NERDS
I swear I thought of this like two seconds after posting the last set and for some god-awful reason felt compelled to make a comic of it
boys, and their ………
………sof tummies
There is something so incredibly special about being a feedee. I love feeling stuffed and eating ridiculous amounts of food by myself. I love seeing the numbers on the scale ticking over and the sense of accomplishment when I reach a new milestone.
But the most special, the most amazing part is gaining for someone. I love hearing about how much a feeder of FFA is enjoying my growth. I love being gently teased as my ever-increasing weight strains my ever-shrinking clothes. I want my enormousness to be cause for some cute giggling and poking and prodding. I want to be hugged and squeezed. I just want to be someone’s big cuddly teddy bear.
it’s 3am and I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to be stuffed with a financially irresponsible amount of food and be touched and squeezed in various naughty and tender places
soft-tummies-are-cute-tummies:
all i rly want is to sit in a fat boy’s lap, loosen his belt and rub his tummy
there’s really just something about a boy overcome with pleasure from feeling himself grow
Had a hard day or not feeling too good?
Sit in my lap and let me feed you dinner while kissing your cheek and softly playing with your tummy and tell you I’m here, and tell you I’m proud of you
I find when someone is actively trying
to make you fat 24/7 is hot AF. From ordering extra food you like
knowing you can’t resist eating it all becuase you have no will power
then saying something like gettting dessert and I’m somehow I end up
getting manipulated into eating your dessert on top of the the 2
differnt one’s you said I had to try because they were so good. To
coming home to a table full of cakes,weight gain
milkshakes,pies,cookies,brownies,and ice cream and being pushed on to
the bed and being told “you’re not leaving until this table is clear”
non-suspicious 