I’ll Let You Finish

Afterwards: Shit, I’m kinky as fuck what the hell am I looking at?

*ties you up and feeds you until you answer*

I think that should be enough to get you started. :-)

Put some on your body today!

😈😈😈

I decided to kick back after a long, tiring week by challenging myself to eat a whole pizza in one sitting… something that, surprisingly, I’d never actually done before. Listen as I sigh, pant, moan, and of course belch my way through 2,500 calories of pizza and root beer, punctuated by the occasional pat of my increasingly-stuffed gut. As my belly grew tighter and my burps got weaker, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to finish- but be assured that those are little burps of victory towards the end!

Ever wondered what a bunch of jocks giving up all at once sounds like? Give it a listen. Oops. Where’d those abs go man? He can’t hear me over his greed, I guess. Enjoy your little food orgy.

who did it better…start or end of summer me? I honestly can’t believe the difference 😳

You and your feeder. You look at him as he dresses, his body tight and hard. You look down at yourself, still panting and out of breath from the last chocolate cake he forced down into you. “Just one piece for dessert,” he’d said to you after the post-dinner pizza stuffing. One slice quickly turned into two, then four, then the whole cake was suddenly gone. Packed tight into your greedy tank. You had sworn you were gonna cut back on the gorging and get back to the gym… but later that night he showed up with some bags of takeout in hand, assuring you that it’d just be a light stuffing. You should’ve known better than to listen to him, but you were starving from a day’s worth of dieting and the thought of all that food made your mouth water and the belly rubs that came after were so intoxicating. You just got carried away as one bite flowed into the next until you’d eaten yourself into oblivion, hours later. Now, your room was trashed - pizza boxes and food wrappers all over the floor, the sink piled up with dirty dishes. Your tank top, tight BEFORE he came, had now inched up your fat and swollen gut past your belly button. Your waistband cut into your growing love handles. You couldn’t see past the greedy tank below you. “Hey *belch* I’m so fucking stuffed man, but I’m really trying to cut back on my food intake so I can get that summer bod for at least the tail end of summer,” you say to him, caressing your tank incredulously. “Good luck with that, fat ass,” he replies, “I’ll be back tomorrow morning and we’ll pick up where we’ve left off. Knowing you, you’ll be ravenous in the next few hours. Maybe I’ll take you to a buffet to take care of that.” You try to protest, but he just looks at you, pokes that rock hard gut, and shoves a leftover peanut butter chocolate chip cookie into your greedy mouth. You swallow it whole, in ecstasy. “This should hold you over, ex jock.” And then he’s gone as suddenly as he came. A successful and MASSIVE feeding.

My first weight gain comic The ChubRaiser in all its blubbery glory

Feed me Seymour