Every day I crave a feedist relationship more and more.
I want to show someone my love by offering food constantly, I want to worship their growing body as physical proof of my affection and care for them, growing more as our relationship does.
I want to gently tease them by pinching pudgy flesh spilling out of tightening clothes, and proudly show them off in public, letting everyone know I love them not in spite of their size, but being abundantly clear in my attraction to all of them.
I want to curl up in a soft warm embrace every night and wake up to wandering hands caressing fat tummies and exploring chubby side rolls, offering breakfast with a yawn before being dragged back into a plush embrace, nuzzling closer and drifting back off to sleep peacefully.
