joe

Do you like being the bigger or smaller partner?

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.

I’d love for someone to sweep me off my feet, take me out to dates and spoil me. I’d happily eat all that you ordered me, happily gazing into your eyes as I put bite after bite in my mouth, blowing you kisses with saucy lips.

You’d be able to see the damage before too long, my belly bulging in my dress when we’re out to dinner, my cleavage getting more prominent as my outfits get more firm fitting, needing to drive and park closer to where we’re going since I hate walking so far.

That wouldn’t stop you of course, you’d keep spoiling your fat little girlfriend, keep convincing me to order desserts and treats and watch my eyes roll back as the taste hits my tongue.

I’ve been dying to watch that number on the scale to go up. It really is getting me antsy. So very very antsy. You don’t like when I’m antsy, right?

Or maybe you do. Do you like knowing what all of this does to me? How hungry I’ve been getting. Hungry and desperate. Desperate just to see you get fatter. Baby, it was a bad idea we started this. No. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. But… it’s bad because mommy just needs more and more and more.

Your thighs. Your hips. Your love handles. Your tummy. Your tits. Your chin. Your cheeks. Mommy gets chills from just thinking about it all. Thinking about each part thickening up. Swelling more and more. I need you plump. You’re so gorgeous with the weight you have put on. Why not more? What’s the harm in more weight.

Actually, there is no harm. This was never a bad idea. You do this because you want to please mommy. You want your thighs thicker. You want your hips wider. Your love handles spilling over your waistband. Your tummy doughier and heavier. Your tits fuller. Your chin and cheeks noticeably chubbier.

You’re gonna get that number on the scale up, right? Mommy is gonna get to watch you fatten up, right? Mommy is gonna watch you get back and track and keep stuffing yourself, right?

two newbie feedees starting out on the small end, they feel so huge with their tiny stuffing - splitting one medium pizza between the two.

feeder turned feedee after however long, beginning to pack on the weight, rubbing their stuffed little belly against their feedee's thick, fat, soft gut, and being told they "have a while before they catch up"

two feedees, pretty well into the hole, rubbing their big, fat, stuffed guts against eachother. so taut and round. maybe lotioned their bellies as well. so stuffed that they have trouble squishing together to make out like this.

I haven't been active much lately because I'm currently looking for a place to move out.

It's exhausting tbh and it's financially stressing me out so I wasn't in a mood to be around here, I'm sorry 😵‍💫

I wanted to share an update though.

Don't worry, I haven't lost weight ahah

Needs, most of us just try to satisfy them or even find some joy in them, such as the softness and bliss that those extra 5 minutes in bed bring. But you're not like that, you're different, you don't simply enjoy, you indulge and sink deeply into the pleasure, and I can definitely tell what kind of softness you entertain.

You've quite literally wrapped yourself around softness, a thick layer of fat tissue covers every inch of you and it's only getting thicker. Quite a unique desire is the one that you possess, to envelop yourself in pounds of fat, having your belly hanging and your thighs constantly rubbing against each other.