
NO MINORS. Late twenties. A space to put my kink writings/ramblings and stories. Feeder turned feedee. SW: 135, Current: 148. GW 200. Mutual gainer. Always hungry. ask me anything!
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I Forced Down My Third Pound Of Pad Thai
I forced down my third pound of pad Thai…
I can still eat more I’m sure….i can still sit up.
Time to go back to gorging 🥵 good boys get huge after all
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I was absolutely INSATIABLE the other night 4 some reason, I literally got hone from work and kept eating until i had 2 go to bed and i still wanted more 😅
Not fully stuffed in the vid, just comfortably full :)
This is what I get for giving in.
I can’t focus without being absolutely stuffed. I smell food and get hard. I hear my belly growl and I start drooling. I wake up in the middle of the night making the most dense filling food I can find, so I can pass out with my hands all over my gut.
I hear the word fat and instead of getting hard, I get hungry. Only when I feel my belly begin to stretch….fuck.
I have no thoughts left, just horny browsing and stuffing my face. Playing with my little tdick that I won’t be able to see if I keep this up.
I want to. I need to. I know I won’t be able to turn back. I know I won’t be able to stop.
So make me the fattest you can. Control my meals, force feed me when I don’t comply, make sure I’m painfully stuffed as you taunt me about how I’ve gained, how clothes fit, how much of a blob I’m becoming.
Fuck. Once I’m immobile just keep me tube fed, you’d barely be able to keep up with my gut anyway.
Control my urges. Make sure I can’t get off before im so full I can’t breathe. Train me to enjoy food wildly, stuff my holes with vibrators and keep it going while I eat.
Make me gorge constantly. Make me beg you to make me fatter.
Sabotage my meals with appetite stimulants so no matter how much I’ve eaten I can’t quite squash the hunger. Just alternating pained groans and hungry growls.
I need it. I can’t focus on anything but how fat I want to be.
Feed me
Hey fat boy.
Yea. YOU.
What are you doing? Go back to the kitchen and eat. Now. You’re not really full. You can’t possibly be since you walked in here.
Eat pig. Or I’ll make you. Eat until you’re almost in tears with how bad your gut aches. You promised you’d gain. Prove it.
Spend the week drinking a gallon of gainer a day. If you actually want me to suck you off you’ll drink two. Make yourself fat enough that I have to give you the most attention out of all my fat pets.
Prove it you pathetic squirming fatass. I can see you rocking your hips from here. You can’t touch until you can barely reach.
Now go get fucking fat for me.
Or I’ll make you so fat you’ll be mine forever.