*deepest Inhale Of My Fucking Life*

*deepest inhale of my fucking life*

Good morning Tumblr world! ☀️ Life has been busy…It’s been a minute. Did you miss me?

Okay, burping is just ~adorable~. I don’t know how it got considered gross or rude, but those people are wrong and have no taste.

The big, resonating belches after something carbonated, the tasty ones that slowly slip out in the late hours after a filling dinner, the little spritely burps as some cutie’s completely relaxed body starts moving again after the long nap after lunch; they’re all completely perfect. <3 <3 <3 

Ropes, chains, locked door?... Why would I need any of that? I'm already restraining you by holding you at your gluttony and lust. By the time you realize that you're nothing much than fattening livestock, you'll already be doomed. Your old thinner self will be permanently sealed in the fat prison of your new body. Any effort to dig it out only met with your jailer effortlessly making pile more flab on top. And how can you escape your jailer? You're already too addicted, from my words to my feeding and to my touch, you've become just another thing for me to lovingly dump calories in an grow forever more. But let's fantasize about your mind prying itself from my influence. My poor fatass, you won't be able to leave me then. Better than ropes is the stomach that's always full and begging to be fed more. Better than chains is the massive amount of lard I've piled onto you. Better than a locked door is a doorway too narrow you'll get stuck in, in the last moment your mind will be free... Before I push you back in, feed you more and you abandon yourself to pleasure and never come back.

🍁🍂🍁

Be a sweetie for me and finish this, okay? I couldn't possibly eat this much.

It's okay, you're just getting fat. I still love you. Oh, I just want you to have snacks, in case you need them to focus on your game. I just want you to do well.

Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 3: Date Night

Word Count: 1320

Thank you to @fatguarddog for the theme list!

Feedee POV, large feedee x thin feeder, GN feedee x femme feeder, tight clothes, social setting, stuffing, belly noises

As you both are walking up the stairs you can feel your belly wobbling beneath the strained fabric of your button up, your pants were a struggle to put on and you already know you're at risk of popping the button before dinner even starts. You turn your gaze to your wife and she just looks so elegant, her lithe body adorned with a flowy knee length crimson dress, hugging her upper curves while obscuring her lower, dark brown hair cresting the tops of her shoulders. The smell of the restaurant permeates both of your noses but one of you is clearly more drawn to it than the other. Despite the extra effort of hauling the almost 200lbs of pure fat you've added to your frame you're quite thankful most of it went to your fattened middle, makes going up stairs easier as you don't have to try too hard to balance.

When you both reach the top of the stairs you step to the side and take a short breather. After a moment your partner looks up to you with beaming eyes and a wide smile

"Alright sweetie.. are you ready to have some fun?" ;)

"You know it babe"

"Good, lets go celebrate this right"

You both walk to the receptionist, they check your reservation and guide you on over to the booth your wife booked, a fact you learned less than an hour ago which explained why she was so restrictive with your meals today. "Restrictive" as in a normal day of eating for a normal sized person. She slides into her side of the booth with ease to watch the show, as you bend your knees to slide on in. Ass barely against the seat and you can feel the table digging in to your gut already, but your belly is doughy enough to not have issues sucking it in and sliding the rest of the way through.

You pull out your phone to scan the QR code on the table but as soon as you try she puts her hand over your phone and lightly pushes it to the table.

"I'll be handling this tonight sweet heart. Just be a good pig and wait a few minutes as I get us situated, get comfy you're gonna need it"

Your heart flutters as you shake your head, unable to form a proper reply. The squeeze from the table against your fattened gut is causing the rumbling to begin, an angry belly demanding to be filled letting out a roar, your wife just chuckles in response as she peruses the menu.

After the minutes pass she sets her phone down and presses the button next to the QR code, a server comes by moments later, you now realize that the kitchen door is only a mere 20 feet away. Something she definitely knew before hand.

"What can we get started for you both?"

"Hey yeah we'll get a Sea Food pallet, a Caesar salad, 2 brisket specials , 2 margaritas, and 2 glasses of water to start"

"Sounds good, I'll get those drinks out for you now, the food will be coming out in about 10 minutes"

With that your server walked to the kitchen and returned shortly after with the margaritas and water. The both of you engage in conversation and sharing memories while you wait for the plates to arrive. The margaritas went quickly so your wife presses the button again and orders another 2. The food comes out with the drinks and it smells so enticing. Unsure where to start you look to her and she greets you with hungry eyes

"Well? What are you waiting for baby? Pick up that fork and get to work, I've got big plans for you tonight"

Obediently you grab your fork and start on the brisket, the tender meat falling apart so softly in your mouth, infused with the southern flavors you've grown so accustomed to. Quickly you get sucked into your own little world, pushing more and more of the juicy meat past your lips between sips of your margarita. By the time you finish the first plate your angry gut has been replaced with a greedy one, leaning back a bit you caress your love handles to your belly button beneath the table. You feel the tip of her heel poke your fupa and you look down back at her, her head resting atop her hands as she quietly says "Good job sweetie, but that's just the start, nows not the time for a break"

Your crotch grows hot as you stifle a burp, she presses the tip of her heel into your gut deeper this time as she stares you down with greedy eyes, forcing a little more gas to come up. You taste the brisket on your breath before she says "Was the brisket good piggy? Go ahead, I didn't order this one for me anyways" she inches the plate towards you, eyes locked onto your lardy middle spilling onto the table. She presses the button on the table again as you tear into the meat once more, barely even registering her placing another drink order when the server comes by. Juicy meat with intense flavor sliding down your throat and falling into the abyss that she owns and maintains very well.

As soon as the 2nd plate was cleared the server had returned with cocktails and took away the 2 plates you already cleared. You notice your wife has just been sipping her drink and taking slow bites of her salad this whole time

"Are you not gonna have any of the seafood babe?"

"Not at all, sure it's meant to be shared but... I'm enjoying making you look like a complete and utter fat ass"

You blush hard, looking her over and taking in her thin form, the contrast between you is undeniable. Sure the booth is somewhat secluded but you know damn well your server has probably already alerted the kitchen staff to the obese pig they're cooking for. It wouldn't be a surprise if a couple of them had peeked through the window on the kitchen door to see the gargantuan size of who their feeding.

The thought quickly fades though as your wife picks up a shrimp and presses it to your lips, instinctively you open up and lean in, forgetting all about decency as you do so. With subtle words of encouragement and more of her heels poking and probing your belly the sea food pallet slowly but surely disappears. By this point your gut is pressing against the table hard. The buttons above the table are stretched tight, making the fabric between them take the shape of ovals. You're stifling burps as the gas in your belly shifts and the food churns.

A small break occurs and the two of you just enjoy each other's company, talks of when to take pto next, where you should go on vacation, what shows and books you've been wanting to watch/read. She presses the button again without acknowledging it and the conversation keeps going, once your server arrives your wife orders a parfait, a sundae, and a whole chocolate cake to go. As the server walks off your wife turns to you and rather curtly says

"The parfait is mine fatty. It may look good and tasty but you're not touching it" a smile crest her lips and she laughs, you join her as well before saying

"Don't worry about that, a sundae is just what I need, besides I doubt that cake is for tomorrow"

"Of course not, as soon as our desserts are gone, you're gonna squeeze your way out of that booth you've eaten yourself stuck into, we'll head home, and I'll have you face down in that cake as soon as we're upstairs"

She leans over the table and beckons you closer, with a whisper she says

"I'll be making you my bitch tonight sweetheart, the lube, strap on, and towels are already laid out, happy anniversary piggy"