Blue, And Green Sound Hella Enticing I Won’t Lie

The type of relationship im pining for, I live to be teased, to be fed, to be the object of a woman’s affection is my #1 dream

Oops, did I buy too much food for you? You polished off three adult meals so easily last time that I figured a fourth would be a good challenge for you. I really don’t want this food to go to waste, so how about I give you some nice belly rubs to make room for more? I know just the trick to ease your discomfort, and in moments you let out a big belch with a sigh of relief. Isn’t that better? You did such a good job with the first three meals, a fourth would absolutely delight me! As a reward, there’s a creamy milkshake waiting for you in the fridge. I normally try not to push you to the extreme, but today I can’t help but want to see you blow up faster than before. I crave new stretch marks forming so I can take credit to your rapidly expanding waistline. Be a good pet for me and finish everything, okay? I’ll even bring out the funnel for you to take your shake since I know it excites you so much. It takes time to create an artistic masterpiece, you know? I want to transform you in ways that leaves people gasping at the sight of you. “How can this blob of lard be considered a person?” Well, the answer is plain and simple. You were meant to grow to be unbelievable proportions, especially under my care and command. It was so easy to let you eat whatever you wanted, only for me to your weak will for advantage and turn you into this eating machine like you are now. As I share all this with you, you have cleaned off your fourth plate and asked if there is anything else to eat. This shocks even me as I thought you were nearing your limits. When I mentioned there’s the smoothie left, you groaned and said you need more food to fill your endless pit. How adorable! You’re begging me for more at this point, so I whip up the emergency XL frozen pizza I keep on hand. Too eager to wait half hour, you haul fat ass up to waddle over to the fridge and pull out some whipped frosting I was planning to use for another treat. Without a hesitation, you begin to scoop the icing with your bare hands, ensuring to lick your fingers each time to greedily shovel more calories into your taut belly. My, my. What has gotten into you tonight?! “Ugh, I don’t know. When you mentioned what people would think of me… a wave of hunger hit me like I haven’t eaten all day. I think you did this to me.” Goodness, all I did was buy you food when you wanted it. I may have funded this fantasy of yours, but you never told me to stop. You’ve grown so big and heavy by indulging on everything I have fed you. It’s not my fault you chose to laze and graze about. You could have exercised more or told me “no” more often. But you chose not to do anything. You chose to eat more instead. And now you’ve got this pizza to eat for me. You’re half way done and began to slow down considerably, but we both know I will not let you walk away without eating what you’ve committed to. I decide to hand feed you the last three so you can rub your swollen gut. It’s both the biggest you’ve ever been and also the smallest I want to see you. With some final coercing, every last bite of the pizza has found a spot to reside in your massive belly. At this point you’re huffing and puffing from how stuffed you are. You begin to whimper as you see me saunter off to the fridge to get your shake. “Uhf, I need a break. *huff* Maybe in the morning I can… *buurp* finish the shake. I… *puff* am so full. *burp* Please…” Aw. How cute. You’re begging me to stop, but the only break I give you is ten minutes so you stop sweating from how full you are. A cold, refreshing beverage is just the thing you need. Trust me. And then I’ll take you to bed and massage that orb until you fall asleep. This is where the funnel helps me here. You’re trapped by your own gluttony, and the weight of tonight’s damage has you beached on the couch. Helpless by your own greed, there’s nothing you can do but be a good pet and tilt your head back for me. With the funnel attached, you moan at how good the liquid feels as it fills every last bit of space within your belly. You nearly forgot how full you were and begin sucking down the shake until there is nothing left. I let you sit for a few moments as I take in the sight before me. Your belly forces your thighs apart and spills onto the couch. It’s so full and distended that there is hardly any jiggle left to your belly. I take my hand and lightly trace your belly, feeling how warm and agitated those stretch marks must feel as a result of tonight’s stuffing. I wonder how many stretch marks you’ll wake up with tomorrow morning? Well, it seems you’ve fallen asleep right on the couch. Best to let you stay there and digest everything you’ve eaten, I suppose.  

New pfp material, dangerously full

stuffed before classes, where’s my feeder gf whose gonna pack my gut filled with heavy cream after i get back?

Me n who fr fr

I’m so proud of you darling, you’ve been eating so well 🥵

Onlyfans & Fansly 🫶

Hi, my belly full🥲

where all the hot feeders in nj? its not even noon and i’m already stuffed to the brim 😮‍💨

Today I’m into the idea of corrupting a dominant feeder guy teehee 🤭

I mean just think about it… you love watching people stuff themselves. It gets you off, and you just want to be around it all the time. You can’t stop thinking about it. You’d never let yourself submit like that. You’re a big strong boy with impressive muscles. At the same time, you’re shy, and you don’t tell anyone about your fetish. Little do you know, I have the same fetish. So imagine one night, we go on a date. I start teasing you by talking about food and eating, which gets you excited. You think maybe I’m a stuffer. I order more food than I should, and this gets you even more excited. I flirtatiously ask for your help finishing all the food I ordered. You oblige, thinking even if you help me eat, there’s still so much food that by the end of the meal I’ll be stuffed. You feel yourself getting hard at the table. You can’t stop staring at my pretty lips and cute nails as I eat. I begin to daintily feed you. It doesn’t really register at first… you’re so caught up in the excitement that you’re on a date, and that I ordered too much, and how pretty I am, that you don’t realize that YOU are the one eating most of it. You feel yourself getting more and more full but you ignore it to focus on the throbbing between your legs. Suddenly, I smile sweetly at you and ask what you want for dessert. You feel bloated now, tight and a bit uncomfortable. But this is just a game, you think. It will all this be worth it in the end to see my cute little tummy. You shake your head, saying no to dessert, but insist I get whatever I want. So I do! I order triple the amount of dessert that I’d ever eat, gushing about how yummy it’s all going to be. “FINALLY” you think. You’ve got me right where you want me, right? I take a tiny bite of delicious cake and insist you try some. One bite can’t hurt, plus it looks so decadent. Just like me! One bite turns into two, then I take the fork back. And so it begins— one bite for me, three for you. One bite for me, four for you. And so on and so forth. By the end, you’ve finished three whole pieces of cake while I was content to try just a tiny bit of each. I feel comfortably sated, while you feel nearly sick with how full you are. How did this happen? You can’t figure it out… it all seemed to be going your way… until it wasn’t! You want to be angry but you’re too full, too breathless. Your shirt is riding up a bit, your jeans are painfully digging into your hips and the bottom of your belly… you look down and your heart flutters. You’re huge! You feel your face heat up with embarrassment. How did you let this happen? YOURE a feeder! How did you let yourself gorge like this? One look back at my mischievous expression is all the confirmation you need. This was my plan all along. You can’t deny you’re frustrated. But as you sit there, stuffed beyond capacity, all you can think is how good if would feel for me to unbutton your pants and reach into those boxers… having a full belly feels painful but… very pleasant… and you’re harder than you ever have been. Your body likes being this way! You feel vulnerable in a way you’ve never felt before. Maybe… all this time… you told yourself you wanted to see others stuff themselves, when in reality you wanted to get stuffed yourself. You were so adamant that you were in control, you tried so hard not to give in. Maybe you were so adamant because deep down, you were afraid you’d love being submissive and full, at my mercy. But there’s no need to be afraid, baby! I’m gonna take such good care of you… you don’t have to think so hard anymore, you don’t have to try and convince yourselves of things that aren’t true. All you should worry about is your limit, and whether you’ll be too horny to stop me from pushing it.

to the nightmare queen who’s tryna ruin my waistline:

where are you? please manifest close by soon, thank you

Where are all the older women who wanna fatten me up and make me their house pig?

Filled with milk and belching like crazy, why isn’t every woman in jersey lining up to kiss my gut???

All you gotta do is press the burps out and keep feeding me 💢💢💢