Search the Community

Hi Curvage! I'm Bea. I love to eat until I can barely move and post cute photos of myself. I didn't know there were people who liked women with my body type - I was always told I was too fat and never felt good enough. But now I know there's a whole community of people who love large bodies! So I just want to say thank you. And let you know that I'll be posting even more content soon 😊 xoxo Bea

I didn't realize there was an intro page thingy. Hello! I'd like to start posting different content on here soon. I accidentally got into stuffing thanks to my my feeder/boyfriend and my long stifled gluttony. Hello all!

Hello! New to the site and wanted to say hi and share some pics of my late night snack! Always have been into foods and eating but was mostly thin because 6'1. I was made to feel self conscious about all the food I ate and it wasn't until I met my current feeder/boyfriend that I felt comfortable enough to freely stuff my face. Curvy girls with big appetites is definitely my now feeders type and he slowly introduced me to stuffing (mostly playing on my hidden gluttony), and giving me what must have been my first belly rub on a full stomach as an adult. It felt amazing and frankly that's when I started to get hooked on the feeling of a full belly. I started at around 175lbs and quickly got up to 200lbs where I stayed for a while. 2020, an eager gut, and an enthusiastic feeder helped me to reach my peak weight to date at about 235lbs. I was a bit hesitant at first but ballooned before I knew it. I really enjoyed being super round and having a soft body. My belly also became extremely sensitive and fun to play with! Unfortunately I caught the rona a few months back and dropped 30 lbs I'm on a mission to gain again and see how big I can get. I love having a stuffed belly and the idea that all of the tasty treats will go straight to my butt makes me never want to stop eating! It kind of started out as a joke with my bf, and I convinced myself I'd slow down after dropping some weight, but after my first mentos and coke bloat a few weeks ago I'm hooked on stuffing and gaining and decided to check out this cool community! I'll probably post more stuff later but also I'm kinda shy xP Black and white pic is about where I started when I met my feeder I was probably a bit heavier than that. It's hard to find old pics! Hello Curvage!

hi I'm Kate I'm here for the first time I will be very happy to find people of interest

BBW, Weight Switching, Weight Gain, Weight Loss, Stuffing. Mel, a prideful athlete and dominant lover, makes a compromise to switch weights with Liz, her fat girlfriend. However, as Mel begins to gain weight, and Liz begins to lose it, they discover that size isn’t the only thing changing in their relationship. Pound for Pound By polarisdreamer Part 1 “You promised you’d stop eating that junk and start going to the gym with me!” Mel complained, as she stared, in disbelief, at her soft girlfriend, and judgmentally added, “Are you serious, Elisabeth?!” It was never a good sign when Mel called Liz by her full name. “I never specified when I would start going to the gym with you. I fully intend to keep my promise… but… not today. You just need to be more patient, Melanie.” Liz replied with her typical snarky attitude, as she spread her cushion of a rear end upon their apartment’s fluffy loveseat and tenderly cradled her bag of fast food from McDonalds. Crossing her toned arms and letting out a big sigh, Mel grunted, “It’s always semantics with you!” “What’s the point of boxing anyway?” Liz complained thinking lowly of her lover’s favorite sport, “All you do is sweat, gag, and get punched in the face.” “Here we go again.” Mel shrugged wishing that for once her overweight girlfriend would get off her lazy butt and join her in an active activity that she loved, “The next time I want you to do something, I should draft a freaking contract and make you sign it.” Taking her short lover’s words as a threat, Liz fired back, “Make me? I’d like to see you try small fry.” ‘Is that a challenge?’ Mel thought to herself in excitement. The athlete in her loved a challenge. Stepping forward and forcefully poking her girlfriend’s big squishy belly, Mel scoffed, “Oh please, this isn’t a pie-eating contest. Stay in your lane ya deep-fried couch potato!” The look on Liz’s face was one of stunned irritation. Past her rebellious exterior, she was quite sensitive about her excessive weight and her girlfriend just loved to tease her about it. Luckily in the five years since they had started dating, they’d developed a sophisticated method for settling their petty disputes. “That’s it!” Liz roared, while she threw her dinner to the side and tackled the sexy beast antagonizing her. The two lovers then engaged in a spontaneous wrestling match on the floor of their apartment’s living room. … When Mel had first met Liz, they’d been freshman in college. Back then, Liz was packing a lean 125lbs onto her 5’7 hourglass frame. Her short dark black hair, long legs, geeky fashion sense and alluring facial features ensured that she’d caught Mel’s eye. At the time, Mel was sporting closer to 140lbs on her 5’4 pear-shaped frame thanks to gaining the freshman 15. The dirty blonde blamed her weight gain on too many midnight cafeteria runs mixed with a newfound lack of exercise structure from not playing a sport like she had in high school. When they’d started dating, during their sophomore year, Mel had been the ‘fat’ one in the relationship, but then Liz’s mom passed away… The untimely event proved quite traumatic for Liz. Her grieving process lasted for nearly the next two and a half years. During which time, Liz overindulged with food to fill the painful void in her heart, while Mel had joined a local boxing gym for stress relief and for the athletic structure she craved. By the time they had graduated college, Liz was pushing the borders of obesity at 191 pounds and Mel had slimmed down to a fit and firm 124 pounds. Now, two years after they’d graduated and entered the workforce in their respective fields, Liz’s weight had inflated to 220lbs and Mel’s had shrunken to a lean and muscular 116lbs. … “Ow-ow!! *Pant!* I give! I give!” Liz huffed and puffed and begged for mercy, as Mel predicably emerged victorious from their brief wrestling contest. “Hmhmm,” Mel giggled, while keeping Liz pinned. Despite how annoying Liz’s perpetual stubbornness could get sometimes, she loved that spark of defiance. It made forcing her submission all the more satisfying. Though Mel was growing more aroused from her forceful victory, and was interested in moving things into the bedroom, she was intent on not surrendering her position straddled atop her mushy girlfriend until her lover agreed to take her health more seriously. So, Mel asked, “So, you’ll start going to the gym with me?” “Eventually.” Liz mumbled trying to catch her breath with a rebellious look in her eye. Knowing Liz, Mel knew that ‘eventually’ meant ‘never’ and that she’d always find some sort of loophole to get out of diet and exercise unless… “Liz, what’s it going to take to get you to commit to a diet and exercise regimen? Can we come to some sort of arrangement? I really want you to lose some weight, ya know?” “Oh, I know.” Liz purred grinning slightly, as she began to scheme, “I thought of something.” “Do tell.” Mel said, smiling with a slight insidious grin. It seemed like Liz was actually taking this seriously. Mel loved Liz unconditionally, faults included, but having the opportunity to take the sexy beast Liz had been freshman year to bed was still a fantasy that kept Mel up at night. Mel could hardly remember having sex with Liz when she’d still been so sexily skinny. With a small smile, Liz teased her fitter girlfriend, “You’re not going to like it.” Liz’s slight smile didn’t appear to Mel to be a pleasant one. It was more of an evil grin. The same kind of grin Mel had just displayed when imagining Liz getting back to her old college glory days freshman year. “Just tell me.” Mel demanded. She was out of patience. “Well,” Liz nearly giggled, “For every pound of weight I lose, you have to gain it.” “Excuse me?” Mel coughed. She couldn’t have heard properly. Liz had to be joking with her. “For every pound of weight I lose, you have to gain it.” Liz repeated with more gusto, “You’ll be in charge of my diet and exercise, and I’ll be in charge of yours until we both exchange places in the weight department, then I’ll help you lose it all.” “W-why?” Mel stuttered in disbelief. Blurting out the first thing that popped into her head, Liz uttered, “I just want you to see how good it feels to be plump.” “Bullsh*t.” Mel shook her head, sensing her girlfriend was fibbing. “What’s the big deal about putting on some extra weight?” Liz countered deciding to appeal to her girlfriend’s competitive nature, “You scared you won’t be able to lose it once you gain it?” “You’re at least 100 pounds heavier than me fatso! That’s a lot of weight!” Mel exclaimed, as she shook her lover’s doughy belly and watched it jiggle with a growing apprehension. On the one hand, the thought of having an obese body like her girlfriend horrified her, but on the other, getting Liz back to her sexy former glory was almost too tempting to resist. Could she sacrifice her own beauty for restoring Liz’s? Then again, she wouldn’t be sacrificing her trim body forever, she’d only be overweight for a short time, then she and Liz could be sexy and skinny together forever. “Alright! I give up! You could always just let me remain an inflated blimp…” Liz said, as a crooked smirk of victory appeared on her face. Hopefully now Mel would get off her case and stop annoying her about exercising. “Oh no you don’t!” Mel snarled unable to concede. She wouldn’t lose this opportunity to make Liz lose weight for good, “You’re on!” “You’re serious?” Liz muttered in disbelief. She never in her deepest imagination thought Mel would go for this. “Yeah! You and me! Pound for pound!” Mel declared with two forceful pokes to her girlfriend’s fat gut. Mel knew how to lose weight quickly. She’d done it before when she’d conquered the freshman 15. She would be in and out of this situation the same way. “You’re actually accepting the deal?” Liz asked for clarification, while she tried to imagine her super fit lover with an extra hundred pounds of fat on her. The excitement was causing Liz to breath harder; Mel could feel her girlfriend’s big stomach heaving up and down. Grinning, Mel teased, “Yeah, it’s gonna be weird for me not being the sexy one in the relationship anymore, but it will be worth it to have my hot girlfriend back.” “Hey! I’m still sexy! I’m still hot!” Liz frowned so deeply that her dimples and double chin were exaggerated a little more than normal. “Mmm, I know, I’m just teasing you. Now, how about we hop in bed for a little exercise?” Mel seductively proposed, as she released Liz from her hold and began massaging her blubbery breasts. “Now you’re speaking my language.”

Chapter 1: The life changing find"CAROLE!!!!!” Bellowed Melanie as she came storming into the small accounting office that Carole was working in. “What’s the problem, boss”? Carole asked while trying to put on an innocent face. “Don’t you give me the old sweet talk trick” Melanie snapped “My office NOW”. Carole rolled her eyes and sauntered out of the room behind Melanie with her hands stuffed into her pockets. She didn’t like working for Melanie because of her draconian way of running the business. Melanie had once fired someone for repeatedly failing to wash their hands. However accounting was the only job Carole was any good at and Mel’s market was the only one that paid well so she put up with it. Carole lumbered her way past the other workers' offices and just followed Melanie in silence like some naughty schoolgirl getting a lecture for not doing her homework. Melanie slammed the door after Carole entered her office and marched over to unlock her filing cupboard. Designed to hold 20 donuts, the tray held four. Melanie wheeled out a small TV connected to a video camera and put the tape on. It revealed footage of Carole taking half of the donuts out of the tray while everyone returned from lunch break. She'd made sure no one saw her, but forgot that Melanie's eyes and ears were all over this building.“WELL”? Melanie demanded, “What do you have to say for this”? Carole’s responded: “I love to eat and I’m trying to fulfil my dream of eating continuously.” As usual Melanie scoffed at this reason, this wasn’t the first time Carole had used it and she’d had enough of it. “This is the 3rd time this month I’ve had to pull you up for taking most lunch break supplies”. “I put up with the first 2 because of your excellent working skills but this just can’t go on, Carole, your fired”. Carole felt her heart break in two. “F-F-Fired?” She spluttered meekly“Yes you heard me, Your fired” Melanie boomed again. “Now get out before I physically kick you out” “Oh and by the way wanting to continuously eat isn’t a dream it’s just pure gluttony” “go and find a dream that’s actually worth something” Carole was on the brink of tears but there was nothing she could do now. She decided to make a low-key exit and save herself from doing something to Melanie that landed her in more serious trouble. Though happy she didn't have to work for that bossy cow, Melanie, anymore, Carole felt misunderstood. Nobody supported or respected her burning ambition to become an eating machine. This left her feeling isolated and depressed, sometimes. Every time she mentioned it to someone they'd reply with, "Who'd want to be an overweight blob?" Carole was thick skinned, though. That made it easier to combat these words and feelings. It fueled her ambition further to become an eating "blob.”Melanie’s decision to fire Carole that proved the tipping point. As she got into her car to leave the young woman shook back her light brown hair and said to herself “I’ll prove to all of you I’ll achieve my dream in one way or another” then she set off for home and at this point she was just desperate to get in and relax. Such was her desperation that on this particular night she took a shortcut onto a singular road instead of taking the usual motorway. She was halfway down this road to her home when she looked up and see what appeared to be a shooting star. Carole thought to herself “I wish there was someway that I could just eat all the time” As the thought passed through her mind she noticed that it wasn’t a star at all, it was actually a meteorite and not only that she also saw that it was heading into the area close to her car. The meteorite flew into the big forest of trees and crashed into the woods right next to the road Carole was on. Carole drove into the parking area at the woods entrance and investigated where it landed. Switching on her torch she waded her way through the thick mossy branches and patches of wet mud which got her hands and clothes quite muddy until at last she reached the crash site. The ground was venting smoke and the meteorite had appeared to burn up into a small rock crater, which was now a brownish red colour because of its fiery entrance. Carole was just about to touch it when suddenly it started cracking and then burst open into small pieces. Carole ducked behind a bigger rock to avoid any injuries.When she regained her courage, she poked her head out to see what remained, and she was amazed. Revealed on top of the only remaining piece of the meteorite was a small glowing blob of light green goo, which seemed to be a little sentient as it was moving around on its own slightly. Deciding she needed to act quickly before the police arrived, Carole scooped up the blob using a stick and stuffed it into her coat pocket before running back to her car where she placed it in her lunch container. She vacated the area, intrigued with her find and what it might do...Chapter 2: the big decisionAs Carole reached her apartment building and parked her car, the blob in the lunch container was the only thing on her mind. She made her way straight up to her apartment, not stopping for anyone or anything. Once inside, she locked the door and sealed the windows. Firstly, she composed herself by having a relaxing shower. She took the blob of goo into the bathroom with her just in case it ran amok and caused havoc in one of her other rooms while unsupervised. While she was showering Carole wondered if the wish she had made had influenced her discovery of this strange lump of goo in anyway. Once out of the shower she looked at the blob again and realised it was quite similar to the one she’d watched in a Simpson’s Halloween episode. Carole’s heart beat a little faster at this thought, and she was wondering if this goo could potentially do for her now what it had done to Homer there. Carole then put her Pajamas on, a plain red top with some white shorts and spent the next half an hour just studying the Blob’s behaviour. It hadn’t moved out of the container in that time but it was moving eagerly like it was trying to tell her something. Carole felt like it was trying to say “eat me”. The feeling was strong and she felt like they had food in common. Carole put on a pair of black rubber gloves to protect her and then she picked the blob up out of the container. “This may be my last chance to achieve my dream, here goes nothing” she said to herself. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and shoved the blob inside with both hands. Surprisingly it tasted just like a normal jelly, Carole was expecting it to taste so bad that she would be sick everywhere. She could bite it easily and savoured every second of the taste and then came the moment where she took a big gulp of faith and swallowed. And with that, the blob was now inside Carole’s body.Carole waited to see if her body would react in any way at all. 5 minutes passed after consumption, then 10 minutes, then 20 minutes. By the time half an hour passed, Carole felt a major sense of disappointment. “I went and got this blob out the woods for it to just taste like a normal jelly, I should have known it was only a fantasy” she said miserably. She was so miserable that she went into her bedroom and went straight to sleep, gutted that her chances of eating all the time were seemingly over.However, what Carole didn’t know was that this blob was a slow burner. It needed time to spread its way throughout Carole’s system and settle itself in. As midnight approached, it got to work. It merged into Carole’s stomach and started to alter her DNA before spreading itself around the stomach and softening the flesh. Once it was settled the blob worked on the rest of her body. When it was finished it had given Carole some new abilities including: A stomach made like Elastic/Rubber so she could eat and eat without feeling like she wanted to explode A jaw and neck that could stretch wide enough for her to fit a whole watermelon inside her mouth and swallow it wholeTeeth that were indestructible so she could bite on anything without suffering damage A mouth that could now suck up food from long distances A bouncy bottom to get to higher levels she couldn’t normally reach As the clock struck midnight, the blob was ready. It made Carole’s stomach rumble violently and her eyes shot open in a wide-eyed and hungry manner.Chapter 3: Carole 2.0Carole’s first thought to the noise in her stomach was “is it morning already”? But it was quickly replaced with “I’m absolutely starving”. She shot out of bed and made her way into the kitchen. She pulled up a chair towards her fridge as she was that hungry. Once settled, Carole proceeded to fill her face with the fridge’s content. All the yoghurts, grapes, jelly’s and sausage rolls were among those devoured in a matter of minutes and she didn’t stop until the fridge was completely empty. When she’d finished Carole let out a contented belch but just as she was about to go back to bed her stomach grumbled loudly again. “Still hungry?” She talked to it softly. With no food left in the fridge she reached into the top left cupboard where she kept all her biscuits, crisps and sweets and once again everything was eaten within 5 minutes. But Carole’s stomach demanded more and rumbled again. “Must eat and grow, and eat some more and keep getting bigger” she replied as if she was being controlled by something. And so the binge continued as Carole ate all the fruit in the fruit bowl and then she was tearing through her huge carton’s of ice cream from the freezer as well as all the smaller bars. After that she was opening no fewer than 8 tins of beans and piling them all up on one plate and she finished the whole thing in 3 minutes. It was a relentless speed she was going at but no matter how much she ate Carole’s hunger seemed to get more ravenous, not less as more and more food substance passed through her big red lips. Eventually she had devoured everything that didn’t need to be cooked, and that was the cue to take a minute. Carole massaged the monstrous blob of flesh that was now her stomach and got quite amused at how squishy it was and how much the sides tried to overhang on her legs. Eventually managing to stand up, Carole went to study her new appearance in the mirror and was amazed at what she saw. Her hair and eyes were the same,, but that was it for similarities. Her face had taken on a much rounder shape with a clearly defined double chin with her cheeks all puffed up and her lips now plump and full. Her hands and arms had swollen up and were a lot beefier than before, and her fingers were now as thick as sausages. The same things could be said for her legs, feet and toes while her butt which had previously been barely visible was now one giant bubble. But the biggest difference was Carole’s belly, which was basically now a massive round dome complete with 2 rolls of flab. Carole had been in some sort of trance throughout her spell of eating, but now her mind was thinking she suddenly had so many questions about her body because it didn’t feel the same. Why wasn’t her jaw aching from the relentless amount of food she’d eaten? Why did her stomach feel so stretchy and elastic and not like she wanted to pop? Carole’s mind soon forgot about all these questions though as her stomach let out a monstrous gurgling noise which she silenced by slapping her huge fingers on it. It was time to get back to business. With the remaining food needing to be cooked, Carole decided to start with food that just needed a simple microwave, so she reached into another top cupboard to gather all her packets of rice. As she touched the first packet however, it started to shake and rattle before it suddenly transformed into a readymade bowl. The blob had just given Carole another ability: anything that needed cooking just needed a single touch from Carole’s fingers and it’d be cooked in a flash. After the initial shock at this supernatural movement it suddenly dawned on Carole what was happening and who was doing this to her, no not who it was more like “what”. A huge smile spread across Carole’s round face as she realised “The blob wasn’t a dud after all, it s helping me realise my dream, this is amazing!!!”, “I’m becoming Carole 2.0” she whooped with joy.Carole soon discovered the other upgrades to her body that the blob had given her because of communication in her mind, and now she felt unstoppable. She quickly touched everything that needed cooking and before long she’d devoured all the pizza’s, chips, steak and noodles, among other things. From 125 pounds, Carole’s weight had doubled that size, and she was looking like the blob that she’d consumed. The bad news now though was that Carole was out of food and few places were open to get more, but her new ravenous hunger meant waiting was impossible. Luckily she’d bought a set of clothes specifically for a day like this and now was the time to use them. She squeezed into a black button down blouse and then her wide legged white trousers. She then tucked the blouse inside as she added a pair of red braces to keep the pants up. Finally, a pair of shiny back slip-on shoes and white blazer completed her new look. Carole wasn’t sure how long the clothes would last and she was quite amused at how her belly was already pushing against the braces, but for now it would do. Carole was now ready to go on the biggest eating binge of her life.Chapter 4: to the food courtDespite the increased ballast slowing her down, Carole had made it out of her apartment building with little problem. Helped further by the fact that because it was 2 in the morning, no one was up to see her. It was only when she got out that she discovered that as well as her weight, the blob had also made her gain height in this initial surge. She was now well into the 6 foot range and it wouldn’t be long before she got into the 7’s. All of this continued to fuel Carole’s happiness,, and she was going to savour every second of eating and transforming while she could.First though Carole needed to find a place where so much food was waiting and that’s when she remembered that there was a massive food court about 10 minutes away from where she lived. Now it was fused inside her, the blob could read what she was thinking and feeling so when it heard the words “food court” it needed no second invitation to make a charge. It made its host’s belly gurgle impatiently again and Carole replied almost robotically “Must find food court and consume everything” as if the blob had now become her new master which in a way it had as she was only listening to its noises and her own altered mind. Then Carole put her feet in motion and set off on her quest for food. She was more stomping rather than walking to the food court because her body had almost taken the shape of a bowling ball with limbs and she had her arms stretched out to keep balance and avoid toppling over. Also because her cheeks and lips were so full Carole felt that speech was impossible except for grunting noises but that was fine, she hadn’t consumed this blob to talk after all and it seemed to respond well to her thoughts. As she made her way further down the street, a bright light caught Carole’s eye. She realised it was a newsagent's shop that was still open and that contained all sorts of food. Carole decided to make a stop here before she ravaged the food court. Just about squeezing her monstrous girth through the tiny door, Carole saw that there was no one at the counter or indeed in the shop at all. She needed to strike now before she got caught, so she got to work. Tearing her way through the chocolate bars and sweets, Carole felt the same amount of pleasure and ecstasy as in her apartment, she genuinely couldn’t believe she was living her dream of becoming an eating machine. She remembered how her parents had always kept her on a strict diet to maintain “positive body image” and even when having a roast dinner, her proportions were always limited to a measly amount. Carole didn’t care about that now though, this was the real her and she loved it.Suddenly she was snapped out of her pleasure by coming face to face with an elderly woman who’d suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Carole was worried that the woman would go mental at her and when she raised her hand, she was fearing a beating. Instead though, the woman was raising her hand to open the lock on the counter’s door and went inside. Carole was puzzled, even more so that she also hadn’t noticed the pile of wrappers littering the floor. She didn’t want to know, so she tried to pop herself out of the door. As she was doing this, the buttons on her blazer all burst free at once and pinged around the shop. With a bit more effort Carole finally squeezed out of the door and quickly moved on her way, but she was baffled why the woman hadn’t seen her.The blob had worked its magic again. It knew that it needed to protect itself as well as its generous host from being seen as they were so it decided that anyone in Carole’s vicinity would have their perception temporarily altered so that they couldn’t see her or the damage caused until they’d gone. The mess could then be blamed elsewhere. Once they’d left the shop, the blob relayed this to Carole’s mind and it was like a pair of prison shackles had broken off for her. “I can eat destructively without being detected? That’s so cool” Carole thought. “Pinch me, is this really happening”?. She decided to discard her blazer into a nearby alley bin before continuing as it was getting a little tight. Just as she was about to get back onto the Main Street Carole suddenly felt a tingling throughout her body. The blob had just finished processing the food she’d eaten in the corner shop and turned it into fat which meant only one thing. Carole started expanding in size and girth again. Her height pushed into the top end of 7 foot and was pushing 8 foot. Her belly continued to grow bigger and was getting softer thanks to the gelatinous life form inside her. Suddenly her expanding feet bust out of her shoes like a knife through butter revealing her shiny red toenails. When the expansion stopped Carole looked at herself and felt less like a human and more like a waterbed because she was jiggling everywhere. She was big enough to walk on the road without taking damage from a car and she suspected it wouldn’t be the last change to her body either. Then she got back into the main road and easily reached the food court in less than 2 minutes. Once there she squeezed her monstrous weight through the doors and went inside. Chapter 5: the cake shopThis food court was unusual in that the corridors were always open, even though the food shops were closed. Carole lumbered through the dimly lit hallways, her belly jiggling with each stomp of her feet she took while it grumbled for more food. Carole loved coming to the food court on her days off, and the only issue she was facing was which place to ravage first. She could try the sweet shop and eat her favourite jellybean flavours, there was another shop that sold pizza bases allowing you to make your own and with her new abilities Carole could just touch it and it’d be ready. There was also a massive shop of cheese at the far end, and Carole was certainly looking forward to going there. The thought of stuffing entire cheese wheels down her wider stretching mouth was making her drool. Wherever she started, there was plenty of opportunity.Suddenly Carole caught a view of the most magical place she had seen in the building. It was a completely new shop that she’d never seen before. “This place must have opened only recently as I’ve not been here a while” Carole thought to herself. The shop was a big pink rectangle, and its title was simply called “Shake and Cake” and it contained some of the biggest and well designed cakes that Carole had ever seen. Her mind had been altered to make eating food the main priority, but this cake shop had melted her heart in delight so much it had now made eating food Carole’s ONLY priority. The blob had to work its magic to help Carole get inside, so it melted her down into a puddle of sludge and moved its way through the gap at the bottom of the entry door. Once inside, she regained her current physical form. Carole shivered and her whole body wobbled as she gazed around the cake shop. “I've died and gone to cake heaven”. ) Her feelings were so powerful that for the first time since consuming the blob, she went all in. “Time for me to show what you’ve given me master” Carole told the blob in her mind. She picked up a cake the size of a balloon and stretched her mouth as big as she could. Then she shoved the whole thing inside, chewing it with ease and swallowed it. Carole let out an excited laugh, and from there she was relentless. Whatever the size of the cake, she ate them at a frightening pace. Her face increasingly getting covered with sticky icing, crumbs and chocolate. The shop also had iced buns and muffins, which stood no resistance to Carole’s ravenous appetite. She chose to eat these in between the big cakes so she could savour them more. Then she had even more fun by using the powerful motor in her mouth to suck the cakes and muffins into her ever expanding gullet. To say she was enjoying herself was describing it very kindly. About halfway through Carole’s binge, the expansion in her body was coming to the fore. The braces on her pants which had looked stretched ever since she’d put her new clothes on finally had to give way. Rather than see them get snapped off, Carole decided to unclip them and she could only watch as they flew across the other side of the room. She was disappointed at that but realised that she might not be needing trousers soon. Seconds later the top button on her blouse popped off, Carole was mightily relieved at this because it was getting stuck under her swelling chin which had now long doubled and was tripling so it’s popping had given her neck some much needed breathing space. Carole continued to eat and eventually all the buttons had flown off.By the time Carole reached the final couple of cakes, she looked unrecognisable from the woman who’d woken up at midnight. Her body was now a big blob of flesh with a round head and face, cheeks and lips that looked like they were full of cotton, a chin that was nearly trebled and merging with her neck, arms that looked like she’d swallowed a pair of armbands, sausage fingers, bubble butt and tree trunk legs. This was the most fun Carole had had for years, but now the blob had been fed so much food it was ready to perform its grand finale.Chapter 6: the blobwoman is bornCarole was just about to reach the last couple of cakes that were on the highest shelf when she suddenly felt a strange and slightly painful sensation from her stomach downwards. It was like her organs were dissipating inside of her and her lower physical structure was collapsing. Before she knew it Carole suddenly felt like she was shrinking because the top shelf seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. She looked down and saw that her feet and legs were melting away into a pool of sludge and her lovely bubble butt was deflating too. “Aww I quite liked that massive behind I’d developed” Carole groaned, but her disappointment would soon subside. She’d been quite calm in this process because in her mind she’d long gone past the point of being a human. This was just official confirmation to her she was no longer human. Carole then noticed that the melting had stopped to the point just below her stomach, which was still a massive round dome that had developed more rolls during her cake binge. Suddenly it rumbled as loudly as it’d ever had before, and Carole was braced for the change. She suddenly felt herself stretching higher and wider until she bumped her head on the ceiling. She then felt the same sharp pain in her torso like her rib cage, heart and spine were all just melting away. Her skin was now close to breaking point, and Carole knew it wasn’t long before her old human life would be more.“I think I know what’s going to happen to me now, but this night was so worth it “Thank you master for everything that you’ve given me” she said to the blob in an almost tearful like manner. Then 2 seconds later there was a mighty POP and Carole Williams was no more. Not in the flesh anyway...Carole realised she was still alive, and she was still feeling hungry. When she opened her eyes, she was absolutely overjoyed to see what she had become. She was now a 10 foot tall, 800 pound blob of light green jelly. Having consumed the blob Carole had eaten and merged with it so well that she had now become the blob and therefore she was the master now. The stretching she had felt was her gaining her size and width while her organs and skeleton had been dissolved to make her living tissue out of jelly. The bursting of her skin finally created the mould. “This feels so incredible, I can do whatever I want like this” Carole finally said as her face had deflated slightly, enabling better speech. Then she noticed an incredible sight developing next to her. The main office desk of the cake shop was pressing against her new blob like form before it was then sucked into the gelatinous mass and assimilated. Another huge grin spread over Carole’s face at the possibilities ahead. And then she proclaimed: “It’s time for me to show this world that there’s a new girl in town....

Hello Cuties, i just realised i never took the chance to introduce myself properly. (I thought a thread in pictures and videos was the only thing i could do and was a total dum-dum BUT psssst) My name is 🎵 Melody 🎵 and i'm a pretty fresh face around here - a total NOOB to stick to gamer lingo. I'm from germany but my family has polish roots. I love music, dancing (was in a dance group for a few years), videogames (Persona, Overwatch, Genshin etc) , books (fantasy/dystopy genre ftw), animes (My Hero Academia & anything Magical Girl uWu). Only recently found my way into this community and the feederism world. Even though i always was "not stick-thin" i really struggled with my weight and the pressure of the diet industry. But thanks to awesome people, a lot of encouragement, healing, selfcare, and all these empowering models boasting their glorious bodies in various sizes i came to terms with myself and embrace my live wholely. Which means lounging, enjoying, indulging, snacking, gaming, and growing bigger more beautiful every day. Because i want to inspire people and women just like me too i thought: Okay, why not follow these other models? Show my body, my passion, my lifestyle and prove to the word how radical and beautiful we all can be. ❤️And i did not regret it. People in this community have been so supportive, nice, and kind to me. ❤️ If you have any questions feel free to ask!

I've been indulging all my little cravings and the results are seriously HOT. I love how plump, round, and ripe my body's becoming

So here we are Curvage!! We want to hear all about what you want to see us do next?? We actually have some awesome fat girl adventures lined up, which of course we will be sharing with you all!! Come tell us exactly what you want......

hey there! how's everyone doing today??!! I love seeing my body grow each and everytime I stuff myself with food!! I want to become the biggest and fattest that I can be. I'm such a good piggy!! 🥰

I've just filmed and uploaded my first Curvage video 🥰 any feedback would be greatly appreciated and let me know what content you want to see in future videos ❤

What’s up I’m completely new to this whole community but I have always loved female bellystuffing/burping/weightgain and would love to find some new girls to talk to and get big! I am 21 and in college but I will always make time for a Feedee. Add me on Snapchat @phone.cat

Just a typical underweight young girl tries to gain weight on doctor's advice. Here's what she did with her words... "Let me count what I ate, the first day; morning - four packs of noodles, (each pack is 75g and 200 cal) - a small ** of soup, - two plates of stuffed leaves, (traditional balkan food) - a small pyrex of greenery. noon - just a ** of pasta. two hours later - I've finished all the leaf wraps. evening - just junk food. night - pizza. On the first day, I was stuffed like a pig, because my family didn't care much, so I contiuned The second day; morning - I finished all the noodles in the house. noon - a liter of coke. thirty minutes later - I've ate all the junk food at home. Since I was out of breath for a while, I could only drink a plate of soup for dinner. but I ate a lot more at night because I didn't eat much. night I finished two hamburgers, two medium pizzas, and four of those small Nutellas. The voices in my stomach are not heartwarming at all, I can't get up. I have now gone from 56 kilos to 64 kilos. I can only gas. I can't vomit and I can't go to the toilet at all. please help me." I don't know this story is real but who cares, It's hot to read and this what her belly looks like now

Chapter One Bright stage lights illuminated every white stretch mark on my thighs as I gyrated down the pole. My hands still felt greasy from cramming McDonald’s fries into my mouth before my shift. My stomach was bloated against my underwear-sized short shorts. I split my legs for the crowd of cheap men and slid down the stripper pole head-first, stopping only just in time and doing a backbend in platform heels to get back onto my feet. The whole time I was thinking, I really need to fart. Shouldn’t have eaten that Big Mac. I know, I know. I was kind of a disaster, even factoring in that every single college kid is an absolute mess and if they say they aren’t, they’re lying. I had it worse than usual. I was up to my eyeballs in medical debt as well as student loans thanks to a car crash my freshman year of college that left me in the hospital for almost an entire semester. I was doing my best to climb back to some sense of normalcy, but the only way I could stop from filing for bankruptcy was by shaking my ass for horny men six nights a week. Between all the stress of finances, college, a pandemic, and an uncertain future, I was eating too much fast food and outgrowing my stupid little slinky outfits. All of my worries swirled through my head as I rocked my body against the pole, tongue out like I was going to lick it. It was a favorite move of mine. I glanced down at the scant amount of bills on the stage. It should have been more. Way more. Lately my income had been dwindling, but I didn’t know why. I’d put on a couple pounds, but nothing drastic. Most of it was sitting in my ass, the best place for it to go. “Show us your tits, fatty!” A particularly drunken man hollered from the back. I ignored him, swinging up onto the pole again and slowly riding down it in smooth circles in time with the music pouding through the speakers to either side of the stage. My cheeks burned with more than physical exertion, though: the insult didn’t just sting, it brought fear. This particular club was cutthroat. If anyone in management had just heard that? My ass was grass. I scaled the pole again, trying to lose myself in the pounding music and give the audience the best show I could. I needed this job, needed this pay, needed better tips than what these cheap slime balls were giving me. Come on, come on, come on. I sent up a prayer to any god who would listen even as I planted my platforms on the ground and shimmied for the crowd, showing my deep cleavage. “Someone get this fat cow off the stage!” the ** yelled again, waving his arms. Other members in the audience were turning to look at him instead of focusing on me. I kept up my smile, but it was a mask. This was humiliating. Without breaking my dance routine, I scanned the dark room. By now a bouncer should have come by to drag him out of the room. No one had. My stomach dropped, and panic tore through me. I only finished my performance on pure adrenaline. My heart was pounding so hard in my ears I couldn’t even hear the music. I bent to collect my bills when a hand stopped me: the stage bouncer. The fart I’d been squeezing back finally blew, and he and the front row audience members made a face. This could not get worse, but I narrowed my eyes and kept my dignity. “Oh, now you’re here?” I snapped as he helped me gather my meager pay. He wasn’t handing it to me, and I didn’t have it in me to argue. “Mr. Sykes wants to see you in the back,” Rodrigo grunted. “Don’t pass go, don’t collect $200.” He held out a meaty hand for me to put the rest of my money in it. I thought about refusing, but knew better. I was in deep shit, and arguing would only make it worse. I relinquished the bills for the final count and headed to the back. Mr. Sykes was sitting in my dressing room chair. He was so comically out of place - a gangster type in a three piece suit with oily gray hair greased into a rat tail, fat cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth, sitting among pots of glitter makeup, feather boas, and all things pink - I nearly laughed. Nearly. “You wanted to see me?” It was moments like this that I remembered being 21 didn’t really mean I was an adult-adult. Sure, I had my own bills to pay, didn’t talk to my mom, and figured everything out for myself. I was also terrified and just wanted to go home, get in bed, and never deal with the world again. Mr. Sykes swiped a thumb over his neck while making a rude sound effect. “You’re done, kid. See Leslie for your final pay.” Yep, this was it. My absolute nightmare. I had rent and a payment on my medical debt due next week, plus tuition for the upcoming semester coming up in two weeks. “You can’t fire me. I need this job,” I tried to argue, but my voice was weak and my knees wobbly. Mr. Sykes didn’t even honor my protest with words: he just walked away, leaving me to gather my things and try to beg change off of Leslie, who had an office immediately in front of the back door. She cooked the books for Emerald City, deciding on a whim who got how much pay. I’d been lucky not to deal with her too much: just a flat fee and I could keep the rest, uncounted. This time would obviously be different. With my duffle bags of shoes, costumes, and stage makeup banging into my knees, I took that final walk of shame to the exit. Leslie was waiting, even though all of the other dancers were scheduled until close. Lucky me. She held out an envelope, not meeting my eyes. “It’s not the end of the world, you know. There are other clubs,” she said. I took the envelope, then kept walking. Her calloused remarks didn’t deserve a response. This was bullshit and we both knew it. Hot tears were building in my eyes but I didn’t want her to see. My emotions were my own, not to be shared. I got in the car and opened the envelope. It had $200 in crumpled 20s and a folded up sheet of Burger King coupons. I whipped my head around to glare at the back entrance, but the door was shut and no one was paying attention to me anymore. I was already forgotten. I put my key in the ignition and headed for home, letting the stress wash over me. It was almost an hour drive back to my college town from the big city. The whole drive, my mind was racing. I had no idea what I was going to do. Life had already fucked me over so bad as an adult that I wasn’t willing to budge another inch. I had to make this work, but I didn’t have a path forward without a job and I couldn’t file for unemployment when I’d been working under the table. As I finally reached my exit on the highway, my stomach grumbled traitorously. I rolled my eyes, knowing any truly responsible person would have seen the night as a giant neon sign to just lose 5 pounds. OK, maybe 10. But I was exhausted, stressed out, and had just been fired, so what did I do? Got a bag of Burger King with the coupons they’d given me on the way home. I’d figure out everything else in the morning. -- This is an excerpt of my next e-book. The link to preorder on Amazon is here. All sales are appreciated. Thank you!

hey everyone, long time lurker finally trying my hand at story writing! Had this idea kicking around my head for a while and finally put it to paper so to speak. it's a mix of a few things in popular culture with my own spin on it. Hope you enjoy, but give me some feedback either way! If you like it I have a few more stories in this world I'm considering. https://www.deviantart.com/spickspuck/art/Serving-the-Lords-906577832

Hello Everyone! I am The Drifter. Long time writer, first time posting here. I think? Anywho. Decided to pull this short story out from the dpeths of my PC and share it here! Contains burps, farts, and lots of food. Enjoy! He was in his perfect place. Watching her was like watching an angel descend from the heavens and though he felt like his heart could take off and fly away with her, he stayed in his seat. A wooden chair placed to the side of a long wooden dinner table, the perfect spot for him to watch the love of his life devour her dinner tonight. Watching her eat is like witnessing the next wonder of the world coming to life. Each bite she took with her delicate fingers. She ate with a grace that one would expect from the most feminine of women. Not too fast as to enjoy every bite but not so slow to keep them at the table for the entire night. Just the perfect balance for them to both enjoy the night for the right amount of time for them both to fully enjoy the spectacle she put on. And put on she did. The wore a rather nice black skirt and button-up top she wore in her late teenage years. It was safe to say she had grown a bit since then as her thick caramel thighs gushed from the large hole at the bottom of the skirt. The fabric clung to her curves like its own life depending on it, or like it was struggling to survive the bulges of fat around her middle. Digging into her prominent love handles and threatened to tear when she sat down at the table before the feast. They didn’t last long… Even with the assistance of the button-up shirt tucked into her skirt, the three specially made pies, plates of collard greens, both a turkey leg and breast proved too much for the article. The stubborn zipper created a resounding rip as it tore with the fabric down her side. He even gasped, seeing her lips curve into an ‘O’ with relief as her belly-flopped out onto its proper porch that was her thunderous thighs. Her shirt still held strong, just barely showing her delicious tanned skin between the holes as they stretched taught over her ** belly. She giggled and he laughed but nothing else was needed to be said. Their brief gazes into each other’s eyes and timid blushes expressed all they were feeling for one another. As she continued to eat, he continued to watch. He would be remiss if he didn’t keep a good eagle eye on her chest. A pair of round sacks of flesh upon her chest was the perfect size for them to fill his hands. They almost seemed to grow with every pound of food she carefully passed through her lips. It was especially exciting when she was surprised by a powerful hiccup. The jolt following a rather rapid swig of her drink caused the top two buttons to fly off near freeing her breasts completely if it weren’t for her little black bra. The eating continued like this. She filled plate after plate with whatever she could reach and when she would have been required to get up from her seat, he would stand to bring it to her. This was far from their first time, by this point the two of them were a well-oiled eating machine. Well, she was an eating machine, he was her pit crew. Buttons continued to fail on her blouse as she continued. Two tins of casserole disappeared into her stomach and another button popped off around her chest. A dense pound of meatloaf sat heavily in her gut causing the bottom button to skitter right off her thighs. It took a giant bowl of potato salad, the whole rotisserie chicken, and half of the whole turkey to get the next button to fly across the room. It is one of the final three, it was the one in the center of her belly and revealed the dark hole of her belly button. Fat from her growing potbelly bulge from the holes left by her buttons and he was eager for the last two to pop. As a personal challenge for them both, he would not assist in a belly rub until her belly was completely free. Damn, those buttons were just about as stubborn as she was. Wanting to not only finish everything without any assistance, but she also desired to make herself as full as possible for him. Keeping everything down including gas, her stomach was like a passing storm with the loud growls and gurgles it was emitted by the time she reached her last plates. Still, even with her belly sticking out a good foot onto her lap and far beyond the reach of her modest breasts, the buttons simply stayed dug into the flesh of her enormously soft gut. He wondered what would go first, the love of his life or the buttons of her blouse as she finished off the last of the turkey. The rest of its body picked clean as was the rest of the dishes upon the table. Her belly was massive, far larger than he had ever seen it before and he was with her last Thanksgiving. Even though today was no holiday, they did make sure to get all the food their disposable income could manage. Her belly, an enormous ** that even with all the food packed into it still looked like a large, fatty, gut. A tummy that ‘pregnant’ didn’t quite describe properly. It wasn’t quite round enough for that. And it’s what he loved most about it. No matter how much she ate, the abundance of fat that naturally stored there kept it a nice, plush center he could always sink his hands into. And the time for him to do so finally came. To call an end to her feast, she licked every one of her fingers clean of any residue left by her meal. Slowly plunged each digit behind her lips and slowly dragged them out until she got to her last finger. She pulled it out slower than ever, finding a delicious piece of sauce-covered chicken she had to suck off. It left her lips with a tiny pop and she sighed with the accomplishment all inside of her roaring middle. One that desperately needed relief. He looked to her golden-brown eyes then to the buttons. She knew, closing her eyes as she brought her hands to the sides of her enormous gut and brought them in with a delicate but forceful slap. A wave-like ripple surged over her soft abdomen and sent the buttons careening off of her shirt, allowing her belly to bounce outward to its full size upon her lap. It glorped like an aquarium and let out not one but two simultaneous but distinct gurgles like two dogs fighting for territory. Worried, he prepared to move to her aid, but knowing what was going on inside herself, she leaned to the side with a pained expression and her cheeks reddening for what was to come. A pair of gaseous eruptions blew from her top and bottom simultaneously. A raucous belch aimed towards the ceiling shook the floor above while her boisterous fart rattled the floor beneath them. The enormous but equal to her meal expulsions together shook the entire room. He watched in loving delight as he felt the table he held onto shifting across the tiled floor. The empty pots, plates, and glasses clattering just as much as the dishes still left in the cupboard on the other side of the kitchen. He was almost worried, at least expecting that the pane glass window directly behind her seat would crack with the unnerving wobbling noise he could pick up just over the gas his girl was letting out. And just when he was wondering if they were ever going to end, they began to fade. Soon coming to an end and leaving minimal damage to their surroundings. After a few moments, he moved in to sink his hands into her gut. Giving it a great congratulatory rub for all she had done. Though embarrassed by her final release, she was over the moon with the smile he had on his face. Thankful that she could please him with such accomplishments. The two shared a long kiss, he shared all the things he loved about her and she let him know that she should’ve been letting out the gas throughout the meal. Because she still had room for more…

Hello, I'm new to curvage, I like to eat too much, get fuller and rounder. I would like to reach 100 kilos even more after my pregnancy. Tell me what you think of me! Any questions, let me hear them! - - - -

Hello! I'm lilcakebaby, I can't wait to share my gain with all of you! I love stuffing and filling my belly up with tasty treats!

Xmas fetish/kink video idea: it's the Nightmare Before Xmas Sandy Claws, is actually a woman, who was dressed as a sexy Santa for a party, when she was kidnapped by those trick or treaters; Lock, Shock and Barrel. As if grabbing the Easter bunny at first wasn't enough of a mistake. This one at least looks the part! A plump and heavy Sandy Claws! When we see her next she's tied-up in Mistress Oogie Boogie's Lair. As big as she is, Mistress Oogie wants a much larger meal. Mistress Oogie begins to serenade her with her Oogie Boogie song. Mistress Oogie moves around Sandy inspecting her up and down; grabbing, pinching and shaking her plump body. Taunting her. Seducing her. "And if you aren't shakin' there's something very wrong. Cause this may be the last time you hear the Boogie Song. Whoa...." (On every 'whoa' in the song, Mistress Oogie is prompting Sandy to open wide and stuffs her mouth with a handful of some cookie, cake, cream, dessert.) More and more of Sandy is bulging out of her already skimpy Xmas outfit. Oogie continues to feed and tease Sandy. "And now, with your permission, I'm going to do my stuff." Oogie declares, as if all Sandy has been stuffed with so far isn't even the main stuffing. "What are you going to do?" - Sandy mumbles with a mouth full of cream and cookies, eyes wide curious as what more could come. "I'm gonna do the best I can!" Oogie responds gleefully. Mistress Oogie grabs more treats and hand over hand begins to shove them into Sandy's mouth. "Release me fast or you will have to answer for this heinous act" Sandy breathlessly begs for her outfit to be undone, it's so tight after all these treats, but Mistress Oogie isn't done.... "It's hopeless, you're finished? You haven't got a prayer. 'Cause I'm Mistress Oogie Boogie and you ain't going nowhere." Mistress Oogie takes her to a new position. Sandy being tied-down in a seated position, belly and breasts nearly bursting out, Mistress Oogie Boogie isn't done yet. She's a gambling woman. She rolls her dice, they bouncing right off of Sandy's jiggly body. "Seven! Looks like it's Oogie turn to boogie now...1.2.3.4..5,6,7." On each count Oogie squirts some whipped cream onto Sandy's breast and belly. Mistress Oogie is topping off her snack before she digs in. "This isn't happening.." Sandy pleads. "Ashes to ashes and dust to dust...I'm feeling weak WITH HUNGER! One more roll of the dice ought to do it!" She rolls her dice at Sandy once more, they land in her cleavage "Snake eyes?!" Oogie hip bumps into Sandy causing the dice to roll over... "Eleven! Looks like I won the jackpot!" Oogie gives a long squirt of the whipped cream into Sandy's mouth, her outfit finally gives and exposes her fully stuffed figure "Bye bye Doll Face...." ~ Fin

Hello Curvage I'm new to the writing and sharing my stories but I have an ongoing series which focuses on a small lady becoming a rather large lady. Each Chapter comes out on a Wednesday so if you'd like to read Chapter 1 please click here to read it for free on DA, give a watch while you are over there Chapter 2 will be released over there tomorrow for free Edit: Chapter 2 is live here If you are still hungry for more then please read my DA bio Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy, as I am new I'd also appreciate any feedback or suggestions so please feel free to message me -GD

Hedonism? Gluttony? Indulgence? Too big words for your too small mind. You were a smart, independent, fit young lady. Look at you now. A cow bell collar around your neck. Cow print tights gripping on your expanding thighs for dear life, hoping they don’t tear. Your mind has been erased by giving into your most basest desires to feed and cum every hour, on the hour. Delayed gratification is a sin. Over abundance is the norm. Who needs to think when you have a feeder? Your feeder makes all the decisions for you. What to eat, what to wear, where to go. He loves to shows off his blue ribbon sow. County Fairs, beaches, public parks. All places to feast in front of others, dressed in outfits already tighter and tighter by the minute, showing them their potential too if they give in. You can’t go home until you’ve been a good cow and finished your plate. “Good Girl” is your reward, as you always aim to please. Good girls get seconds and thirds. Some spectators go home and can’t get you, the prize fat cow out of their head. Public stuffing until my feedee is uncomfortably full. The only thoughts in her pretty plump head is “I’m so full, I’m so full, I’m so full”. Heavy breathing. Full gut pushing out against the tight outfit I told her to wear. She needs my help to get up, waddle across the park, and loaded in the car like cattle to a cattle car. At home, she needs belly rubs to make room for desserts. A milkshake a day means good times are here to stay. I’m not done with her feeding. No just yet. Upcoming birthdays, wedding, graduations, and holiday season. Lots of reasons to celebrate and food is your feedee’s favorite part of that celebration. Like pavlov’s dogs, she quickly associates food with celebration. Soon enough, every single little small victory is celebrated with a big helping of food. Oh, it’s Friday? Time for a large milkshake. She found $5 in the laundry? Spend it on family sized bag of snacks. It was sunny today? Perfect time to eat some ice cream. And by some ice cream, I mean she eats a full quart of ice cream in one sitting. It’s summertime. It’s sunny almost every day. She eats and eats but it’s self care and she feels great. She doesn’t even notice the pounds piling on. No one will say anything but they notice her body jiggling more. They politely ask if she REALLY wants seconds and thirds at Sunday brunch. Friends suggest they work out together to get beach bodies. She brushes it all off. Sure, her clothes fit tighter. She’s out of breath for going up a flight of stairs more than before. All her sitting furniture has dents from wherever she plops down. Still, if you told her that she put on a few pounds, she will only say “it’s water weight, it will melt right off.” Friends stopped asking. They accepted it as truth. They even indulged in their desires when eating with your feeder. She has gained 60 pounds and still denies she has gone full hog wild. The seed has been planted. You didn’t mean to inspire crowds to eat. You simply unlocked what what already there, just what your feeder did for you. They feed too and join you in the feast. Numbers of feeder and feedees grow by the month, literally and figuratively. It’s not an epidemic, it’s a revolution. It was always there, they just needed the golden calf to worship. That’s you, blue ribbon cow. Farmer’s favorite.

You met this girl on one of the many dating apps. Her profile is a bubbly, athletic short girl. She likes to have fun with her friends. Traveled to cool places. It’s a party everywhere she goes. You swiped right, matched and instantly hit it off together. Over the following weeks during COVID lockdown, you Facetime with this cute, bubbly girl. The conversations are great. Lots in common. Never running out of conversation topics. One of the topics you guys always return back to is food, though. She loves food and you love that she loves food. The enthusiasm is infectious. The screen captured only her face and never went lower than her neckline. You agree to meet up once you both are fully vaxxed. Wonderful. You suggest sushi and she suggests this all you can eat sushi restaurant. You meet at the restaurant and seems like that athletic girl from the pictures is a very plump and round girl. During Covid-19 quarantine, she gained 50 pounds and she hid it from you to shield herself from judgement. The restaurant is reservation only so you make the reservation in your name. You arrive first. The hostess, a skinny 19 year old conventionally attractive blonde girl, asks if you’ll be dining alone. You say no, table for two. You’ll be joined by a date soon enough. The hostess walks you to a free table at the very back of the restaurant. In idle chit chat walking across the room, you show her a picture of your date, short 5’2” athletic woman, asking the hostess to point your date in the direction of your table. She assures you that she will do just that. The Lunch Rush is on and the restaurant is getting busy. Your phone buzzes. SOMETHING IS WRONG. The hostess wont let your date through unless she has a reservation or is meeting someone already seated. She gives your name but the hostess doesn’t believe her. You walk up to the hostess station and confront the situation. Your date doesn’t look like quite like she does her dating profile pictures. She was MUCH smaller in her pictures. Your date looks the same except she has gained weight from her pre quarantine pictures. A LOT OF WEIGHT. The hostess is totally embarrassed. She thought your date was someone else, someone thinner. You are shocked by this transformation. Mesmerized. Taken in by the hypnotic quality of your date’s new curves. You understand now why you like it. You always brought back the conversations to food. You don’t judge her. Quite the opposite. You bashfully admit her appetite is a turn on. In past conversations about food, it turned you on that she had a big appetite. 

You can’t look away from her. she wears black leggings and a black top that makes her like a chubby Sandy from Grease. She jiggles with every step towards the buffet. Still unsure to take you at your word, she fills up her plate that is simply just a sad excuse of proportions. She is trying to eat like a bird. You tease her about this followed with encouragement to get more, it’s all you can eat after all. You barely sit down and she is already chowing down furiously. “You must have been starving!’’, you say. She bashfully admits that she already had two meals that day. First and second breakfast. Hot. This girl can put it away alright. This puts a question in your mind. How much can she eat? Can that limit be pushed if she really wants to go there? Can you give her that permission to give into her latent desires? After finishing her plate, she pretends to be full. You don’t buy it. You walk with her to the buffet. After asking her what looks good, she picks out the food that look the tastiest. You place the food on her plate, look her in the eyes, and tell her we’re not leaving until you finish this plate. She can’t help but blush. The wine flows. Food devoured. You have no problem showering her in compliments. You get turned on more and more she stuffs her plump pretty face. Her plate is finished. She can’t believe she ate that much. Her leggings grow tight around the midsection. You ask her if she is feeling full. She pauses and says “kinda”. Bingo. You pick up her plate. Walk over to the buffet. Hand her her final plate with the same proportions as before. You push the plate filled with yummy and delicious food on it towards her. Smile. Say, “you’re pretty when you eat.” She looks at the food. A voice in her tells her no but she is feeling rebellious. Fuck it. She gives in. Desire wins that round. There is no going back.

You know what better than eating ... When you feed me 🥰

My bf stuffed me so much with pizza tonight and I got so big ! Look at the before and after of my belly !