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just let go of self-control and trust me. i know better what you want - you dream of becoming a huge fat man and giving me love every day. you crave to gain more weight, to become heavier for me and i love it. you want to please me with your appetite and be obedient. honestly, everyone and even i are shocked when we see how big you have become. the sweet life changes you, i love watching how your body gradually fills with fat~ i adore you, but it is not enough for me - i want more of you.

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I love when we don’t acknowledge it. I make a pan of lasagna and we sit at the table with the nice tablecloth and candles lit and you chatter about your day. I serve you another slice. We talk about what we should do this weekend. I serve you another slice. Your cheeks look rosy in the candlelight and the wine is making me warm and affectionate. I serve you another slice. You’re complaining about the jerk at work but you’re also looking a little full. We’ve finished the lasagna and I bring out the cheesecake. We don’t acknowledge it but you look up at me with heavy, dark eyes as I put some down in front of you. I do most of the talking while we eat dessert. You’re concentrating now on finishing everything I give you, keeping up the charade that you’re not stuffed to the gills with most of the meal I’ve made for the two of us. I know you’re at your limit but I play oblivious and ask if you want more. My resolve almost breaks as I hear the faintest little whimper, but I keep playing the game, not letting you know yet how good you look, how full. I clear our dishes and I let you wait, heavy, bloated with food, probably unable to get up and help though we haven’t acknowledged that yet either. In a minute I’ll take mercy on you, maybe ask you innocently: is everything alright? You’ll deny it at first, because that’s fun for us; you know that I know that you’re packed tight and turned on about it, but you don’t want to admit it to me yet. And you’ll finally put a hand on your belly and look up at me pleadingly.

“I’m so full”

“Oh?”

“I ate too much”

“Aw, my poor baby”

“My tummy hurts”

And the dam breaks and I’m all over you. We held out long enough, and your sore tummy needs my attention. I did this to you, after all. We both know that you’ll eat anything I put in front of you, you just can’t help it, can you? It’s fun to pretend that I don’t notice how much you’re eating but the truth is, I watched you like a hawk. I saw the way you shifted uncomfortably in your chair when I got you thirds, I noticed the way your shirt clung to your belly after dessert, how your breathing got heavier and heavier as you got fuller and more turned on. You did so well for me, baby. Now let me take care of that full tummy of yours.

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a nutty summertime "snack" for the calorie-addicted cows 🥜🐮

as if over 9000 calorie desserts weren't enough for you fatties, I have another recipe designed to widen that waist and pack your belly full of caloric, sinful sweets.

first, you have to get off your fatass and go to the store (or, have your groceries delivered, to save yourself some energy) and get the following ingredients.

1 pack of mega stuffed oreos (2520 calories)

1/2 cup of butter (800 calories)

24oz of cream cheese (2160 calories)

1 1/12 cup of powdered sugar (720 calories)

2 jars of peanut butter (or more, depending on how peanut-buttery you wanna go) (5320 calories)

3/4 cup of sour cream (if you want the cheesecake to have a little tang, but if not, do vanilla greek yogurt) (360 calories)

2 cups of chocolate chips (or more, again, your preference) (3520 calories)

1 cup of heavy whipping cream (800 calories)

1 family sized bag of reese's mini peanut butter cups (or more, again, your choice, fatty) (5070 calories)

this comes out to a disgusting, humiliating, repulsive 21,270 calories if you're so out of control that you can't help yourself, and stuff your fat face with every morsel of this cheesecake in one sitting.

I know you can't resist that type of gluttony, so here's how to make this sin:

listen to mommy carefully, okay?

first: make the crust

crush up the oreos to make the crust, either by hand or using a food processor until the oreos form a fine crumb texture. combine this with the 1/2 cup/8 tbsp melted butter. (if you want thicker crust, double this part. also adds an extra 3,320 calories) press this mix into the bottom of a pan that can be opened, like a springform pan. make sure you press it onto the side of the pan about 1/2-1 inch up, to add that delicious crust for the cheesecake. cover this and chill while you continue to the next step.

second: make the filling

get two bowls--in one, pour 1 cup of heavy whipping cream into the bowl and beat until the whipping cream forms stiff peaks. then, in the second bowl, beat the 24oz of cream cheese for 2-3 minutes on med/high, then beat in the 1 1/2 cups of powdered sugar until the mixture is smooth. at this point, make sure you add in your 2 jars of peanut butter, 3/4 cups of sour cream, and 1 tsp of vanilla extract and continue to beat the mixture until it is completely smooth. then, fold in the whipped heavy cream, some chopped up peanut butter cups and chopped up chocolate chips. (for extra calories, add chopped up peanuts as well.) spread this over the crust and place in the fridge for 4 hours, or until the cheesecake has gotten firm.

third: make the chocolate topping

grab yourself a bowl that can be microwaved, then pour 1 cup of heavy whipping cream into the bowl and place into the microwave for 30 seconds at a time, until the whipping cream has just begun to simmer. once it has reached this point, pour the whipping cream over chocolate chips, at least 1 bag. make sure these chocolate chips have been chopped up, so they will melt properly. after the mixture has set for a minute or two, whisk it together to ensure it is completely melted. let the mixture sit and cool for 5 to 10 minutes, and then pour the mixture over the chilled cheesecake and place back in the fridge for at least 30 minutes.

once it's set...

garnish with the rest of your peanut butter cups, chocolate chips, and, for extra calories, consider adding the following:

whipped cream

chocolate drizzle

caramel drizzle

peanuts

mini m&ms

remember, a moment on the lips is a lifetime on your hips, so savor every bite because it'll be with you for the rest of your life.

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There is something so hot about making someone gain without them knowing. Sneaking calories into their food whenever you've got the chance. Inviting them to restaurants, preferably all you can eats. Downtalking any weight gain they might have noticed as bloat or retained water. Slowly changing their lifestyle and habits to eat worse and more. And at some point, they'll stand in front of the mirror, stretch marks on their body, side folds, and a chubby belly, being surprised by how fat they've gotten. But what are they going to do now? They have experienced gluttony. They want more. Their habits have already gotten worse. They're used to larger amounts of food. It's too late, their fate has been sealed. Another gluttonous pig has been born.

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Can you take a selfie with his belly when he sits on your chest? Let us see how far does his belly reaches, I think it should cover your face

Yea, I think we can recreate this pic soon!

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I really want to watch a big fat boy eat himself so full he can barely move, but he's still reaching for me because he just loves the experience of eating and feeling so stuffed

I want to see his belly stretch out so far it looks like it can't possibly fit any more food in. I want to watch his double chin squashing against his neck as he opens his mouth for yet another bite. I want to see fat arms struggle to move past his side fat, and his chubby fingers grasp at yet more food.

I want to watch his clothes strain and buttons pop as he fills himself with still more food. I want to hear him panting for breath as all of his energy goes to eating and eating and eating. I want to watch him struggle to adjust his full and swollen form into a mofe comfortable position.

I won't need to force him to keep eating, he's just so hungry, his appetite growing as rapidly as he is. He just wants to keep eating, keep growing, eating, growing, eating, growing.

And then, I want to watch him doze off into a food coma, knowing full well that when he wakes up, he'll be hungry again.

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Y'all are so cute

Reblob to make a fatphobe mad 😠

@monolith-ad

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The thing I wrote that y’all still seem to like:

  ¤  How to Gain Weight for Dummies

Feeder Tools:

        Face Masks/Funnel Masks

665 Leather

Studio Gum

ITVS4

Etsy Dealer

Midnight Blues Etsy & Main Site

       Protein Powders

2016 Best Of Weight Gain/Protein Powders

Gainer Shakes

4000CAL - Mix & Match Gainer Shakes

4800CAL - Cake Shake

1000CAL - 10 Best Shakes

1000CAL - (Approximately) Homemade / DIY Mass Gainer

1500CAL - Smoothie Shake

900CAL - Healthy Weight Gain Shake

31620CAL - Mega Calories Gainer Shake

31000CAL - Shake

????CAL - Lardfill’s Gainer Shakes

Sites:

A bit of a Q&A - Advanced Techniques

FA/FFA/Fat+/Body+ Social Media - Feabie

Reddit - Gainers

FFA Social Media - FFAMBROSIA

Fantasy Feeder - FF

NLP/Hypnosis/Psychosexuality

Hypnosis w/ Dr. Fatology

NLP Hypnosis

Hyp Talk

NLP Basics

10 Steps on Refining your NLP Technique

Neill Streuss NLP

Feederism, Dr. Mark Griffiths

Stigma: Feederism

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Why I couldn't fully enjoy being a feedee until I "burned the ships"

There were actually several times I decided I was done fighting myself, and that I was going to eat, enjoy, and indulge as I pleased. But, early on, while I was still thin, it was too easy to turn back. Fit friends would still invite me to play sports. Girls would still hit on me, obviously admiring my physique. I'd see my belly starting to round or feel myself getting the slightest bit winded, and hesitation would and doubt would creep in. I knew in feedism, I had discovered a new world where it was okay to be myself, to relax, and to celebrate. But, like an early explorer, I could see the ships at the shore waiting to take me back to the mundane, but at least familiar, world of pretense, struggle, and exhaustion. Like them, I had to burn the ships to erase those second thoughts. I had to push through until my abs were covered in too much fat to even feel them buried and forgotten beneath the pudge. I had to let myself get so out of shape that my old, fit friends gave up on me. I had to sit back and let my expanding gut mark me as "for FFAs and feeders only." Once I found myself too heavy and hungry to even contemplate returning to endless workouts and diets, and once any second thoughts were nothing but smoldering ashes on the beachhead, then I became a free and true inhabitant of this new land.

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Better get the dice ready.

Roll for a Feedism Challenge 

Feedee Edition!

Roll a d20 to get your challenge for the day

Breakfast stuffing: get a dozen donuts and eat every last one (if it's Krispy Kreme make it 18). 

Worth the weight: hop on the scale and take a picture of the number. Do it again at the end of the day. Share the results (and impress whoever you share it with)

Moisturize Me: get comfy, get naked, and get in touch with your body as you slowly lotion every inch of yourself.

Consequences: for every 200 steps you take today you need to eat 1000 calories. Be mindful of how much you're moving your body.

Planks: set a timer for 3 minutes and get in plank position. Every time you have to pause the timer for a break is another 500 calories you need to eat today (make it 1000 if you're under 200 pounds). 

Pizza party: get a large pizza and finish the whole thing (make it 2 if you get thin crust)

Low Hanging Fruit: Get on all fours and take a picture. Show someone how low your belly is hanging these days.

Self care day: get comfy and surround yourself with your favorite snacks. Relax today and graze while doing all your favorite low effort activities.

Probable pounds: Roll 2d4. You need to weigh that much more (in pounds) before you stop eating tonight.

Empty calories: get at least 2500 calories from drinks today (you're probably going to want a milkshake or 2)

Extra large thighs… I mean fries: treat yourself to your favorite fast food and make sure it's over 5000 calories (it's okay if that means you need to treat yourself for 2 meals, you deserve it)

Find your max: count calories and stuff yourself until you physically can't anymore. That's your max. If you've already done this once, make sure to beat your last score.

Quiet contemplation: turn off all media and set a timer for 10 minutes. I want you to lay down, get comfy, close your eyes and just spend this time exploring your body. Has it gotten bigger? Softer? Where do you feel most sensitive?

Touch yourself while you stuff yourself: get in touch with your hedonistic side by masturbating while you eat. Don't cum until you've had at least 2000 calories.

The best shape you'll ever be in: do as many situps or pushups (your choice) as you can. Subtract that number from 20 and then multiply by 500. That's your calorie goal for today (if it's a negative, multiply by -1 and add 2000 calories)

Just Desserts: in addition to your normal meals today, you're going to eat at least 2500 calories of desserts. 

Cupcake game: find your favorite piece of feedist porn/fic/etc. Every time you start getting turned on, eat a cupcake. No touching yourself until you've finished all of them. (This works best with longer stories/videos)

This still fits: put on your tightest clothes that still “fit” (you can actually get them on your body) and take a picture from whatever angle makes you look fattest. Post it if you feel comfy or share with someone privately.

It's about the process: cook your favorite recipe and eat the whole thing for one meal. The dishes can be future-you’s problem. Just enjoy yourself for now.

Double trouble: Roll 2 more times and do both!

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Having my control over my eating and weight taken from me...I love this story 🐷🥵

Well, I did warn you.

We're coming to the end of our vacation. 2 weeks, all inclusive, and we made sure to take full advantage of that, with extra emphasis on the FULL.

You can't recall a moment of this trip you weren't on the verge of bursting. Somehow I always had something else ready for you to eat, the waiters seemed to hover by us, and you always had a mouthful of something delicious and fattening.

Nothing you brought fits right, even your plane outfit is stressed and stretched trying to contain all your new girth.

"How much could I even gained this fast?" you think to yourself in a panic. It wasn't always this hard to waddle across the room. You feel so much heavier and more weighed down. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can hardly believe it's only been 2 weeks. At this rate, you won't even fit in the seat on the plane.

You sigh, relieved that today is the last day. Your belly is already bloated, painfully so, from breakfast. As much as it turns you on to be getting so much fatter, you need a rest.

You heave your way across the room, every step jostles your swollen gut and you sit. "Well, she did say she was going to keeo me full all trip...or warned me."

You absentmindedly rub your belly, the thought of how huge you're getting starting to turn you on. "I do need a rest thought." you think.

The door opens, I come in and look you over with a giggle.

"I'm ready to go home." you say, between burps and hiccups.

I giggle and show you a reciept "Oh not yet! I got us one more week!"

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I mean, I figure both those things go well together 🐷

What if i want both of them 🫣🐷

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See sweetie, you never truly believed in being equal, you just want to please pervy feeders like me and get as fat as possible.✨

You know that deep down, you’re less than others. You’re not made to do the difficult things normal people do. Hence why you want to get so fat you look inhumane.✨

You’re just a simple pet that needs to be domesticated and fattened up.✨

Your purpose is to eat and grow.✨

Let me fatten you up like a pig for slaughter, trust me - it’s more liberating than trying to be equal🦋

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Looks like you're both lucky 🥵 the dream.

I’ve been in a relationship for a couple months now, and my boyfriend has gone up two pants sizes in those two months… He is on the smaller side - his pant size was 28 x 30, but now it’s 32 x 30 and he’s complaining that they’re starting to feel tight. His face has rounded ever so slightly, he has the smallest love handles forming, and the squishiest pooch of a tummy, just slightly hanging over the waistband of his jeans.

He doesn’t know when to say no to food. He just eats and eats, and eats, and eats, and eats some more.

We went to dinner with friends the other day and he cleaned his plate… before finishing off mine and our two friends plates as well. (Imagine the portion sizes if my fat ass couldn’t finish my meal!)

It’s so incredibly hot to see, especially since I didn’t lift a finger… He’s doing it all to himself.

I’m a lucky girl.

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Now here is an example of a feeder correctly handling a feedee. This is obviously brat behavior from the feedee, and needs to be dealt with swiftly.

“Ugh, maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that last piece of cake…” I hear you utter from the dining room table as I listen in while cleaning the kitchen.

“Awww but that was only the first part of dessert! I still have a whole pie and this fresh batch of cookies for you to eat, and you know I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

“Ugh, can I please just save it for later? I’m too full,” you whine.

“Darling,” I chide, my tone getting ever so slightly firmer. “You were the one who said you wanted to get so stuffed that you couldn’t move earlier today, remember? I’m just helping you reach your goals.”

“Ugh, I just *urrp* don’t think I can eat anymore…”

“Oh no, I’m not letting you give up now, especially not after I did all that cooking,” I scold, sauntering up to you with the pie and a can full of whipped cream. “You were the one who told me not to let up until you finished every. Last. Bite. And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Your words, not mine, love.” You watch fearfully as I set the food on the table and take a seat in front of you, suddenly realizing the weight of your words.

“Oh I know what I said baby but please, I just don’t think I can- mmph!” I shove a generous forkful of delicious, buttery pie into your mouth without warning.

“No excuses, honey. You’re gonna eat for me until this plate is spotless.”

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Ideal Morning

1. We wake up and have sleepy cuddles that lead to me rubbing your belly and relieving your morning erection.

2. I make you a huge breakfast - diced spicy potatoes with onions and peppers smothered in pepper jack cheese, spicy sausage, as many eggs as you want that I cook in the sausage oil - covered in butter and spices, several slices of toasted and buttered sourdough that I made the night before, and chocolate chip muffins.

3. You eat on the couch while I plan lunch and dinner in my notebook. I can’t help but caress your enormous and increasingly tight belly every few minutes as you begin to slow down from being so full. You know how much it means to me for you to finish everything, so you do.

4. We snuggle on the couch and watch TV as I gently soothe your engorged middle.

5. I bring over the plate of the remaining muffins and we impatiently wait for lunch time.

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Entering your bedroom is always a pleasure for me. You spend all your time in bed. I walk in and you can never see me over the bloated belly that traps you on the mattress. You know who it is, but you still have a slight sense of terror at the rare possibility of a stranger walking into your room.

Normally I'd be wearing heels, and you could hear the familiar click of my pace across the floor. I've been visiting you a few times now (as a volunteer for giving company to shut-ins), and now go barefoot in the house, so my approach is more silent.

Your fat bloated hands reach down to your belly. You can't even reach all of it, but you rub vigorously what you can reach. A wet burp escapes your gullet as you are still digesting your breakfast. Normally your cheeks would turn red with embarrassment and you'd apologize profusely; even as a second burp erupted. But, by this point, you've noticed that it doesn't bother me.

I walk to your side, just so you can see me. You smile and say, "I suppose it's lunch time?"

You loved eating. Food was erotic for you. I wasn't sure why, but I didn't judge. I smiled back and replied, "what would you like today?"

Usually there were groceries delivered, and healthy options in your cabinets and refrigerator. But you had consumed all that... as quickly as possible, almost on purpose so you could order more fattening food. You had a mischievous grin on your face as you said, "Well, I know there's not much in the house... so take out?"

I tried to hide my smile. It was my job to help you; to make sure you made healthier choices. But, I secretly loved how fat you were. The idea of you growing bigger turned me on, so I enjoyed this change of plans.

You pulled up a menu on your phone. I saw your fat fingers moving quickly as you added item after item to your cart. I should have stopped you. I should have told you: only one meal. But my silence was consent. You put your phone down and said, "It should be delivered within the hour - could you grab the bags for me when they arrive?"

Hearing bags, plural, made me look forward to the feeding frenzy that I knew was inevitable. You were so fat already; you must have an otherworldly appetite.

I never got a front seat to your binging before; no doubt because you usually preferred to eat alone. I almost expected you to ask for privacy when your huge lunch arrived, but I secretly hoped you wouldn't.

While we waited I sat next you in a chair beside your bed. The conversation was mainly small talk and I could see the increase in nervous excitement as the time passed and your food was on its way.

Your phone chimed. Grabbing it with excitement, your fat hand almost dropped it, but caught it before it fell to the floor. You hiccuped and then said, "It's been delivered. The side door."

I got up and made my way to that door. There were five large bags of take out and pizza boxes. I was shocked. It was going to take at least two trips to bring the food into your room.

I placed the first two bags on the chair next to you, turning around the grab the last 3. It was less than a minute when I returned with the rest of it, and you had already dived into the bags on the chair. Your mouth was full when you saw my expression of surprise. Your chewing slowed, then you swallowed and said with a hint of desperation, "I'm sorry, I was just so hungry."

I knew my response would be the difference between being able to stay and watch you stuff yourself, or being asked to give you privacy. I thought quickly and said, "Don't worry. I'm glad you're enjoying your food."

You smiled... just the response you wanted. Your fat hand reached into a container of mozzarella sticks. You grabbed the marinara sauce and placed it on your belly. Each time you dipped a stick in the sauce it overflowed and left blotches of red on your bare skin. I reached over to a paper towel roll beside your bed just out of your reach. For a second you stopped eating, your eyes curious about what I was doing.

I grabbed a piece of paper towel, stared you right in the eyes, and sensually licked it. Then I reached towards your belly, lifted the sauce container and cleaned the marinara that had spilled all over you. I couldn't glean from your facial expression what was going through your mind, but you let me clean you and then continued to eat.

It didn't take long for you to get through a full serving of mozzarella sticks, twenty-five Buffalo wings smothered in blue cheese dressing, onion rings, garlic bread, two large pizzas; and for some reason, a salad. Watching you consume all that food was such a turn on that I spent most of the time trying to hide the arousal I was experiencing.

There were a few things I noticed during your stuffing... you became messier and messier as you ate; you burped often, rubbing your belly firmly to almost force the burps out. You mumbled something in the middle of your meal while you were pushing a belch out of your stomach and I didn't hear it. But I realized what you had said later on... that you "were making room."

I began cleaning up. Grabbing the empty take out boxes and putting them in the empty bags. You were in quite a state: covered in sauce and crumbs. A messy, gluttonous fat man. But you weren't embarrassed. I was grateful for that.

I walked the trash out to the kitchen, then grabbed more paper towels. This time I wet them in the sink... I don't think I could ever create enough saliva to wet the towels enough to clean you adequately, despite how erotic you seemed to think it was.

I could hear you moaning in your bedroom. An occasional wet burp was all that could interrupt the sounds of pleasure escaping from you.

I came back into your room. Your eyes were glazed over with the inevitable food coma that eating enormous quantities of calories causes. You barely even looked at me as I began to clean the crumbs and sauce from your breasts and bloated belly. But you felt me rubbing your body with the wet paper towels, and you groaned again. Your fat hands reached down towards mine which were engaged in cleaning you up. I noticed that they were covered in food as well, and I held each hand as I wiped the food from your fingers.

Wet burps continued to erupt, and I took it as an opportunity to get closer to you. Your fat hands were massaging your belly as you lapsed in and out of consciousness. So I took the initiative. I reached out and began to massage your girth. You moved your hands away to give me room. I essentially dived in. You were so large that I couldn't rub your belly adequately from the chair next to you. I stood and leaned over your impossibly fat body. My thin hands began to explore every inch of fat. I gently ran my nails perpendicular to your extensive network of stretch marks. I felt your body shiver and buck with excitement. Your stomach was hard as a rock. You wouldn't think it would be noticeable under hundreds of pounds of belly fat; but the sheer amount of food you consumed made it noticeable. I firmly rubbed the fat over your stomach, copying what you were doing when you burped out the statement that you were "making room".

You were in and out of consciousness still, but managed to mumble statements of pleasure as you felt me exploring your huge body.

At this point, I couldn't resist. I made my way to the end of your bed. You tried to lift your head, to see what I was doing. But your belly blocked any view you could have. I crawled up between your legs... and to my surprise you lifted your belly. Your hands reached as far as they could and gripped the sides of the obese curtain of fat that covered your groin. I reached out and lifted what you couldn't. Then I saw what was hidden under your belly. A huge pad of fat that had an indent where your penis should be. I dug my small fingers into it and felt how hard you were. Your dick pulsed with pleasure and I wished it wasn't so deeply hidden and restricted from use. I tried to touch it; I wanted my mouth around it; but it was impossible.

You groaned again, "oh please, please fuck me."

I wanted to. I severely wanted to. But it was impossible. I retreated from your crotch and had to tell you, "It's not possible. There's too much fat."

I was shocked at your reaction. It wasn't disappointment. It was a turn on. You whispered to yourself, "oh my God, yes, I'm too fat to fuck. Oh, I'm so fucking fat...."

I didn't expect that. But it aroused me more than I knew was possible. Too fat to fuck... the ideal man.