Less Talk. More Eat.

Better yet, become addicted to being constantly full.

Most of you already like food.

It’s the reason you’ve already got a gut tubby.

I want you to fall in love with it.

Become hooked to eating thousands of calories of the most unhealthy food day after day.

Watching you become purely addicted to having your gut at full capacity at every moment of the day.

This will stretch your capacity, requiring more and more food to fill you up.

In turn, fattening you up at an alarming rate.

Covering you in stretch marks.

Seeing the number on the scale jump up every single day.

Yet you do nothing about it.

You only eat more and more junk.

Stuck in the fattening cycle.

Only for a few months to pass and before you know what hit you, suddenly your pants are tight and I’m telling you how good you’re being for me. Maybe even tracing your bloated gut under your shirt with my own chubby finger. I’ll probably be eating something with my other hand, my gut getting bloated for you.

All while I’m teasing you about how you swore this shirt juuust fit you like.. a week ago.. didn’t it? Feeding you another bite instead of letting you answer.

Why’s it matter anyway? Just rub my belly and open your mouth big boy. I’ll rub yours.

but no one knows that their eyes linger a little too long on the 400lb woman they see at the grocery store. no one knows how they fantasize about being between those monumental thighs—how they don’t mind if they have to fuck rolls or a belly button if access is just too limited. maybe that’s the way they want it, too. no one knows that the sight of morbid obesity accompanied by an overfull grocery cart of fattening, processed food is enough to distract them for hours.

after all, it isn’t normal in any way to want to make someone fatter. despite knowing that, 200lbs just doesn’t seem like enough anymore. they fantasize about getting a dedicated fatty to completely lose control. they know they’re getting deeper into this rabbit hole. their friends bring up someone normal sized, someone conventionally attractive, and they can make a comment or two to play along but fuck. the only thing on their mind is what an extra 200lbs could do to her.

and that’s just so fucking underrated. it’s all about the descent of the feedee, usually, which is understandable—we’re giving our bodies and minds to the cause. being fat is hard.

but with feeders, it’s so much more.. sinister. they can have everything, they know what they like and can get it—but the idea of fat lingers. they will want to squeeze, caress, kiss, bite, or maybe just cuddle up to the mass they’ve helped cultivate. nothing else can fill that hole and they know it.

“Ecstasy”

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