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You visit my place, a young feedee who wants to grow. I begin giving you large wonderful dinners, rubbing your stomach, treating you like a princess, pampering you. You spend most of your time sitting on the couch eating the meals I’ve prepared and relaxing. Your clothes begin to get tight as you realize your thighs start to slap together more and more. Eventually your largest pair of clothes rip and you’re left in a tiny bra that barely holds back your growing breasts and a thong that used to be a pair of panties. As you grow from then on you have trouble picking up your fork to eat or reaching around your stomach, having to spread your legs wider to make room for your ever increasing tummy. You keep growing bigger and rounder, until you have to waddle to get around. When you sit you need two chairs and you have to lean back and spread your legs to make room. Your belly’s so big you can’t reach around it so you need someone to feed you. All you can do is rub your breasts and the top part of your belly, but they’re getting so big even that’s getting hard. Soon your arms just flop to your side, useless to do anything in front of you. They stick out because your stomach’s so big and round and your waist is so wide they push them up. They almost seem to shrink in length as you grow bigger. Then you try to get through the front door and find you’re too wide. You try from the side but you’re just too big- you’re stuck in your house. All this movement made you exhausted so you waddle back to bed- your thighs are so big your legs are spread far apart, so walking has become more like flopping on one leg and then on the other like a penguin- and ask me to feed you from there. You try to resist as I force more food into your mouth but your tiny useless arms can barely reach over your belly, so you helplessly flail about as I fatten you up. In the morning you try to get up only to realize it’s a struggle to even sit up. Your bloated mound of a stomach covers half your view and most of the bed, so you give up and beg me to feed you breakfast, thinking you’ll try again after a quick nap. And you fail to get up again, and need one more feeding session and nap….and again…and again…soon you don’t even bother trying. You’ve given up trying to move your fat, stubby arms and your legs are covered entirely by your girth. You smile and relax as I feed you your breakfast, lunch, and dinner, waiting for the day when even chewing becomes a chore for you….
If you' re interested in more or would like to RP..feel free to PM me
I'm semi-literate to literate, but I mostly mirror what my RP partner posts (:
You visit my place, a young feedee who wants to grow. I begin giving you large wonderful dinners, rubbing your stomach, treating you like a princess, pampering you. You spend most of your time sitting on the couch eating the meals I’ve prepared and relaxing. Your clothes begin to get tight as you realize your thighs start to slap together more and more. Eventually your largest pair of clothes rip and you’re left in a tiny bra that barely holds back your growing breasts and a thong that used to be a pair of panties. As you grow from then on you have trouble picking up your fork to eat or reaching around your stomach, having to spread your legs wider to make room for your ever increasing tummy. You keep growing bigger and rounder, until you have to waddle to get around. When you sit you need two chairs and you have to lean back and spread your legs to make room. Your belly’s so big you can’t reach around it so you need someone to feed you. All you can do is rub your breasts and the top part of your belly, but they’re getting so big even that’s getting hard. Soon your arms just flop to your side, useless to do anything in front of you. They stick out because your stomach’s so big and round and your waist is so wide they push them up. They almost seem to shrink in length as you grow bigger. Then you try to get through the front door and find you’re too wide. You try from the side but you’re just too big- you’re stuck in your house. All this movement made you exhausted so you waddle back to bed- your thighs are so big your legs are spread far apart, so walking has become more like flopping on one leg and then on the other like a penguin- and ask me to feed you from there. You try to resist as I force more food into your mouth but your tiny useless arms can barely reach over your belly, so you helplessly flail about as I fatten you up. In the morning you try to get up only to realize it’s a struggle to even sit up. Your bloated mound of a stomach covers half your view and most of the bed, so you give up and beg me to feed you breakfast, thinking you’ll try again after a quick nap. And you fail to get up again, and need one more feeding session and nap….and again…and again…soon you don’t even bother trying. You’ve given up trying to move your fat, stubby arms and your legs are covered entirely by your girth. You smile and relax as I feed you your breakfast, lunch, and dinner, waiting for the day when even chewing becomes a chore for you….
If you' re interested in more or would like to RP..feel free to PM me
I'm semi-literate to literate, but I mostly mirror what my RP partner posts (:
