HedonIsHim

I spoke about loving public stuffings but in this specific scenario even moreso because of unlimited buffet. You spent all that money, get your money's worth in calories, right? Make sure you at least go even at minimum, but ideally try to eat more than what you paid.

I mean, it's not just you over there anyways. It's probably going to be packed all day, no? Surrounded by hedonism. You'll be greeted by smaller sized folks with developing pot bellies as they laugh about it and go get some more. Wearing sun-bathing clothes to show off that growing gut and no one bats an eye as you eat and swallow more and more and more in broad daylight.

You'll spend that whole vacation heavy and full and reaching for more. Constantly stretching out, increasing your capacity. Your belly only really gets to rest when you take a nap or sleep for the night. When you wake up bloated you make your way back for more.

When the ship ports you slip into your increasingly tightening clothes and find places to eat as you wait to get back on to hit that buffet.

They say that you always leave unable to button up your pants but maybe you can hardly get them past your thighs at all. Doing your best to squeeze them on with your fat gut hanging over and covering up the unusable zipper in front of everybody. Feeling it jiggle with each step down off the ship, packed with the last good stuffing you could get before it ended.

a feeder who sees how confused I am at how big I am and why I’m leaking milk, and so sweetly offers to hook me up to a milking pump after meals til we figure out what’s going on

a feeder who teases me all day and stuffs me silly before milkings, only letting me finish when I’m hooked up to the pump— just to keep me entertained while the machine does its job, they say. a feeder who completely reconditions my mind to associate pleasure with being stuffed to capacity and milked.