A Collection

the god accepting every offering left for them, indulging in every meal with the same hedonistic pleasure, filling their belly with all the delicious foods.

in turn, the god protects the town, keeps them safe from surrounding enemies or dangerous weather, so long as they keep leaving such delectable meals at the altars.

And once were done stuffing the big pup. We can cuddle, but not before I grab a few more sweets

And as were cuddling, I'll play with pups parts. Getting them all needy and excited.

And when they're whimpering in pleasure,I'll stop playing and gently push the sweets into their mouth. They'll soon realise that they get played with as they eat

Even though they're so full. They'll eat as fast as they can because they're a horny pup who doesn't say no to food. And because they wanna cum so bad

And then, a few weeks after what your pred friends keep calling your "First time," you start to feel a hunger. You eat and eat and eat all the normal foods you'd usually enjoy, vegetables, fruits, cakes, those vegan burgers you used to love! None of it, no matter how much you eat, satisfies you. Your pred friends tease you, telling you, you know what you have to do.

Maybe after the first month you give in and let your pred friends take you to a fast food place. You try to avoid eye contact with the prey girl behind the counter as your friend orders for you, but you know this stranger is looking at you in horror. Sure she's seen preds walk in here all the time, probably keeps getting asked if she's on the menu, you know that fear, you've worked similar jobs. But when she looks at you, natural born prey like her, knowing you crossed that line... you can't imagine what she's thinking, but it makes you sick.

The two other preds wave you and your friend down to the booth they managed to find, the two of you walking over with your trays, handing out everyone's orders, until there's only one left.

Yours.

The seat is pretty cramped, you squished between two large predators, they reek of sweat and musk, their huge guts rumble and squish you while they eat and reposition themselves. You've hung out with preds before, this would almost be a dream for you, if you weren't here to prove something. If you couldn't feel hungry eyes on you. If you didn't have to do what you're here to do.

"Okay, okay, so, sure, you crave prey- okay, sure, 'meat' now, that's fine. Eating this way, it's, basically just a, uhh... better alternative? It's. It just, you don't want to hurt anyone yet, I get- okay, at all, sure, but. These fast food places, they just, they're just gonna throw out what they don't sell, right? So in a way, all the... 'meat,' they use for it, they'd probably feel better knowing they're being eaten by someone, right? And not like, being stuck in a dumpster somewhere while you eye up your friends?"

Your more understanding pred friend said this to you just last night. Even then you felt sick with hunger, but in the hours it took her to convince you to join her friends, you did think about it. Would you? Would you rather know you fed the stomach of a pred just looking for a snack, and not be rotting somewhere... at first it feels like a ridiculous question, you'd rather be alive, obviously! But, the more you thought about it... maybe, maybe you would take another prey's place, in that, very specific situation.

The pred opposite you speaks, "If she ain't gonna eat that, I'll take her," she has a creepy laugh, it almost shakes you more than your hunger. "'Okay," you whip your head to look at your friend in shock, "sure, and your girlfriend can have her meal," the pred to your left licks her lips loudly, but your friend continues, "but if she does, you buy the next round, okay?" You'd assume the creepy laugh is a yes.

You grab the bun, (you press the thought of this meat having been a bunny girl to the back of your mind,) it's so, wet. The grease is practically dripping from it, fat, you know that's what it is, you've heard horror stories about how these are made... you open your mouth, pulling it up to your face and take a deep breath. The smell is heavenly, your mouth instantly salivating, you know you need this more than air right now. Eyes kept tightly shut, but feeling the three pairs of predatory eyes on you, you force a bite into your mouth, forcing yourself to quickly chew and swallow, trying not to focus on the feeling. Another bite, quick still, but slower this time, feeling the satisfaction of your craving being met, melting into your seat. Your next few bites are much slower, savouring the taste, the feeling of the fat coating your tongue, the tear as you pull back, the feeling of the sauce gushing even, you can't help but wonder if real prey ever feels this good, you've only ever swallowed someone whole after all. The rest of your meal feels like a frenzy, bite after bite, bearly taking time to chew. By the time you finish, your eyes are wide open, snapping to your next prey, you lunge for the easy meal to your right an- and, your pred friend pushes you back. Looking down in your hands, you let go of her burger, leaving indents from the grip stength, you swear you almost see claw marks.

A small, quiet apology leaves your lips, eyes still lingering. The two preds joining your friend quietly stand up, "So, uh. Same as before? Heh," the laugh sounds different now, you almost hear yourself in it, the same polite laugh you've let out when hanging with girls twice your size with full intention to strike. Your stomach growls, almost painfully, as if reacting to the thought. "M-maybe a double?" They nod and walk away, getting ready to order. "Extra toppings!" You hear yourself yell after them, hardly thinking. You turn to see your friend, chewing, looking at you curiously.

I-it, it's not so bad, right? It wasn't that bad! Sure you were eating meat now, and like, sure maybe the cravings have gone from, like, one a week to, maybe like, every other day, all the way up to a couple times a day now, maybe you keep a locked fridge in your room stocked full of burgers, prey topped pizza, and some small snacks, and yeah, maybe your roommate complains about you inviting pred friends over every other night! But it was safe, fine, nobody was getting hurt!

Back when the cravings were more manageable you could just call the girls and head on out, order a large meal, and crash at one of their place's, but then you'd need to eat more often, maybe a couple times in a day, the girls would often eat someth- well, someone else, s-so, you'd have to just take some home!

Obviously you can't let your roomie know, so, a quick check online, a used fridge and a padlock weren't too expensive, problem solved! B-but, she was suspicious of the trash, take out bags, wanted to know why they were there. Pred friends, you told her, they promise to pick up take out before they come over so they aren't too hungry to eat you both! That, settled her for a while, (well, she stopped asking and hid in her room at least,) but then, one of the girls saw her watching you all, she'd eventually come to "Hang out," keeping a close eye on you specifically. She must have seen how you watched them eat, it was torture! Worse still, the girls were texting you, "cute girl, she seeing anyone?" "You gonna eat her, little pred?" "Oh I know she'd go straight to my ass," it was hard enough not to eat someone right there! S-something, you mean.

Making a stupid excuse about looking for a phone charger, stumbling as you ran to your room, fumbling the lock on the fridge open with trembling hands, the door only a crack open before you start shoveling flesh into your mouth, feeling that same familiar feral mentality wash over, crouched over your meal, hardly fulfilling at all, craving more, needing it-

Pause. You turn toward the gasp before you realise you heard it, prey stood in the door, trembling, breathing. It whispers your name, scared, shaking it's head as tears form in it's eyes, eyes that follow you as you get on all fours, growling. It's hard to tell what it's saying, your ears ringing with need. She wants to leave? Who needs to know? The words aren't important. You hear the fear in its voice, and it looks paralysed with fear. Easy target.

A couple leaps forward and your claws are deep in its shoulders, your prey pinned under you, too scared to scream. Good. Its eyes seem glued to your teeth, wearing an emotion on its face you think you recognise... Regret? fear? Hope to survive? Oh well. Your prey struggles, as is to be expected, but it seems reluctant to hurt you, crying.

Your roommate's voice snaps you out of your frantic state for a moment. She's crying, begging, we're friends, you can't do this, I won't tell anyone, I'll just go. It's enough to shake you out of it for a moment. What were you thinking? There's hope in her eyes, nodding, encouraging, yes, she says, you can do this, we can get you help, you'll be okay, did those pred girls do this to you? You retract your claws and fall to the floor next to her, exhausted. Quick light footsteps move away from you, followed by a scream and a struggle, and cheering.

Hunger makes your head spin and your ears ring, but you think your pred friends are congratulating you? Not so bad for a first attempt, better than their first at least, how'd she get away? Replying feels impossible, resisting as they all sit you up feels even more so. One of them is holding something, loud and squirming, that's your... your, um... voices spin around you, she's been putting this off too long, she needs it bad, those are her claw marks, she earned it. One of the preds comes into vision, she's so pretty as she lifts you effortlessly, sitting you in her lap on the sofa. Another girl opens your mouth up, offering soft encouragement almost entirety impossible to make out, as the 3rd girl lifts something large to your mouth. Screaming disorients you for just a moment before it's forced inside you, and you reflexively start swallowing. It's huge, but the amount you've been eating to satisfy cravings recently means you bearly even choke. Hands massage your neck and stomach, sometimes risking touching your chest, as you reach the halfway point, starting to feel more in the room, hearing your pred girlies whispering sweet encouragement. By the time you realise what happened, your lips are already around your roommates knees, and you just keep gulping her down. It's better like this, right? She would have told someone, who knows what would have happened to you?

I'm proud of how far you've come, you'll make an excellent pred.

I knew what she meant by “we could try”. It was we could try to see if I’ll fit. We could try to see if I could handle the waddle from the car to the restaurant. We could try as in i may just be too heavy for this sort of thing now. The weight gain from the last year seemed to put me over the edge. Last year even though I was over 400 lbs it was still no problem. But now it’s a we can try.

So the next day we tried and I’m glad we did. It was the first time I had been out in a while. Getting in and out of the car was more of a challenge than it was last time. When we got to the restaurant I was glad to see that they still had the same seating arrangement with booths that had moveable tables. My wife got in her side first then pulled the table towards her. Then I got in. I have such a big fat spread now. When I sat down my ass and hips spread me the length of the bench seating. Then my wife pushed the table my way a little and it pressed into my stomach, so that half my belly was on the table and my tits resting on top of my belly fat.

“You fit, baby,” my wife said excitedly. A moment later the server was at the table. It was the same girl that used to serve us when we were regulars. She recognized my wife immediately then looked at me and her eyes said, “oh my you’re a big boy” but the words that came out were “long time no see. Great to see you again.”

After she took our order and left my wife looked at me. “Did you see that?” She said. “‘See what?”

“She was shocked by how fat I’ve made you.”

“What? Maybe she was shocked but why do you say it’s because she knows you are responsible?”

“Because I look happy. She saw how happy I look and saw how fat you’ve gotten. I saw the look she gave me after she looked at you.”

My wife is usually right about these things. I rarely challenge her on stuff like this or anything at all really.

When the server came back to the table with bibs and gloves she offered to put the bib on me. While she was doing so I could almost feel her taking in all my width. I looked at my wife and she still had this big smile on her face. A moment later our food came. Several bags of spicy cajun seafood. I got three lbs of shrimp just for myself and several orders garlic bread to soak up the sauce. We ate while guzzling down pints of cold beer.

I felt huge sitting there eating shrimp after shrimp. The fat on my upper arms jiggled every time I reached for my pint of beer. At one point my wife pinched my upper arm fat and smiled. “You’re such a piggie ordering three pounds,” my wife said. “I wonder if our server thinks you’re a piggie.”

“Probably,” I said. “I just don’t know when we are coming back.”

“Maybe only a couple more times,” she said. “Why a couple?” I said.

“Baby you’re getting so big. You’re going to be confined to the house sooner than you think. “

Then I felt my wife’s foot tapping on my fatpad under the table. She had slipped it out of her shoe and she was digging it into my fat. “Does that turn my piggie boy on?”

“Yes,” I said. “Does it turn you on?”

“You know it does,” she said. “When we get home i want you naked on the bed. I want to try to fuck you. I want to see if I can still get to your cock. But if I can’t I’m going to cum by straddling your belly and grinding on you. I’m going to cum so hard cuz I’m going to think about how you only have two more visits here because you’re getting so big.”

Your hips are softening up, your muffin top is growing into a real belly, and even your arms are starting to strain against your sleeves. You can't tell me you don't notice how all your clothes feel tighter. In fact, when you're wearing something that used to be a bit tighter already, where your fat just flows out right now, you look hideous. Look... You know just as well what you said. Gain a bit, have some fun, lose the weight again. So far, you've only managed to do two of those things. But darling, it's fine. If you want to be a little fatty, just keep eating.

1. You're fucking up your brain. With every stuffing and every orgasm after and/or while fantasizing about how fat you'll get, you slightly alter your brain to be more obsessed with gaining. Once connections in your brain are made, once a habit is formed, it will stay there forever. You can't un-learn it, it's your new default now. Especially with habits, a simple trigger such as feeling hungry or seeing food can be enough to make you gorge. It are those habits that will be the main drive behind your rapid weight gain.

2. Your fat cells keep multiplying. While they multiply as you gain weight, they're not broken down again as you lose weight (if you'd even manage or want to do so). This means that the more fat cells your body has, the higher the statistical likelihood that glucose will end up in them, making you gain weight back, or making you even fatter. This is the main driver behind the jojo effect.

3. Social changes. The fatter you get, the more you become involved in this community. Here, everybody wants you to get fatter. You keep exposing yourself to people like me who are set out to absolutely ruin your wasteline and make you pack on as much weight as possible. It's obvious that you'll cave eventually and spiral out of control even more. You'll also feel less and less guilty for getting this fat in the first place as you're constantly being praised for it.

4. No options for exercise. When you're 10 pounds overweight, it's somewhat easy to lose 5 pounds. You'll still be able to go to the gym, go for long walks, or get some exercise in other ways to burn off a few calories. But what if you're 50 pounds overweight? Everything is more difficult then, which makes losing weight more difficult as well. What about 100 pounds, or even 200 pounds? The fat will limit your options for exercise. Eventually, the best you can do is go for a short walk around the block, which would burn approx. 50 calories at best, or about ⅓ of a chocolate chip cookie.

5. An environment designed to fatten you. Once you're down deep enough, you'll have an environment designed to fatten you. It'll keep you entertained with mind numbing and worthless content, will trigger and encourage you to eat, will keep you horny and cumming a lot and it'll simply feel too good to give up. By this point, you'll have fetishized ruining yourself with fat.

Isn't that all you've ever wanted? Given how turned on you are now I'd take that as a yes. You know you'd love it so much if this all happened to you. You'd feel so ashamed to just let yourself go like that, but nothing could compare to the feeling of bliss you'd experience when feeling all those rolls of fat on your body.

You were still excited when the end tube pressed to your lips. Feeling it push your mouth open, a bubbling vulnerability to whatever was going to flow down your throat momentarily. It felt like your whole body loosened, a vessel waiting to be filled.

Then the shake started.

At first, you can taste it. Chocolate. Rich, creamy, so sweet sliding down your tongue while you swallow. While there’s still enough space to have some control. But that only lasts a few gulps.

Then the delicious, sugary shake builds up in your cheeks, flowing faster than you can chug it down. The growing strain on your cheeks distracts you from how fast your belly is starting to fill. Fullness approaching when the feeding has just begun.

Your face feels puffy as your mouth tightens around the funnel, your greedy maw pleasantly tight with as much caloric slurry as it can manage. There’s the faintest sensation of tension on the back of your mouth, then it releases and starts flowing down your throat.

Now your thoughts start to relax. The fullness reaches your belly. That big, greedy belly that just couldn’t wait to be funneled into total submission. Your stomach goes from full to overfilled to swollen. Then it’s your favorite part, when you feel the stretch in your belly, the little radiating tingle that means you’ve pushed yourself a little fuller than last time.

Then you’re achingly full, gorged to your body’s limit. You physically admit you’re nothing but an overblown balloon brimming with calories that will metabolize into soft, doughy fat. This is how you’re meant to be handled. No chewing, no thinking, just mindlessly fattened without concern.

You laze in the warm, full-body pleasure of being this full. Beached under the combined weight of your fat body and the strain of your overfilled belly. Useless beneath your greed, fully submitted to your gluttony as you’ve always craved.

Deep down you’ve known, haven’t you? That this was the bliss you always needed. The surrender to consumption, the intoxicating overwhelm of your obese body pushed to perfection.

But that’s why you love the funnel. The funnel feeds you into your best self. Your biggest self. Your most satisfied, overfed, indulgent self. All concerns subdued by calories. All purpose smothered by pounds. You’ll feed and grow like this forever. The food will always come. You don’t have to worry or think.

Just feed.

I'm sure they'll believe you.

Your tiny, fit girlfriend must be the reason you're ballooning by the day. Never mind that they see me at the gym almost every night. That I'm somehow immune to whatever has magic has ruined your once-slim figure.

You'll tell everyone it's my fault, I'll sigh softly that it's so hard to help you keep the weight off, and we'll see who they decide is telling the truth. The ever-fatter pig or his doting partner?

Let them waste their time wondering who's lying, so they never suspect it's both of us. You, keeping yourself constantly full even when I don't suggest it - and even when you're sure that I'll insist you look half-starved as soon as I see you. And me, pressing treat after treat against your lips every chance I get, keeping you stuffed and spoiled whenever I can.

This continues from the first part and is heavily inspired by @evermore-xxl's fantasy about her partner gaining a substantial amount of weight after taking an office job; their (non-feedist) partner @cryptidmothmen is also due some inspiration credit :)

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It’s his first morning working from home after he'd eaten himself too heavy for his office chair at work. Weeks of office-subsidized meals, an increasingly-ravenous appetite, and the gentle encouragement of his loving partner have ballooned his softening body out of his wardrobe several times over. Every big part of him has become even bigger. Every roll doubled. Every fold deepened. He’s sleeping in later than usual since he doesn’t have to commute, but a rumbling hunger in his belly still wakes him up earlier than his alarm.

His girlfriend is curled against his back, her arm wrapped around his side and resting against his sizable belly. She wakes up and sees he’s already scrolling a food delivery app for breakfast. Three breakfast sandwiches from a fast food place are queued, then a fourth. He hesitates a second, then adds a fifth. A coupon offer prompts a sixth. Six. The number alone has her mind buzzing; working out the calories would have her worked up in seconds. She stirs, her hand sliding from his belly to the thick rolls at his side, settling on his back where she gently rubs, letting her fingers catch on the newly-formed folds.

“Did you want something?” he asks, punching in his employer code that subsidizes the food and delivery so the cost is close to that of the workplace cafeterias; an additional benefit for those approved to work remotely. Those cheap, filling cafeteria meals have been the major contributor to his ballooning up nearly eighty-five pounds since earning his cushy, sedentary, office-based promotion ten months ago. Several sizes up in his clothes, gradually developing a habit for six or more meals per day, and one broken office chair later, it’s left him with some rather indulgent habits.

“I’m okay, you get your breakfast,” she says, squeezing him once more before watching his soft, swollen body start to maneuver itself to standing, the weight shifting and plopping and stacking until he’s on his feet. She hears him in the kitchen making himself a bagel, slathering it in cream cheese, to tide him over until his real meal arrives.

While he’s in the shower, she gathers up some snacks and sets them into a bowl on his desk, ensuring he’ll have plenty to eat without leaving the comfort of their second bedroom, now home office. Chips, cookies, pretzels, granola bars — everything a growing guy might want to munch on throughout the workday.

“Hey where did those new pants go?” he calls from the bedroom. She joins him, seeing him laying on the bed, his joggers mostly up his thighs, but stuck against the bottom of his belly and ass. She knows these are the bigger pants. She knows that just two weeks ago they’d fit him fine, but that his thighs have been taking the bulk of his extra weight these last couple weeks. Fortunately she’s planned ahead and has the next size up tucked away in the closet. He’s grateful, but a little too winded to fully express it as he shimmies the old ones off and slides the new, huge pair slide up his chunky, soft legs.

His latest work shirt, a 4XL, fits around his rounding torso… mostly. He thinks he’d managed to fully button it, but the lowest button is forced apart too much by his belly hang to be fastened. It’s too low down below the equator of his belly anyways, so he doesn’t even notice there’s a button down that far to try. He sits himself in his gaming chair, another recent purchase that’s heavily reinforced to stand up to his weight, though she notices that his sides and butt are oozing dangerously close to the sides already. He opens his laptop to start the day, but he's barely logged in before the doorbell rings. His thick arms make to push himself from the chair, but she’s quick to tell him she’ll retrieve the food, noticing how pleased he looks to just let his weight plop back down into his seat. It's like he's meant to be doted on, she thinks as she heads for the front door.

She brings him his first delivery and can tell how he's managing to eat so much during the day: he’s nearly perfected typing and scrolling on his laptop with one hand while using the other to eat. His bites are greedy and delighted, his mouth full as he chews and instinctively grins. She glances into the room a couple times over the next half hour, watching the pile of empty breakfast sandwich foil wrappers grow until a punctuating groan and belch tells her he’s finished his first proper meal. She toasts him another bagel, smothers it in cream cheese, and wordlessly drops it off for him with a peck on his cheek while she collects his discarded wrappers.

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So i accidentally wrote and fic under this so enjoy!

A BIG synopsis of my head cannon here is he’s always had a problem either his weight and self esteem issues. Led him to wearing large clothing, sweat shirts and not going outside much. But all changed when he met Farmer (Liv). She met him when he was out by his lake, asking to join him while she fished.

“Aren’t we all like skipping rocks over the water, eventually were all gonna sink”

“It isn’t about the sinking part, its about the skip”

“What do you mean?”

And the conversation lasted hours…

Afterward when it got dark, she ends up invited him over to cook to his she caught for both of them, well he ended up eating most of it.

Weeks go by and they get into the habit of meeting at their spot and having dinner. Sebastian hadn’t noticed any changes to himself compared to how he used to be.. just life seemed more… tolerable? Even if his waist band started to feel tighter.

Eventually they started hanging out with Sebby’s friends, Sam and Abiand getting close with all of them. As they were walking back home…

“Hey, wanna come hang at my room for a bit?”

Farmer smiled and agreed ofc, it was a wonderful night but as Sebby took off his hoodie, farmer caught a glimpse of his overhang, framed but the lifted brim of his shirt. Her face turned flush as she turned away.

What was that?

She didn’t think much as the night went on, playing video games and watching a movie.

Things moved forward fairly quickly after that, first kiss, dates and all that comes with… but all this eating and lounging was not doing well on Sebby’s psyche. On one hand, he’s the happiest hes ever been in his life, on the other hand… hes the heaviest. He stomach now comfortably hugged by his used to be oversized t’shirts, none of his skinny jeans fit and worst, his hoodies can’t even hide his tummy.

He stares in the mirror at himself.

How can she love me like this, I’m huge.

They had a date planned that evening with of course, her fabulous cooking. And OF COURSE it was his favorite, pumpkin soup.

He arrived at her place layered in a sweater and jacket over the top. She offered to hang it up but he declined, saying he’s got chills.

I thought he liked the winter cold?

They had dinner, Seb tried to atleast hold back alittle but fully gave into his comfort food and had two large bowls which left him sloshy and sluggish. He could feel his belly tight against the brim of his sweat pants and quickly adjusts it under his overhang when felt so relieving.

“Are you still hungry? There’s plenty left”

“No, no, that was so good honey but I’m full” how is she still offering me more after I just ate so much so fast it could have been mistaken as a competition.

He helped her clean up and wasted no time sprawling out on the couch. Liv close to follow grabbing the remote and at the end of the couch to prep for laying is what ever couch space is left after Sebby took up like 90% of it.

“Interstellar?”

“Yeah~”

Liv had already seen like 20 times but her focus was never gonna be on the movie.

As Sebby laid back, his left arm over his head to rest against which sequentially lifted his shirt. A alittle revealing his happy trail, plush and rising over waist band. Her face flush, she caught herself watching as it lifted and lowered with every one of his breaths.

Sebby felt a-little colder then hes used to on the couch and realized it directly corilated to Liv laying next to him. He looks up to see her staring, looking at his gut then once she meets his eyes, turns away.

A wave of pure distress washes over Seb, he blood tuns cold.

She just found out I’ve gotten fat

He quickly moved his sweater down to cover and leans up slightly.

“Hey hey whats wrong” in and extremely shaky voice just teetering on an edge waiting for her to land a heavy blow to his self worth.

“You just… you just look so hot right now.. I cant take it” saying this completely facing away from him, she would explode looking at him.

His gaze freezes in place looking at her, the silhouette of hands over her face.

“Are you serious?” In the softest tone he could muster, he was so everywhere in emotion, he couldn’t decide on which to focus on.

She turns around and nods, trying to keep her focus on his face and not his plump pecs pressing against the sweater.

“But… even with all this fat? ” his face tilting more to sadness as he looks down and grabs the side on his belly through the sweater.

For liv, this was like a dam bursting, she couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“Sweety…You’ve been getting hotter the fat you’ve gotten”

They both cover there mouth in unison.

“I can’t believe i just said that.” Said live is a soft tone.

“Me neither” Sebby also said matching her tone.

There was a very pregnant pause between them.

Sebby had to break the tense, he couldnt keep tell how embarrassed and horney his poor girlfriend was. He had to help.

“Wanna touch it”

He lifted his sweater a but revealing his so much soft belly then the last time she saw it a few months ago.

“Oh Sebby” she said in the most yearning voices

“Just be gentle, im so stuffed right now” as he leaned back and adjusted his seating, even looking alittle fatter with the way he arched his back slightly

“Of course baby, I’ll take good care of you”she couldn’t even finish her sentence before moving in front of him with his legs behind her.

She took her time moving up his shirt further, display more of her love on him. The upper belly clearly distended from all the soup and churning from and heavy cream she used in the recipe.

She began with sliding his hands to the side of his body, feeling the softness of his fat and the heaviness of his gut. Making small circles, large circles, some grabs slight giggles. All this while Sebby is a mix of fearfully on edge do to the strangeness of this but immensely inthralled with her warm silky hands messaging his dinner. He let out a strand burp which made his belly tense for a second which sent Liv a wave of heat through her body and down to her crotch.

She was trying to seem calm but he legs started to gently gitter which Sebby mistook for her being cold. He leaned up and grabbed the blanket on the top rim of the couch and gently threw it around the back on her and pulled her in with it.

“Lets cuddle” which she nodded too, not up for making to many decisions now with how overwhelmed she was.

She slid between the sliver on couch left between Sebbys side and love handles. Since the gate had been broken, he hand mysteriously found itself under the softness of his underbelly, cupping it in her hand.

“So this is gonna be the new normal now huh?”

“If you don’t want me to I can stop.” As he hand slightly lets go, she feels a large even warmer hand stop hers and move it back to its postion.

“No no, you feel really nice”

Having something he’s despised for so long be worshipped was like a drug to him. Seeing her reactions and nervousness about what she enjoyed… he couldn’t help but relate and want to make her happier.

-fin (for now)

Ever since I know you I have loved you with all my heart. I always wanted to get close to you and say hi but I was just the weird goth girl and you... you were always the personification of perfection, full of energy, charismatic... but why, why did you have to be so flirty with everyone...

I had to do something, you made me do this. You know how much I love you. I love you so much I took you with me and the best way to ensure you love me back and never ever leave my side was doing this to you, baby. I know you may think there was a better way to do it but was there? You are here with me, helpless, useless... broken.

I love you more now, I think you look a thousand times better and a thousand times heavier too... hehe. Mmm, look at all that soft, heavy flesh... your body so swollen and ruined for me. No one would even recognize you if I let you escape. I mean it’s not like you would be able to get far with that massive, wobbling obese body anyway... but those wanted signs have a whole different person from what I’m seeing right now. Your once perfect form buried under all this delicious fat I stuffed into you.

No one would love you now, just me. You no longer have a life out there, now all you have is me until your last breath. Don’t worry, I’m not in a rush. I want to enjoy every terrified yet dependent look on your face, hear you trying so desperately to grasp some air with your ruined lungs, seeing you try to move your fat wobbling obese body like if you still could do something... fuck, it makes me so wet watching you struggle like that.

I will feed you to an early death but I will enjoy every second I have. Every bite, every whimper, every heavy gasp as I push more into you... You’re mine now, all mine. Open up, my perfect, broken love.

You love gluttony. You need it not to be forced, not put on for your benefit, but to be its own kind of unignorable compulsion.

You’re good at spotting this quality in people, this certain insatiability… and you’ve come to need it.

You first noticed he had this essential quality about him on your first date. You replayed the image of how quickly he scarfed down his carbonara over and over again as you lay in bed that night.

Feeling the heat swell in between your legs as you remember how he smirked at you as he walked you home; he tilted his head and asked “So you like chubby guys, huh?”

You blush in embarrassment at your own over-enthused reply, “Yes, actually I prefer them!”

He has no idea just how deep it goes…

In reality, you need hunger that can be likened to lust — innate and animalistic.

"I'm still hungry" you say to yourself, after finishing what should have been a big meal. You really shouldn't have more, you've been gaining a few pounds. But then again why shouldn't you keep eating, if you're hungry? That's your body telling you that you need more…

"I'm hungry again," you mutter to yourself, so soon after finishing your meal. The fridge feels so far away when you're this full, but you can tell you're not too full to heave yourself up and get a snack. You really ought to cut back, but it's hard to think about anything else once you start thinking about food…

"I'm not even hungry," you admit to yourself, finding your way to the kitchen again so soon after eating, pulling more treats out of your cabinets. "Snacks" and "meals" don't really mean anything anymore. It's just a constant stream of food filling you up, barely any time to enjoy what you eat as you cram bite after bite into your straining, overstretched stomach…

"Oh god, I'm so hungry," you whimper to yourself, waking up in the middle of the night, reaching over your bloat and bulk only as far as your bedside table to find something sweet to placate your immense appetite a little longer. Going more than a couple hours without eating just isn't realistic at this point, not at your size…

"You're hungry, aren't you?" your feeder tells you, pushing another bite of your favorite takeout to your lips. You can practically feel yourself getting fatter as you chew, but you ignore the intense, bloated feeling in your stomach and the itching of your stretch marks, too enamored with never worrying for more than a few seconds when the next bite is coming…

"Are you still hungry?" your feeder asks, patting your soft, swollen belly, which has really gotten inconveniently heavy at this point, hasn't it? Pinning you down like this...

You realize that you don't even know anymore. You haven't actually been hungry in a while, have you? You've just trained yourself to eat and eat and eat, losing all sense of whether your body can handle another bite, nevermind whether it needs more food…

But you just going to keep eating and eating, aren't you? You'll keep stuffing and gorging, no matter how heavy you get.

literally- just eating whatever you please when you please because you feel like it. if something tastes good, you keep eating it, even if you’re feeling a little full because you want to savor the taste.

the best meals are heavy and homey and cozy and best when piping hot, filling a soft tummy with the warmest heft.

and oh my gosh- getting into bed after one of those hot, filling, dinners? taking off your bra and your pants, slipping into the biggest, loosest t shirt you can find, and fully relaxing into the fluffy warm blankets and pillows -

soft groans of complete satisfaction and maybe a bit of over indulgence, just the point where it feels like pure pleasure. completely unable to keep your hands off your softened gut. soft burps slipping from your lips and you relax fully, maybe you blush to yourself, maybe you sigh in relief.

haze starts to overtake but that’s okay because you’ve got no where to be.

no obligations

no responsibilities

no expectations