RockLobster

You: …it used to fit.

Me: Used to. Those buttons look like they’re begging for mercy.

You: You’re teasing me.

Me: Maybe. But I did get you something.

You: Oh?

Me: The same shirt. Exact same one. Just… a little bigger.

You: That’s actually really sweet.

Me: And there’s a big cake waiting on the table. 🎂

You: I feel like those two things are connected.

Me: Very connected.

You: What’s the plan, exactly?

Me: You sit with me, eat your cake, and enjoy yourself… while I watch that new shirt slowly start fitting tighter too.

You: You planned this.

Me: Of course I did. I like taking care of you.

You: And if I grow out of this one too?

Me: Then I’ll buy the next size… and another cake.

ahhh I love trying to focus on a game with a full stomach. Leaning back and occasionally rubbing my strained belly as I let it spread out in front of me, feeling slightly lethargic and relaxed after the stuffing + gaming. Now imagine that but like with empty cartons of snacks all around me, and with a heavy greasy bag of fast food next to me. A heavy greasy bag that i’m trying to pack into my gut as I barely focus on the game in front of me 🤭💖💖 like wouldn’t it be so cute to see me justify my time indoors by saying I have nothing to wear, but actually I just can’t fit into anything cause i’m too big. Wouldn’t it be cute to ask me to sit at the table for dinner, and watch me struggle so much trying to get up. Hearing me grunt and whine at having to lift my lard filled body up and move my swollen thighs together. Watching me do my best slow waddle to the feast you’ve prepared for me to gorge on. I’m getting so needy thinking about it 🥰 (>///<)

I know as my feeder you’d love it too, maybe as much as I do. Keeping me all to yourself and knowing i’m not burning any precious calories. Knowing that on your days off all i’d want to do is have your attention on me, or be be in the same room snacking away. Pressing my taut gut out for display to be rubbed (🤭😖😖), or heaving myself almost on top of you as you relax, so I can be your big heavy weighted blanket (and also maybe so I can tease you with all my fat). You’d see me have my all day gorging sessions, rub my stretched out bloated upper gut when i’m done, and feel how soft my obese belly hangs between my leg rolls while I whine for more of your touch. I can only imagine how you’d be all over me, feeling how heavy and soft my fupa has gotten, how crazy your pampering and feedings have affected me. I’d be your perfect housebound pet 🥺