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I am a person with niche kinks and preferences looking for a secure relationship. This blog is a space for me to express myself sexually. I don’t wanna be an online feeder dominatrix.

Non-standard sexuality shouldn’t have to be just something that people engage in with money involved and sadly, many are using transactional relations to lead a double life.

This is another multi-part feedist fiction story. It is about a female feeder/FFA and a male feedee who bought an old farm in Southeastern Europe where they live and hold feedist retreats, seminars and workshops. The feedee is quite submissive, there are some sketchy manipulation and cnc vibes in this while it’s still romantic and cute, they are living a shared dream. part I

It will contain: feedism, fat admiration, weight gain, conditioning, trough feeding, dominance/submission, force feeding, funnel feeding, cnc, manipulation, voyeurism, fluff, romance

You had to take a break to catch your breath next to the bed right after entering the feeding room, but before you could rest your body by leaning against the solid bed frame, you felt me running the whip across your ass cheeks to give you a heads up of how we were gonna do this today. The first whiplashes followed within two seconds and you squealed like a proper piggy. “Shhh Baby, it’s alright. I’m not gonna hurt you as long as you eat for me, you know that. Just do what you’re here for, let me feed you fatter so you become more perfect for me every day. You can rest at your trough. Now move your fat ass!”, I commanded you and whipped you one more time simply because I wanted one more squealing noise from you. My wish came true and I smiled towards the mirror glass - this was an excellent start for our guests. 

You dragged your jiggling fat to the trough, looked at me for approval to start and I gently pushed your head down before kissing it. I must’ve gotten bigger pans for my pies again, this half a lemon pie was for sure what others would perceive as a whole. You were wise enough not to point it out. I could misunderstand that as complaining and that was prohibited! You were simply proud of my progress as well, but you didn’t want to interfere with my control of the situation. I caressed and grabbed your back rolls while you ate hands-free with your face deep in the trough. “Such a good boy! I am so so proud of you, you look the prettiest when you eat for me. I am so lucky to have you and will always stay with you as long as you keep stuffing your face. Yes, just like that, that’s my perfect piggy”, I whispered to you while you were busy chewing and swallowing, still salivating because I might’ve added another supplement to your morning shake to help make your daily experience even more mouth-watering. You started to rock your hips back and forth and I stopped you by grabbing your love handles. “Yes yes, I know stuffing your face is making you hard again but you haven’t had enough calories to cum yet. It’s either 3000 calories or a higher number on the scale in the morning. Behave.”

After you were done with what was in the trough, I let you sit in front of the mirror wall. “Do you see how full your moobs are looking, Darling? Squeeze them for me, look at yourself while you do it. Show me the fat you put on for me lately. You look fantastic! I know moving is getting harder as you grow, but isn’t it so worth it? Yes, grab your belly like that, what a beautiful fat apron, I love how it’s just there on the floor between your legs now. That’s how I want you”, I kept praising you as I made you give our seminar participants a little show. They must be going crazy right now and you were happily looking at us in the mirror. 

I stood up and got some pieces of chocolate out of my apron pocket. “On your knees, piggy! Reach for your snacks!” You grunted while shifting around again, but did as I told you and pushed you head up so everyone got a great view of your double chin from the side. The leash was still tied to the trough, but long enough for you to reach for the chocolate and letting me place it on your tongue before you took it in while keeping eye contact with me. I wanted to see the look in your eyes, always begging for more when you could barely function like a normal human being with all that lard engulfing your body. I kept you successfully addicted to food, my sweet praise and orgasms after stuffing you so full you were close to passing out every time. 

“Good piggy! I’m so proud of you. What do you say, is it time for your shake?”, I asked. You nodded eagerly, your double chin jiggling as you moved your head as much as you still could. “Yes, please. Please feed me my shake, I’m still so hungry, I know I’m not full enough yet. Make me fatter, I want to grow for you to make you happy..”, you eagerly responded.

I opened your collar and helped you off the ground - that was becoming a real challenge at this point and you weren’t the only one sweating before we got you back on your feet. I helped you get into a comfortable position in the feeding bed, absolutely loving that I had fattened you into this wonderful shape in which the most comfortable position for you was neither lying nor sitting but something in between where your fat wouldn’t crush your lungs and you were upright enough to eat. Your mouth was watering again and you wondered if you had always done it this much. But how could you not if my cooking and baking was always so delicious! I cleaned your face a little bit and smiled as I noticed it. 

I climbed onto one of your massive thighs, kissed you and enjoyed the familiar sugary sweet taste of your mouth. After handing you the funnel and supporting your head with a pillow in the right position, I got the big jug of thick creamy milkshake and started pouring. You had become so good at this, such an expert! And you loved the feeling of the liquid rapidly filling your stomach. We took a break for me to rub your belly and tell you that I wouldn’t wanna live without this ever again. You pulled me in by placing one of your swollen hands on my back. “I’m here to make you happy. You wanted to own my body, you do now and I wouldn’t want it any other way”, you told me. I blushed and smiled brightly. Maybe I should tell you that we didn’t actually have privacy right now, but I enjoyed showcasing this pure and romantic submission of a feedee to his feeder’s desires. 

One of your thighs could be the size of my waist, would love that for us

This is another multi-part feedist fiction story. It is about a female feeder/FFA and a male feedee who bought an old farm in Southeastern Europe where they live and hold feedist retreats, seminars and workshops. The feedee is quite submissive, there are some sketchy manipulation and cnc vibes in this while it’s still romantic and cute, they are living a shared dream. Part II

It will contain: feedism, fat admiration, weight gain, conditioning, trough feeding, dominance/submission, force feeding, funnel feeding, cnc, manipulation, voyeurism, fluff, romance

You had been excited all day since I told you earlier today that we were gonna do another special feeding session this afternoon. It was a demonstration for our newly arrived guests, but you didn’t exactly know all the details about that. You just knew these special feedings were awesome and left you blissfully stuffed in a food coma and your balls as empty as your belly was full. Was I filming parts of it? You had decided not to ask - if there was anything weird going on, it felt too good to stop now.

We had gone for a little outing this morning to get you to the local hairdresser . This place was quite remote, but the community still offered everything we needed and it was only half an hour to the beach as well. The people in the village didn’t find men with big beer bellies next to rather stylish women unusual, but they hadn’t seen a proper hog like you were since you had reached 200 kg. We had bought the farm shortly thereafter and finished it in record time thanks to generous donations of our fans and community members eagerly awaiting our feedist programs and retreats.

The hair salon was run by an elderly lady and her son who ended up taking half an hour to properly shape your beard around your thick double chin. I fed you white chocolate cashew cookies and gave you a soda during the break I had requested in advance for between the haircut and the beard grooming. The elderly lady laughed about my display of affection and joked that I was taking enough care for three of you. Her son didn’t quite understand and probably wondered why he hadn’t managed to find a woman to leave this village and her mother’s salon when this obscenely obese, heavily breathing glutton of a man had charmed such a lovely woman.

Your hair and beard turned out great but I would have thought so anyway since I loved your hair and still thought your face was a combination of every feature I had ever found beautiful. We tipped them generously and stopped to stock up on groceries on the way home.

You still hadn’t tried all the sweets and snacks in the local supermarkets, there were so many of them! Countless chocolate wafers, gummies and cream-filled mini pastries and their ice cream selection was seriously impressive. You normally waddled obediently and slowly next to me, but at the supermarket, your fatty instincts kicked in and you somehow managed to get your fat fingers on every high-calorie item at once. We can get it all, Babe! I know you’re hungry and I could never say no to you. I collected cheesecake, brownie and shake supplies, a bunch of crisps in different flavours, several crates of soda and some normal food for myself as well. The produce here was always fresh and tasted great! You didn’t care as much about it, but I did use plenty of it when I cooked for you as well and you liked all of it.

I got horny thinking about the obscene amount of sugar and fat I was gonna make you eat, feed you, push your face into while you were on all fours, shove into your reddened face and funnel into your already stretched out body. I knew you’d still beg me to feed you even then. You had unlearned saying you‘re too full - there was no such thing for you, there was only pure bliss whenever you overate and you knew nothing made me as helplessly drawn to you as your cascading lard rolls, your endless appetite and lust for me feeding you more, and always more, your readiness to cater to my deepest desire to own you, fatten you, make you heave around a body big enough to paint a picture of how much you made me feel.

I knew I had conditioned you over the years to feel exactly this warm rush of endorphins with the food coma fast approaching by getting you off exactly in that exact moment every single time and by being the sweetest, most affectionate version of myself, but you wanted to be trained like I wanted to make you mine. So now you were longing for me to fill you every day, to straddle you in your feeding bed or on the sofa and fill your greedy mouth for hours on end while rubbing your belly, whispering in your ear that you don’t have to be skinny ever again, I would always just find you hotter as you get fatter, you‘re making me so proud, such a perfect model piggy for all others.

When we arrived back on the farm, I helped you out of the car and parked you on the sofa with another soda, got you two pieces of chocolate cake from the kitchen and went to carry our groceries inside. You were breathing so heavily when you finally got to sit down again and your knees were creaking, my poor baby! Less movement for you the next few days.

I briefly went to the seminar room where several future hogs and they feeders were getting ready for todays demo feeding. Some of the younger ones idolised you quite a bit, they wanted to be you - be as well-trained as you, opening their greedy mouths without limits like you, as handsome of a hog like you and of course, as fat as you. I knew some of the feeders were rather jealous of me and they for sure got off on having seen you eat in the afternoon when they tried to be with their smaller fatties later in the night.

The images of your blob-shaped body in seated position with your fat legs spread far apart by an even bigger hanging belly, your moobs towering above it, your useless flabby arms with those adorable sausage finger hands and the look on your face somewhere between greed, mindlessness and yearning for approval from me..those impressions were for sure not going fade anytime soon. I occasionally doubted the ethics of our business model because while the feedees seemed to learn a lot and usually showed rapid successes in their gains and behaviour, it may have destabilised some feeder’s desires for their own piggies. Especially those were sure to return though, since they basically paid for the live porn of watching me feed you in our special feeding room next to the guesthouse.

The wall facing the end of the bed in this feeding room was made of one-way mirror glass behind dark velvet curtains. I opened them only after getting everything reading for our sessions and you enjoyed being able to see me sitting on top of you - that mirror had been such a good idea of me! I hadn’t been too clear about what kind of mirror it was and that there were some other piggies in training with their feeders behind it who could see you. They were eager to learn from us and you did the presentations and workshops with me, so I always assumed you wouldn’t mind anyway, but I didn’t want you to get stage fright when people found these practical demonstrations so helpful and any program that included these sold out the same day.

You also liked having an additional bedroom to get fed in so we would never have crumbs in our regular bed and only did the morning shake and non-crumbly foods there. It was the perfect system - all regular meals on the sofa like you were used to, shakes and cheesecakes in the kitchen or our normal bedroom, special stuffings and funnel feedings often in the feeding room. It had a built-in trough just in front of that big mirror so you could see how your moobs and belly dropped to the floor when you got on all fours to eat. I had really outdone myself in designing this room, what a feedist paradise.

I sat down next to you on the sofa after I was done with our groceries and rested my head on one of your fleshy moobs. I could hear your heart try hard to keep pumping enough blood through all your layers of body fat. What a trooper! I knew we were putting you through a lot health-wise, but we couldn’t stop and we’re doing better than ever since we both had decided to let go. You had become what you were always meant to be - unrecognisably fat, spoiled, docile and happy every day of your life.

I gently grabbed your love handle on my side and rubbed your belly slowly. As you felt my tight body pressed into your softness, you let out a soft moan.

"Do you want another raspberry or oreo shake today, babe? And chicken burgers or those smash burgers you had last week? Dessert is pancakes and lemon pie", I asked you while I knew you were getting hard again. I had already sucked you off after today’s weigh-in when you were up another 5lbs and made you cum again after breakfast to get you nice and glowy for going outside. "Shh Sweetie, you gotta eat a lot for me first. I know your dick is buried somewhere in that fat pad begging to get out again, but I will only take care of it today if you‘ll be an extra good piggy for. Maybe you’ll get off before dessert even so I can push that into your cute mouth while you’re all empty headed and exhausted.“

You let out a frustrated grunt and shoved your chubby hand into the snack basket next to you to both eat something to deal with the frustration as well as show me that you would always eat for me like you had promised. We ordered chicken burgers, I made over a litre of oreo shake, produced a mountain of pancakes and got out the lemon pie while you watched some TV and kept on snacking instinctively.

You were a bit surprised to feel the collar around your neck when I approached you from behind, but you would never try to resist. What bad could happen? Your feeder wanting to feed you, who was into getting fed? Oh no, how terrible! Sure, you had long surpassed your limit, I was filming you quite a lot for content, but we needed to pay for the farm somehow, so you never really questioned what I did to make it happen and it seemed to work well, so..

You heard the leash connect to the collar and started shifting your body around to potentially get up and follow me to the feeding room. I laughed at your four rather sorry attempts to get up on your own but would always let you try, so I could watch this, it was my favourite daily show. You started to sweat, got out of breath quickly and fell back your wide ass again. "I could use your help, do you think you can do some weightlifting at home?", you cheekily asked for my assistance and I decided to have mercy on you and pulled you back onto your feet. Gosh, your cankles were ridiculously swollen, it was such a sexy look. We kissed and smiled about me having to help you get up having become such a regular event.

It’s innocent and playful until you understand that the performance has a real purpose - keeping you fat, getting you to grow a little fatter for me so I‘ll get my fix of lard to grab, thighs almost too wide to sit on your lap (and therefore wanting it even more), a double chin to adore, and a massive hanging belly to drop onto my abs right before you smother me.

I want to hear the slap as you give me what I need. I need to feel how heavy you are. I need to breathe as heavily as you do all the time for just a moment. I need you to eat for me because I can‘t get under you if you don’t want your greed under my control.

Conversations about weight goals and limits in feedism are funny. It’s two fat-loving people agreeing on a somewhat reasonable/delusional limit prior to getting horny.

Then they get horny

which inevitably leads to mutual fantasising about surpassing said limit and getting off on pushing boundaries while letting it be blissfully unclear whether that was just fantasy talk in order to not destroy the fantasy for future use.

This feedist fiction about a European feedress and an American male feedee is very long and set somewhere in the US midwest. I will post it in several parts. Part VI is the final one! part V

In general for all parts: female feeder/male feedee, ffa fluff and romance, relationship, feedism, car stuffing, food fair, body worship, slight public play, stuffing

When we arrived at the parking space for the lakeside beach, it wasn’t really crowded - just a couple of cars and two motorcycles. I took our small cooler box with some drinks I packed this morning and our beach bag from the trunk while you were gruntingly heaving yourself out of the car again. 

The path to the beach was narrow, I let you walk in front of me and was gifted with a nice view of your wide backside to go with your heavy breathing. Should I feel a bad for what I made you do to your body? Maybe. I‘d get you a tracker to monitor your heart rate, maybe we should be careful and I was taking you swimming after all! I sure loved you being habitually lazy and never wanted to make you feel like you had to change and "you gotta work out a little, Baby“ wasn’t what you wanted your literal feeder to say to you but I was trying to implement some kind of movement into your routine. You still liked swimming, so I took you to the indoor pool sometimes, which came with the opportunity to show you off and reward you with fries. You weren’t there to lose weight after all, I just wanted you to stay healthy and live long. Going to the sauna afterwards was especially great as people got to see us naked together and I wanted that, fulfilling my desire to not only show off your body but to some degree also get to make my sexuality visible to the public felt freeing.

For now, I was staring at your giant ass wobbling in front of me and your thighs rubbing which made you waddle even harder on the uneven ground. My fantasies got a little out of hand when I saw you move like this..sure, I wouldn’t really want immobility for you but you being too fat to walk was such a huge turn on. Even then, I couldn’t stop spoiling you, I would wanna serve you so bad, make your days revolve around simple pleasures, massage your rolls and folds, praise and kiss you, whatever the piggy prince wants, he should get in return for getting so fat for me. Have your lard take up a kingsize bed, it’s how the prince becomes a king. He must be big enough to take the crown, so the one obligation you would have would be to eat. I‘d have to force you at first because you‘d be scared of your new situation, but Honey, we don’t do doubts. Hey, no I won’t use the taser again if you promise to behave like a good docile little toy. Don’t worry, you just gotta stay fat enough. Extra points if you stuff yourself with the snack supply while I’m away. Don’t disappoint me. Shh..it‘ll be alright, open your pretty mouth and stop resisting so I can cram more calories down your throat. 

Wow, so much for daydreaming about a world in which immobility wouldn’t come with massive downsides and being out and about with you was far too nice to miss out on it. We got to live so much of our fantasies, I wouldn’t complain about things that were simply incompatible with living a happy life. And if I wanted you to not move, I could always stuff you and tie you down, you were practically begging for it all the time anyway. Maybe I just came up with a plan for this evening!

You changed into your swimming shorts under the bathing towel and we touched up our sunscreen. You made sure to massage it in thoroughly, especially on my legs. I had some cellulite there, they had always been big and those things just never go away - you‘d be the last person to mind and I knew you loved those thunder thighs. "I think there’s a spot missing", you commented before firmly grabbing my ass and greasing up the area right under my butt cheeks. It took all my composure to not moan loudly on the beach as I was so easily aroused when you touched me like this. I got a nice little back massage with you making sure my back tattoo was thoroughly protected. 

We waited a few minutes before entering the water and I was surprised how cold it was. You laughed about me getting goosebumps and my nipples being entirely visible through my bikini top. You got right into the water, splashing in graciously as a hippo and started swimming surprisingly fast when I had barely managed to submerge myself up to my chest because I was still in shock from the temperature difference. You swam back up to me, put your feet on the ground and hugged my with your soft, warm body. "Ooh poor Baby, are you cold? You know solid insulation helps tremendously, let me share mine“, you said while giving me a solid underwater bear hug that felt like you‘d crush me but it helped with my freezing body. I finally managed to move normally and got warmer pretty quick. You turned on your back and your fat helped you float on the surface of the lake reflecting the sunlight. 

I swam two rounds before I got out again, you stayed in a bit longer and thus blessed me with the beautiful sight of you emerging from the lake, your shorts clinging to your fat thighs, love handles bulging out, all your rolls jiggling tremendously and your moobs bouncing prominently on top of your protruding gut that I had managed to fatten up to my liking today. What a success! 

My skin dried quickly in the sun and as you laid down next to me. I placed my head on your fat arm, rolled on my side and cuddled up to you so I would have your moob in my face and put my arm around your soft belly. You started getting beautifully sweaty again while I was enjoying the late afternoon sun dress the landscape around us in a golden veil. We napped for a bit and went for another swim. When you got out again, I remembered to take a photo of you cheekily playing with your belly for a second when nobody was looking. I passed you a soda when you plopped back down next to me and watched in awe as the liquid made sure your figure would stay stretched out and your blood sugar would go up to set you up for a drop that would make you hungry again on our way home.

This feedist fiction about a European feedress and an American male feedee is very long and set somewhere in the US midwest. I will post it in several parts. part IV, part VI

In general for all parts: female feeder/male feedee, ffa fluff and romance, relationship, feedism, car stuffing, food fair, body worship, slight public play, stuffing

We decided to take some more photos standing up before we‘d get back to the car. I helped you up again and you had apparently had similarly great feelings from stuffing yourself and watching my reaction. You pulled me in close and we kissed. I could feel you had gotten hard in your shorts - your overhang was gonna hide it mostly but gosh, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you somewhere more private. You were so big and your chub was rubbing against my sensitive skin when you were fucking me. It made me a bit sore at times but I wouldn’t trade every first moment of you pushing into me for anything. It would reliably make me gasp because your size hurt for a few seconds in the best way imaginable. For all the health concerns that might come with feeding you, I wondered whether desire to be ended by you thrusting your big dick into me would at least count for a mental health concern. So technically we were even! 

We walked past the couple who had watched you struggle to get off the bench but they seemed to be having a good time now as well - they were kissing and almost making out in the queue for the churros. The tattooed lady behind the counter looked at them longingly. We got to a small garden area with an impressive number of sunflowers blooming on a patch that wasn’t even that big. Another couple was taking photos of each other and we went over and offered to take some of them together. They were probably in their early 60s, she had a lip piercing with a little diamond in it and he was how I had imagined the American Dad types with New Balance sneakers, both of them were just casually big. They bumped into each other while trying to find the right position. 

 "Alright, thank you. So before my wife makes me pose for her dog grooming business because she cut my hair today, do you guys want some pics as well?", he said. "Yeah sure, thanks for offering!“, I said and handed him my phone. "Big guy a little more to the left, I need to get both of you into the frame. Yes, that’s good. Look at the camera not your boyfriends body, young lady!“, he said before his wife grabbed his love handles for a second and gave him a kiss on his shoulder. "Bob, you know how hard that is!", she defended me. 

Was my boyfriend looking as perfect in these pics as he looked to me right now? I had watched him get stuffed for hours today since we left the house and all I wanted for our pictures was to stand there like the proudest fish guy and show off my gloriously fattened partner. He was looking a little exhausted but smiled like a good boy, so stuffed, so docile from the heat, the fat, the sugar rushes and crashes. Bob managed to take several photos in typical boomer man-style that I had hoped for: others would say unflattering, I‘d say ideal because when you want someone to look fat and sweaty, young women aren’t the photographers you’re looking for. We thanked the two of them and slowly made our way back to the car.

When we arrived at your car, someone had parked too close, it would’ve been impossible for you to squeeze in. We had to find the service desk and let whoever had parked next to us be called via megaphone with their license plate info. You were so embarrassed to cause such but I took care of the situation and held your hand through it. Three men in their early 20s approached - they were looking pretty ripped, wearing tank tops and shorts, it made you even more nervous. I on the contrary, wasn’t nervous at all because they reminded me of people I saw at the gym all the time. They would hang out there with their friends all the time, I thought it was nice that they used the gym as a third space when those had become so rare and I loved hearing them celebrate some bench PR even though I couldn’t care less about an exercise - happiness was important for everyone. 

"Oh wow, sorry man, we didn’t mean to interfere with your bulk and our buddy Luke here just got this car last week", they said to you. "Sorry for the inconvenience, thanks for helping me out of this or rather in..gosh, it’s a bit embarrassing, I know I‘m pretty big, you couldn’t have known, so sorry..", you said and my heart sank for a second because you obviously weren’t feeling as confident as before. "What do you mean bro, Shawty over here sure looks like she’s having a great time with ya and it’s really not a big deal, Luke needs to practice parking this thing and bro, you can always hit the gym and change something if you want to!", the baby-faced and curly-haired guy with ridiculously big arms said like golden retriever trying to get you to play with him. "Yeah uhm, thanks for moving your car and thank you for the advice, but I think I‘m good. You know she needs some weight to lift at home and that‘d be me", you shut him down and I laughed, proud of your witty comeback. "What can I say, I think bulking looks great on a man!“, I chimed in for support, hugged you from the side and kissed you on your bright red cheek. 

As you were getting into the car, I heard the boys talk for a moment longer as they walked back to the market. „Broo, did you see that? I think she was into that for real for real!“, one of them exclaimed. "Like she looked built af though, like how‘d he pull her?! You think he got money or sum?", the broccoli hair guy replied. "Nah, she wanted that fat guy D. My cousin in Mexico is fat as hell, too and you should see how his wife is all over him and she’s a baddie! I think women they like them teddy bears sometimes", the third one commented. "So you think it’s normal to see a teddy bear, grow up and be like 'now I‘mma fuck a dude who looks like him', women man..or maybe we should do cheat days more often??".."Hell naw, I‘m not gonna get fat for some weird ass chick.."

I got pretty distracted listening to their conversation but it started to fade into the background as they walked further away and you had settled into the car, not really wondering what I was doing - you knew I was watching you get in first and then you checked you phone for a moment and looked up the route to the lake. As I got into the car, you put your phone away again and we looked at each other for a moment and then we both smiled brightly. "Thanks for having my back, Babe. I think those are are now pretty confused but at least they found what might be an interesting topic to discuss", you reflected on what just happened. "Oh, they were talking about us. Wondering more about me though, I told you this would happen - when something’s not normal and there’s a man and a woman involved, the woman is by default more responsible, so it is her character they need to analyze or judge“, I said a bit melancholic. "Yeah sure, like I was legit afraid they were gonna judge me more for being fat but they were actually pretty polite and nice. I wouldn’t say they weren’t nice to you either, or did they say something I didn’t catch?", you asked. "Nothing bad, really. They were wondering why women would be into fat guys, it’s just that they accept you being fat more than they accept me being into it“, I explained. "Haven’t thought about it like that before but yes, I feel like that could be true. Sooo may I ask how accepted you felt today by your boyfriend who is right now stuffed to the gills for you? May I ask whether you wish to watch this luscious hog bathe in cold lake waters? Heard he’s feeling rather warm in that extra plush body of his" - you were good at stopping me from overthinking, I so appreciated this quality about you.

The way to the lakeside beach was scenic even if I didn’t get to look outside the whole time. As soon as you had fastened your seatbelt, I was practically melting again and you knew why I was rather quiet: I was staring at your belly, bulging out of the seatbelt, jiggling here and there and your body being too big for the seat. When you sat back, your rolls spilled over the backrest while the fabric of your shorts was really being tested for its stretchability. Your shirt kept riding up over your belly button and now that we were alone, you didn’t bother to pull it back down. My goodness, you were unbelievably hot! Your arms fascinated me, I loved how you still had rather broad shoulders, fat flabby upper arms and then those smaller soft forearms that were showing the lack of any straining physical activity in your life. My assessment of your strength tended to be a bit opportunistic - I liked how strong you could be when you had momentum, when you were throwing me around in bed but I also admired how weak you could be when it came to carrying or lifting your arms after a long and filling day. I knew they were heavy and you didn’t need to move if you didn’t want to, just ask me, call for me to service you, my little fat prince. I‘m gonna take care of you and you will grow your a waistline  by growing so much more complacent. 

It was hypnotizing for me, it made me weak in the knees to see you this full and happily showing off like a good piggy. I noticed you pulling over before we  and parking at the beginning of a little forest area. 

You looked at me with pleading eyes and quietly said to me "please, I need to cum". I was proud and instantly turned on every time you used this privilege because I wanted you to not think too much when your stuffed belly was pressing down on your cock, you should never question this feeling, just act on it, get hard for me and numb your little mind with sexual gratification after eating too much. Connect overeating with pleasure always, this was an ideal learning opportunity for you and you had recognized it yourself, such a good piggy working on his own toy transformation! You reclined your seat and adjusted it to move further back, I climbed over and sat on your lap to rub your belly, groped your moobs, grabbed all of you with my greedy hands, kissed you and whispered "you know you got into this car with extra effort, I wonder how much longer you’re gonna fit into it at all. But that would be a shame, wouldn’t it..we need to be able to transport your lard vessel to the nearest drive through, get a couple burgers and fries before your girlfriend gets to feed you at home. Did you think I wouldn’t notice the wrappers? Baby, I would never be mad at you for cheating on your gaining diet with even more fattening food! I applaud your appetite, you should be rewarded for putting in the extra work. Tell me, how did it feel to stuff yourself just to be stuffed by me half an hour later?", I teased you. Your face turned red again but you also couldn’t think clearly as I was slowly rubbing your dick through your shorts. "I‘m sorry, I was hungry on my way home and uhm, you know I like burgers a lot. Thank you for understanding, I promise I‘ll let you know next time, I‘ll take a video if you want to..", you tried to argue.

"Shhh honey, I don’t wanna hear it. Never apologize for eating more food. In fact, I want you leaking every time you give into your cravings, let yourself be free. I just know I‘ll up your calories. Good luck fitting in any extras, but as if I'd ever complain about you being too eagerly obese. And I know you need to cum because gorging yourself all day turned you on so bad. I mean you were into this before, but I do give myself credit for making you this beautifully needy every time the fried fast food greases up your body from the inside  and the sugar rush fries your little piggy brain. You know food addiction is not a bad thing, it’s a prime mechanism for making both of us feel pleasure. And your cock swelling under the weight of your gut is exactly what I want you to feel. Yes, get horny every time other people would get a belly ache. I will take care of you, come here..", I kept whispering to you before pulling your rock hard dick out of your shorts, stroking it some more before covering it in saliva, sucking at the tip for a second, playing with my tongue and finally, pushing it deep into my mouth.

I know you already ate yourself to over 320 lbs, but you know I will always want you fatter. If it wasn’t for me wanting to parade you around outside, I wouldn’t care, I‘d greatly enjoy stuffing your unrecognisably swollen face at double your current weight. I‘d get off on your belly hanging to your knees, if you could still stand up then. I would find it hot if you couldn’t.

Just a massive blob, impatiently waiting for me in his reinforced bed for his third feeding of the day - your second breakfast after your wake up funneling and of course, first breakfast. You‘d shift your lard around to show me your jiggles, you know how much I love it. You can’t do much more than make these hypnotic lard roll waves and wiggle your weak doughy arms a bit to show me how excited you are to be fed again. It’s all your favourites in one meal again, it’s greasy, salty and then a lot of sugar and I‘ll dotingly place every bite in your mouth as you struggle to breathe in between bites.

Be a good boy for me. A good fat boy, letting me fatten him into this bed and never out of it again. You’re the prettiest thing when you’re panting and sweating at the end of another feeding session and still ask me if there will be another cake today. Every day honey. You don’t have to ask me to dig out your buried cock from inside your fleshy fupa. You know I‘ll take care of it towards the end of each feeding.

When I‘m at work, I‘ll set you up with an extra snack table right next to you containing four meals worth of calories for a normal person, a litre of shake and a crate of sodas. I‘ll turn on the toy I placed between your legs, gently vibrating and massaging your fat pad for these hours I can’t be there. The camera is always on. I‘ll see you try to rock your hips to feel the toy more but the only way to achieve that is by stuffing your body tighter so it swells up again. I‘ll turn up the sound when I see that on film, hearing you whimper and groan while you keep obediently stuffing your pretty face.

I want to find you bloated and desperate when I come home. When my day was stressful, I‘ll immediately shove some burgers or doughnuts in your mouth that I got on the way home. I know you’re full, but you will wiggle your immobile blob body enthusiastically while I push more food into your packed stomach and moan softly in relief. The bed creaks and I kiss you to taste the sugar in your mouth from your long snacking shift. This is all you know now, you don’t know how else to be or what else to feel. You just want to be my perfectly spoiled obese toy, you want to make both of us happy and get excited every time I let you know how much I want you. I want you when you continuously prove that you will eat for me the rest of your life. It’s so romantic. Nobody has ever done this for me.

You‘ve been in a horny haze since you reached the mythical 200 kg, 440 lbs. That was the last time you knew your weight. I‘ve withheld that information from then on. I keep telling you I need just ten more pounds from you. It’s been two years of ten more pounds always. You can only waddle a few steps very slowly, it’s more like you holding on to something around you and then carefully dropping from one foot onto the other. I adore your fat thighs pinning your widening arse to the sofa or the bed most days.