Im A Littleeee Winded Because My Belly Is Sore Ans Im Very Full

I’m a littleeee winded because my belly is sore ans I’m very full 🐽🐽🐳

Kristina celebrates her birthday with cake piggy-style!

🐽🐽 so much hard work stuffing myself like this…

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Extreme Feeder Fantasy

I'd give just about anything to be able to feed you forever. To surround you with endless food and feed it to you by the handful. I want to watch you grow everyday, watch as each new rolls forms on your enormous frame, to touch and jiggle you with one hand whilst I pile McDonalds into you with the other. Eventually you'd round out, losing any human form or semblance you once had and forming a human blubber ball. I'll make every inch of you so obese that even breathing is exercise, your chest so weighed down by layers upon layers of flab that pushing it up and down to keep your barely functional body going exhausts you. You'll rely on me for everything; your arms will be too fat to haul food into your mouth, speaking expends enough energy to leave you breathless and so your main method of getting my attention is wiggling your fingers as hard as you can, eventually managing to hit the button beneath your lard-filled hand that lets me know you're ready for feeding. Your fingers are so submerged in fat that moving them requires some effort, but when I see those pork sausages moving I know it's time to climb on top of you and fill you with thousands of calories. It can take hours to finally fill you, after which you're nearly dead from exhaustion from all the chewing, a challenging task as your various chins and boob fat has to be forced out of the way with each bite. Once you're finally full, stuffed with enough junk food to comfortably feed several families, you drift away into a hazy food coma. I have to push away the fat of your cheeks to fit on your oxygen mask so you aren't suffocated under your mattress of a body, but that's the price you pay for pure, unadulterated hedonism. You're only asleep for an hour or two at most however. That's when the hunger kicks in, the roaring sensation that kicks you back into life, and by that I mean you moan and wiggle your fingers in a desperate plea for another gorging session. Together we'll accept that our relationship is like no other; everything exhausts you, so we talk and communicate through food and warm smiles. Sex is a thing of the past, hell 30 seconds of it could kill you from the exertion, so instead it's replaced with feeding. Everything a normal couple would do is replaced with food and comfort, and that's okay for us. Don't think about anything else piggy, just eat.