The breaking point
The dining table was a battlefield, and I was losing.
Your fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs as you forced another forkful of rich, buttery pasta between my lips. "Chew," you comman...
Your fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs as you forced another forkful of rich, buttery pasta between my lips. "Chew," you comman...
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I’m dreaming of a feeder who gets turned on watching me slowly outgrow my clothes, struggle with tight spaces, and become helplessly soft. I want to feel your hands on my round belly, hear your praise (or teasing) as I finish every last bite, and let you control just how much bigger I get. The more you feed me, the more I’ll reward you…
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