Elle Feeder

My boyfriend decided it's not something he is interested in (which I 100% respect). He has also lost some weight recently and is feeling happier. Seeing him happy makes me happy because a relationship goes beyond just kink.

Such sweetness, thank you!

When new bright-red stretch marks appear on your love handles, know you got them because of me. 

No matter how small your gain so far - 5, 20, 50 pounds - I promise you’ll get even fatter. For me. 

Every pound you gain and every change it’ll make to your body, will remind you of me. Which will make if hungrier. Starving. Ravenous. You’ll eat and eat until you can no longer move, rubbing your belly, stranded on the couch. Sighing. Spending every night like this will inevitably cause you to get even fatter. 

A cruel yet sweet never ending cycle of gluttony. 

You’ll hear my taunting voice when you rip your pants because your clothes got too tired of fighting all that blubber. 

You’ll smell my cooking when you shove another cupcake into your mouth, although you were already too-stuffed before we even reached dessert.

You’ll see my smile when you admire your delicious plump body, full of beautiful rolls and dimples, in the mirror.

Yes, I called you a little fatty... although, maybe “fat” isn’t even a word I can use. I know I haven't seen you in a while and if I have to be honest, your weight gain has reaaally slowed down since our separation. Remember all the late nights where you confessed your deepest, darkest desires to me? You wanted to become huge, with an enormous fat belly overshadowing your growing thighs and rounder ass. But hunny, looking at you now I can understand why you wanted me as your feeder. Look at yourself. You call that weight gained? Pathetic. I thought all those hours I trained you were actually good for something. Have you forgotten all my meal plans? The recipes to my delicious, calorie-rich weight gain shakes? Has my favourite lazy fatty given up on their dreams of becoming a beautifully soft pile of lard? 

Huh… perhaps thats true. After all, we did just make a little dessert and I got to squeeze the remaining buttercream frosting into his mouth from my piping bag. 

When the feeder can no longer control themselves around all the delicious food they feed their feedee and start blowing up themselves.

When the feeder doesn’t realize about their increased snacking habits until their clothes start shrinking on their own, softer body.

When the feeder finally admits to themselves that they love the sensation of stuffing their belly until it’s too hard to breathe.

Of course! There are no rules to any of this. What’s important is to do what you enjoy the most.

A not-so-small aftermath from a really delicious lunch we just had. This was supposed to be shareable, but we all know who had the bigger portion… 

Maybe next time we should get an extra plate, yes?