Chapter 1 - Phucket wants to roleplay

From Femalefatadmirer:

I know you're looking for something more serious, and our age difference and distance make that impossible. But I just saw your fat gut and had to say damn, piggy! You got fat!

If you ever want to roleplay, lmk. We can take turns telling what we imagine would happen the first time we meet. I open the hotel room door and...

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From Phucket:

Hey! Sorry for the *very* late response, I’m hardly ever on this site anymore. I will occasionally come back to read a story or two, but then I saw your message! You’re right I have been packing it on. You should see me now! Anyways I’d love to RP and don’t think I’m shy if we hit it off I would be elated to meet you sometime! This isn’t the best place to reach me but if this is your preferred way then I can make some changes.

You walk in, I’m taken a bit by surprise. I could’ve sworn I had a little more time before our date. I tried to swallow the last bit of pizza before washing it down with a bit of cola. Embarrassed, I get up from the bed to greet you, my shirt straining from analready somewhat fful gut...

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From Femalefatadmirer:

"hi, piggy..." I greet you, and my eyes are instantly locked on your fat, swollen gut. You're too humiliated to answer.

"It smells like pizza in here, did you pregame like a fata$s?" I walk in, still staring at your gut straining your shirt, and lowering my eyes to stare at the bulge in your pants.

"I hope you saved room, because I brought you dinner...and dessert...and more to drink...." I put everything down next to the bed. "Go ahead, look at all of it, and tell me you're going to eat it for me, like a good fatboy, while I feel up your fat starter gut."

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From Phucket:

I gaze down at my expanding gut, then to the intimidatingly large bags on the floor. I gulp down my inhibitions, “I.. I’ll eat it all for you..” I stutter not even convincing myself. I bend down to pick up the bags. I swear I could hear a stitch pop from my tightening pants. I set the feast on the table and pull out box after box. ‘This is enough for at least 3 people’ I think to myself. My eyes widening and my stomach already growling in anticipation, despite my fullness. I look back at you, your eyes watch with the anticipation of a wolf about to pounce a sheep. I gulp again. “So where should I start?” I hope I at least sounded confident...
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Read the rest of the story, including

Chapter 2 - Phucket gets measured, and the video begins

Chapter 3 - more stuffing, more video, more FAT

Chapter 4 - Phucket burps, and gets a *very explicit* belly rub

at https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=310937