Feedees Reblog If

Feedees reblog if

The only thing you want to do is be forcefully tied to a large bed while your feeder brings you copious amounts of food for weeks, months, even years. You just want to watch your body slowly blow up like a calorie filled sack. Your feeder making you stuff yourself endlessly every day until your belly grows so absolutely enormous you can’t see your fat swollen feet anymore. You want to be so riddled with fat that you can’t possibly heave yourself over without help. Your ass weighing you down along with your cellulite stuffed thighs. All you want is to be a useless eating machine gorging non stop until your arms are so heavy you can’t even bring them to your fat engorged face leaving your feeder no choice but to strap a tube into your pathetic hog mouth and fill you like a human balloon. You also know the consequences of eating like a pig and you don’t care. You just want to be helplessly obese even if your heart struggles to pump. You just want to be fed, rubbed, and played with.

I can’t get off anymore without the thought of my gut growing so massive it swallows my thighs 🥵 someone force feed me until I can’t breathe? I want this gut stretched so far in front of me that I couldn’t reach my deep bellybutton no matter the position. I want to be heavy. Obese. A blob of gluttonous fat begging and pleading to have the feeling of my belly near bursting. I want you to revel in the pained gurgles my belly makes, I want you to rub my massive gut and remind me that I’ll never, ever be skinny again.

I wanna just. Feed someone. And sit in their lap and feel as they get fuller and hear them whimper and shift around as they won’t stop eating regardless. See them push past their limit just because it tastes so good and they can’t help themself. Soft tummy getting fuller and firmer as they beg me to rub it and help them feel better. And I want them to be so aware of how turned on it’s making me to watch them and feel them and feed them.

Trans fat? Uh.. Yeah. I sure hope they are

Fuck all I want right now is for someone to tie me to the bed and stuff burger after burger into my mouth. Double patty every topping heavy goodness. I want to feel my gut groan in protest. And then I want you to funnel me full of heavy cream. Make my gut stretch, fill me with fat. Wake me up every two hours and do it again. I just need to be your fat, overweight pet.