Handsome Feedee

a low, loud burp leaves your lips, and your feeder smacks your gut lightly. “good girl, there you go.” you whine at them between heavy breaths, the heat between your legs just as strong as the ache in your belly. your feeder coos at you softly, back to rubbing the swell of your taut upper belly.

When I was starting my feedee journey yearsssss ago I blissfully found out lard is the best fat for infusions and also gains. Not only is it dirt cheap but it just makes you appreciate dessert on a whole new level. I rmb I was supposed to make a tray of brownies for a girls night but ended up eating the whole tray cuz it just made everything more gooey, more tasty, more chewy, more fattening…….

Like being high brings a stuffing to a whole other level like not only was a carton of ice cream gone but it also makes you realize chocolate is very much a beverage.

I love how greedy & hedonistic it makes you like it’s not good enough you just finished 3000+ cal in one sitting like you also need to order a family meal to really treat ur belly.

It’s like your belly is an extension of you while it’s extending from you. You get lost if the goal is to see how much you can stretch, how much you can eat, or how much you can weigh after your done. Like it’s challenging ur belly that’s it’s questionable if it’s a punishment.

The best part is when ur greed is accommodated in your life like carrying weed oil to sprinkle over your dinner with your friends also accompanying the shots of tequila that are so strong but goes down into the abyss that is your belly

So much food it feels like you’re carrying a small ecosystem. I also love the more high you get the more numb and relax your body is that you just have more cocktails or some smokes because you know it will create more room.

I love how when creating room and you stretch marks are throbbing the chair starts squeaking and it’s almost like you have to see what will make it break.

Creating more room it doesn’t matter if you have to be constantly belching or farting or ask your friend/date/partner next to you to help rub your gut cuz you can’t reach it and also your way too focused shoving more food in your face

holding any door without being asked. opening the car door and waiting. watching her slide in before i close it behind her. closing it gently after.

knowing her order before she’s finished looking at the menu. knowing exactly how she takes her coffee. having it ready before she’s asked. watching her face when i get it exactly right. knowing that she knows i’ve been paying attention. that i always pay attention.

being the one she looks at when her laces come undone. not because she can’t tie them herself. because she knows i’m already crouching down. already double knotting them. already making sure they won’t come undone again.

being the one she hands a jar to without a word. because she knows i’ll figure it out. because i always figure it out.

holding her coat open so she can slide her arms in. smoothing the collar down after. standing back and just looking at her.

walking on the outside of the sidewalk without thinking about it. every single time. without ever having to be reminded.

pulling her chair out at the restaurant. standing behind it until she’s seated. tucking it in just right.

being the one who spots the uneven ground before she does. hand finding the small of her back. guiding her past it.

remembering that she mentioned wanting to try that place three weeks ago. having a reservation when she’s forgotten she ever said it.

fixing her necklace clasp when it slips to the front. knowing she hates when it does that. already reaching for it before she notices.

holding the umbrella over her side when it rains. not mine. hers. always hers first.

being the one who pumps the gas so she doesn’t have to stand in the cold. bringing her a snack from inside without being asked because i have her gas station order memorized.

carrying every bag. all of them. every time.

knowing when a room is too loud for her before she says so. finding somewhere less overstimulating so she can regulate again.

that’s what i want to be for a femme. not just in the big moments. in all the small invisible ones too. the ones nobody else notices. the ones she notices. the ones that make her feel like someone is always. always paying attention.

don’t notice the way you struggle a bit more to button up your jeans before work.

don’t notice the way your shirt feels a lot tighter, how it’s practically become a second skin for you.

don’t notice the way you breathe heavier just walking from your house to your car, sitting in the front seat for a moment just to catch your breath.

don’t notice the way you had to move your seat back this morning, too, because the steering wheel has started to press uncomfortably into your stomach and thighs.

don’t notice the way your first meal of the day has more calories than you should be eating for half the day.

don’t notice the way you stop and get donuts on the way to work more frequently now, so you have something to snack on during work.

don’t notice the way your co-workers are staring more and more often at you, the way your clothes cling to your body, every new pound on full display.

don’t notice the way your shirt has started to roll up while you eat, exposing that soft underbelly for the world to see.

don’t notice the way you eat three times as much as your friends do when you all go out, ordering more and more and finishing off their plates for them, too.

maybe you don’t notice how fat you’re getting, but you’re going to notice soon.

you’ll notice when you try to pull your old favorite jeans on, and they get stuck on your thighs. you’ll fight and pull and try to get them on, but even if you manage to slide them up your legs, they’ll never button across that belly.

you’ll notice when all of your shirts have suddenly become crop tops, sliding up to rest above the top of your belly.

you’ll notice when you get out of breath just walking from your bedroom to the kitchen to stuff your face even more. how a simple few steps make you have to pause.

you’ll notice when the seatbelt cuts into your belly and chest when you move too far in your seat, when it’s a struggle to fit yourself in behind the steering wheel.

you’ll notice when your breakfast order comes out and there’s enough plates to feed a family of 4, and the waitress asks if you’re sure you can finish all that.

(you know you can, you’ve done it before.)

you’ll notice when your two, three, four donuts a day becomes 7, 8, 9, a dozen a day, until the workers know your name and order by heart.

you’ll notice when your co-workers start to whisper when you walk by, asking what happened to you, how could you let yourself go like that?

you’ll notice when your clothes are tight before you even eat, but they become unbearable once you’ve shoved all that food into your face. when you have to unbutton your jeans mid meal, as to not risk losing a button.

you’ll notice when your friends start asking if you need that 3rd, 4th, 5th plate, if you really need dessert after all that food. when they say hey, we’re going to the gym after lunch, do you want to come?

I know you want to.

This is so hot 🥵 be careful, if you keep this up, you're gonna get unrecognizably fat. Let’s do a little math:

190 calories per glazed Krispy Kreme donut

Total of 6 donuts smashed into 1

6 x 190 =1,140 calories

Which means an entire days calories consumed within 5 minutes.