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January 2026

You told your girlfriend about your fetish, and she’s interested in trying it out with you!! She’s nervous though, and asks you for some guidance before jumping in. You know just who to call: Bella Abbondanza!! She is happy to oblige, and makes a custom video walking your new feedee through all sorts of useful tips. Wardrobe, beverage selection for maximum burps (burps are sexy, she explains), meal selection, even performance enhancing drugs! 

She encourages your new feedee to try filming herself as she tries things out, even if she’s not going to show anyone else, because it’s good to see what looks hot for yourself. 

You’re delighted to see that she’s encouraging your feedee to indulge in everything that feels good, and to pick foods she loves, especially to start out. The more things she wants to give in to, the fewer excuses she’ll need. 

A portion of her advice is for both of you, telling your feedee to explore what she likes and be clear about her desires. 

“If you mention a food you can’t resist, and that food doesn’t start appearing around the house for you, your feeder isn’t doing their job.”

This was part of your request, you wanted her to encourage your feedee to be vocal and greedy. She does a great job of promoting demanding behavior, and does it all while stuffing her face with fried chicken and potato salad.

“Your making a BIG commitment, and its only gonna get bigger”-laughs and jiggles her belly- “So you need to really make sure that your feeder is 100% there, and doing this for YOUR pleasure. Don’t accept anything less. 

She says she used to be just like your feedee: slim thick foodie who didn’t want to admit what she liked or wanted, but she explains:

“If you’re loved for something you’re not, are you really loved at all? Become your whole self. Get fatter.  Tell your feeder what you want, and tell them if they don’t give it to you.”

“I can’t wait to see what you turn into.”

The embrace of your stuffed partner’s body held tightly against your own, the warm soft feel of their skin as you gently graze your fingers against their taut belly, their head laid against your chest as they gently drift to sleep feeling safe, secure, and content, their every desire sated.

I got a POV strap for my phone and was messing around with my friend, what do you guys think?

By five years into the relationship, you’re a stupid housetrained pig. You cant remember the last time you had to do something yourself - any food you want is made for you and delivered directly to your greasy, expecting mouth. Who cares about whats going on in the outside world? You haven’t been outside in weeks - its much easier to focus on the vibrator between your thighs, on the rush of serotonin you get every time you stuff your face, knowing how happy it makes your partner. Its impossible to remember how to drive, how to hold down a job, how to even stand up without someone else’s help. You’re completely defense less, dependant on someone else for everything in your life. You’re so fat, even moving your toes or hands is too much effort. Who could be expected to perform any task when you’re this close to immobility? You dont need to worry about anything, you’re a pig - pigs don’t think, they only guzzle down more and more, moving as little as possible. Independence is a prison - you’ve been transformed into a play thing controlled on strings by the partner who controls everything about you. Your surroundings, your body, your food, your thoughts (fewer and fewer by the day), your mind.

A ball of lard, stupider every time you swallow, forced to beg for food from the only person you’ll ever see again, freed by your obesity from real life.