Look at you soft, round, growing under my hands. Every bite, every sip, every pound is proof of my devotion, my control, my desire to see you expand beyond your limits. You exist to be fed, to be filled, to be made more. I won’t stop. You don’t want me to. You’ll take more, stretch further, and let yourself become everything I know you were meant to be fuller, heavier, hungrier for more. You belong to this, to me, to the indulgence. And I will make sure you never go empty again.

I’m not quite sure how to put this into words, but it’s happened again. I find myself interested in feeding someone, yet once again, the other person pulls away. This has now happened with four different people. Either they distance themselves, find it suddenly repulsive, or decide they can no longer support it.

I have my reasons for why I stopped being a feeder for so long. Experiences like these hurt me deeply back then, and now I feel like the same pattern is repeating itself. It’s painful to open up and share this part of myself, only to be rejected. It feels like a valuable part of who I am isn’t being accepted.

I can’t help but wonder if I’m approaching this the wrong way or if it’s just something most people can’t understand. Either way, these experiences leave a mark, making it harder for me to embrace and live out this part of myself fully.

In my deepest dreams, I envision myself surrounded by many guys with huge, soft bellies, each like a gentle, comforting blob. Their size and warmth create an atmosphere that feels peaceful and welcoming, a place where softness fills every corner, and where I feel entirely embraced by the comforting presence of these massive forms. It’s a world where every moment is wrapped in relaxation, surrounded by a sea of gentle, enveloping warmth.

As a Fat Admirer, I deeply appreciate the beauty and uniqueness of fuller-bodied men. It turns me on as a kink when someone is pushing the boundaries of their clothing, with buttons popping or fabric tearing. The true allure lies in the diversity of bodies, and I find it fulfilling to celebrate each person's individuality and confidence. This celebration of uniqueness, particularly in those moments when clothing can barely contain their form, is both captivating and exciting for me.