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And the other half… 

Part One

IT'S THANKS

GIVING

Y'ALL

Make sure you fill up on all of the heaviest, richest, and densest of your favourite foods and desserts because I will not accept you being any less than stuffed to the point where you can't even think of moving. If you can move or even reach around to rub your full, bloated belly so I don't have to do it for you, you clearly havent eaten enough and I WILL be feeding you even more of the wonderful spread before us... is that understood, my dear?

Ps: I'd wear my stretchiest of Thanksgiving pants if I were you, you're gonna need all the room you can get, and then some when we're through.

-Admin Kai

W-well dang

-Admin Kai

Free thinking on feedism

 “So gluttony turns you on huh?”

You have no idea. So let me give you a taste.

I can think of few things hotter than someone who can’t stop eating - who won’t stop eating - until they can’t move. Someone whose breathing quickens at the sight of food. Someone who just can’t help themselves.

Someone whose body bears the marks of their indulgence - belly softened and distended by countless huge and heavy meals, hips and thighs padded with the richness of millions of calories. A face rounded by bingeing, chins multiplied by lack of self control.

Stretchmarks make me weak in the knees because they show me that person will gorge themselves until they’re literally splitting at the seams.

Give me an eater so eager their world shrinks to the size of a laden table, who doesn’t see beyond the edge of their next plate. I want someone I can feed into a stupor, until they think only about the feel of one mouthful hitting their stomach as the next hits their tongue.

If you really want to impress me, get on all fours and eat until that belly touches the ground.

What is eaten doesn’t matter as long as it’s eaten enthusiastically and to excess. Restaurant plates piled high or bag upon bag of greasy fast food. Sweet, fattening treats or healthy, homecooked meals made for four. Eat it all for me and top it off with a gallon of melted ice cream gulped straight from the tub.

Eat until you’re panting from the pressure of your overstuffed stomach against your lungs. Until your belly bloats out into your lap, your skin stretched taut and shiny over all that you’ve stuffed into yourself.

Eat slowly, neatly, savoring every bite and letting not a single crumb or calorie go to waste. Take the time to revel in the knowledge that your gorging will only make it easier to eat more down the road. 

Or cram handfuls into your face like you can’t fill that growing belly fast enough. Stick your face right in your plate like a pig at a trough, groaning in gluttonous ecstasy.

Let yourself moan in pleasurable discomfort even as you continue to eat as though you’ll never stop.

Loosen your belt, two notches then three, until the tongue slips through the buckle. Undo the button of you pants and let the weight of your heavy gut push the zipper down.

My ideal relationship is one in which there are never any leftovers.

Show me the glutton that you are and I will tease you for your lack of self control and remind you that your unchecked greed is exactly why you got this fat. I can see exactly how much of a pig you’re making of yourself in every roll of fat hanging from your frame.

Show me the size of your appetite and I will worship the bulging belly you’ve built with it and sweetly coax you to keep going.

Eat like every meal is your last, as if the food will disappear if you don’t stuff yourself fast enough. Eat like a bear fattening up for winter. Eat up. Eat more. Eat it all.

Eat for me.

Yo I felt this

-Admin Kai

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