I'm Afraid That Those Fancy Pants I Bought Less Than A Year Ago Are A Little Tight When I'm Bloated.

I'm afraid that those fancy pants I bought less than a year ago are a little tight when I'm bloated. I'm sure it's just a bloat though. Anyway, I'm a little bit horny about it

I had such an intense feedee dream... I've never wanted to gain weight more than in there... I was so insatiable, living with a couple that wanted to keep me nice and plump, allowing me in their pantry at all times and giving me any money needed to eat out and stuff myself... I was such a porker, eager to gain at least 40 pounds asap... and then probably some more...

mutuals do this

Had a dream last night where I finally gave it and decided to live with a feeder. As I struggled to waddle up the stairs to their place, I knew that I would never leave. All I could think about is how the moment I walked through those doors I was going to be fed and fattened until I was too fat to leave their bed and then fattened even more. That the weight I was waddling in there was the thinnest I would ever be and that they would have full control and honestly it was the most turned on I had been in a while.

I want nothing more than to waddle into a feeder's home and let them fatten me as much as they please. I want to be force-fed and fully controlled. When I eat, how much I eat, how fat I get completely up to them. I want to be owned. Their property to feed, fatten, and fuck. Forced to stay naked so they can see every jiggly pound and every new stretch mark they put on my flabby swelling body.

I want to be weight, measured, teased. I want pictures taken of me at every stage. I want to be forced to struggle to get up and waddle to the mirror to see and feel what they are doing to me. I want to stand there, wheezing and struggling as they jiggle me and taunt me for getting so fat then ordered to open up as they shove extra fattening donuts in my mouth and tease me even more. I want to be force fed right there, forced to stare at myself as I open my mouth for more like a good little hog. I want to be stuffed to my limits, measured, then forced to struggle back to bed. Then when I'm laying there, out of breath and moaning from how full I am, I want to be ordered to open for more. If I can think about anything but how painfully stuffed I am, I'm not full enough. Only when I'm laying there mindless and moaning do they stop and let me digest while they make more food. I want to be a prized hog.

cheerleaders who fatten up their jock bfs

and vice versa

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