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I’ve been craving cake since a few days now…

Chocolate cake. Will do. Just are two double big Mac's, cake and icecream for dessert would be a be a good way to fall asleep

Belly overeating cake? What type would you feed them?

Do you always feel the urge to rub a fat person's belly? Like not even in just a sexual way, but like have you ever sat next to someone who is fat and it made you want to rub or touch their belly just out of platonic curiosity? If so, have you ever acted on that urge or been close to?

Belt Buster! So the dozen doughnuts was my breakfast... sort of. So I don't REALLY eat distinct meals, I'm a huuuge night eater, so I often wake up like two or three times a night to eat something. Like Oreo's or peanut butter or both at once, sometmes just drink milk. So the dozen doughnuts were the first thing I ate after leaving my hotel but I never really stop eating. I never really had appetite control, ever, so I don't really get 'full' like regular people do. I used to be more fit when I was younger because I was an athlete, but I've always been big, I'm 6'0 and basically haven't been under 200 pound since I was 16. Like, yesterday I had 6 pieces of fried chicken and 2 large fries and 2 biscuits, within an hour I was eating a candy bar while looking for where to get the best ice cream. That being said eating a dozen doughnuts in one sitting was definitely me showing off, I wanted to do it so I could tell you about it and how it made me feel. Binging is much more fun when you have someone to tell! It was a 'happy hour' day where we left work a little early and got a bunch of appetizers at a bar, I got steak frites with garlic butter. I still feel full, but I love food so much I just keep eating. Definitely sweating as I ate that steak and fries though, can't imagine how many thousands of calories I had that day, I felt like a balloon blowing up. This assistant/feeder thing is definitely unlocking some new feelings for me. Thinking about you feeding me telling me about the expenses and how helpful it is working with me and how working together really is showing you how much you can get out of the job. Watching the gaps in the buttons of my dress shirt get bigger, and bigger, getting so close to popping one as you offer me a dessert. The moment I try to stand up busts my shirt wide open, my big belly erupting out onto my lap. I'm so embarrassed but you reassure me it's fine and tell me how long our day has been and how you can help me get another shirt tomorrow. Thinking about how you as my work assistant slowly but surely take more control of my life where your just helping make things easier for me as I get fatter, and fatter, snapping pics of me to compare to what I'm going to be in another few months of work trips.