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.

chubette:
Being kidnapped and chained up in an empty room, while my captor shows up for daily stuffing sessions, sometimes leaving me with a tube down my throat which slowly fills me with fatty chocolaty cream.

I helplessly watch my body grow fatter, bulges oozing out day by day. One morning I wake up to find myself unchained, and I make a dash for freedom. My body jiggles with every move, but I make it the only opening avaiable - an oval shaped hole in the padded wall.

I dive through, wriggling desperately to gain freedom, but my newly gained flab betrays me. My overfed paunch won't fit, and eventually I'm trapped, my belly caught in the opening.

Once my captor shows up he finds my lower half in the room, and I suddenly feel him shoving and pushing, kneading my fat belly through the wall. Thinking I'm finally being released I push on... but with a soft thumping sound, my belly is replaced by my massive hips and ass, surging up against the wall inside like a cork in a bottle.

That's when I realize it's all part of his plan - my belly now sags down on one side, nearly touching the floor, and effectively locking me in place... trapped between it and my jiggling backside, halfway through the wall.

There I am utterly helpless to my captor, who now has complete access to my naked backside. And the feeding won't stop - with every stuffing, my body grows fatter, oozing further around the wall, trapping me more tightly and hopelessly each passing day.

And I eventually succumb to my new trapped existence, and embrace it... as if I had a choice.

alelectromigration:
What kind of feeder do you prefer?

1. Slow and sensuous -- softly, patiently conditioning you to savor each bite, taste the flavors, and relish in the sweetness. There's fancy dinners and tempting desserts. Everything tastes so good. The process is so subtle -- just a few extra irresistible bites here and there, a little snack before bedtime. They're a feeder alright and your growing waistline is proving it. But you wouldn't have even realized what was happening if they didn't warn you that you'd be getting fat if you date them. Gradually, quietly, but relentlessly, your body grows month after month after month of their influence.

2. Rapid and efficient -- funnels and stuffing at a whirlwind pace. You're constantly stuffed to the brim -- your feeder ensures there's never a spare moment when one more gram of fat could possibly be forced into you. You can't believe how fast you're blowing up. Weight is piling on. Pounds of new fat are spilling over your waist. Stretch marks seem to be appearing everyday and everywhere -- thoroughly and permanently marking you as a feedee. You seem to look a different every week. Friends' jaws drop after seeing you just a month ago with that WTF look in their eyes. "Oh my goodness, what's happening to me?", your mind and body exclaim as you sit back and submit to yet another stuffing.