Diary of a Professional Feedee

Chapter 1

The Beginning
I used to have a normal job. Office, deadlines, polite small talk, clothes that still fitted. Then one night I typed the wrong thing into a search bar and fell down the rabbit hole of feederism. Soft, heavy women being stuffed until they could barely move. Men who got hard just from watching a belly grow. The more I watched, the wetter I got. I started ordering extra food every evening, eating past the point of comfort, filming myself on my phone just to see the difference.
Within a few months the clothes stopped fitting and the scale started climbing faster than I expected. I quit the job. Told myself it was temporary. It wasn't. I decided I was going to do this properly - become a paid online feedee. Post the videos, take the money, get fatter on camera for men who would pay to watch me expand.
I found Peter first. Photographer. Feeder. Older, quiet, with a camera that never stopped and eyes that lit up the second he saw soft flesh. He answered my message the same night. Said he wanted to document every kilo. Said he would feed me himself if I let him.
Dave came a week later. Younger, hungrier, already hard in the first chat. He didn't care about the artistic shots. He just wanted to push food into my mouth until I couldn't take another bite and then use the body he was helping create.
I met them both in person for the first time when I was already past 180. That was the last day I pretended this was just a phase. From that point on I belonged to the scale, to the camera, and to the men who paid to fill me.
Month 1
188 kg.
Today I weighed myself on camera and that number almost made me cum. Thirty kilos in one year. Peter stood there with the camera and I could see him getting hard in his pants even though he tried to look disgusted. That's the best part. Let them feel repulsed at first, then show them how my fat jiggles when I stuff myself.
I ate two pizzas, twenty donuts and two litres of strawberry milkshake. My belly went rock-hard. I couldn't even reach between my thighs properly, so I just massaged the bottom fold and felt my cunt get soaking wet. When I shook through the orgasm, Peter stood there like a statue with a full erection. I already knew he was mine.
Month 2
200.4 kg.
Peter came again. This time he wasn't shy. He fed me with his hands. He pushed rice, meat and sauce into my mouth until it ran down my chin onto my tits. I just lay there, panting and swallowing. When my belly started hurting from the fullness, I still wanted more. I made him shove his fingers between my folds and find my cunt. I came just from being fed and from crossing two hundred kilos.
I already know one feeder isn't enough.
Month 3
212 kg.
Dave came in the morning. Younger, eager, with eyes that lit up when he saw my belly spilling over my thighs. I let him feed me in bed. I didn't even get up. He knelt beside me and pushed burgers into my mouth one after another. I just opened wide like a sow and moaned. When I was so full I almost threw up, I let him lick my nipples and finger me. I came three times without moving.
In the afternoon Peter arrived. Both of them fed me at the same time. New level.
Month 4
224 kg.
I barely leave the bed anymore. Why would I? They bring the food, feed me, clean me when I need it. Today the first paying client came. Older guy in a suit. He sat by the bed and spoon-fed me like a baby. I lay naked, belly sticking up like a mountain, and let him push his fingers into my cunt while he shoved cream into my mouth. I came with a full mouth and a full belly. He recorded it. Paid well.
Month 5
237 kg.
Dave in the morning, Peter in the afternoon, another client in the evening. I'm stuffed non-stop. My belly now hangs past my knees when I sit. The bottom fold is so heavy my back hurts, but I don't give a fuck. I want even more.
Today both of them fed me at once and Peter fucked me from below while Dave pushed cake into my mouth. I came so hard the whole bed shook. I just laughed and said "more".
Month 6
249 kg.
I almost never walk. I just roll from the bed to the couch and back. When I need anything I call Dave or Peter. Sometimes I don't bother. I don't care. The fat keeps growing, I keep getting fatter and they pay me and fuck me for it.
Today a client wanted me completely stuffed while he used me. He fed me until my belly was rock-hard, then fucked me slow and deep. I came twice without moving anything except my mouth.
Month 7
261 kg.
The scale is already creaking. My belly is now the main part of my body. When I lie down it looks like someone threw two blankets of fat on top of me. Between my thighs there's only a deep, dark, wet crease. My cunt is hidden so deep they have to dig for it with their fingers.
Today Peter spent half an hour spreading my folds just to reach me. I just lay there panting and eating the donuts Dave kept feeding me. I came without moving.
Month 8
273 kg.
I don't get up at all anymore. The bed is my whole world. They feed me four times a day. Dave in the morning, a client before noon, Peter in the afternoon, someone else in the evening. Sometimes even at night when I wake up hungry. I just whimper and someone shoves food into my mouth.
Today two of them fucked me at once - one in my cunt, one in my ass - while a third pushed a milkshake into my mouth. My belly rolled, the folds slapped and I just moaned and swallowed.
Month 9
284 kg.
I passed 280 last week. Now I'm even heavier. When Peter tries to get inside he has to kneel and spread a lot of fat. I help him by lifting the bottom fold with my hands. It hurts, but it's worth it.
Today Dave fed me until I started gagging from the pressure. I came from that.