As you can see, I’ve only been getting fatter. I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been and I love it. A nice combo of my new relationship, college, lockdown restrictions and the holidays has kept me piling on the pounds.
he had been excited at the prospect of finally getting out of his hometown, going away for college and starting his own, new life in a different city. but as the year came to a close, he was even more excited to have a reason to go back home for a few weeks and visit friends and family.
freshmen year had been hard on him, the stress of his job and a harder workload from his classes had resulted in several stress-induced binges, and frequent late-night runs to the nearest available fast food restaurant. all of that had taken a toll on him, and more specifically, his waistline.
he hadn’t put on too much weight, but it was definitely enough to be a shock to any of his old friends when he would see them again. he had always been slim, thinner and more gangly that all of his friends; even in the beginning of his freshmen year, he had been the smallest one in his dorms, but after a couple months, that had changed. that dreaded “freshmen fifteen” had quickly turned into a freshmen twenty five, by the time the school year came to an end. now, his entire body was softer, face a tad fuller, stomach soft and pliant under his fingers, hips taking on a bit of weight.
the first person to comment on it was his mom, who picked him up from the airport. she held him at arms length and gave him a once-over, before pulling him into her arms and telling him she was glad he didn’t starve to death at college. the pat she gave his belly made him splutter, but warmth filled his chest anyways.
the next reactions he received to his altered physique were from his two closest friends. he had promised to meet them for dinner at their apartment, and the look they gave him when they opened the door almost made him laugh. they scanned his body, taking in all its changes, before inviting him in. one of his friends lead him to the table, while the other went to the kitchen, asking if he was “eating for two?”
the family reunion dinner really saw a lot of reaction, especially as he filled up his plate a second time. uncles laughed and clapped him on the back, telling him he was growing up to be a fine young man, while aunts poked and prodded at his belly, pinching his soft cheeks, asking if he had a special someone in his life that had him growing so soft.
it became a game, during dinner, to see how much he could put away. bets were thrown out on how many plates he could finish, drunk family members cheering him on as he eagerly took the food handed to him, enjoying not only the delicious meal, but the feeling of love surrounding him.
when he finally caved, leaning back in his chair, his belly felt tight as a cord, skin stretched over the mass of food he had just crammed into his belly. his eyes fell shut as he listened to his family members cheer and discuss who won what bets, while he idly rubbed at his overly stuffed belly, mind drifting to wandering when dessert would be served.
look at you, baby. so full that you can’t even touch yourself, can you? i bet you wanted to, the whole time you were stuffing yourself, every time you took a bite you were craving the feeling of your hand on yourself. but you didn’t, did you? you probably wanted to wait until you physically couldn’t anymore, to test your own limits, right? which came first, the overwhelming need for release, or your belly being so full you couldn’t swallow another bite? how long did it take you to realize you were too full to even attempt to touch yourself, that any little movement would send an ache through your belly? did you enjoy the thought of being pinned to your seat, unable to touch yourself because of your own gluttony? let me take care of that, for you, im sure you’re just desperate for release at this point.
a feedee loving how fat they are, and flaunting that shit.
going out in public wearing their tightest clothes, absolutely reveling in the attention it gets them, from onlookers and their feeder alike.
their feeder, who practically worships the ground they walk on, ever doting on their feedee, making sure their hand is never without some form of drink, their other holding a snack, all on the way to pick up their next meal.
making sure to show off how their outfit clearly doesn’t fit, especially after a large meal, when their shirt has slid up over the swell of their round belly, their pants just barely containing it.
making exaggerated groans and complaining of discomfort so their feeder will rub their belly, even though they’re still in view of the public, neither of them care, too focused on how to best make room for more food in their gut.
do you want me to fill you up, love? is that what you want? for me to keep you swollen and full? do you like when i bend you over and fill you up, promising to that soft belly swell and grow even bigger? how often do you think of me breeding you, making you my perfect little overfed, fucked full toy? does that turn you on, thinking of yourself that way? thinking of yourself, belly rounded into your lap, constantly being pumped full by me, until you can’t tell what’s your own indulgence and what’s my doing?
You hear the chime of steel against steel as I lift the lid off the first serving dish. I hold the first morsel under your nose, allowing its scent to drive you to salivation. You bring your head forward and try to take a bite, but I cruelly snatch it away and I slap your belly in one swift movement. The brief sting causes you to moan, much to my delight. “I’m sorry piggy but teasing you is too fun”, I coo. “Please Mistress…” I stroke your belly and anticipate how much better you will look fatter. Sitting beside you, I bring the first piece of fried chicken smothered in thick gravy to your mouth and allow you to eat. The combination of teasing, hash and you being a relentless glutton makes short work of half a basket within 3 minutes. Within 5 you’ve polished it off entirely, garnishing your good work with another moan. I place the empty platter back on the serving trolley, and bring a second to the bedside table. With one hand I use my leather riding crop to stroke the insides of your thighs, and the other to lift large, greasy slices of pizza to your lips. This seems to spur you on, as you lean forward toward my feeding hand. I start to fold two pieces together and stuff your face, only goaded by your incessant moans and groans. Unsurprisingly, I notice your pace seems to slow a little as you finish up on the pizza, your gut pushing outwards and covering the waistband of your boxers, buttons on your shirt finally starting to threaten popping. “Please Mistress, could you take the blindfold off? I want to see you stuff me so badly. I want to see my belly get fatter before my eyes”, you beg. “I suppose, piggy. Your appetite is impressive, so I’ll give you a special treat ok?”, I say, pouring lotion into my hands and beginning to massage your heavy gut. I enjoy how warm and soft you are, like kneading sweet dough. I lean up towards your pillowy moobs to gently bite and lick, as I pull off your blindfold. “How does it feel piggy? To have a beautiful feedress fatten you up?”, I purr. You can’t help but lick your lips, “It’s everything I’ve wanted for so long! It feels *soooo* good Mistress! Feed me, please!”. I glance downwards to see your erection pressing against your boxers, and smile. With a single finger I stroke the length of your cock as I press a fork-full of mac and cheese to your mouth. I swing a leg over your body to straddle your thick thighs, and relish the feeling of your hard on against my ass cheeks. Leaning forward, dish in hand, I press my body against you and shovel more pasta into your mouth. More moans from your mouth and I grind against you, willing you to empty the dish faster. *RRIIIIIIPPPP* The side seam of your boxers split wide open. You blush but seem proud simultaneously, upping your pace until you’ve demolished the rest of the dish. “You shouldn’t look so pleased with yourself piggy. Your widening ass may have ripped your underwear but you have yet to pop a single button for me”. I glare at you, showing I mean business. In all honesty they look ready to ping off at any moment, but I love any excuse to dish out punishment. I turn myself around, reverse cowgirl, and lick your inner thighs, my breasts resting against your throbbing head; my ass in full view but out of your reach. What a shame you’re still lashed to the bed. Your moans are music to me, and I replace the licks with a bite or two. Just as I sense you can’t take much more, I jump off you, and back to the serving trolley.
You obey, and stand proudly before me. I breathe deeply, savouring the sight; plump moobs already straining against your too-small dress shirt, love handles slightly puffed over your waistband like an over-baked cake, cute chubby cheeks begging to be stuffed full of treats. I take my crop and snake it down your body. Starting just under your chin, drawing s shapes as I move my way downwards. “Now then,” I say, “how much do you want to please me?” “As much as I can, Mistress!”, your eagerness sealing your fate. “Why?” “So that you’ll fatten me from a piggy into your favourite hog, Mistress. I want to see you happy”, you tell me. I ponder this for a moment, softly circling one of your breasts with my crop, then stroking down towards the underneath of your belly. “Well ok”, I begin. “Get on the bed”. I see a spark in your eyes, and you discard the trousers still wrapped around your ankles, clearly excited to begin. I do love how you can’t wait to be fatter for me. I pull out a set of leather wrist restraints from the bedside table and lock each of your wrists the the iron bed posts, then do the same for your ankles. “Much better”, I grin. Right on schedule there is a knock at the door, “Room service!” You look panic stricken and I cant help but let out a giggle. “I thought you enjoyed being my pig? Be proud. After all, don’t you feel a rush from potentially being found out?” I ask you. You look down towards your belly, “Yes mistress I do, but…” “No buts. You will learn to enjoy the thrill of it starting now. Own it. Use the adrenaline to fuel your appetite. Now not another word about it or there will be consequences.” You seem unconvinced but think better of arguing with me. I stride across the room and swing open the door. A busty young woman wheels a steel trolley in and stops suddenly when she sees your fat ass tied to the bed. “Oh!” she exclaims, “Apologies for interrupting, I’ll leave you to it” as she hurries off into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind her. “See piggy, wasn’t that fun?” Your cheeks have turned strawberry red, but you know not to speak your thoughts. Instead you try to focus on the rich, inviting aromas which now fill the suite. “Before we begin…” I trail off, and return to the bedside table. I pull out a blindfold and pull it over your eyes. You then hear the rustling of a paper bag, and smell a sweet scent right underneath your nostrils. “Open wide pig boy”. You comply, and find a moist, chocolatey wave of pleasure hits you as I cram a brownie in your mouth. Crumbs spill onto your chest. As you’re almost done, I hold a second to your mouth and you eat without question. “You may be wondering why dessert before savoury, little pig. Well, those were hash brownies. They might not kick in for at least another half hour, but that’s when we’ll need them most. Just as you start to struggle, you’ll become ravenous again, ready to be stuffed until you almost burst”, I tell you as I rub your flabby belly, “Now it’s time to grow big and fat for Mistress”.
You know, I’ve always wanted to tease men about how fucking fat they’re getting…. Something about it just thrills me and makes me quiver. It’s a big taboo evidently. Something I should be ashamed of, but I’m not.
For me, it’s a thrill that still remains unbeaten by anything else
You guys have no idea how full I am it’s been an entire day of stuffing. Started the day off with cheese pastries with pancakes and sausages, then for lunch I had chicken nuggets. Really pigged out at dinner, Mac and cheese and I went back for thirds and for dessert, a pint of ice cream fuck it tasted so good but now I’m definitely regretting it. I need someone to come rub it
