Taffer Boy

Pretend you're not into being fat and indulging your appetite.

But you wanted a feeder. So, what did you expect?

I'm like a vampire: once you open your door to me... you're cursed. I'm going to be there, cooking for you, ordering for you, feeding you, stuffing you.

You can pretend all you want. But YOU opened the door, big boy.

You chose the right feeder. You sit on your recliner with your belly filling up your lap. You're huge to begin with... it just means we have more time to turn you into an amorphous blob of obesity.

You say you're hungry and want to order food. This is where I come in. I insist that we have food at home; we're not going to waste money. I prepare everything we have, and you eat. Once there is food in front of you, you can't stop. Even if you don't feel hungry... if it's there, you need to treasure the taste, succumb to all the positive sensations.

It doesn't take long for you to finish. You burp, proving to me that you're full.

Here comes the next step. I haven't eaten. I don't eat much, but I still need something. And, uh oh, you've eaten everything in the house. It looks like we're going to have to get a delivery order anyway.

I start ordering food. I could have done this when you first asked, but if I did, then... how would I get you to clean out the food already in the house?

I add things you love to the cart. We pretend I'm just getting food for me. But you know I can't eat all of it. You also know I'm ordering your favorites.

Once it's delivered. I have a couple bites, then there's the excuse of, "Oh, this won't reheat well. You should finish it so it doesn't go to waste."

And 100% of the time, you do exactly as you're told.

You can pretend all you want. But your actions tell me that you're a desperate feedee... constantly craving calories.

dating is so hard these days, e.g.

when I walk up to a group of guys to pursue ✨ my dream of landing the fat friend✨ in a group of regular/fit guys, I just get bellyblocked again by all his friends who think I wanna talk to them.

when I try to make contact with a handsome fatty at the gym, I'm either getting bellyblocked by his skinny friend who for some reason won't ever let my object of desire go on his own or

when I manage to strike up conversation, he'll tell me about his weight loss plans within the first two minutes to justify his fat existence (breaking my heart, rude).

when I explicitly say I want a big guy, people keep misunderstanding me as wanting a wide bodybuilder and yeah, kind of... just the kind who's building a landscape for me to lie on and relax my muscles. So I guess this is hermeneutical bellyblocking.

when most fatties I meet lack confidence, no matter if they're actively trying to lose weight or not, so they're bellyblocking everyone by default.💔

But nothing can compare to being fattened up, to have an audience that desires to see you blow up as much as you desire it, or better yet, to have a sweet feeder that dotes on you and your growing body.

Someone to grab at your extra softness and admire the amazing work you've done at fattening yourself up, only to tell you how much they want to fatten you up some more, to leave new stretchmarks on you and make you carry new pounds on your already plush frame.

The sweetest of pleasures, having a feeder to push you and having a feedee that desires the exact same and even more. Wouldn't you like to have that? For me to mark you with my desire, to see you fatten up by my own hand, for you to grow plumper under my gentle care and loving praise, to shape you as my feeder heart desires, shower you in affection every time you get to milestone and celebrate it with a massive feast.

like, public is one thing. strangers you'll never see again. but the stakes are higher being caught by soneone you'll see every day for who knows how long.