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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You did this to me. Now look at what your greedy feedee became… Stuffed, jiggly, and completely addicted. Think you can handle making it worse?
Who needs a diet when I look this good with a fork in my hand? 😉 Just finished devouring [dish]… but I’m *still* hungry. Maybe you should feed me something sweeter? (PS: Yes, my belly’s even softer than it looks.)
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…