Feed, Fat, Fed

He pulled up to her house around 7pm. He parked and walked up to the door, rang the bell, and waited.

Slowly, a large shadow was cast over the fogged glass door as she approached. She turned the knob and peeked her head around smiling, "hello mister," she said playfully.

She opened the door further. God, she was even fatter than she looked in her pics online. He was elated.

She had gorgeous long hair, amazing eyes, and outrageously luscious lips. Her skin had the most perfect tan he had ever seen. She was a fat, Armenian goddess, and he could feel his heart racing.

He dress was tight, and his eyes were pleased. Her arms were fat and fluffy. Her chest looked amazing, and while her breasts were huge compared to skinny girls, they paled in comparison to her massive belly. It was the most perfect shape. So round, and it hung so low, but it stuck out so far, defying gravity.

His eyes locked on the center of her dress, something he had never seen before. The fabric was stretched across the middle of her belly revealing the biggest belly button outline he had ever seen. It had to be several inches wide, and of course his next thought was, "I wonder how deep it goes?"

"I'll be right back she said, just give me a minute." She walked into the kitchen and grabbed her purse. He saw her open a box of cookies and grab one. She munched on it for a second while she looked for her phone.

"OK, I'm ready!" She said as she walked towards him.

"You look amazing," he said. As he put his arms out and gave her a hug.

"You too handsome"' she said as they walked towards the door and left.

He walked her to the car and opened the door for her. As she sat down he saw the fabric of her dress stretched to its limits.

He closed the door and walked around to the driver side.

They chatted and laughed as they drove to the restaurant. She had a great sense of humor and every time she laughed he couldn't help but watch her belly jiggle out of the corner of her eye while he tried to pay attention to the road.

They pulled up to the restaurant. A nice Italian place that came highly recommended.

The hostess checked them in and led them to a private room. She turned to him surprised "really? Trying to go all out mister?"

"Nah, it's no big deal," he said half kidding.

They sat down across from one another and the waiter brought them menus. They ordered a bottle of red wine and chatted for a bit.

"Are you hungry?" He said as he motioned towards the menu?

"Um, are you kidding?" She said as she started looking down the long menu.

"Why don't we do this," he said as he pointed to the top. "Let's get 5 appetizers, just so we can try some stuff out."

"Five?? Hmm, are you trying to fatten me up or something?" She quipped.

"I would never!" He replied with a a grin.

The waiter came back and they ordered their 5 apps and two entrees.

The table was soon covered in plates and she stared excitedly "where do we start?"

They continued chatting and he kept making her laugh. He couldn't get over her smile, and the light belly jiggles that followed.

Before long, the calamri was gone, the brushetta was gone, the caprese skewers were gone. He had only had one or two bites of each, but she was cleaning plate after plate.

"Holy shit, I forgot we ordered dinner," she said as she took a deep breath and rested her right hand on her belly.

Dinner came out soon after, she had the fettuccine alfredo. A massive plate, covered in cheese and heavy cream.

They talked about her former career as a content creator. She made feedism content for many years but eventually gave it up. He was a fan of course, and he had tried for a long time to get her attention.

Two thirds of the fettuccine was gone, and she started slowing down.

"Oh my God, this is so freakin' good, but I don't think I can," she said as she sat back and sighed.

"Hey, come on now. I know you can," he said with a smile.

"Wait, are you a feeder or something?" She said jokingly. They both laughed out loud.

He got up to use the bathroom and grabbed the waiter. He asked him to go ahead and bring out all 6 desert options.

When he got back she said "so, are you thinking dessert or no?"

"Really?" He quipped. "Am I thinking"...and right on que the waiter walked in holding a try with 6 different kinds of cake and canolis.

She shook her head "dude, what are you doing?"

"Don't worry about it, I just want you to have a chance to try everything."

She looked at the plates and said "I don't know if I can."

"Do you mind if I help you?" He asked.

"Help me with what? She replied.

He moved his chair over to her side of the table and sat right next to her.

Without saying a word he grabbed a fork and portioned a big bite of tiramisu. He held it in front of her and she opened her mouth. As she chewed, he worked on carving out the next bite.

"Mmmmmm" she said as she chewed. "I'm so full, but this is so friggin good."

After a few more bites, he slowy reached his hand over to her belly and began rubbing. She moaned as she continued to chew and enjoy the next plate of cake.

He moved his hand to her back and began rubbing there. She had the most amazing back fat. Rolls, on rolls, on rolls.

She reached down and started rubbing his leg.

They locked eyes as she was chewing a bite of chocolate cake. Her placed his hand on the side of her cheek, leaned in, and started kissing her.

He could taste all the sugar on her lips and mouth. She had the most amazing lips. They continued making out. She squeezed his leg harder, and continued rubbing her belly, he could tell she was incredibly full.

Eventually he reached down, under her dress and started grabbing handfuls of fat. The top of her belly was distended, but the bottom was soft, pure fat.

Eventually she stopped and looked at him. "Why don't you go ahead and close out?"

He got up and left to grab the waiter.

(n) A flow state is a cognitive, mental state of complete, energized immersion and focused absorption in an activity, characterized by high engagement, low self-consciousness, and an altered sense of time.

I just got home and I haven't seen you all day. No words are exchanged, you just smile and lead me into the bedroom. We texted a few times throughout the day. You sent me pictures of what you had for breakfast and lunch.

You walk over to the bed and sit down on the edge , almost as if you're on autopilot. You bite your bottom lip stare at me. You take off your dress and throw it on the ground. Wearing nothing but your bra and I can't tell if you're wearing panties. Your massive belly rests in your lap. Your tits overflow from your bra. I have to remind myself to buy you a bigger size soon.

You continue biting your bottom lip, and looking back at 4th at me and the two giant bags of fast food I brought into the house. Google create new

Still no words are spoken.

I take my shirt off and my jeans and get down to just my tight brief underwear. Your eyes motion to the fast food. I open the bag take out the first Burger. I hold it in my hands and you stare anxiously.

Your eyes move back and forth between me and the burger. You open your mouth as wide as you can and close your eyes. I get the message. I hold the burger to your mouth and you start chewing.

Slight moans, I can feel the excitement. Still no words are spoken. You chew and chew, and then you swallow. And then you open your mouth anxiously awaiting the next bite.

This continues for the next 10 minutes or so. Every now and then I grab a handful of fries out of the bag and shove them in your mouth. I even open a few ketchup packets and drizzle them down your gullet.

While you're chewing I stop and admire all of your fat. I count the rolls and think about how far your belly protrudes on to your thighs. When you're done chewing you catch me looking, and then you open your mouth once again.

You're starting to chew slower now and you just finished the fourth Burger. I can hear you breathing deeply, we know what's coming next.

I reach for that extra large chocolate milkshake and hand it to you. You give a big sigh, because you no you're about to push yourself as far as you can go. And still no words are spoken.

I sit next to you on the bed as you start drinking the milkshake. Your eyes are closed and you're focusing all your intent on downing all of those calories.

I start to rub your back, providing encouragement. But really I just want to feel your back fat. So many rolls. I can fit my hands under most of them. I grab them and jiggle them.

I move my hands up to your neck. The back of your neck is so fat it's unbelievable. Your neck even has rolls of its own. I reach around you and try as hard as I can to grab the other side of you, you're so wide now. I grab a side roll and give it a big jiggle.

I move my hands down to your thighs and start rubbing them. So much fat, so much cellulite, it's amazing. I reach my hands down to your calves they're almost as massive as your thighs used to be. I start to feel your cankles, they're so sexy.

I look at your face and your eyes are still closed, clutching the milkshake with both hands. Gulp after gulp after gulf. The sound of you swallowing might be the sexiest sound I've ever heard in my life.

I take one hand and maneuver it under your belly, under your panties, and deep down under your massive fupa. My hand is immediately drenched, you're soaking wet as I expected.

I'm rock hard, and my underwear is soaked in pre-cum. I get down on my knees in front of you and look up at you. And still no words are spoken.

I start rubbing your thighs and work my way up to your belly. I've been waiting for this part the entire time. I grab your love handles with both hands and shove my face into your belly. My face is consumed by fat, and there's no other place I'd rather be.

I can feel your belly button and I stick my tongue deep inside of it. It's so warm, it's so deep. I start to swirl my tongue around and I hear you moan deeply.

I stop every 20 seconds or so and look up. Your eyes are closed and you're starting to lean back your head as you make progress on the milkshake. Chocolate drips down your face and it's falling on your oversized breasts. More gulping, heavy breathing through your nose. And still no words are spoken.

I shove my face back into your belly, my tongue back into your belly button, and grab back onto both love handles, I grab as much fat as I possibly can. You're moaning louder now, and I'm only getting more turned on.

The gulping becomes louder, faster. I start feeling a tingling sensation. I've never felt like this before when we're messing around. My tongue presses deeper into your belly button.

Thoughts race through my mind like crazy. I'm picturing you eating so many different fattening meals that I've fed you. You're the most hedonistic girl I've ever met, and no one has pushed as much food on you before, no one has pushed you to fulfill your desires like I have.

I realize we both want the same thing. You want to get as fat as you possibly can, and I want to make you as fat as I possibly can. The moaning is louder the gulping is even faster I can't handle it.

I feel a warm sensation between my legs. Is this really happening, oh my god. Yes it is. I start pressing my tongue as deep as I can and I grab onto your fat both hands. I'm jiggling it and you're getting to the bottom of the milkshake. You're moaning is loud as you possibly can. So many calories, so much fat, so much greed.

Suddenly we both go quiet and start pulsating at the same time. Holy shit, I'm jizzing in my pants, and you're cumming really hard. I know when you're coming and I can feel your whole body shaking.

I sit back on the floor trying to catch my breath. I look up at you, your face completely covered in chocolate. Your eyes are open now. You're gasping for air and staring right at me.

Did we just, did we just both? Suddenly we start laughing. We're laughing as we try to catch our breath. You look at me and smile and say "hey." I smile and look back at you and say the same thing, "hey."

Close your eyes.

Take a deep breath.

Relax.

This is what you've been waiting for.

You're my pig now.

All your bills are paid. You don't have to work anymore. No responsibilities. Nothing to worry about. You're about to live the life.

I only have one simple rule. It's easy to follow. In fact, it's fun. At every meal, you have to eat the daily calorie requirement for the average woman, 2,000 calories.

That's not so much to ask, it's easy. You know you can do that without trying. 2k for breakfast, take your time. 2k for lunch, not a problem. 2k for dinner, easy. Some nights you love a second dinner at 10pm, even better. Lots of snacks in-between. Lots of heavy cream. Lots of treats. A pint of ice cream here and there.

You've dreamed about this for so long. You're going to get fatter, and I'll be here, every step of the way.

Eat, not just as much as you want, but with a goal in mind. Always eat more than you feel like you can, because I'm there to support you. I'll push you a little bit further, and I promise it will be worth it.

You've outgrown your clothes, no problem. Buy the next size, buy whatever you want. Every upgrade in size is a victory, a triumph that needs to be celebrated.

We'll go out to nice dinners, I'll rub your belly and cheer you on. I'll order 5 different deserts and cheer you on as you try to finish every one of them. I love when people stop and stare at us. There's nothing spoon feeding you every bite in public.

Your appetite will expand, you'll surprise yourself. You'll eat twice as much as you could a few months ago, and we'll both be in awe.

You'll feel winded walking short distances, but I'll make sure you don't have to waddle that far.

I'll weigh you every weekend, and we'll celebrate every pound.

You'll get lost in the sense of pleasure. Feeling full and feeling sexually satisfied means you're on the right track.

You'll become a hedonistic pig, my hedonistic pig. And I'll make sure you're always taken care of.

So sit back.

Relax.

And open wide, because I have a giant piece of cake to feed you.

We're out running errands and the entire time I can't keep my eyes off of you. The way you're ass jiggles in those pants, the way your belly sticks out so much further than your tits in that shirt. Sometimes I find myself starring at your double chin, thinking about how it looks bigger than just a few weeks ago. You ask me questions and I go blank. You think I'm ignoring you, but sorry, it's quite the opposite.

Sometimes I walk behind you in stores just to watch you. I take pictures of you in public like a total creep, and I love it. "She's the fattest person in this store right now," I think to myself. Sometimes I walk around with a non stop erection, for an hour or more...and it's not going away.

We get in the car and you call your friend back to chat. I take my free hand and slide it under your stretchy pants. I'm grabbing handfulls of belly and you reach out and grab my arm tightly. Not to push me away, but to let me know to keep going.

Then I start fingering your belly button and I can tell you're getting distracted. I hear your friend say "are you there? Are you even listening to me?"

I make hard right turn into Shake Shack without saying a word. You tell your friend "I gotta go."

I order two loaded cookies and cream shakes, your favorite. About 1,100 calories each. You suck them down on the ride home. The belly grabs get more intense and I'm trying not to crash the car. I lift your belly and get my hand down in your panties. It's getting really hard to reach your pussy now since you've gotten so huge.

Yup, soaking wet, just as I suspected. I pull into the driveway just as you're sucking down that last shake. You're sucking air at this point.

I park and walk around the car. I open the door and you let out a huge exhale. "I'm so full babe" you say as I rub your belly. I rub the back of your head and then pat your belly. "Let's get you inside." I start walking you into the house.

As soon as we get inside I give you a hug. I love feeling your full belly pressed against mine. You pull me by the hand to our bedroom and we start making out. I can taste all the sugar on your lips.

I take your shirt off and start kissing your belly, I know this drives you crazy.

And that's when shit goes off the rails. This is the part I love. This is how I now we're both on the same page. We start hurling intense feedist dirt talk at one another.

"I'm gonna make you the fattest fucking girl on planet earth!"

We make out again for a few seconds until you pull away and hit me with "I want to be full all the time, and I want to get so fat for you!"

I pull your panties down around your feetcand sit you down on the bed.

"I want you eating more, I want to see 10,000 calories a day!

You're breathing so heavy now, and we're making out in a frenzy "yes! At least 10,000 calories, I want even more. I want to gain faster!"

I lay you back and put you feet on my shoulders, then I start penertrating you. It takes so much work to get deep inside of you now. You're 350lbs and there is so much fat protecting that pussy.

But that's the point. That's what I want. Any pussy worthwhile is going to be buried in mountains of fat. I'm long enough, and I'm up for the challenge.

I'm thrusting like a mad man. My ripped lower body just slapping against fat. You're moaning so loud.

Then in between moans you ask intentionally "babe...snack....babe, get me a snack. You love to eat while I fuck you, and I love to watch it.

I pull out and run to the pantry. I grab a dozen brownies and throw them on a plate.

Back to the bedroom, feet back up on my shoulders. I hand you a brownie. I'm thrusting, you're moaning, you're eating. And every time you finish one you yell "more!!" I can't handle it to you fast enough.

"Eat fatty!" I yell as I keep thrusting. Your eyes roll back and you cum multiple times. I start going slow and I know you're still recovering from an organization because you're not eating.

It only takes a minute and you're back. Munching again. And I'm pounding that fat pussy with all I've got.

So warm, so wet. Shit, you're eaten 8 brownies, where did they go?? I'm not gonna last much longer.

I reach down and grab your belly with both hands. As much fat as I can possibly hold If I'm going to cum, I want to be completely engulfed by your fat.

For that one moment, I want to feel it, all of it. All the fat I've added to you. The end result of all that greed, all that laziness, all that overindulgence. It's all mine, just for one...

I reach down and shove the next brownie all the way in your mouth, you let put such a loud moan, then I explode inside of you, like I never have before.

We're both sweating, and you're out of breath. I stay inside of you and stare out you for a good 30 seconds. We're both panting for air.

What a good fatty. That's my fatty. And she's about to get a hell of a lot fatter.

You've been a really good fatty lately, and you've been sticking to the plan. At a minimum, you should be eating the average daily calorie intake of an average sized person, at every single meal. That's 2,000+ calories per meal and that's an easy number to clear. I've been cooking you a big breakfast every morning before I leave for work, you door dash whatever you want at lunch time, and then I'm either cooking for you at dinner or we're ordering you more takeout.

In between meals you snack and graze, but I see more opportunity to increase your intake here. You know how turned on I get tracking all this, and I know you love when I set goals for you, so hear me out.

I've set up snack drawers in our bedroom. Each compartment is labeled with the corresponding calorie count (rounded down of course). So if something has 240 calories, that's 200 points. The daily goal is a minimum of 4,000 points. How did I come up with that? Well, if you're getting 6k cals from meals, and 4k cals from snacks, that's 10k cals a day, and that's such a sexy number. I know, that's a lot of food! But you're my fatty and I have to set the bar high. I want you at 400lbs in the next year, so this should get you there.

Anyways, beyond that daily goal, there's a weekly goal of 30,000 points and monthly goal of 120,000 points. And... now I'm getting turned on just thinking about all those calories. Hit your weekly goal, and we go to dinner at the nicest restaurant you want. Ruth Chris, Capital Grill, etc.. Hit the monthly goal and you're getting something really nice. An LV purse, book another vacation, whatever you want, it's yours.

I'll refresh the snack drawers every night so they're nice and full when you start your day. So after breakfast, when you're lounging around, watching TV, and making content for your OF, start hitting those snack drawers. Munch on some chips, take down a Hershey bar, and save all the wrappers, because you know I get off on counting everything up when I get home.

If you feel too stuffed after lunch, take a nap, then take an edible, then start grazing again. And don't feel rushed. I know how you love snacking late at night before bed, so there's always plenty of time in the day to hit those numbers.

And before you ask, no shakes and funnels do not count, sorry! Those are not snacks, they count separately. When you drink a shake, that's you deciding to add an ultra fattening treat to the day and it shouldn't be counted as part of your standard diet. And when I funnel you, that's my way of topping you off. When you're being an extra, extra good fatty.

I want to be clear. It's not just about overeating and sex, it's much more. I want you chasing all of your desires and pursuing excess in every facet of your life.

I'm making stupid money right now so expenses are not a concern at all. I want you driving whatever car it is you want, just pick something that you'll fit into 200lbs from now. White EV Hummer? Escalade? Done. And don't worry about taking care of it, that's on me. I get a hard on from cleaning fast food wrappers and empty milk shake cups out of your car.

I wan't you popping buttons on designer clothes and spoiling yourself on a daily basis. Hitting the salon and spa, getting massages, whenever the hell you feel like it.

I used to think flying first class was a waste of money, but I'll be damn sure my fatty never sits in coach again. You don't fit in a regular seat now anyways. You're burning a hole in my credit card and it only makes me work harder, do bigger deals, and make more money.

Book vacations for you and I wherever you want to go. All-inclusive is my preference, not because it makes financial sense, but because it encourages 24/7 excess.

Go out to lunch with your friends every day, vape weed around the clock. Order DoorDash five times a day for all I care.

But don't get it twisted, I'm not your simp or your pay pig. I'm YOUR fucking Daddy and I'm YOUR feeder. You're MY fatty, MY dumb greedy bimbo, and you belong to me.

You already know this, but Free Use is part of the deal. Sometimes I get so turned on watching you eat that I'm going to take you mid meal and fuck your brains out. Remember the time at the restaurant when I followed you to the bathroom and we locked the door so I could bend you over the sink? Spoiler alert, it's going to keep happening. Sometimes we'll be in the back row of a movie theater and I'm turned on from feeling your fat during the film, I'll make you blow me right there. Wait, why did I grab the back of your hair and make you stop mid blow job? That's right, gulp that milk shake down and then get back to work. I love the feeling of your cold wet mouth around my cock.

As you've grown fatter, I continue to get more and more attracted to you, it's really insane how much so. Remember the time you were wearing yoga pants in the mall and I just pulled the front down and plopped your belly out in public? Like 10 people turned and looked. You were startled at first but you looked at me and immediately knew what I was doing. Daddy is so proud of his fatty, sometimes he wants to show the world.

You're getting full, I can tell. You're slowing down. You have that drowsy look in your eye.

You're chewing really slow. I look down and your tits and belly are covered in bits of food and spilled heavy cream. It's time.

I lay you on your side facing away from me, and I'm in big spoon position. I start sizing you up. Look at the size of that ass. You're more than twice my size, and that's fucking hot.

I reach down under those massive ass cheeks. As I suspected, you're pussy is dripping wet. I bring myself closer and slide my long, rock hard cock inside you. It's so warm, and so tight for such a fatty.

I'm laying right behind you, and inside you. I can hear you breathing heavy. You're too full to do anything but lay there, but that just turns me on even more.

I grab a full chocolate bar off the nightstand and slide that same arm under your neck. I use my other arm to reach around you and grab your belly. I can feel the sloshing of food and alcohol. I am completely spooning you now.

That arm I have under your neck is holding the chocolate bar, and it's facing right towards your mouth. I love how I don't have to say anything, you just reach out with your neck and take a bite. I start thrusting behind that fat ass and I pound those checks a couple times and stop.

We don't exchange words, but it's very clear. If you want that dick, you gotta eat more.

You reach up with your mouth and take another big bite. I'm thrusting again, and you start moaning. Your face is covered in chocolate and you're gasping for air.

"Cream," is all you say to me. So I take that hand off your belly, reach over to the night stand and grab the cream. I'm holding it to your lips and you're gulping. We can both feel my cock pulsating inside of you, you know your reward is coming.

I start thrusting again, faster now. You take another bite of the chocolate bar. I keep thrusting.

It's all too much and I can feel you already cumming for the first time quickly. The thought of being full and getting fatter is all you need, I grab your belly and you keep convulsing for a few seconds.

I hold you for a few more seconds, then I resume thrusting. We're going to keep going fatty, this isn't over.

"Eat" I say, as you take the last bite of the chocolate bar. Good fatty, I didn't think you would have room.

My hands are covered in chocolate and you start licking them wildly. I start thrusting faster, and faster.

I love fucking you from behind, on our side, because I can watch every ripple of fat. It starts with your ass cheeks and radiates up towards your back fat.

I start to talk dirty to you. "You ate so good for me tonight, you're such a good fatty."

You moan and then reply, "oh babe you think so? Did I eat good? Do you think that will help make me fatter?"

"Yes fatty, so much fatter. But I think I feel room for more."

I grab a can of whip cream off the night stand and I'm holding it with the arm that's spooned under you. I start blasting whip cream into your mouth. You take it like a champ.

God I can feel you getting even wetter, you greedy fatty it's unbelievable, I'm thrusting in and out of your dripping wet fuck hole.

"More," you say impatiently, as I fill your mouth again with whip cream. Fuck, I'm getting close.

I can feel all your mass, all your fat. I'm using my one free hand to reach around and craddle as much fat as I can.

I know I'm going to cum, and I'm going to cum so deep inside of you. I want to give it all to you fatty, every last drop.

With my last couple thrusts I bring my head closer behind you and bring my mouth right to your ear. I whisper right into your ear, "I'm going to make you the fattest girl that's ever lived!"

Just as I say those words you grab the whip cream can and shove it in your mouth, filling your mouth with whip cream to the point where it's overflowing everywhere. I'm cumming so hard, so deep inside of you. Pressing through all that fat to make sure you feel all my warm, sticky cum all the way inside of you.

Ifyou don't know the boundaries of your own desires, are you really alive?

If you're not eating until you can't move, are you really even trying?

If you're not stuffed as often as possible, please do not call yourself a feedee.

If you're not cumming to thoughts of getting fatter, what's the point?

This is a foodie girl with feeder tendencies writing to you and I would like to ask you something personal, to which I hope I will get an honest answer?

Let's run through my thoughts. You meet a young, thin, good-looking girl who lets you convince her that she needs to eat more and gain weight. Over time, you mold her into the greedy, uninhibited, gluttonous pig of your dreams. Over time, she's become fatter, lazier, and more lethargic, and her piggy-like brain is all about eating, growing, and fucking. Her big belly hangs down to her thunder thighs, her soft upper arms swing with every movement, her puffy, fat face sits on a massive double or triple chin, you only fuck her in her navel because you can't reach her fat cunt with your dick anymore, etc.

You live with her for a few years, after she's so 'perfectly formed'. You see her every day; for you, the sight of her becomes part of everyday life, a familiar sight. Doesn't that then, over time, give you, as with many feeders, a desire, a craving for 'fresh meat' arise: a new, young, thin girl, whom you also want to fatten up? But what do you do with your fat pig? Kick her out? Or has the connection, the feeling of togetherness, grown so much over time that this step is absolutely out of the question for you? Besides, what would your fat, lazy, gluttonous airship do on its own? She's totally fixated on you, trained, she'd literally sink, or would you not give a damn, along the lines of, 'She had a great time, now she should stay where the preference grows'?

I think for some that might be the case. And I think that unfortunate "craving" for something new arises in both fetish and non fetish relationships. I can only speak for myself when I say that my attraction is not as much based on the numbers or size of the gain, as much as it is the desire to be fed and grow.

For example, I have found myself more content and satisfied with a 200lb girl who has the same intensity of the fetish, vs a 350lb girl who isn't really a hardcore feedee.

If you want that dick, you're gonna have to eat.

Fatty needs to show me how badly she wants to grow.

Fatty needs to prove to me that she's a true hedonist.

Make yourself cum while you eat. Make yourself cum after you eat. Make yourself cum when you think about eating. Go ahead, we both know you want to.

I'm not giving fatty any dick until she's absolutely stuffed. Until you can't eat one more bite. Until you feel like you're going to explode.

I don't want a girl, I want a blimp.

When I hold that gut, it better be tight. I don't want to feel any room left in there.

I don't want to hear about any other thoughts in fatty's head, other than eating and cumming.

And when I'm convinced fatty has had enough, when she's pushed herself as far as she can possibly go, then you get this dick. Then you'll get fucked like you've never been fucked before. The you'll get what you've been waiting for.

And then when fatty cums several more times. When fatty's seemingly limitless desires have been met. When there are no thoughts left in fatty's greedy little head. I'll explode inside you, filling you with as much cum as I possibly can.

Then I'll stand and admire your massive, round, lifeless, exhausted, bloated body.

I'm tired after a long day of work, and then the dinner party. I drank too much, and I could probably pass out. But you want that dick, and you certainly know how to get it.

You walk over to the side of the bed, you took your dress off and you let that belly hang a few feet from my face.

"I've got a question for you babe" you say in a soft sensual voice.

"Yes, what is it?" I reply, almost falling asleep.

"Who do you think was the fattest person at the party tonight?"

My eyes open and I see you smiling playfully.

I swear to God, I was almost instantly hard.

"Um, yea I think the answer is pretty clear babe," I reply.

"Hmmm," you say inquisitively as you move closer, "are you sure? Because there were some pretty thicc girls there. And you know, Brian's wife is pregnant so she looked huge."

You walk over and rub your belly, right in front of my face.

"Babe, it wasn't even close." I reply laughing.

You push me back onto the bed and rip my pants off , and ask playfully "tell me how you know?"

I'm rock hard and wide awake now. "Ok, you really want to know huh?"

You take the rest of your clothes off and get on top of me. My God you're dripping wet, someone has been wanting this all day.

"Because you're huge babe" I say as you slide my cock in. Fuck it feels amazing.

You start riding me slowly and whispering in my ear, "I wan't to hear it again, louder. Who was the fattest girl in the room?"

"You!" I exclaim.

"Whonwas the fattest girl at the entire party?"

"You!" I exclaim again. Now you're riding me faster.

"Who is the fattest girl you've seen all day?"

"You!" I'm so ridiculously turned l on.

"Now..." You continue, "I want to hear why."

"You're riding me and I'm grabbing your belly. Handfuls of fat. I'm grabbing as much as I can as you bounce up and down.

"Because you're a 350lb fatty, because you were wearing a dress that was several sizes too small and I could see every outline of your belly. Because you have massive G cup titties that spill out of anything you wear. Because you have a huge double chin and a fat neck, and when you laugh your face sinks into all that fat.

You moan "keep going."

"Because you were at least 100lbs fatter than anyone else at that party. Because people stare, because people talk and I can hear it, they say wow she let herself go, they say she must have a thyroid issue, they say why hasn't she tried ozempic?"

"Keep going!" You exclaim. "How did I get so fat, tell me!

"Because I made you this way. Because you're my fatty. Because you're a greedy hedonistic pig, and I enable and encourage you to grow."

You're moaning so loud now.

"Because you eat as much as you can at every meal. Because you drink two weight shakes a day. Because you snack and graze all day long. Because I forcefeed you cake and heavy cream, and you always finish like a good fatty.

"Keep going!" I can barely understand you at this point. Your tits are bouncing up and down, belly is jiggling everywhere, you're breathing really heavy, which only turns me on more. "Tell me, tell me how much fatter you're going to make me, tell me!!"

"I'm going to make you so much fatter, I'm going to make you the fattest girl on earth, not just the dinner party. I want you immobile, I want you confined to this bed. I want you eating and cumming, and thinking about nothing else. I'm going to make you into the massive pig you were meant to be!!

"Aaaaahhh fuuuuuck!!" We both cum at the same time. Holy shit....you're breathing so fast, and you're sweating a lot.

You're still trying to catch your breath but you give me a smile and shake your head in disbelief.

Finally catching your breath you laugh and say "aren't you glad you didn't fall asleep?"

To be recited before evey stuffing.

I believe in excess and I believe in greed. I believe in sloth and I believe I sedentarism.

I choose overconsumption, not to achieve satiation, but to create new limits of capacity. I choose to live in a heightened state of sexual arousal as often as humanly possible.

I promise to pursue my own desires, but to always place my feeder's desires above my own. I promise to allow myself to be enabled controlled, as I know it's the best way to achieve ultimate pleasure in my life.

Rough sex and passionate sex are fun, don't get me wrong. But sometimes, the greatest feeling in the world is when she's on top of me, moving real slow, and we're saying all the dirty things on our minds.

You're sweating, breathing heavy, your massive fat body on top of me. You've been riding me hard for a while, and now it's time to move slow and let you catch your breath. You lean forward, laying on top of me. I'm still inside you, deep inside you. You're mouth is next to my ear, and mine next to yours.

It usually starts slow, sometimes as a whisper, but we both know where it's going, and how it's going to escalate...I can't wait.

"I love your cock inside of me, you're so good to your fatty."

"That's cause you're my fatty, and you're the best fatty."

"Do you want to make me fatter?"

"Hmm, maybe."

"Ha, just maybe?"

"Yea maybe, maybe I want to make you a lot fatter."

"Oh yea, how much fatter?"

"Maybe I want to make you twice as fat as you are right now."

"Hmm, I'm already pretty big, but that sounds like fun."

"Maybe I want to make you so fat that you can't walk anymore."

I feel you let out a slight moan, I start pulling in and out, thrusting real slow.

"Maybe I want to make you the fattest girl in the world. My personal fuck pig, stuffed all the time, just growing endlessly for me."

"Oh yea, maybe I was thinking the same thing baby. Baby I love it when you make me eat more, even when I think I can't."

"Yea, I love it too. You're such a good fatty."

You start moving your hips and riding slowly, I'm still thrusting in and out. I'm grabbing both those massive ass checks. Your fat just flowing in waves with each thrust.

You start moaning in my ear and telling me your darkest desires.

'Oh baby, I want to get so much bigger for you, make me 600 or 700lbs, maybe more. Bring me out and public and let people gasp when they see me. Show everyone what a good fatty your fuck pig has been."

"I will, you know I will."

"I'll never stop making you fatter, I promise."

"You better promise"

"I promise."

We're both getting close now. You start riding me faster.

"Baby fuck your fatty, make me cum, I'm so close."

"I'm gonna fill you with my cum too. Just fattening food and cum, all day every day. Because you're my fat, fuck big."

"More baby, more!!

You're sitting up now, riding my full speed, sweaty and panting. I've grabbed the sides f your belly with both hands.

"Baby more!! I want more!! Make me fatter!!

"Oh fuck pig you're the best. I'm gonna make you eat so much tonight, I'm going make you a 1,000lb food addicted, fat slob, queen fuck pig!"

"Baby!! Fuck your fatty!!

I see your eyes rolling in the back of your head. I'm about to cum too. I shove my face into your sweaty belly in the final seconds, I love being smothered by your fat at that moment, and then we both have the most massive orgasms. We're both shaking, and you let out on final moan, almost screaming.

We're both laying there trying to catch our breath.

We sleep in because it's the weekend. We both wake up starving. I'm horny as all hell, but foreplay in public is my favorite, so I rush you towards the door. You're wearing those stretchy sweat pants and a tight fitting tshirt.

I walk you to your side of the car and open the door for you. It's not selfless chivalry, I actually just can't get enough of watching you sit your fat ass down on just about anything. It's like I see it in slow motion every time. The back of your shirt lifts up, I see about 4 inches of crack, and then bamm, you land on that seat and the car drops a few inches. Fuck...I'm already hard.

I hop in the drivers seat and before I start the car, I pause to hear you breathing heavy from that short walk down the driveway. Fuck...it's gonna be a great day.

We drive a few blocks and you start talking about what you're going to order. You grab my hand and slide it down your stretchy pants right onto your belly. I grab a handful, jiggle it, pat it, and I start driving faster. I can't wait to get there.

We pull up at our favorite old fashioned diner. Before we exit the card you pull out the vape and take a couple long drags, you're enhancing that appetite I see.

We walk inside and our favorite waitress is there, she's always so nice. She leads us right to our favorite booth. The one in the back with extra room for you to fit, it's also very private. She brings us coffee and orange juice.

"The usual" she asks? "Yes," you hesitate, "but today I want two big orders of biscuits and gravy in addition to everything else, guess I'm feeling a bit famished" you say as you look at me and smile. The waitress smiles and walks away.

Now I'm super turned on, so I slide my hand around your back and right down those stretchy pants. I let my whole arm engulf that massive ass. "Sounds like we'll be adding some more to this?" I question as I grab and jiggle your ass. You just smile and nod.

Our order starts coming out. You're having 4 eggs sunny side up, 2 sausage patties, 2 pancakes, 2 waffles, grits, hash browns, 4 pieces of toast, and two large portions of biscuits and gravy. I'm just having my scrambled eggs and bacon.

You start with the biscuits and gravy, don't want to let those get cold. There's so much, but you make them disappear pretty quickly. You stop and take a breath, I start rubbing your back. I swear every time I do this I notice new back fat, it's incredible.

You move right to the eggs, so runny. You mop them up with the toast. Before I know it, the plate is clean. I push the pancakes right in front of you and I cover them in syrup. I can tell you're getting turned on.

You start eating with a fork in one hand and you reach under the table with the other and feel my rock hard rock with the other. I whisper in your ear "are you gonna eat all that for me baby?" You moan with delight.

Just then we're interrupted by the waitress setting down a can of whip cream on the table. "For the pancakes" she says as she turns and walks away. My God she's the best, that's why I leave her a huge tip every time.

I start covering the pancakes with whip cream as you plow through them. Then I look around and realize no one is in our section of the diner. I grab your chin while you're chewing and turn it towards me. You think I'm going to kiss you and I decline, instead motioning for you to open wide. Your eyes open as you realize what I'm about to do. You open up and I fill your mouth with whip cream until it's overflowing. You continue to moan.

The pancakes and waffles are gone. Everything else is slowly disappearing. I slide my hand down the front of your pants all the way under that belly. Yup, I can feel you're wet, that's what I wanted to check on. You get really aroused when you start to feel full. You sit back and take a deep breath. "I'm so full" you say, just as the waitress walks back over. I look right at her and order one huge slice of keylime pie.

She goes to grab the whip cream and I snatch it out of her hand. "Not so fast, we're going to need that," I say with a smirk.