I used to do a lot of this under and old account but have since become too busy.
But always happy to write a story if someone has any requests
Ive said this quite a bit but it really is absolutely tragic how there is basically no sapphic wlw content in the feedism space, like at all. Men, don't take this personally, but this place is way too dominated by men and men's wants and needs. Im about to see about making some stuff just because I'm tired of not finding anything myself lmao
I don't just want to make you fatter, I want to turn you into a completely brainless prized pig. I want you dumb and drooling at the mouth each time I bring you food. I want you so obsessed with eating that you can't even function without a full belly. All you should be thinking about is your next meal, your next funneling session... No thoughts, no worries, no ambitions... Only dreams of a thicker waistline, and a bigger appetite.
Of course your not going to regularly workout, we can’t have that.
But once every few months I think it would be very educational to have you squeeze into your old gym clothes and go to one of the classes you went to when you were fit.
To have you come face to face with all your old ‘gym friends’ and see them look at you with pity, or better yet, not recognise you at all till you tell them.
Then you can try to do the class, sweaty and unable to keep up, shirt shading up over your belly.
But don’t worry, we’ll be sure to hit every drive thru on the way home, to make sure that workout doesn’t do any damage.
Then see how much bigger you are in three months when it’s time for your next workout.
See how long until you can’t fit those gym clothes at all. Till they rip.
Mommy loves a man who is willing to keep on getting me pregnant and is willing to fuck me! 😈💦🤰 Do you think you qualify? 😉 Must get bigger and keep getting preggo! 🤭
The thing is, i don’t want you having friends who are going to be a bad influence on you. So if you want to keep those skinny girls around we are really going to have to work together to fatten them up.
Oh not as much as you my dear, don’t worry, but we can’t have you spending time with people who won’t support your lifestyle.
My favourite thing is people who are unsure about gaining.
People who are ‘just trying it out’ and watching them become more and more addicted to it.
There’s nothing more satisfying than stopping feeding between donuts, to shyly say.
‘I thought you didn’t want to get fat?’
When they have been over 260 for months and this is their 7th donut. Making them beg for he next one. Making them admit they like it, that they want to get bigger.
It started simple. You wanted to give up control, to lose yourself.
At first that seemed innocent enough.
Giving over little controls.
What you eat.
How you dress.
If you workout.
When you cum.
How you fuck, who you fuck.
Quicker than you expected, who you was changed.
It wasn’t just that your actions were dictated by someone else. That you never knew if your day would be filled with gorging yourself on the couch or being shared around by a slew of people. Dripping with the fluids and left a puddle on the floor.
It was that the few times you were given any kind of choice, any autonomy. You didn’t know what to do. You could no longer process anything but a command.