The Reluctant Feedee

I don't generally enjoy the feeling of being stuffed, but I'm having those fantasies of being made to stuff regularly to increase my stomach capacity over time. Leaving me with with overpowering hunger pangs, whimpering for food, and forcing me to overeat with huge meals just to feel full, making me lose control over my appetite.

It’s always an inordinate little thrill when someone likes one of my pictures. Someone once told me I should learn to enjoy making myself fatter to the point of making it hard to find a real relationship and posting pictures of my gaining, all for the fleeting voyeuristic pleasure of distant people I’ll never even know or meet. The submission and degradation of dedicating myself and my body to being just a fetish object for strangers. It’s kind of a sexy thought.

In a kinda force me to overeat, gag me, hood me with panties and leave me tied up to think about what I’ve done kinda mood.  Nothin’ fancy.