I wanna make you so bloated and drunk that you couldn’t stop me from feeding you if you tried. You would be struggling underneath your full sloshy gut and letting out involuntary wet belches, dizzy from the room spinning. You would see me bring even more food over to you. I would start bringing it up to your lips. You would try to protest, but your words slur together so much that I just can’t understand you. So I ignore you, shushing you and telling you it’ll all be okay as I shove more greasy food into your mouth. When I continue, you try to reach out and push my arm away, but you’re so wasted that you weakly miss my arm entirely. I chuckle at your failed attempt to stop me. So hazy and uncoordinated.
I feel so huge rn 😩 my favorite Mexican place is a few hours away, I stop in every time I drive through the area.. and I got a little carried away this time.. 😭 I lost count of the tacos, and ate an entire plate of rice and multiple baskets of chips and salsas… they have so many delicious ones to choose from, and buffet style, who could even resist? If I keep eating like this I’m going to have a beach belly instead of a beach body for my vacation 😅🙊🫢
Did I ever think I'd get fat enough that an 8 piece bucket isn't even enough for me anymore? No. Does it make me want to keep pushing myself for more? Absolutely 🤤🤤🤤
Ugh how did I lose control again.. my belly was extremely swollen already and yet I started forcing down thousands of calories worth of ice cream inside my gut 🥵
My belly hang just keeps growing and hangs lower while my stretchmarks show off just how greedy I've gotten.. and it just makes me want more 🐷
Come watch me pig out on 7K calories worth of McDonald's on of 🫃🏻
Nothing satisfies me more as a feeder who’s been a part of this community nearly as long as it’s presence on the interwebs than to have someone message me and tell me my old videos from back in the day have encouraged them to embrace their feedee lifestyle. ❤️ to give in to their heart’s pleasures and desires… I’ve had a few people today send me something along the same lines and it makes my heart smile… 😈
Yeah, hitting your goal weight is cool and all, but what about blowing past it because you’re addicted to the feeling of growing bigger and hungrier and fatter and heavier?
2 box combos from canes later and I was feeling it 🤤🥵 had to see how fast I could chug the second large soda tho of course. Got a bit distracted in the middle just from being so full, but we push through! I am packed so tight rn 😋
How I’d love to have someone tied up and bloated like this… gasping for air, gut achingly full as it tries desperately to make room for the next round… sounds like a fantastic evening 😈🥰🥵
You hadn't quite meant for the night to end this way, but you did nothing to stop it either.
You were invited to a friend's house for movies, food, and weed. You stocked up on snacks and your favourite strain and headed over, hoping you had enough food. You'd been smoking a lot more, and the munchies were what was making all your clothes tight.
Your friend was already stoned when you arrived, so you huff down a blunt as fast as possible. As soon as the dumb comedy movie goes on, you break open your snacks.
You don't stop eating the entire movie, alternating between salty and sweet, and of course copious amounts of soda. By the end of it you've eaten 2 family bags of chips, a sharable bag of candy, a whole package of cookies, and nearly 2 litres of soda. You look rounded out, and can feel the tautness in your gut, but the munchies cling tight.
Your friend wants another blunt and a food order before the next movie. You probably should have put in the order before smoking up, but you scroll through the app adding whatever your stoned little heart desires, which is a lot.
Now you're so high you feel like your floating, and the weed has convinced you the pain in your gut is extreme hunger, and not from being crammed full of junk food.
Your friend is just as afflicted, and has gotten each of you another bag of chips. You finish the 2L and hope the delivery shows up soon; dry mouth is a killer.
You're 15 minutes into the next movie when the food arrives. You both shuffle to the door, knowing one person can't carry everything.
The spread on the coffee table is a feast for hogs. Double dash has enabled your thc-fueled desires, so food from the chain pizza place and from McDonald's blanket the coffee table. Large cheese pizza, garlic breadsticks, wings, dessert pizza, fries from both locations, burgers, nuggets, milkshakes, pies, soda. Your stomach gurgles as you lean forward to dig in.
The next hour and 30 minutes are a haze of gorging. By the end of the movie, both of you have undone your pants and your guts are hanging out of your shirts. There's still food left, but leaning forward is far too much movement for your overtaxed middle.
You feel heavy. Heavy from the blanket of the high, and absolutely massive from the thousands of calories you just scarfed down. Your belly groans, and you can't stop burping. You rub your belly, moaning a little, the sensation of high belly rubs over a stuffed gut sending you to euphoric bliss.
As the credits roll, your friend manages to heave themself to their feet, a string of belches getting dislodged in the process. They hand you yet another blunt and waddle off to the bathroom. Too stoned to think about it, you light up and puff away, melting into the couch, becoming dumb, happy, and oh so suggestable.
You're just about done the roach when your buddy comes back. They move the food onto the couch beside you, and you feel like you could eat again, despite the fact you're struggling to breathe around your belly.
They put on another stupid movie and pull you to lean against them. You do so happily, their warmth lulling you to a comfortable bliss.
They start rubbing your gut, making you burp. Soon they're holding the leftover breadsticks to your mouth, and you're mindlessly chewing away. You're so far gone you can't register what's happening. The food never stops coming, and you never turn away, not even when it feels like you have to fight to swallow and keep it down.
By the end of the 3rd movie, you're listless. All you can do is moan and burp, your ability to talk zapped by weed and food coma. Your usually flabby gut is a rock solid dome with a good layer of pudge. You couldn't move if your life depended on it.
Your friend rubs your belly, working out the gas bubbles and lulling you to sleep. They prop you up just a little and pull a blanket over you.
As you drift off, gut gurgling up a storm, you think about how fun it'll be to do this all again next week, this time at your place.