Wettaun

"still hungry?" asked with zero judgement and only genuine care about your satisfaction, calling you "greedy" as a term of endearment while they're already preparing the next course, "let me see" as they lift your shirt to admire their handiwork and stroke your full belly ♡

Overly anxious and needy feeder just constantly whining and whimpering about how they hope they’re doing enough for you, meanwhile your stuck in bed groaning and moaning after they just fed you a five course meal. I love overcompensation

the concept of being so overfed that i need someone to rub my big belly while they feed me more just so i can keep going >>

thinking about going down on a feedee after filling them with courses and courses of food. theyd be propped up on the bed or comfy chair with massive thighs spread and a huge overstuffed, round, gurgling belly hanging between. i’d get where i belong, on my knees, with my head under their lower belly. the gurgles of digestions from the heavy meal i stuffed them with would be extra loud at this level. their massive belly weighing on my head would be nearly crushing me, but i dont mind at all. i would reach my hands up to rub their gigantic churning belly while i get them off. my feedee, so huge and full and lethargic, could just lean back, bliss out, and savor the mix of pleasure. every moan, gurgle, and belch from them would feel like a token of a job well done on my part.

the ocean is so scary but... a cruise... i cant stop thinking about how fat i could get with two weeks of unlimited access to endless food... eating enough bacon at breakfast every morning to start the day off painfully bloated already, downing a dozen "little" ice cream cones before lunch, waddling from my room to the buffet three times a day getting stuffed enough to be unable to move dozens of times before i get home... ten, twenty, thirty extra pounds of fat on my frame... and of course i dont buy more clothes, i let my touristy vacation clothes seemingly shrink by the day... floral shirts ride up on my bloated tummy, my fat udders spilling out of the tiny strappy sundress that fit me so perfectly when i left, jeans unbuttoned and unzipped because after i popped the buttons on two pairs i just gave up on covering up my blubber... or something idk!! also unlimited bar... anyways!!!