Chubby Bellies And Thick Thighs

You're all so special. please don't lose your spark, no matter what.

Two people start dating, fall for one another, and become comfortable enough to confess something: they're both feeders. It's a curveball, definitely. Neither of them are feedees in the least, and they're not interested in mutual gaining. What to do? Their relationship is perfect aside from this, but it isn't something either of them can deny.

So, they discuss the possibility of adding a 3rd to their relationship: a serious feedee. Someone who is ready to completely throw ambition aside and basically become a doted-on house pet. The couple can have their feeder desires fulfilled, they maintain their loving relationship, and the feedee gets to be double overfed.

After a little while of searching, they find someone perfect. All three have been chatting for a while, they've met up a few times, and they're all in agreement for the feedee to move in to the feeders' house.

It begins immediately. All parties are eager to start. The feeders make sure their feedee is eating 5 full meals per day, with snacks. The feedee is completely adored. Hand fed, encouraged, caressed, just spoiled beyond belief. The arousal that builds as feedings continue is unrivaled. Absolute euphoria.

The effects of such infatuation on all sides is...startling. In just a short amount of time, the feedee has piled on weight like crazy. With food and attention in excess, their body can't help but swell to more than twice the size of either of their feeders. Every need and desire is fulfilled. They're enabled to be the ever-fattening partner that each of them wanted.

hm, I'd say:

1) talk to us like we're people (the ffas / feeders I've interacted with? all cool as hell) and be a person back. I'm not just my kinks and I tend to like to know that the person I'm talking to has, like, interests.

2) seek to understand what we're into within feedism because that's gonna vary widely... and maybe have a blog that demonstrates what you're into so we can suss out compatibility.

3) make it clear why you're interested in *us*. I feel like I get DMs quite often that are just, "hello, girl-shaped creature"... and I know it's hard out here, that this is a niche kink, etc... but I'd wager most of us want to feel like we aren't interchangeable, you know?

“Why’d you let me eat so much?”

“Are you just gonna stand there drooling or are you gonna come rub my belly?”

“You feed me way too much.”

“Come feel how heavy you’ve made me.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to make me fat.”

“Ugh, look how much you made me eat.”

“I’m so stuffed… but I’m gonna keep eating. I want to impress you, feedress.”

“Fuck, I’m so full I can hardly breathe.”

“I always end up eating too much when you’re around…”

“Look what you did! You’ve been overfeeding me so much that I outgrew my favorite pair of jeans!”

“I’m gonna regret this later, but….. y-yeah, I’ll have some more food…”

“God, what did you do to me? Even when I’m stuffed, I just want more now…”

“Fuck, I just can’t stop eating…”

“Jesus, when did I get so fucking fat?”

hey y’all!

so I had to rush my brave lil guy to the emergency vet last night. turns out he had a blockage in his bladder and could have easily died. he’s doing better today, but is still be monitored by the vet for another 24 hours. unfortunately, all of this set me back $3400. i normally wouldn’t do anything like this, but this was a really unexpected expense and so anything would help. my OF is half off right now for the next two weeks, i also have a cash app, both links are in my profile!

I would train him to never say no to food. I would train him to only feel full when he’s completely stuffed to the brim. Even when I’ve stuffed him so full that his distended, groaning belly is causing him to pant and moan, if I ask if my pretty boy wants more food, his answer will be “yes please mistress.”

I would train him to never hold in his burps or precious moans of pleasure, even in public. He would become oblivious to his shirt riding up as he eats. It’s only a matter of time before he bursts a button in public, and even then if I’ve done my job right, it’ll only make him hungrier and hornier. He would always say yes to another drink or another hit, not even realizing how fucked up he’s getting. And afterwards, he’d all too eagerly let me have my way with him.

He would be confused as to why his clothes aren’t fitting the way they used to, and then blindly smile and agree with me when I tell him that he doesn’t need to wear any while he’s in the house anyway.

He wouldn’t be able to think about anything other than food and sex, “anything else is for feedress to worry about. Have another cookie and don’t you worry your pretty little head,” I’d say. All he would care about is eating, getting stuffed, getting horny, and impressing feedress. “And feedress treats you so good, doesn’t she?” I’d coo as he nods rapidly, taking another bite of the slice of pizza I’m dangling in front of his face.

“You’re such a good fat boy for me aren’t you? So perfect. You make feedress so proud, my precious, plump, pretty little himbo.”

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