A large part of what appeals to me in feeding is the catering to the feedees desire. I want to be treated like the spoiled princess that I know I am. Which includes being brought all the food I want and getting belly rubs. Being praised for how soft I have become. how my boobs now spill out of my bras, how wide my hips flare out when I sit, how my muffin top bulges over my high waisted jeans, how my belly takes up more space in my lap, how my upper arms are being squished by my too small t-shirts, and how much cheeks have gotten so chubby. The way my partner can’t help but touch me all the time reveling in how soft and squishy I am.

















