortable enough to settle and relax, enjoy some good quality time with your partner and the result is a widening waistline, the number on the scale rising and your clothes shrinking.

A few “Let’s go out for a dinner date" and "I have brought you your favorite pastry" later and the waistband suddenly sits a little snug, your face has rounded out with puffy cheeks and a slight double chin.

You spend most of your time with your partner cuddling and lounging on the bed or couch, munching along while watching movies. Not only your life gets soft and lazy but you too. The once little pooch you had, turned into a belly that juts out no matter if you stand or sit, surging forward into your lap and jiggling softly with every move. Your pudgy hands -on which your wedding ring already got stuck- reaches for another cookie, another plate, another little sweet treat.

And the best part: Society accepts it even. "Oh, you’re just happy and enjoying life" "It’s normal to put on weight in a healthy relationship" "Your wife/husband must do their job good in taking care of you"

Muscular 26M Looking to ruin and stuff myself to 160 and beyond.

I’m slim but me increasing my intake and losing control has added a layer of pudge on my softening belly. Feederism has always been in the back of my mind. I thought I wanted to be a feeder but I’ve found myself helpless… stuffing my own face until my gut is swollen. Looking for anyone that wants to take a fit, muscular guy and tease the greed out of me.

I need to be grown… slowly make portions bigger… become accustomed to just eating until I’m groaning. Rubbing my bloating abs

I want to keep eating. Munching down. The fridge full of meals so that I can keep on eating without even thinking… and once I really start eating I can’t stop. I get lost in a trance.. Feeling my gut bloat out with each bite

I’m obsessed with wanting my gut to feel heavy.. I want to get that sensation.. Knowing I’ve been too greedy

I hope to meet some feeders who would love to keep me full all day… Feed me… Tempt me… See how many calories I can pack into my gut

Rewarding me if I hit my calorie goal.. Making sure I’m bloated and full

That's it piggy... Open up for more