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PART 1 - “EMERGENCY COOKIES” I’m a skinny man. I watch what I eat. Seems like I’m watching what you eat too. Silly me, I over order for myself when we go out for dates. Sitting at a nice restaurant I picked out. You in a dress I picked out and me in a fine fitted suit. Your dress must have shrunk in the wash? What? The tag was still one when i picked it out? Surely, you must be mistaken. Figments of your imagination. You were this size last month. I order for you and myself. Large portions for you and same portions for myself. I have no intention finishing my food. I eat like a bird, How else am I to stay this skinny? You, my dear, are responsible for finishing your plate...and mine. You haven’t noticed that when i make our meals at home, your portions have slowly increased in size. My eyes are always bigger than my stomach. Your stomach, however, is ever growing. You hardly notice the changes creep up on you. Happy to not get up again for more food, you greedily finish my food off for me. But tonight at this fancy restaurant, you’re gonna pig out because I said so. Two appetizers. Two large plates. Two desserts. All with wine to help wash it all down. Your dress tears as I lead you, a waddling blob, across the restaurant towards the door. The seams gave up on life as you stuffed your ever large face with more nourishment. The remaining fragments of your dress fall to the floor. Your face blushes. My pants tighten. Most restaurant patrons look away in embarrassment. But not all the patrons... Few stare in amazement. Like a reflex, i pull emergency cookies out of my pockets and feed it to your face. You eat with from my hand obediently. We leave the dress behind. Valet pulls the car up. As they exit the car, their jaws hit the floor. guess they never seen a feedee as lovely as you. I pull out more snacks from the glove compartment. There is never a minute where your mouth doesn’t have a snack in it. Still, you believe you’re still your original smaller size. Surely this was just bloating. Sure, dear. think that as i take you home for your second dinner. Silly me, I didn’t finish plate. Guess I wasn’t hungry after all. I don’t have much of an appetite for food but i do have an appetite for you. You’ll be my dessert after I stuff you to the brim. Open Wide. Delicious.

Chesty La Reux felt a spark of electricity as soon as she pushed through the velvet curtain and stepped into the club. The music pulsed with a slow, sultry beat and the air smelled of sweat and cigarettes. She was a voluptuous, curvaceous woman, with long pink hair and a tight corset that outlined her ample curves. With a satisfied smirk, Chesty surveyed the room. Men gawked at her from behind every corner, most of them drooling and desperately trying to hide it. A few of them were bold enough to approach her, but she could easily see through their attempts at seduction and charm. Chesty was too smart for that. She had come here for something else entirely. Chesty loved the attention she was receiving, but she was here for something more than admiration. She was here to explore a new kind of pleasure - public feedism. She had heard whispers of it, whispers of a place where women could indulge their appetite, in a way that was accepted and even celebrated. She wanted to feel that kind of freedom, to be surrounded by people who could appreciate her body and her desires. Chesty moved through the crowd, keeping her eyes open for potential admirers. She saw a few people who caught her eye, but she continued her search. Eventually, she noticed a tall, muscular man in the corner, watching her intently. He had a devious smirk on his face, and she liked the look in his eyes. She moved closer to him and made eye contact, and he smiled. He gestured for her to take a seat next to him, so Chesty gladly obliged. He introduced himself as Daniel, and they began to talk. He had heard about her through a friend, and he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her better. The conversation seemed effortless for the two of them, and Chesty felt herself relax as she felt Daniel's gaze wander over her body. He seemed captivated by her curves and her size, and the more she talked the more he touched, exploring her body with his eyes. Finally, after a few more minutes of conversation, Daniel leaned in and whispered something in Chesty's ear that made her blush. He offered to help her with her quest, to provide her with all the nourishment she could possibly need. Chesty accepted eagerly, and with a satisfied smile, Daniel said he would meet her in a few days. Chesty was ecstatic. She had taken the first step toward fulfilling her fantasies, and she couldn't wait to see what was next. She thanked Daniel for his kindness and waved goodbye, then she headed out into the night with a smile on her face. Chesty was no longer afraid of exploring her desires, she was ready to embrace them. She had taken the first step, and there was no turning back now. A few days later, the two of them met back, at the same club. An intimate gathering of men this time, with two seats on stage. One for her, and one for her mystery companion from the other night. Beside the chairs, a buffet cart. Stuffed with all of the richest food you could imagine. She took her place, allowing her wrists to be tied behind her back, and accepting the ornate bland mask being placed over her eyes. Soon, she heard her new gentleman friend join her on stage. She felt his hot breath as he leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Are you ready?” “Yes.” Chesty moaned excitedly. Only moments later she felt the texture of a cool, wet strawberry touch her lips. She opened wide, and he shoved it into her waiting mouth. Chesty bit off the majority of the strawberry, the juice running down her chin, throat, and into her ample cleavage. This was just the beginning. More food followed. Chesty hungrily ate everything he brought to her mouth. She could hear the men and women around her hollering and applauding over the loud music serenading her stuffing session. She was in ecstasy. She felt waves of pleasure rolling through her body as she indulged in the decadent food. Ribs, a paste she didnt recognize, but was exquisite… Chocolate, honey, cream. After what felt like an eternity, the music stopped and Chesty felt her bonds loosen. She turned to face Daniel, still wearing her mask and with a satisfied smirk on her lips. She had done it. She had explored public feedism and loved every second of it. For months, feeding had been her secret pleasure, now it was her public indulgence. She walked proudly, knowing she had taken a huge step in her journey. From that point forward, she would not be defined by what society said she should be. She was Chesty La Reux, and there was nobody she could not be. Chesty was finally free. She took one last look around at all the faces of people who had accepted her for who she was. Before she left, she felt a wave of joy and a newfound strength wash over her. She thanked Daniel once again for his help and began to walk out of the club. She smiled, content. She knew, she had come to the right place.

Hello Curvage! I'm Selene ❤️ I hope this can be a place where we can get to know each other. I've always been obsessed with fat and feedism. My earliest sexual memories are of a fascination with big bellies, fat, and caregiving. I was a "skinny thicc" feeder until recently: <--- Skinny me Fat me ---> All that feeding and my own gluttony caught up with me as I packed on the pounds and became fixated on my own growing body and the wonderful sensation of fullness 🥰. Now I've gained over 100lbs and I'm not sure if I could stop if I wanted to 😅🐷 My brand of feedism (whether I'm playing feeder or feedee) is deeply rooted in sado/masochism. I'm so excited by the idea of pushing my limits and eating until my belly is tight, globular and aching 💘 Of course, I'm here for the simple, daily joys of fatness too. I adore my soft, fleshy body and its hard to keep from jiggling my belly and squeezing my hips ALL OF THE TIME. I hope you enjoy the content I create, Curvage. I want to share my passion with you! I made my first two videos cheap so that you can get to know me. Please check them out and let me know what you think. There is LOTS more to come 🥰🐷

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