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i want to take a guy out, have him dress all fancy for me. tell him he looks pretty, handsome, sexy and hold his hand in mine. treat him to one of those fancy buffets, slowly but surely stuff him full plate after plate. i want to listen to his little huffs and moans, watch him wriggle around his chair as his belly fills with all the tasty food he’s eating. we’re surrounded by people but it’s just us in our little world. i want to whisper in his ear and encourage him to take bite after to bite, sneak my hand under the table and to press it up against his fat stomach. let him feel his belly start to swell even more, pressing up against my hand. i want to push him to the absolute brink and then send him over the edge. then ill take him home, undress him, make him all nice and comfy. he’s so stuffed he can barely move, his belly is aching. it’s huge because he ate way more than he can handle but he did it all for me. all he wants is belly rubs and nice long nap. how could he have eaten that much? it’s not even humanly possible. but still, i offer him desert with the sweetest smile.

and he says yes because he’s my greedy little slut <3

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Kissing their double chin and feeding them while straddling their wide lap, their belly touching my abdomen and gently encouraging them "You have one more bite left, come on, I know you can do it, darling" the last bite of the donut goes directly into their stuffed stomach "You are doing so great! Aww look at you all full and adorable, you deserve belly rubs after this feast, just let me take care of everything, honey".

Afterall this is a small effort to get to love more of you 💖

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I know...it's so hard to stop yourself from eating, isn't it?

That's why you don't have to. Not when you're around me. I'd never judge you. I want to see you indulge yourself. To see you enjoy all of that food. And I know you want to enjoy it as well.

That's it...lay back, relax, and keep eating for me. Just like that.

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just plain old gaining weight is wonderful but have you ever considered completely giving yourself up to a partner who fattens you up for their enjoyment and revels in watching you pant and whine after they feed you a few more bites than they know you can comfortably handle

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I really want to go for a night out bar hopping with a fat boy as arm candy. I'll wear tight leather pants and a studded jacket and he'll wear a patterned button up from the big & tall. We'll start with some vodka redbulls and apps near home before going somewhere with dancing.

Outweighing even the most muscular guy in the club by 100lbs, He'll part the crowd with his bulk so we can get into the center of the action. Under the strobe lights, the other clubgoers will be able to see him grab my hips and waist with his chubby hands, watch his belly rolls jiggle while he grinds against my ass on the dancefloor.

When he's tired out, we'll slip out for a nightcap at a dive bar. After a few more drinks, we'll try and sneak into a graffiti-covered bathroom stall for some romance, but when it's clear he can no barely fit in on his own, we head out the back door.

In the alley, he'll press me against the brick wall with his mass for a sloppy drunken make-out session. I'll run my hands under his sweat drenched shirt and fondle his moobs while he presses his tongue down my throat.

When I hear his tummy growl, we'll end the night at a greasy chain diner. He'll go out to hit the dab pen while I order him a giant fried egg burger, onion rings and fries, a shake, and a side of bacon and hash browns for good measure. He'll eat it all up with crossfaded eagerness and I get to rest my head on his full belly during the uber ride home.

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Is the pineapple thing a myth?

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Consider: Horny needy fat boys that have eaten so much they’ve temporarily rendered themselves helplessly immobile. They whine and moan whilst pinned under their own stuffed gut, and get hornier with each labored movement. They watch you watch them struggle to even breathe comfortably and find euphoria in reveling in your attention. They’ll look up at you with pleading eyes and shy expectation…“I need more”, they’ll whisper. And of course, you will always bring them just that. 🥰

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i just like the idea of taking a cutie out on a cute afternoon drive. Stopping by drive thru after drive thru and not asking what they want. Just ordering what i want them to eat and silently handing over each overfilled bag with an sweet expectant smile on my face. :)

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You’re morbidly obese. Morbid. Think about that. Regarded as disturbing or unhealthy. And you’ve surpassed “morbid obesity” ages ago, but you’re not slowing down. You can’t help yourself. It’s getting worse. I’m making it worse. Does that turn you on? It’s getting harder to fit into public spaces. It’s getting harder to reach yourself. It’s getting harder to convince yourself not to completely let yourself go. It’s almost like humans weren’t meant to get this big. Give in to it. Give into your hedonism and gluttony. Give into your true desires. Give into my teasing, encouragement, humiliation. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me. Do it for your feeder.

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Pig

I want to make you too fat to get off on your own, whining and begging for it.

Pathetically grinding your fatass on the couch to hump your own lard to seek some relief. Out of breath, gasping and giving up after 1 min.

And when your fatpad is big enough just waddling to the fridge to get more food would get you off feeling you fat massage your buried cock Coming halfway between the couch and fridge, wheezing, snorting and grunting, needing some support from the nearest surface, trying to catch your breath. Barely a patch on your tight sweatpants because your cock is buried so deep between your fupa, belly and thighs rolls, your balls so crushed by it, that all you manage is only a pitiful dollop of come. Still when you see me in the kitchen, you ask between two moan and snort, that I help you to the living room, that you’re too tired and need your couch, as if you just run a marathon.

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failed weight loss is so hot. failed weight loss + regaining beyond your highest weight?

just give up, honey, you know it’s too late for you. you’re too far gone <3

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“You shouldn’t be walking around, baby. You should be lounging and gulping down whatever daddy wants to push down your throat.”

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Can't stop thinking about a cute boy stuffed to the brim after a huge meal, looking up at me with teary puppy dog eyes as he lays on his back holding his poor swollen tummy and whimpering "I ate too much, it hurts...."

I immediately sit beside him to comfort him, petting his hair and peppering him with kisses as I soothe him with reassuring coos and rub his tight, tender stomach. He moans, maybe lets out some burps and hiccups mixed with whines of discomfort, but my touch and care feels so good that he can't help but snuggle up closer to me. He knows he'll be pampered for the rest of the day 💞

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An Arven from Pokémon Scarlet and Violet? I could definitely see his weight spiraling, his uniform getting too tight everywhere, with Nemona as comparison/support trying to help him lose weight, yet failing hard, and in denial about getting any heavier.

HOOOOOH OH YEAH I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!!

What if after they graduate some years in the future from the academy they move to the same apartment together? Nemona continues her journey of becoming the best at Pokemon battles, whereas Arven begins his culinary journey, with the goal of becoming the best chef in Paldea!

Now, who else but yourself to test out your own meals? There's no academy or other obligations to really worry about, so I can imagine Arven gets so invested in making meals and trying all of them, spending most days inside the kitchen, that his body begins packing on pounds with a speedy pace.

Nemona definitely notices, Arven doesn't, and if he does, he just passes it as some minor bloating, even if he's managed to push through 400 pounds with ease. Nemona herself isn't the type to shamelessly call out his weight. Hell, maybe she thinks this is just a phase and he'll plateau eventually, right?

But he starts to get alarmingly obese, and not an ounce of him hints at the idea that he's planning to diet anytime soon, so she tries her best to help his friend out and gives him indirect conversations about his weight and recommendations to become healthier. Arven, however, denies everything and gets confused at all of her attempts to insinuate he's "packing some extra weight" or "causing the floorboards to creak". It's been a couple years since he's begun focusing on his cooking, and now he can't resist devouring everything he makes! That's a win for a chef, is it not?

Maybe he's completely unconscious of the extreme weight gain he's going through. He still goes out to buy ingredients himself or to do other activities after all, but his legs and back are constantly aching, much to his confusion.

He's already nearing the 800 pounds milestone, and Nemona's still trying her best to get Arven down a healthier path before it's too late.

Tada! Let me know what you think :3c

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An Alex sequence I made over a year ago but never posted before!

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i've been having a good time reading historical feedist stories and felt inspired 🌟

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Aaaand swap!

Enjoy~!