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Feeling super intimidated by all the gorgeous gainers, feedees and fat women out there! Especially the cute, fat blonde in workout clothes at my local Walmart… 😶 Any encouragement, teasing or advice for this piggy? 🐽☺️

DECISIONS> Your dick in HIM> Or that dick in YOU>

my gut is so jiggly 😍 i love how it feels

Goddness shar

never afraid to show my beautiful marks✨❣️

No joke

I felt my huge stomach jiggle as the car pulled to a stop. I looked up from the bag of chips I was eating to see that we’d pulled up to my favorite place – the buffet a few blocks away from our house.

He got out of the car and came around and opened the door for me. I slowly shifted my weight and got out of the car, with him supporting me as needed. I really hated getting up and walking, but the food here was so good, I was willing to make the effort, knowing just how many calories were waiting for me inside.

Once I finished shuffling inside, we went to our usual table, a reinforced booth seat that pulled back far away from the table. The waiter handed me my first glass of soda as I sat down, panting and sweaty. My feeder got to work putting together plates for me, and soon had the first course set down on the table.

As soon as I saw the food in front of me, my heart started racing and I immediately dug in, wet and hungry and horny and desperate. The food was so good, I needed to eat it all. I’d lost what little self control I had a long time ago, and I couldn’t help but keep eating.

I’m not sure how much time passed, but eventually I started to reach my capacity and slow down. I was halfway through a plate piled high with chicken drumsticks before my arms fell to my sides, exhausted. I could barely breathe, and I knew I was completely full.

He rubbed my stomach gently. Only now did I notice that once again I was receiving some very shocked looks from the other people in the restaurant. I blushed. It had happened several times before, but it was always so embarrassing every time other people saw what a pig I truly was.

“Come on, it’s alright. There’s just a little more left,” he said softly, holding another drumstick to my mouth. I opened and began to eat. After several more minutes of coaxing, I finished the last one. I felt like I was about to burst, and some of the buttons on my clothes already had.

“All done?” he asked, patting the part of my stomach he could reach. “Time to go home?”

I nodded, sweat dripping down my face. This was by far the most difficult part of the trip.

I very slowly shuffled to the edge of the booth, taking a few breaks along the way. Once I reached the edge, he helped pull me into a standing position. I was swaying so much I thought I would fall back down, but he helped me catch my balance and I started waddling to the exit.

I felt like I was going to collapse once I finally got back in the car. I’d only barely managed to make it, but as he buckled me in, he asked, “Do you want to come back tomorrow and eat some more?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding as fast as my chins would let me. “Please…”

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