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990?? Can we see😍

Sure

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Her Pig

You let out a big belch, which relieves a bit of the pressure that has built up in your stomach, but you know she is going to make a comment about it. Another belch comes up, and sure enough, right on cue, she smirks and says, “What’s the matter, pig? Your supper got you gassy again?”

As if she didn’t know. She was the one who had determined what supper was going to be and how many beers you would drink with it. She was a feeder after all. Your feeder.

If anyone had asked you five years ago whether you’d ever wind up with a feeder girlfriend, you’d have said no way. Back then, you were focused on being a feeder yourself and spending your spare time in the gym, keeping yourself at the peak of physical fitness. You were very proud of your defined muscles and personal lifting bests.

That all changed when one of the feedees you started messaging was a feeder as well, and she kept encouraging you to overindulge. It seemed like she’d eat more whenever you did, so you rolled with it. You were already eating a crazy amount of food because of all the exercise you were doing, so it wasn’t like experimenting with stuffing and bloating was all that farfetched for you. Besides, it was fun to push your limits at the table as well as in the weight room.

Things with that girl faded away, but the seed had been planted and so had a few extra pounds that you never quite cut at the gym. Even as you reasoned you were just in a bulking phase, you started seeking out other female feeders to chat with online. The appetite and capacity you had seemed to impress them, and that led to more stuffing challenges, bloating challenges, and a few more pounds.

Then, finally, it happened. You found someone local, and she was a feeder. The first date left you more stuffed than you had ever been in your life, and thanks to the following dates, you found yourself developing a proper pot belly for the first time ever, one that was fat and not just bloated.

You looked over at her, and put both your hands on that belly, back slightly arched, a pose you knew was driving her wild inside. Another burp rose in your throat, and you made no attempt to stifle it or be polite. It was almost a challenge to her, and she rose to the occasion, scooting closer and settling a hand on your full, aching belly.

It felt heavenly, her cool but not too cool hand smoothing over the fuzzy surface of your belly.

“Did you ever think you’d be this fat?” she asked.

You shook your head no, groaning a little and belching once again. No, you had never imagined having a huge orb of a gut preventing you from seeing your feet when standing up, abs completely buried and never to be found again, soft jiggly tits, an ass that always felt too wide for any pants you tried to wear, and a double chin.

Her grin widened. “No?” she asked, raising a brow. “You didn’t think you’d be this fat? Thought you’d manage to keep the weight off? Well, let me tell you, it was EASY to turn you into a fat pig. You just love to eat too much. All I had to do was give you a little nudge to let your inner pig loose, and the last of your abs were toast.”

Her hands moved from your belly to your chest, cupping your tits. “No sign of your pecs anymore either. You have bigger tits than some girls now. Not bigger than mine, but bigger than some.” She gave your tits a squeeze and then pinched your nipples lightly. “So EASY to make you grow tits,” she teased. “They came in fast once you stopped going to the gym so much.”

You moaned a little, feeling your dick stir as she continued to fondle the fat body she’d grown. She coaxed a few more burps out as she resumed rubbing your belly.

“Your ass is almost too wide for that chair,” she told you. “I’m going to make sure you outgrow it the way you keep outgrowing your clothes.”

The scary or thrilling thing was you could imagine that happening, could imagine growing too wide for a normal chair.

Her fingertip lightly tracing over your belly made you shiver slightly in pleasure. At first you thought she was tracing your stretch marks, but then you realized she was spelling something out: “MY PIG.”

[garfield1970]

How do you afford all that food?

i eat it lol

[garfield1970]

Just a quick showoff , trying on an XL shirt :)

[garfield1970]

One year difference

[garfield1970]

Careful, GOMAD catches up to you

[garfield1970]

This was requested, trying on the swimming shorts from my holiday in november 🫣

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Progress: fit to obese

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[garfield1970]

I’m so ✨toned✨

[garfield1970]

Getting pretty hefty…

[garfield1970]

You know what I love here? The definition between my shoulder and my chest, and the definition between my hip and my stomach.

Very similar, and yet achieved in totally different ways 😵‍💫🥴