bimbunny

When I first started stuffing all it took was eating a singl..

Added 2021-11-08 22:20:33 +0000 UTC

When I first started stuffing all it took was eating a single meal for me to feel full. The first time I tried to stuff myself it was with a sandwich and some fruit. Now look at me. My body is covered in stretch marks and rolls. My love handles spill over my clothing and my once sharp jawline has been replaced with a soft double chin that is even more pronounced when I'm stuffing my face. A year ago I had abs, my hips bones and ribs showed no matter what position I was in. My chest was completely flat and my waist had room in everything I wore. Now my chest is heavy and sits atop a round double belly, the bottom of it hanging over a puffy and pronounced fupa squeezed between my jiggly thighs. My hips are covered in pink and purple stretch marks, and so is the rest of me. My thighs, my ass, my belly, even my arms. Not a single part of me has remained small. Why would it? Most days I eat more than twice the calories an average person has in a day. When my feeder is feeling particularly sadistic I end up eating enough calories to feed a family. I could have been one of those feedees that stuff only occasionally, I could have tried to work out to offset the thousands of calories my feeder fills me with, I could have said no any of the countless times he wanted to fill me with gainer shakes. But I didn't. Instead I gave in, surpassing both our expectations. I packed on over 100 pounds of pure softness. He says this is the thinnest I'll ever be. Sometimes I think about losing a few when I bust a seam or can't find pants that fit. I think about working out and dieting and getting "in shape". But every night he fills me so full I can barely breathe, my gut extending so far in front of me I can't see past it. Every night he tells me how good I am while I eat. Every night he conditions me to get pleasure from being heavy and gluttonous and obedient. In those moments where my brain is hazy from being high and stuffed and having my tight belly rubbed and jiggled, I know he's right. This is the smallest I'll ever be.