Hear me out, when a belly gets squished by a table or desk, top tier because, what do you mean your belly is so fat that you can't fit in a booth? You can't get closer to your keyboard because your belly is in the way? No way you have gotten that fat, most people would have stopped gaining pounds ago, but your appetite and gluttony are just unstoppable (pls keep going)
i'm moreso a contrast enjoyer than mutual gaining enthusiast but i love when feedees eating habits rub off on their feeders and they can't help but soften up a bit, it's so fun being a bad influence
"I'm starving". No, you're not. You are addicted. Your re-wired brain is tricking you into getting your next quick fix of fattening foods. Minutes after the last snack. You have packed on so much weight, you could live on tap water alone for three months straight - and still be a class III obesity case.
You're not hungry. You're greedy. You are not enjoying your food. You are mindlessly shoveling. But you know what? I won't do anything about it. And you can't.
It's your feeder's little comments that do you in.
"Getting snug?" they ask, tracing the red mark that your pants made over your underbelly and love handle. You look down and blush. You didn't realize the hem was digging in quite so much.
"Out of breath already?" they say, raising their eyebrows as you stop to catch your breath at the corner of the street. The restaurant was supposed to be just 5 minutes away. You want to protest - your feeder is walking so damn fast! Or, is it just the normal pace...?
"Wait, you finished the leftovers already?" your feeder says and you feel your cheeks growing hot as you wipe your face. "Developing quite an appetite, I see..."
"Try to squeeze in, okay?" they say when you enter a narrow corridor. A shiver runs down your spine; there is no way you're that big yet. But your feeder sure treats you like you are.
"I'm not sure there is an elevator in that building, so I don't think it's for you," they remark during a group outing, stating the obvious. What gets you most about this is that nobody else seems stricken by this remark. Nobody in their right mind would expect you to take the stairs.
"Wait, you outgrew them already?" That's when your pants finally stop buttoning. You wore them for quite a while, after all. 3 months...
Poking and prodding your ego, constantly remarking about your growing weight, pinching newly developed side rolls... Your feeder loves to tease you.