I Want To Be Someones Soft Princess/prince. Them Being At My Beck And Call, But Also Coaxing Me, Pleasing

I want to be someone’s soft princess/prince. Them being at my beck and call, but also coaxing me, pleasing me, saying they know and want the best for me. 

I might be taken down a notch, with how snarky I am.

Teasing me, adoring me as they put me in beautiful robes tailored to my swollen form, offering me another platter of my favorite treats, stuffing me with dinner in bed, like a royal roast. I own them just as much as they own me.

I swell with the softest fat, stretchmarks cracking my silky skin. They kiss every single one, whispering words of praise as I keep gulping down more, blushing. Massages at the royal spa become more frequent. I laze about for days, soaking in the warm hot springs.

I’m normally a very prideful person. Turning into a total mush that is adored, fawned over and yet entirely respected and seen could totally break me, though.

oh? you’re a tough, stoic guy huh? how about when i massage your bloated tummy, soothing its constant gurgles, and shower you in affection and praise for how much you ate? not so tough now hm

cheerleaders who fatten up their jock bfs

and vice versa

How do I find myself a couple of feeders who really need a cute pet to spoil?

He’s sooo hot and his belly is fat and plentiful