chapter 1

Paying your appetite so much attention causes a little flutter of excitement to stir. I can't deny that even thinking of you overindulged I find myself growing hot. To see you full. At capacity. Stuffed... Round... I...

My body reacts so intuitively to your indulgence. Just as you can't control the greed to keep pressing more and more to your lips; I can't hold back the temptation of excitment. Your plumpness had a physical effect on me. It weakens my resolve until I find that in my pleasure, I to am stuffing you more. Begging. Pleading. Needing.

The little jolt or excitment from within my own flat stomach when I think of yours expanding so - greatly swelling over hours and hours of indulgence. Days even.  The flow of anticipation that seeps through me, so that I pulse for you as I think of how your greed has grown so that now you have this heavy belly pressing out so far.  In fact, even the moments where I close my eyes and bring to mind these sessions of indulgence I find myself craving the satisfaction of your stuffed roundness pressed there.

The little lip of fat that you already have is pushed outwards by your indulgence so that it kisses my thighs. You are filling my lap with your gut. And filling me with pleasure as you fill yourself up.

I'm turned on to think of you overfed and fattened by my loving. I think you could bring me to pleasure with just the swell of your belly alone. I think that I could climax for the outwards curve of your overfed tummy...

There is no denying that I appreciate bellies. That I grow so excited for you - holding back from my satisfaction at the thought of you full; somehow rounder than you already appear to me. I can't get enough in so that enjoying your belly has became part of the hedonism itself.

You have my attention. All of it. I will will dedicate myself to this delicious pleasure of indulgence - to making sure that when I am done with you - you feel immense.

Of course, you will quite literally have my energy - and you will need it,  I'm sure.  Because with the thousands of calories that are bound for your belly I dont think you'll be going anywhere for a while.  You're going to need me sat firmly astride you, gripping your swollen belly a little too tightly between my thighs, as I gently massage away your ache. The juxtaposition of my strong stuffer now incapacitated by your greed. Unable even to sit up... but still so able to please

Its a good thing that I love the changes to your movement that filling you up brings.  The stages of fullness that range from glutting yourself with such keenness- loving how my body responds to each little inch you push out further. Enjoying Each pat that you give to your distended stomach that causes not only a rippling of  the litter layer of fat, but a ripple of excitment through me.  Enjoying how each bite makes you feel more and more my immense glutton until you are long since Plumped up past the point where  you should have stopped eating by several thousand calories. 

The skin over your distended little belly red, and fully exposed - to give your feeder a proper view of tour protruding tummy. I tingle to think of you taking deep breaths and seeing only the slope of your belly - and I use slope deliberately to describe this for you, for I want to see it perfectly right and round but past that... So full that your upper belly pushes somehow even further. Past the way that the new layer of your belly button presses out..  almost to full to move. All to please your greed...more to pleasure your feeder.

Of course you will need my energy then. As you slowly waddle your way to bed. Eyes drawn between my Lythe figure moving so easily before - always a step ahead so that you follow the sway of my ass - and your mountainous belly.  It needs both your hands to hold it tenderly.

Have I told you that I love the way that it pours over your waistband when you are full like this? So many feedings, I think, for you are having to undo the button earlier and earlier into our stuffings for fear of it bursting open to never be closed again. Not that you can usually do them back up with ease after a stuffing. As there are times when I think you're gut looks so taut and swollen that I think I'm worried you will burst. As you pant and belch and moan. That wonderful mixture of pleasure and pressure. 

But with  your slowed walk to bed I think I like to see you without the restraints of a waistband.  Exposed and enormous as you let your belly hang our. So enormously overfed bur somehow still hungry.... exciting me more - noting how your belly, juts from your slim hips. Noting the way that catching sight of yourself in the long mirror you do a double take. Noting with am experienced eye that your gut pushes out so widely to the sides - as much as it is round. It's the perfect globe. But so much more than that... and it's heavy to carry its full weight.  I don't know If I'll need to tell you that... I'm sure you will feel it as you begin to tease. Resting the weight of that belly on me. Overwhelming me in the same hedonism with which pushes you to really, really over indulge this belly.  You can make me beg for you... more than that.

To be my feedee is more than you to eat mindlessly. You see, there is another way you have all of much energy. Paying attention to your appetite brings me such pleasure.  Its a wild, passionate part of my sexuality. But as we lay in one another's arms with a little. To feed you, my glutton is an intimate experience. It is a shared foray into the feeding of our desires. But it is one In which I promise to care for you - not only pushing your gut to its very limits, and fattening you. Enjoying The physical changes to your body - both the immediate swollen belly and the pounds that linger for us to admire. But in the hours spent adoring you. I am yours. Every inch. Appreciating your consent to be pushed past need into the realms of want.

My pleasure is yours. Even when, my glutton you are too full to move - if this big belly needs  but to press outwards as you sit back. Then  I am sure you will have a wealth of my pleasure and my affection and attention...  I can only hope you won't mind the wildness of my love for your greed.  I think you will lose control for it as much as you do to fill it.

Are you hungry for me? Could adoring me, bringing me this pleasure be part of your gluttony. Feeding you is my favourite. Seeing this belly stuffed is such a wonderful treat. Your every inch has such an effect on me.  Let me see you are a glutton now.

Eat for me. Just a little more. My glutton; I think I'm ready for quite the  Epicurean expansion.

To feed you is to adore and appreciate. It's all very well to want to fuck my fattened feedee. But I want more. Lover to lover i will demand larger. Larger portions for you to stuff. Larger periods of indulgence. Larger bellies. Let me make love, wildly and passionately, enamoured by your greed.