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My goodness, these are so spicy.
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Bigbellieddreams:
This is kind of weird but what if instead of those auctions for dates with either a bachelor or bachelorette, they auction off bellies without consenting. The people who buy these "bachelorettes" are all dominant feeders. All throughout the night the bachelorettes are being stuffed to measure how big the potential the bellies can be. They have their hands tied about their heads and they are all wearing button up dresses. One girl has a funnel in her mouth and a hose with pudding flowing into her belly. The buttons on her shirt start to strain as her belly rounds out. The crowd is going wild screaming for the buttons to pop off. They speed up the food in the funnel traveling to her belly. The buttons finally pop off and her belly is round, tight, shiny ready to bust open. Her belly button is getting shallow as the auction bids keep raising. The auctioneer starts chanting pop out that bellybutton. After a few minutes of chugging her belly button almost pops out. The man with the highest bid walks up and makes her drink a gallon of milk. He starts sucking her belly button encouragingly. Her belly button pops out and he stops and just rubs her round overstuffed belly. Then he takes home his prize to stuff her more later.



That would make a good story. Sold to the highest bidder - yum.
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I have continually dream about running a weight gain resort for women. This would be for a group of women that are into weight gain competition.
It would have a 24/7 kitchen with a chef on staff taking orders. Unlimited food available. The resort would have full anemities including a pool and hot tub.

The women would compete among themselves for a weekly weigh up. At the end of each month the one who gained the least would be forced funnel fed as punishment.
Wearing skimpy clothing showing off their expanding size would be highly encouraged. Anyone could stay as long as they like as long as they are actively gaining.
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Thanx, but I'll pass. If anyone wants to write a story about this, there more than welcome too !
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Fantasy is a difficult word, because for some people it's just an idea in their mind that they like but wouldn't want to experience in reality. For me, I think my fantasies are all things I'd like to experience and realise.

For me, one of my fantasies starts with meeting an FFA/feeder who feeds me, but also generally encourages me to gain in more manipulative ways too. Simple things like 'accidentally' making a large portion of food will go to waste if it isn't finished, creating situations and reasons to get a takeout or pick up a snack on the way somewhere, doing things that mean I have to exert myself less, and in some cases even pretending she's hungry to stop for food, but passing most of it off onto me.

Then there's the mental side of things - encouraging small, gradual changes to my passive thoughts and behaviours, such as encouraging snacking while distracted by TV/Work/etc. Rewarding me for eating certain amounts, gradually increasing portion sizes of meals bit by bit so I don't realise, and even more effectively, doing things that condition me to associate sex and pleasure with food and fullness more and more until the two are one and the same in my thoughts.

As this partner helps me gain, she takes photos of me - sometimes secretly - to record the progress as I get larger and larger - something she occasionally shares with me as a reward if I reach a new goal.

But this new weight makes things more difficult. I'm slower, my widened legs and growing belly get in the way, and intimacy becomes more and more challenging as I become heavier and more easily exhausted. In time we begin to realise that with my growing fat pad (which is getting large in reality as it is), I've grown too fat to penetrate her during sex. At this point part of me starts to wonder whether I should turn back, but it's too late - she's done her work and we both knew this was coming - we revel in the extremity of the situation, but she's not happy just yet. This just makes her want to take me even further, just to make sure I'm beyond the point of ever turning back. And so I let her, because ironically this situation excited us even more - and besides, she reminds me, even if we can't do it any more... There's always food.
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I would like to do a fake diet. If I can gain effectively enough then someday I might be able to do this in real life but right now I’m too thin for it to work the way I’d like it to happen. Here is the fantasy:

Once I finally get chubby, like maybe around 160 pounds, not quite fat but big enough for people to notice and start making negative comments, I would tell everybody that I was going to go on the keto diet and lose all the weight. Any time I was in public or near other people, I would carefully follow the diet requirements, avoiding all carbs but still eating many calories of the fatty foods that you eat on that diet. It would be easy to have more calories without it seeming like much since fatty food is so dense. No one would question the presence of heavy cream in a keto fridge. If I could figure out a way to secretly put lots of carbs into my fatty diet food, like maybe weight gain powder or pure sugar, I might do that, but otherwise I really would eat the diet things.

Then, any time I was alone, especially at night, I would binge on as many carbs as possible, preferably thousands of calories worth. When I was too full to eat any more food I’d chug heavy gainer shakes until right before the limit of being too full to keep it down. Because of all these binges, I’d not only never go into ketosis, I’d gain a huge amount of weight from all the stuffing and increase my capacity over time until I could shovel things down like a competitive eater.

Any time people asked why I was rapidly gaining more weight instead of losing, I’d tearfully insist I had no idea why the weight wouldn’t melt off even though I was following my diet completely perfectly. I’d maybe try saying things like maybe my metabolism was just completely destroyed by my years dealing with my eating disorder and now I’m stuck fat. I’d wear too-small clothes until I could no longer squeeze into them at all, and claim that I didn’t want to buy new, bigger clothes because I was totally going to lose all the weight, because the diet had to start working sometime, right? People would ask me about it all the time because I’d be gaining so fast for seemingly no reason, and they’d want to try to find out why, find out what was happening to cause me to blimp up despite eating such a seemingly small amount.

The goal would be to stay on this fake diet, insisting to everyone that I was following its requirements religiously, until I went from a little chubby to obese. Then, once I got really and truly fat, I’d “give up on the diet,” and no one would ever know I hadn’t ever actually been dieting in the first place. When I stopped pretending to be on the diet, I’d start stuffing with anything available all the time without hiding it, telling everyone that after depriving myself for so long I just couldn’t control myself around food. Since my capacity would have increase so much, I’d be able to eat massive amounts of food. I’d pretend to be upset about that for a little while, too, before “accepting it.”

In addition to how humiliating this would be, I think it might have the side effect of discouraging bystanders who witnessed it from trying to lose weight. I mean, would you want to starve yourself for months to lose weight if you’d just watched somebody else do it “rigorously,” “following all the rules,” and balloon dozens of pounds in a matter of months instead of getting thinner, and then watched them quit the diet only to discover their appetite had permanently increased so much they were never satisfied unless they ate thousands of calories in every meal, dooming them to never be skinny or even normal ever again?
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finickyfeedee:

Once I finally get chubby, like maybe around 160 pounds, not quite fat but big enough for people to notice and start making negative comments, I would tell everybody that I was going to go on the keto diet and lose all the weight. Any time I was in public or near other people, I would carefully follow the diet requirements, avoiding all carbs but still eating many calories of the fatty foods that you eat on that diet. It would be easy to have more calories without it seeming like much since fatty food is so dense. No one would question the presence of heavy cream in a keto fridge. If I could figure out a way to secretly put lots of carbs into my fatty diet food, like maybe weight gain powder or pure sugar, I might do that, but otherwise I really would eat the diet things.

Then, any time I was alone, especially at night, I would binge on as many carbs as possible, preferably thousands of calories worth. When I was too full to eat any more food I’d chug heavy gainer shakes until right before the limit of being too full to keep it down. Because of all these binges, I’d not only never go into ketosis, I’d gain a huge amount of weight from all the stuffing and increase my capacity over time until I could shovel things down like a competitive eater.

Any time people asked why I was rapidly gaining more weight instead of losing, I’d tearfully insist I had no idea why the weight wouldn’t melt off even though I was following my diet completely perfectly. I’d maybe try saying things like maybe my metabolism was just completely destroyed by my years dealing with my eating disorder and now I’m stuck fat. I’d wear too-small clothes until I could no longer squeeze into them at all, and claim that I didn’t want to buy new, bigger clothes because I was totally going to lose all the weight, because the diet had to start working sometime, right? People would ask me about it all the time because I’d be gaining so fast for seemingly no reason, and they’d want to try to find out why, find out what was happening to cause me to blimp up despite eating such a seemingly small amount.

The goal would be to stay on this fake diet, insisting to everyone that I was following its requirements religiously, until I went from a little chubby to obese. Then, once I got really and truly fat, I’d “give up on the diet,” and no one would ever know I hadn’t ever actually been dieting in the first place. When I stopped pretending to be on the diet, I’d start stuffing with anything available all the time without hiding it, telling everyone that after depriving myself for so long I just couldn’t control myself around food. Since my capacity would have increase so much, I’d be able to eat massive amounts of food. I’d pretend to be upset about that for a little while, too, before “accepting it.”

In addition to how humiliating this would be, I think it might have the side effect of discouraging bystanders who witnessed it from trying to lose weight. I mean, would you want to starve yourself for months to lose weight if you’d just watched somebody else do it “rigorously,” “following all the rules,” and balloon dozens of pounds in a matter of months instead of getting thinner, and then watched them quit the diet only to discover their appetite had permanently increased so much they were never satisfied unless they ate thousands of calories in every meal, dooming them to never be skinny or even normal ever again?


this is a wonderful idea, i love it! those keto people drive me crazy sometimes, lol
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My biggest fantasy would be to make me fat until I can hardly walk anymore. and he tells me I'm going to leave you, so that he's supplying to stay with me. because I don't want to starve. she and ok but she feeds me with too much food that I can't digest in such a quantity that I can no longer swallow and watch my body swelling like a balloon. and he said bye not explode too much.
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pmadrew:
Going off to a farm with my partner on a leash. I begin by leading her to a pig pen. l make her strip only allowing her to wear pig ears, snout, and a tail. she rolls around getting all muddy. I fill her trough up donut holes and tell her to eat. she must remain on all fours and burry her head in the trough eatting EVERY THING. Once she's done I go in behind her and breed her as her swollen belly jiggles and scrapes the ground.


great fantasy i share too..La Grande Bouffe
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Iosiriia:
Like many, captivity appears frequently in my fantasies, but only as a beginning. My beautifully twisted wish is to be taken prisoner for a few years, and while I am force fed and fattened up a bit the focus is not on my body but on my mind.

My feeder completely breaks and then rebuilds my mind to his/her desires with conditioning, hypnosis, and even some torture. I become someone, something, else. My mind is emptied of all desires save to feed and grow my belly and to seek my feeder's approval and affection. My memories are altered or repressed. I am even trained to respond to a new name.

And then I am released and returned to my hometown. Now I am fattened up by my own will and action, and am constantly seeking to return to my captor. He/She returns for me only when I achieve a weight of their choosing. I am never seen again.


to obey the glory of pain and pleasure

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