Oh, Hello FA

hello, lovelies! to give you an alternative to the endless scroll, I dug into the archives and pulled out some of my favourite posts.

here, you'll find lots of sweet encouragement, tenderness, support, and a good amount of shameless craving 🥵

(of course, if you need more, you can always ask for exactly what you want.)

choose your own encouragement

don't have the energy to eat? sweet and doting feeder

insisting you're skinny and have to keep eating

gained accidentally and decided you like it

you've put on some relationship weight and I'm obsessed

there's a million tastes you want to experience

handling anxieties and insecurities

worried what people will say if you keep gaining

believing things will be okay if you stop restricting

scared of getting fat as much as you want it

advice

exploring kink when your mind and body aren't on the same page

tender love and care

treating a feedee like a beloved treasure

if you need to feel love for your body

perfect dates

at the movie theatre

thanksgiving dinner

at a restaurant, or several

summertime by the shoreline

daydreaming about summer picnics and ice cream

musings / encouragement / personal fave posts

what makes "helpless" so hot?

it's the devotion for me, babe

aww, did somebody eat too much?

I want you to eat for me

out of control / can't stop

do you really want me to keep going? yes

go on then, beg

it's all the little sounds you make...

we can stop if you want to. but you don't want to stop.

I know I can be overeager, but I just want you bigger

we agreed you'd eat until I said you're done

things y’all say that get me like 🥵

life is stressful. comfort eating is satisfying.

I want you to feel safe with me, pet

when your full belly is stretched tight, I just wanna...

you're doing so well. just a little more

it occurs to me, as I'm caramelizing onions, that I love cooking

"you just like having me at your mercy"

You can eat. There is no shortage of money, or food. You can have whatever you want. Eat to fullness, or even a little past it. Doesn't it feel great to be so full? Don't worry, you don't have to overwork yourself. If you're sleepy after the meal, just take a nap. You don't have to work anymore. You won't be wasting time.

You can rest. You don't have to rush and hustle. I'm taking care of you, and that means you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Watch a movie, play a game, read a book. Have another snack.

You're looking better already. Doesn't it feel so pleasant to lay on your side when it's a bit softened? Not to feel so cold all the time? To have a little bit of insulation? Don't worry about getting "lazy". Such word doesn't exist in my vocabulary. You can sleep as long as you want, and I'll make sure you get a large, hearty breakfast when you wake up.

You don't have to be uncomfortable anymore. Come, let me buy you a larger pair of pants. I won't have you struggling to button those. I don't want any nasty, angry red marks on that cute little belly. Speaking of which, don't be afraid to be hedonistic. Take a hot bath. I'll help you lotion all of your new curves. You can sip a milkshake while you soak.

Remember, you are safe now. No awful people are going to get you. You don't have to run from anyone. So don't worry that you can't run. Don't overexert yourself. I know walking has been leaving you breathless lately. Slow down, relax. Stay inside. I made your favourite meal.

You're safe now. My money will allow you to rest for years. You don't have to worry about coming back to work and getting all sweaty. Sweetie, it's fine, anyone would break a sweat walking upstairs if their tummy was hanging so much. Here, have some baby powder, it will help. I made cupcakes!

Yes, you can absolutely stay in bed today. There is plenty of entertainment here. I'll bring all your meals to your bedroom, and I'll hand-feed you if you want. I know your arms have been getting tired from lifting them.

Honey, of course I'm not mad you broke the chair. How could I ever be mad at you? I was just worried you might have gotten hurt. Here, have your milkshake. I'll made it extra thick with chocolate, just like you wanted. Can I make it up to you somehow? How about a pizza and a movie night?

No, you're not a burden. I'm happy to help you shower. I love you, and this is what happens when you love someone. Remember, you're safe here. I'm getting you all the aids you need: a mobility scooter, grabby sticks, long brushes, armrests to grab. I'll keep you nice and clean. I know eating can get messy sometimes.

Hey, it's okay. I know it can feel a bit scary, not being able to stand up. But it's just something to get used to. You don't really need to stand up, all things considered. Your new bed is so comfy. I'll help clean you up, no need to be embarrassed. And I'll keep you entertained.

Shh, it's fine. I'll help you roll over. I know you can't really move, there is just so much of you now. Don't worry, I'm strong. I like doing this. Uh-oh, all sweaty already? Here, let me dry you up a bit.

See? You're safe. You've been so brave, letting yourself get so vulnerable. I feel honoured that you trusted me.

You're immobile now, and I'll always take care of you.

Eat like *because you’re tired of being able to walk.

Eat like *because you’re over being able to stand.

Eat like *because you’re done with being able to get out bed.

Eat like *because even having the ability to sit yourself up is too burdensome for you.

Eat like *because it’s your only purpose in life and everything else is just an obstacle that you’re too fat to deal with and no longer equipped to handle.

You were put here on this Earth to do one thing piggy.

Eat

Jiggling my husband's huge belly in a tight 6 XL shirt, watch me try on his clothes and see how much bigger they fit on me 🤭

He doesn’t know when to say no to food. He just eats and eats, and eats, and eats, and eats some more.

We went to dinner with friends the other day and he cleaned his plate… before finishing off mine and our two friends plates as well. (Imagine the portion sizes if my fat ass couldn’t finish my meal!)

It’s so incredibly hot to see, especially since I didn’t lift a finger… He’s doing it all to himself.

He’s not working out as much, and the most recent time he went, he said he had a hard time getting through the workout he was so out of shape.

His shirts are so tight I see his love handles bellybutton through them.

He’s started wearing larger, looser shirts, but I’ve noticed even his sweatpants are getting a bit snug, not fitting over his belly which has begun to hang the tiniest bit… I saw it hanging out of his shirt *and* coat a few weeks ago, which was essentially the hottest thing ever.

He hasn’t done any kind of workout since the last time I posted about him, and he’s eating the same, if not more… It’s like he’s completely lost control all on his own… and I can’t wait for more.

He’s solidly wearing XL shirts. When he lays down wearing his XL shirts, you see a little belly hanging out.

The shorts that were big on him last summer technically still fit, but the little 1.5 inch slits in the hem no longer shut… They’re spread wide open across his fuller thighs. He can’t get the waistband over his belly. His belly and love handles hang over the waistband. The shorts that fit perfectly last summer no longer fit at all. He can’t button them.

When he wears golf shirts to work and tucks them in, you see how big his belly is. It’s really hot to think about new people being hired that don’t remember him doing push-ups when the store was slow. That all they know is this tubby guy. His super-fit boss is concerned about him because he remembers and has just seen him balloon for the past year.

I think he’s stopped trying to work out. The equipment he bought gathers dust in the corner, going unused. He doesn’t even try going to the gym anymore. (He might have canceled the membership.)

He no longer makes his lunch for work - he orders out.

The other day he literally had fast food for every meal - Wendy’s for breakfast (but not Wendy’s breakfast), Taco Bell for lunch, and McDonald’s for dinner. I’m unsure how often that happens these days… But I’m willing to bet it’s more than I’m aware of.

Having sex has gotten harder for him - he gets out of breath faster, his stamina is starting to slip, and our bellies are starting to get in the way a bit… (please note that I’ve maybe gained, lost, and regained anywhere between 1-10 lbs at any given point during the entirety of our relationship, so I don’t think my tummy is the issue here even if I’m still the bigger one…[for now at least…])

I swear I had nothing to do with it - he’s done this to himself. All I do is let him know I love him the way he is.

He’s so hot 🥵 ❤️‍🔥 .

The coat that he wore earlier this year - the one his belly hung out of momentarily- no longer closes. The zipper would need a good four inches around his chest alone to have any hopes of zipping… I’m guessing his belly would need at least 5. His belly sticks out a couple inches from the rest of him.

His XL shirts cling to his stomach - you see his belly button through them, you see his nipples through them, you see his love handles and belly bulging over his waistband through them. If he were to lift his arms high enough, you’d see some soft, delicious belly. They ride up even more than they used to when he lays down.

He’s been drinking liquor more… not enough to become a problem, but enough to take a real toll on his waistline… He doesn’t have a night cap everyday, but I’d be willing to bet he has more than one a few nights a week.

I think his mind wanders to food first these days… We were in the car talking about stupid things teenagers do, and I asked him if he had ever done a donut (meaning the kind a teenager would do in their car), and he replied with “I’ve had a donut… I’d eat a donut for you.” That was so hot, because it was completely unprompted - I maybe fed him a few donut holes one time, more than two years ago. It took everything I had not to ask if he’d eat a dozen in one sitting for me. Later we napped together and I turned myself on thinking about feeding him a dozen donuts and how big he could possibly get for me if I was actually pushing any of this… while giving him belly rubs and feeling up every inch of soft, squishy goodness around his middle.

His belly has gotten even more in the way while having sex… I feel it pressed against mine even when he isn’t breathing heavy, thrusting into me, trying to get off. It’s just there, making things harder for him. It’s so hot to see him struggle.

I let him know I think he’s still hot. He asks for belly rubs every time I see him.

Goodness… He’s such a fatass now… 🐽🥵🐖

Like omg do you hear my breathing? 😵‍💫

do you really want me to keep going?”

oh god, babe. maybe I shouldn’t, you’ve had so much already, but damn—I want you to.

once you start eating, I don’t want you to stop. all I can think about is you eating more and more. watching all that overindulgence show up on your body.

🥤sugar stuffed soda with plenty of carbonation to stretch your stomach to bursting point and then melt into a soft layer of blubber

🍺cold beer, lining your stomach with liquid carbs while making you light headed and easy to feed more salty treats to

🍦milkshakkeess extra thick gainer shakes with a slice of decadent cake blended in with with the icecream and heavy cream

☕coffee filled with cream and extra, extra syrup, topped with more cream and chocolate drizzle. an extra shot of espresso or two to get you craving more and more cups a day

don't worry if you starting to feel stuffed, that won't last long with how much food you've putting away these days. your capacity will increase, your appetite will grow, your belly and body will compensate by expanding, softening. your body is very forgiving, willing to change according to your desires - and we both know your desire is to get fat, stay fat, become fatter

mhmm, just a little more

don't worry if it feels hard to move right now, that it's getting difficult to adjust under your packed gut. the heaviness is just to make you more comfortable, more satisfied and content. rub your belly, gently squeeze your sides, your overhang, your thighs. your chest. appraise yourself. remind yourself how good it feels to be this big

there you go, have another bite

don't worry about how you're outgrowing your clothes. if they feel tight, just unbutton them. unfasten. unzip. let your body breathe. expand as you widen with each gluttonous swallow. you look cute softer, your belly peeking out as your shirt rides up, loves handles brimming the waistbands of your pants. everything you're no longer able to fit is a trophy to add to your collection. a reminder of your progress, your transformation

go ahead, be greedy

you've rewired yourself for pleasure, after all. food is always on your mind. it's good to pay attention to your desires. to take care of them. to allow yourself whatever you want. to indulge. you deserve it

that's it, keep eating