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pls let me overfeed u ❤︎

pls let me overfeed u ❤︎

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'm still hungry" you say to yourself, after finishing what should have been a big meal. You really shouldn't have more, you've been gaining a few pounds. But then again why shouldn't you keep eating, if you're hungry? That's your body telling you that you need more…

"I'm hungry again," you mutter to yourself, so soon after finishing your meal. The fridge feels so far away when you're this full, but you can tell you're not too full to heave yourself up and get a snack. You really ought to cut back, but it's hard to think about anything else once you start thinking about food…

"I'm not even hungry," you admit to yourself, finding your way to the kitchen again so soon after eating, pulling more treats out of your cabinets. "Snacks" and "meals" don't really mean anything anymore. It's just a constant stream of food filling you up, barely any time to enjoy what you eat as you cram bite after bite into your straining, overstretched stomach…

"Oh god, I'm so hungry," you whimper to yourself, waking up in the middle of the night, reaching over your bloat and bulk only as far as your bedside table to find something sweet to placate your immense appetite a little longer. Going more than a couple hours without eating just isn't realistic at this point, not at your size…

"You're hungry, aren't you?" your feeder tells you, pushing another bite of your favorite takeout to your lips. You can practically feel yourself getting fatter as you chew, but you ignore the intense, bloated feeling in your stomach and the itching of your stretch marks, too enamored with never worrying for more than a few seconds when the next bite is coming…

"Are you still hungry?" your feeder asks, patting your soft, swollen belly, which has really gotten inconveniently heavy at this point, hasn't it? Pinning you down like this...

You realize that you don't even know anymore. You haven't actually been hungry in a while, have you? You've just trained yourself to eat and eat and eat, losing all sense of whether your body can handle another bite, nevermind whether it needs more food…

But you just going to keep eating and eating, aren't you? You'll keep stuffing and gorging, no matter how heavy you get.

And it looks like she brought him food! Good thing he’s not completely full,, yet