Theres Something So Hot About A Feeder Forbidding Their Feedee From Wearing Shirts. Being Forced To Have

There’s something so hot about a feeder forbidding their feedee from wearing shirts. Being forced to have their belly on full display as they grow. Their pecs softening and becoming perky like tits. Or their tits expanding and becoming saggy. Resting on their stomach. Being forbidden from wearing shirts to show off all their progress, the stretch marks, the rolls as they sit down. It would be pretty hot. To have someone take all your shirts away and forbid you from wearing them. You’re becoming a fat pig now, you have no use for shirts. Having to eat shirtless. Getting your belly oogled at by your feeder all the time. Having it get slapped or jiggled everytime they pass you. Seeing all the ripples in your belly as you walk. Oh it would be so hot.

Making you outgrow each one of your shirts and refusing to replace them so I can enjoy my handiwork properly.

Watching the spread of chest across the shelf of your bloated belly, the soft rolls forming at the top of your ass. Running my nails along your stretch marks at any opportunity to hear you whimper at the sensitivity.

Watching you eat shirtless and teasing you about the spills on your fat gut, wiping up the crumbs with my fingers and making you lick them clean.

Grabbing and jiggling you whenever I come near so you remember who made you this plush and soft - and who you belong to.

Good pets don't need clothes, it just gets in the way of them having their body used.

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