Just111Pourn

happy birthday to the queen ( me )

Helping gravity by adding more weight, 2 pints of ice cream as usual

"I - I can't..."

"Yes, you can. Open up, tubbo, one more."

You look at me unrelentingly, pressing the donut to my lips.

"I really can't."

You laugh. "You can't? You ate an entire large pizza yesterday and were still peckish after."

I blush. God, that's really true. You broke me. It's been six months since I agreed to be your feedee, and I already gained 50 pounds. My appetite is getting out of control.

I can't help it. I open my mouth.

"Good boy," you say. "Who are you, again?"

I blush even more, mumbling as I chew. "A growing boy."

"I didn't hear that."

"I'm a growing boy," I repeat, swallowing painfully. My belly is tight like a drum, sitting in my lap like a beach ball.

"Good. And?"

"...and a fatty."

"And?"

"...and a hungry pig."

Your smile is dangerous. "Yes, you are."

I slowly massage my belly. A belch escapes my lips, and I feel hot. It's getting harder to stifle them these days.

"You are feeding me so much," I murmur, looking down. My double chin folds in on itself. "How fat do you really want me?"

You pat my chubby cheek. "Too fat to ask these stupid questions."

"But... but what if I get too fat to move much?"

Your hand stops on my cheek, then squeezes. God, so embarrassing. The fact that you can squeeze my cheek like that.

"For that question, you're getting extra dessert."

"No!"

"Oh, yes. And stairs are off limits from now on. You're putting on another 50 pounds for me."

I gulp. "Y-yes."

"What was that?"

"Y-yes, I'm putting on another 50 pounds."

You smile again, sweetly this time. "Good fatty." **

Like finding only the best quality clothes in their size instead because such corpulence deserves only the best, instead of getting whatever because “they’ll only outgrow it”.

It’s hot out and everyone’s expecting the big guy/girl to sweat up a storm and reek but no, they smell like pure lavender (example) because their feeder spent a good 60-90 minutes in making sure they were nice and clean after a bubble bath or shower and then every inch of them has been covered in only the best products. Body butters, foot creams, face masks and hair care, special sprays– “jajoba & cashmere” branded shit.

It’s all very expensive upkeep, especially when they keep getting bigger and their body becomes even more expensive in every aspect. Doesn’t matter if the feeder is the service sub or the dom or whatever the fuck either, this is just a necessity.

I agree to be someone's long distance feedee. A day or two goes buy and there's a package at my door. A vibarator plug and a shock collar. My feeder tells me to wear it whenever im not at work. Evey time I finish all my food they'll buzz the vibrator every time I dont finish I get shocked. Every day I get food sent consisting if a medium meal and a drink to my apt and I eat it. The next day a camera so that they can view me when im home. After a week of feedings the extra meal a day causes a little bit of weight not noticable yet. And the size of the meals gets slightly bigger. Instead of a medium the meal is sized up to a large with a drink and a small snack. The rules continue and I start getting conditioned to wearing the vibrator and collar regularly. Eventually im tracked 24/7 anytime I go to a restaurant or eat they turn on the vibrator regardless of if im in public. After a month an outfit arrives at my door with an extra large meal. Regular weigh in and measuring means my feeder always knows my size. After several months im several sizes bigger with no sign of stoping and almost all control is given to my long distance feeder

What do you think 👉👈

I think it's cute.