Hi piggy!

ohhhh so that’s what happens when you stop working out and eating clean 😅

somebody should of warned me 🙄

1 year difference

What Tiana's feeder/boyfriend sees when she's struggling on all fours and stuck 😆

You have to feel at least a little guilty…

There’s no way you can look and eat the way you do and not be.

If not in the moments after you carry out the most sinful acts of gluttony, or even after you finish cumming yourself senseless because of how tight and sore your gut is, you have to feel guilty the morning after when you wake up and still have that feeling of slight fullness mixed with nausea… You know? Right before you gorge yourself again, cause you’ve convinced yourself that when you’re not filled to the brim and gasping for air, you’re not full.

When you’re in front of your family and they make little remarks out of love and concern, telling you how they go on walks, or how they’re trying this new diet they think you’d “like.” Isn’t it embarrassing?

The looks you get from them at holiday dinners don’t make your heart sink? That one distance relative who gets drunk and tells you how big you’ve gotten since the last time they saw you, but they’re joking of course. And your aunt bragging about how your cousin lost so much weight since they’ve started going to the gym.

When your smaller friends continuously bitch about how fat they are, and you realize you’re double almost triple their size. When they say it, the others instantly reassure them. But when you say it, they all kind of go silent or coo and tell you you’re still beautiful.

Aren’t you ashamed when you run out of breath laboring your weight back to your bed with bags of food to pack your gut? I mean, you get winded from eating.

When you hear your jeans creaking while you sit. When you keep tugging the bottom of your shirt in public, trying to keep it down. When you avoid the gaze of strangers, cause there’s something inside of yourself letting you know they’re staring and judging. When you rip and pop buttons on clothes that fit less than a year ago.

And the amount of money you spend on food is disgraceful. You could’ve used that money on so many things… bills, nutritious groceries, a vacation, a gym membership. Hell, by now you could’ve built a home gym with how much you’ve spend on your gut.

Any normal person would be disgusted with themselves. But you’ve cummed yourself into submission to your mound, right? And I can bet you’re eating or touching yourself right now.

We were in the shower. My cock was pressing into your large cushioned ass. Arms around you. One of my hands was holding onto your plump fupa. Your belly resting on my forearm. Middle finger slipping between your soft thighs slowly teasing your lips. Eventually I made my way between those fat lips and into that soft wet warmth.

The moment I found your clit your knees buckled. Your arm shot up to grab the window sill to find some stability and my free hand gripped where it had been exploring. This time it was that ample soft roll of your under belly right where it creased and turned into fupa. In that place where a few secret stretch marks hid. It was the perfect place to grip. More than enought soft fat to fill my hand and sink my fingers into.

You felt so big: filling up the circumference of my arms as they wrapped around you. You felt so fat: every part of you jiggling up again me and in my hands as you edged towards climax. And you felt so helpless: all of your soft voluminous weight supported by my grip on the softest, heaviest part of you.

It didn't take much to make you cum. A couple "good girls" some entreaties for you to cum "for me." And with that your knees finally and fully gave out with one last long convulsion. You aren't light and you're quite the load to carry. It took all my strength to keep you up right and all the while that gut bounced and jiggled in my tight grip. I didn't want to let go. It felt too good.

There was already a little double chin so you never noticed when it swallowed your jawline.

Your arms were never toned so the softness wasn't much of a change.

There was never a thigh gap so the extra rub never registered.

And who's going to complain about a little extra in the tits and ass?

You always had a sweet tooth, so you didn't complain when I brought you ice cream and other treats.

Working out was never really your thing, so cancelling the gym membership just made sense.

But the outgrown clothes started to pile up, and that gut was getting hard to ignore. Those little red marks were getting longer and more numerous too.

So maybe you did notice? Maybe you decided to ignore. Maybe you just didn't car?

Or maybe something entirely was going on. Maybe you were enjoying it and aware of how much I was too. That would certainly explain the increased portions. It would also explain how comfortable you were getting with unbottoning your pants after dessert. How shamelessly you would finish off a pizza or ask me to bring over Taco Bell.

I don't need stuffings and I don't want weight gain shakes.

I need a girl who gets donuts when she wants them. Who isn't afraid to ask for ice cream after dinner. Who eats the whole burrito when it tastes good. Who cleans her plate and asks for more. Who talks about food the way she talks about sex.

Obviously anyone who truly enjoys food is going to over eat every once in a while. And anyone who loves sweets is going to soften up. There's going to be a belly. There's going to be a round face. There's going to be fat. That's just what happens when you don't care about the consequences of your indulgence. The collateral of hedonism.

The changes will happen slowly. Almost inperceptibly if you're not paying attention. The softness will gradually accumulate until you look back on a picture from a month or two ago and notice how that double chin has grown around the jawline. A picture from a year ago and there wasn't a belly. I'll know what happened. I'll know how much you enjoyed everything that went into it. I'll know how much you and I are still enjoying it now.

That's what I want.

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