concept: (soon to be chubby) king and a doting consort.
the king often becoming too wrapped up in paperwork and legal matters to remember when to eat, so of course his loyal, loving consort makes sure there’s always a fresh plate of food on his desk at mealtime. if the king is too busy, they’ll hand feed him, ripping off pieces of thick bread, pushing it past his lips, spooning him bites of rich stew. they make sure the king eats until he’s satisfied and agrees to take a break, to which the consort takes him to have a second dinner together.
pampering their king with decadent desserts in bed, refreshing wine during hot baths, the sweetest fruits hand delivered to them during meetings. everyone can see how well the king’s consort is taking care of him, with his hidden jawline and softening figure, no longer jagged lines and hard muscle. he’s more peaceful, more at ease now that he has them by his side.
the consort tending to their king after feasts, sending him teasing glances during the meal, urging him to try this or that, piling his plate high and giving him an encouraging pat to the thigh as he works through his load. taking him back to their shared chambers and stripping him of the tight garments he’s wearing, massaging away any aches in his belly.
that diet of yours was going great back in….september? you were slim, down 30 pounds, and look what happened to you. october came around and you told yourself you could have just one cheat day, right? except one led to two which led to three and then you swore you’d get back on your diet after halloween, a couple pounds could be shed quick.
but then november hit and you kept making excuses on why you weren’t going to the gym as often, why you slept in through your usual morning runs and ate a late breakfast instead. you said once you had all the shopping done for thanksgiving you’d hit the treadmill, but then you couldn’t stop sampling all the desserts you made and then wonder why those jeans you bought back in august won’t zip up anymore.
at the beginning of december you decided it was finally time to get back on track with your diet, except you couldn’t run down the block without having to stop for air, and that’s if you could even manage to get your running outfit on. so you said you’d go get new exercise clothes, but you didn’t and instead you picked up a cake and decided to treat yourself. and you thought there’s no way anyone could blame you for slacking when all the christmas candy looked so good, and you put everyone to shame at the dinner table on christmas day when you finished off seconds, thirds, and fourths before you started to pant. what did it take, six plate fulls before you couldn’t stand up, pinned under your own fat? and those jeans you swore were saved for your “fat” days didn’t last past your third plate of dessert, but you didn’t care, did you?
now its new years eve and you’ve put back on those thirty pounds you worked so hard to lose, plus 20 pounds extra, for good measure. i wonder how heavy you’ll be this time next year.
you know the rules. you don’t get to come until i’ve finished all my food. i want you to sit here and watch me eat all this food, unable to touch yourself or get off at all. if you’ve followed my rules, maybe i’ll let you cum by the end of the night. if you decide to break my rules, i won’t let you come and you’ll have to sit and watch me get myself off, and you won’t get to touch, understand? once i’m full and satisfied, i’ll let you use my leg to get off, but you have to wait for me to cum first, okay baby? can you do that? i’d hate to have to cut my stuffing short because you can’t behave. you want me nice and fat don’t you? then sit there and behave like a good little baby.
do you really think i’ve gotten fat? i know i’ve put weight but it’s not that much! just a couple pounds, water weight basically! i know my clothes don’t fit as well anymore, but it’s probably just because of my old washing machine. just because these jeans won’t button anymore doesn’t mean i’ve gotten “too fat.” besides, i always have sweatpants i can wear…even if they’re starting to feel a little tight too…what do you mean, its because i’m overeating? im on a diet! well…im starting a diet tomorrow, but still! i’m not a fucking pig, just because i ate that whole cake, okay? it would’ve been too much of temptation during my diet! so what i had a couple cokes, they’re not that bad for you…besides, it’s not like i don’t have self control around food. i only got two burgers today from mcdonalds as a snack instead of three! i went to taco bell for lunch so i didn’t need to eat that much! and for breakfast i only had one donut from dunkin instead of two. no, i’m not going on a run with you tomorrow, it’s not like i need to or anything. yes, my workout clothes still fit, just because they’re a medium doesn’t mean they won’t fit. sure, i usually wear a 2XL now but that just means they’ll be a little snug, so they won’t fall off. i could lose it if i wanted, but it’s not even that much, so why would i bother wasting time running when i could be eating? keep telling yourself that, but i’m not fat….
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?
oh how i’d love to have you splayed out in my lap, rutting against my lap, your overfed and overstuffed belly round and taut, sloshing at the jostle your movements cause. i’d keep you there, begging for release until you’re whining and almost incoherent, arousal spun so tightly in your gut that any little touch could send you spiraling over the edge. when you’re just about to sob out of pure pleasure-pain, i’d let my hands fall to your belly, rubbing down the sides of it, caressing the soft underside, just a hairsbreadth from where you really want me to touch. your hips would thrust again against my thigh, pushing your aching belly further into my hands. you look so beautiful like this, a work of art. if i could keep you like this all the time, overfull and drooling with the haziness of your arousal, i would.
So guys I’m trying to decide. Should I commit to being a sissy or a feedee cause I hon love both but I feel like they can’t go together would love to get some responses on which I shoul chose and why. Much love ❤️
5 day long 15k calorie weight gain shake challenge
starting 12/20 I’ll be releasing an exclusive 15k calorie weight gain shake funnel feeding video up until 12/26! Celebrate the holidays with me and come see how I fared in this massive challenge. Releasing on MV & C4S.
Okay so sorry for disappearing but thank you so much for all your support ❤️ I really appreciate it.
Just wanted to take an opportunity to properly introduce my OCs, which you will probably see a lot of in the future: Alfie and Julio, not dating just roommates :) Feel free to ask any questions about them!
