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Patience

The one where he eats a ton and makes me watch him jerk off.

I don’t know if this is particularly good, but I needed to write it down.

feedism, ffa/bhm, some sexually explicit stuff

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My face is hot and my chest is tight, making it hard to keep my breath steady. I’m going to lose this little competition - this I know for certain - but I should at least try to maintain composure.

It’s harder than I thought.

The idea was simple: sit still and patient while you demonstrate just how gluttonous you are. I’m not one to back down from a challenge, so of course I agreed. My overconfidence blinded me to the well known fact that I’m less patient than you when I’m not in control. This was making itself very apparent.

I struggle not to bite my lip as I watch you unwrap the last burger of the mountain of fast food you’d come home with. I’m sitting across from you in our living room, the TV playing some mindless show for background noise while you torture me. You look stuffed to the brim, pants undone and shirt riding up, as you take a bite of that last burger. You wash it down with a big swig of soda, playful eyes meeting my heated gaze. Your hand moves to massage your heavy gut and you belch, low and deep.

Fuck.

I shift in my seat, fingers gripping my forearms. My face is burning.

“You okay, baby?” You ask with an air of innocence. “You look unwell.”

I roll my eyes.

“Use your words.” You’re having way too much fun with this.

“I’m fine,” I say, the words coming out more strained than I’d like.

“You sure?” You ask, stuffing the rest of the burger in your mouth. Your hand starts wandering lower and I lean forward in my seat.

“Uh huh,” I say, breathless. You pull your hand back and I huff ever so slightly. You’re so smug and it’s making me not want to cooperate, but I know if I want to touch you I have to be patient. It’s all part of the game.

You burp again and shift to pull you pants down past your knees before kicking them off.

“Much better,” you say, winking at me. You’re very clearly turned on. I resist the urge to quit this game, kneel between your thighs, and make you forget why you wanted to try this scenario in the first place. “Fuck, I’m full.” You press your hands into your soft lower belly and give it a shake, letting out a low moan.

I whine, despite myself, and immediately regret it when I see how delighted you are.

“Do you wanna see me touch myself, baby? Is my pretty feeder soaking wet just from watching me?” I squeeze my legs together as if on cue, unable to stand this teasing.

“Yes,” I whisper. Your hand slips under the waistband of your boxers and you moan when you finally touch yourself. I take one shaky breath and try not to moan myself. It’s all I can do to keep it together.

I rock my hips against the chair, desperate to give myself any stimulation. This is unfair. I need to touch you, feel how full you are, tease your cock myself. I need to feel you rut against me as I force more into you.

At some point my mouth opened and I can barely believe I’m actually panting, but you’re picking the pace and I can tell you’re getting so close. You open your eyes and meet my gaze again, lost in the sensation.

“That’s it, baby,” you say, “watch me show you how much I love this, how much I fucking need this. I think I could eat more, you know.” You slow down, walking that line that tips you over the edge. “I could eat more, but only if you’re feeding me.”

“Oh god,” I answer.

“Do you want me to cum?”

“Please, baby.” My face flushes again with how desperate I sound. “Please cum for me. I need to touch you, I need to feel you.”

“It’s so fun teasing you, though,” you say with a smirk. “To see you all worked up like this, it’s so hot to know that I do this to you.” You make a show of thrusting your hips into your hand - at least as well as you can with being so full.

I think I’m sweating.

“I need to fuck you,” I choke out. “God, please baby. Let me fuck you.”

You laugh and renew your efforts. You’ll cum this time, I can tell by the way your breath starts to hitch.

I’ll never get tired of watching you cum. Once I know you’re finished, I rush over to you and kiss you, your lips curling into a smile beneath me.

“God that was so hot,” I say in a rush, my fingers fumbling with my own pants. “Please touch me. See how dripping wet your pretty feeder is for you, baby.”

You’re more than happy to oblige.

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November, May, July

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Okay, the hottest experience just happened.

I am visiting home for a few weeks and matched with someone I knew from high school. They have already been living in town post-university for a few years.

We haven’t seen each other in person for over a decade. Let’s just say a lot has changed and we have both grown as people.

I went to pick them up to go for dinner and they are even hotter in person. We went out for pizza and only ate a few slices. But afterwards I gave them the leftovers and they said “I’ll finish this later for a midnight snack.” I swear they rubbed their tummy but maybe I imagined it.

They were wearing a very well fitting white shirt that left little to the imagination. I had to keep myself from being a little freak and staring at them the entire time. We did make out for a while before saying goodbye.

Ugh..I haven’t been this horny for a long time. Just thinking about them has me feeling all sorts of ways. I am very hot and bothered.

It felt like something out of the wg fiction I used to devour. Twink to bearification. They were cute as a teen but oh my god..gorgeous as a man. And they were very sweaty and kind of bashful for being messy (they spilled tomato sauce on their shirt). I just thought it was cute.

I want them to fuck me from behind and feel the weight of their body on me. I want to cuddle and kiss all over their chest and feel the curve of their stomach pressing into me. I want to take him entirely into my mouth and feel their muscles tense. I want to make them helpless with pleasure.

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170 lbs

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It’s like the universe wants me to be fat right now.. kind, sweet people keep giving me baked goods and ice cream and beer. I feel like this summer I am becoming a sexy, fat himbo!

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Just a hungry little guy..who wants to fill me up?

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Don’t u want a cozy lil 🐷 slut to feed and squeeze? She’s rlyyyyy good at eating 😇

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stoned and bloated :)

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I love seeing those early signs of actually becoming fat

Seeing your tight abs soften up and melt into a pudgy gut that just pokes out a little too far to be unnoticed. 

Seeing you struggle with your cute t-shirts riding up, reavealing a sneaky sliver of pudgy belly poking out. Those first few weeks were the cutest thing, you just never had to worry about that before, and it took more than just a few horrified stares to make you finally snap out of your denial and realise that you got fat.

Seeing your V shape back lose its shape, softening up, plumping out. Those defined curves getting replaced by chunky rolls stacking up on top of each other. 

Seeing your waistline become… non-existent, just a round belly with soft love handles stacked up on top 

Seeing how you just look so much…bigger! A few months ago you had a pot belly but still had a small frame. But now? There’s just so much more of you. You take up more space. You’ve become slower. Moving around in bed just takes bit more effort and makes you puffed out 

You got fat

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i love feeling my pants get a little harder to put on, and fit a little snugger. I can play it off as bloating or maybe just my dryer. but i can’t wait until my belly is too big to hide in my clothes anymore and i have to accept the fact that im fat

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You could say stretching my capacity with multiple belly Inflations was a success 🫃🏻🎈

More on of ✨

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We (I) need more platonic friend feeders/feedees!

Yes I want to make friends that want to make me fat!

Yes I want to make friends that will let me play with their fat and let me convince them to have just one more cookie!

And Yes I want said friends to also play with my fat after they convinced me to eat a whole xl pizza in on sitting and tell me what a good girl I am.

All platonic, all hot, all bad influences on each others waistlines

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The tightness. It's the tightness in your clothes that you start feeling first. Jeans don't fit right anymore, you have to suck in your gut to get them to button. Your shirts start riding up, letting your belly poke out a little bit more every day. Your bra's feel more constrained every time you go to put it on. Your panties dig into your hips with a less and less showing the more that spills over.

Then the tightness of your belly catches your attention. After every meal your stomach is just bigger and harder to reach around it. Your thighs start rubbing together and it changes how you walk. Your ass has a far more noticeable jiggle to it now. Same with your arms and your face.

You sometimes think of slowing down and getting healthy, but the food is just too good. You can't stop. And with how good and sensitive everything feels now, why would you want to stop?

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What goes better with a crop top than a belly full of a dozen donuts?

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Outgrowing standard desk chairs like any normal, fit and healthy 24 year old does.

It’s past time I buy a bigger, sturdier one (I’m already 100lbs over the weight limit) but I need to see how much more lard this one can take before it collapses under me first

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My daily out and about fit..tight shirt and low waisted baggy pants.

Who doesn’t love a sliver of tummy poking out?

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I want somebody to take control. I want to be surprised with food. I want to smell food cooking. I want to be fed. I want to forced to eat. I want somebody to always ask if I’m hungry.

I daydream about this all the time. Having a partner who wants nothing more than to see my weight increase week by week. I want you to make me fat and then tell me how my clothes are getting tight on me. I want to feel like someone’s trophy.

I want you to take me to a buffet and let me eat until I don’t want to get up anymore and then you start getting plates for me even if I say I’m full.

I want to go on a two week cruise with you and see what damage it does to my waistline. I want to take pics with you while you have your hand resting on my belly.

I need light fingertip rubs on my new stretch marks. I need to be the little spoon and get my belly held and squeezed all night.