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Hi there! My name is Elisabeth, I’m a relatively new feedee and super excited to start. On this forum I‘ll post my journey, and hopefully be able to communicate and get some ~feedback~ 🥰✨

I became a real glutton, it excites me so much, and there is always a feeling of hunger, how can I cope with this, being at home I can afford to eat huge portions, and the rest of the time people around me may suspect that something is wrong with me... my weight is 200 lbs and continues to grow...

Hey! I’m Ivy. I’ve been a gainer for 5 years now. Started as a super for cheerleader and now I’m a sexy fat hog eating everything in site. Join me on my journey and help me be the fattest I can be. I’m a gluttonous fatty that can’t wait to reach 350+. Follow my forum so you can keep track of my gains! Purchase videos to keep me fat and growing! Love you all so much❤️ Thank you for the support !

Hey, kinda new to the website but was interested in getting people’s perspectives and inputs on this. A lot of people get into feederism because they were introduced through a partner. Sometimes, unfortunately, things don’t work out after making a major commitment either financially or physically. So my question is, for those that were introduced to feederism through somebody they’re no longer with, did it drive you away from feederism for awhile, did it encourage you to take things further, or did it distance you from it completely (assuming less the ladder given the website). No matter how you handled the situation, what was your personal line of reasoning/thinking for how you handled things?

I’m sure there’s been a thread like this before but I couldn’t immediately find one. The question is, when is a BBW considered an SSBBW. Is it reaching a certain BMI, a certain weight, is it based on appearance? What’s your personal gauge for this?

Hey! I’m new here and excited to meet everyone! I’ve been gaining off and on for the last 15 years or so, but have really ballooned out in the last 5 years. I would say I started around 180 and now sit right around 290. I’m so excited to be here among other like-minded people! I love stuffing my belly, belly rubs, all food (especially ice cream!), and anything that will make my soft jiggly belly even bigger. Can’t wait to get to know all of you!

My girlfriend is 5’5” 184 pounds. She’s not really a feedee or anything but she is aware of me being a feeder and I have convinced her to do a monthly feeding. Do you guys have any suggestions for recipes or foods I can use to make sure she enjoys it and wants to keep doing it?

Hey there! How are you all doing? Hope you are all well ❤️ I just uploaded my first clip as a curvage model and I'm waiting for it to be approved This is so exciting and so much fun. I'm getting all tingly inside and even more hungry (is that even possible??) I'm looking forward to upload a lot of more clips on here and the attention I get is turning me on Sooo... what would you like to see me do on video? I'm a huge swedish girl with tattoos and piecings and I love love LOVE to eat! My favourite foods are tacos, cake and meatballs. And pasta, asian food and homemade cookies, I love to bake! Actually, I think I like all kinds of food haha and I really love cooking too! Looking forward to your answers ❤️❤️❤️ Btw, here is a couple of sneak peaks from the video I just uploaded! 😘

This is the second story i am uploading, Please comment if you like it and if you wan't more. INTRODUCTION Emma lay on her bed, panting and sweating, even though it was a cool day. Again she strained to button up her jeans, she’d only worn then three weeks ago, admittedly they were a bit tight even then but she couldn’t believe that they had stopped fitting in only three weeks. “I haven’t been eating that much, they must have shrunk.” she told herself, refusing to believe that eating 12” pizzas every night and washing them down with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and a two litre bottle of Coke was ‘eating a lot’. Never mind the fact that she skipped eating lunch in the university cafeteria, instead getting a taxi to various fast food chains, even though they were only a ten minuet walk away from campus. “These have to fit, all my leggings have holes between the legs, I can’t go see my parents wearing them… and I can’t meet my brothers new friend looking like that...” She attempted again to do up the button, she sucked in her belly as much as she could and heaved as hard as she could, finally she forced the button to close. She lay on her bed trying to get her breath back, next challenge was the zip… after wrestling with it for five minuets she finally managed to do it up, now to find a top. “That one won’t do, that must have shrunk too, it doesn’t even cover all of my belly… seriously there’s no way I have gained weight, I haven’t even been snacking much.” Another lie she was telling herself. Excluding her visit to KFC to get a double chicken burger with two lots of chips and a side of two chicken thighs and an Oreo crushem for lunch and her usual twelve inch meat feast pizza with extra cheese and ice cream for dinner; Emma had managed to eat a 500g chocolate bar, a tube of Pringles and two pork pies. “God this top is too thin, I can see my stretch marks through it…” Emma said in despair, looking at herself in the mirror. “Ok this one fits… kind of…” The top clung to her every curve and roll and only just reached bellow the button of her jeans which were just under her belly button, her belly bulged out around her jeans due to how tight they were. “God Mum’s going to rip into me… it’s been a year since we last saw each other and I told her I hadn't gained weight… It’s not as if she’s not going to notice I have gone from a size 16 (US size 12) to a size 22 before my twentieth birthday...” in reality she was a size 24, almost size 26, stuffed into too tight size 22 clothes standing only 5 foot and three inches. “Is there even any point in packing any clothes… none of them are going to fit any way… ill just have to buy some new ones when I get there.” Emma looked at herself in the mirror again, adjusting her wavy blond hair and glasses before heading to the freezer to grab a tub of ice cream before collapsing onto her sofa before turning on the TV. she had an hour before the train and she needed ice cream to make her feel better. After polishing of her ice cream, Emma heaved herself up off the sofa, a job that seemed more difficult then it used to, pulling her top down over her belly as it had ridden up. The button on her jeans felt a little tighter, she thought to herself ‘Maybe that ice cream wasn’t a good idea, oh well it will settle by the time I reach home.’ She made final preparation's to leave then headed out the door with her rucksack, as she wasn’t taking any clothes her suitcase remained open on her bed. “I have a long walk ahead ill take the lift today” Emma said to herself, justifying to herself not walking down the four flights of stairs, as she did every day. She reached the ground floor and walked out of the dorm building, and started to walk to the train station. Out of the twenty minuet walk that it would have been, she made it three and a half minuets before calling a taxi to the station. She had enough time to grab some snacks before the train arrived. “It’s going to take two hours to get home, I might as well grab a chocolate bar and a packet of brownies for the journey, I can give whatever is left to my mum when I get there, oh and a couple of bottles of coke!.” Trying to convince herself that there would be something left to give. After buying her snacks, she made her way to the train and boarded ready to go. Before the train had even left, the six pack of brownies were already half gone, and by the time she reached home, there definitely wouldn’t be anything to give to her mum. Story: “Thanks for taking me to pick up my sister James” “Your welcome, any time mate. I’m looking forward to meeting her.” “She’s a little shy but I think you two will get on.” Luke replied. “Well you said you hadn't seen her in a year? Maybe she’s not as shy as she used to be, you never know mate.” I replied. “Maybe university has changed her.” “I doubt it, from her texts it sounds like she spends basically all her free time watching TV or playing video games in her dorm when she's not in lectures.” “Well there’s nothing wrong with being shy any way.” I replied with a laugh. “True bless her, she's going to love your car though mate.” Luke said, in response I revved the engine of my 1960 six cylinder ford Zodiac and we both chuckled. “Here we are, were a bit early but that’s OK, ill park up near the front and we can wait for her here.” “Sound like a plan.” Luke replied. Me and Luke had met almost a year ago, he had started to work for me in my garage as a mechanic, we fast became friends rather then Boss and employee. He was a hard worker and a good laugh, he loved car’s but couldn’t get a drivers licence due to medical reasons, so instead he decided to fix them. Even though his family had plenty of money, he was a down to earth guy and we got on like a house on fire. As he didn’t drive and his mother and father were too busy to pick up his sister, I had offered to give them a lift. From what Luke had told me, his parent’s idea of parenting was to throw money at them as a pose to give them attention, Luke always wanted to make it on his own and turned down the money now that he was working for me, however his sister Emma liked living off their parent’s and not having to make her own money, his word’s not mine. However he obviously cared for his sister and spoke highly of her except her laziness. “Here’s her train!” Luke said, getting out the car, I followed suit and stood next to him. After a short wait he told me “There she is.” a slight sound of shock in his voice. Walking Toward's us was very pretty girl with wavy blond hair wearing glasses with soft features, she was wearing clothes that looked entirely too small for her, her soft flesh being squeezed and spilling over the waist of her trousers. Every stitch on her clothing showed strain and her soft face was red from the exertion of walking. “Hey Emma.” Luke said giving his sister a hug. “He… Hey… Luke...” Emma replied panting, she was obviously out of breath from the stairs up from the platform, which I knew weren't that long or steep but this girl had a fair bit of weight to carry up them and it wasn’t from her backpack. “Emma this is James my friend and boss.” Luke told her, the winded girl looked up at my shyly and gave me a shy smile. “He… Hello.” “Nice to meet you Emma, its a pleasure to finally meet you, would you like me to take your bag?” I asked, she nodded and gave me her bag, looking at the floor and playing with her hair, she didn’t realise that lifting her arm to play with her hair also lifted her top slightly, revealing her soft belly, I couldn’t notice a rather large amount of stretch marks on her pale skin. That must have been why Luke had sounded shocked, it was obvious between the very tight clothes and the stretch marks, this pretty girl had gained a lot of weight recently. I put her backpack in the boot of the car then opened the back door for her, she gave me another shy smile and sat In the car. As she sat in the car her belly rested on her lap, this made her soft flesh bulge outwards more, making her top suddenly ride up even more to reveal even more stretch marks. However this time she noticed and quickly pulled her top down. I pretended not to notice as to not embarrass her. Me and Luke then got in the car and we headed off. Luke and Emma chatted, catching up on what the other had done in the year they had not seen each other, Emma sat behind Luke, meaning I could see her in my interior mirror. Once again I couldn’t help but notice that every bump we went over would cause her soft body to jiggle, every so often Emma had to pull her top down again due to the fact that when her body jiggled, her top tried to reveal more and more of her huge belly. We soon arrived at Luke and Emma’s parent’s house, I jumped out the car and went around to open the door for Emma; I offered my hand to help her out; with a look of embarrassment after a failed attempted to get out by herself she took my hand and I heaved her out of the car, even with help the effort of getting out of the car left her a little short of breath and her top to rise up again. She looked at me as if begging me not to tease her for it, embarrassment was obvious to see, I gave her a reassuring smile. “Why don’t you come in James?” asked Luke. “Are you sure that your parent’s won’t mind?” I asked. “No they won’t mind, they enjoyed your company last time and said you were welcome any time.” “Well ill pop in then.” I answered with a chuckle, we all headed into Luke and Emma’s parents grand house. “Hey were here with Emma!” Luke shouted as we stepped through the door, I noticed that Emma was looking rather sheepish and nervous as if dreading something. Sarah, Luke’s and Emma’s mother walked in, a tall slim lady with blond wavy hair, It was obvious that her and Emma were Mother and daughter, They looked very similar except Emma was a lot shorter and a lot wider with a considerably softer face. Her mother’s eyes bulged and suddenly it was made clear to me why Emma looked so nervous. “Jesus Christ Emma! Your huge! You’ve blown up, look at you your bulging out everywhere! Those clothes don’t even come close to fitting. What happened to the diet I put you on?” “Mother… we have a guest...” Luke said, trying to stop the onslaught Emma was receiving. “Oh yes hello James, Emma how have you let yourself get so fat? You really can’t control yourself can you! And to top it off you lied to me and said you hadn't gained weight, after all the effort I went to writing that diet out for you so you knew what and how much you could eat a day, and I bet you haven’t being doing the exercise I told you to do!” Emma had tears rolling down her cheeks, yet said nothing, she just stood there taking the abuse. After her mother had finished scolding her, she put down her rucksack and walked back out the door still crying. “Luke come give me and your father a hand when your here.” Sarah said mater of factly and walked further into the house leaving me and Luke standing there. “Jesus Christ I was hoping my charming mother would give her some slack considering you are here… guess not… She’s always been lazy and greedy with food, its not surprising left to her own devices she's gained weight and mother has always been nasty about it… but that was especially nasty considering there was a guest present… I mean she has gained a lot of weight but… god I should go see her but mother will get even angrier...” Luke’s face showed obvious pity for his younger sister and a look of sadness at how she was treated. “Well I’ll go see her.” I replied “You go deal with whatever your parent’s want and maybe ill take her for a ride in the car or something to try and cheer her up?” “Thanks James, yea I think she would like that… ill catch you later yea?” “Sound’s like a plan bud.” I responded in a up beat tone trying to cheer my friend up as well. I walked outside to find Emma sat on the steps outside crying. I sat down next to her and placed a hand on her back. She looked at me in shock her green eyes sparkling with tears. “Hey are you OK?” I asked, Emma shrugged. “Don’t be upset, sometimes parent’s can be cruel, just let it go over your head.” Emma remained silent apart from the odd sniff, I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t just sit here letting her cry. I put my arm around her and gently pulled her in for a hug, she offered no resistance, instead burying her head in my chest. “Why don’t we go off somewhere? Cheer you up, your brother has had to go help your parent’s, he wanted to come see you but...” “tha… that sound nice.” Emma looked up at me, her eyes showing her appreciation for the kind word’s and offer. “Where were you thinking of going?” she asked in a soft, shy voice. “Well we could go for a walk, or go for a drive or if you wanted we could get some food?” I didn’t think she would like the first suggestion but I asked any way, however when I mentioned food, her eyes lit up with excitement. I chuckled “By the look in your eyes you like the idea of getting food.” I said to her. She slowly rotated her bulging body from side to side and the shy look returned to her face. Her belly was slightly on show again as her top had ridden up again, however she hadn't noticed. “Am I that easy to read?” She asked, I once again chuckled. “Yes and it’s not a bad thing, come on let’s get you some food to cheer you up, what do you fancy?” “I really fancy a...” ‘Ping’ Emma was cut off by her phone alerting her to a message. She pulled the phone out of her pocket, having to lean back due to her tight jeans, it was still hard work to pull the phone out from the strained denim. Leaning back caused her top to ride up till it sat just bellow her breasts, I shifted my position so that I was between her and the front gate of her parent’s house so that no one on the street could see her. I couldn’t help but sneak a peak at her huge belly, squeezed into far to tight jeans. I could now see clearly her belly was covered in fresh stretch marks and the button on her trousers really was at the upper limit of what it could take. What Emma hadn’t considered when leaning back was that she didn’t have the stomach muscles to lift her flabby body back into an upright position. She started to fall backwards, however I grabbed hold of her hand and helped her up. Her face went bright red from embarrassment as she quickly pulled her top down over her bulging belly. “tha… thank you...” She stammered avoiding eye contact. “It’s OK, don’t worry, nobody saw, that’s why I moved to here so that nobody other then me could see.” I smiled at her, she quickly looked into my eyes before looking down at her phone and reading the message. “Great… I guess I can’t go get food, my mum has messaged me saying she has cancelled my card so that I can’t buy junk food and get even fatter… thanks mum...” “Well she can’t stop me from buying you food can she?” I replied laughing. “Really? You would buy me food?” “Of course, that was the plan from the start, now where do you want to go?” “thank you… There is a nice little place down the road if it’s still there that serves pizza… I shouldn’t eat pizza though...” “I know where you mean, come on then it will cheer you up!” I stood up and offered Emma my hand, she took it and I pulled her to her feet. We headed for the car and took off to get some food. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact she wanted pizza for lunch, this girl really did like her fatty foods and it showed. We sat down at a table and ordered drinks when we looked at the menu, I had a coffee and Emma had a milkshake made in house. I could see that the milkshake contained more ice cream then milk from the consistency, Emma greedily drank a lot quicker then most people would. “WOW! They do 16” pizzas here! No I shouldn’t… ill just have a 12” meat feast with extra chee…. No just a regular meat feast...” Emma told me finishing off her triple chocolate milkshake with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles “And another milkshake please… god those cheesy nachos sound good though, no ill have the pizza.” the waitress came across, a slim girl about the same age as me. Most people would probably consider her attractive but far too boney for me, she looked down at Emma, almost in disgust, I could see her eyes were looking straight at Emma’s belly, which bulged around the waist band of her jean’s and due to her being sat down a tease of belly which wasn’t covered by her top was on display. “What can I get for you?” the waitress asked me, turning her head from Emma. “Can I get a 16” meat feast with extra cheese, a cheesy nachos, a triple chocolate milkshake with extra whipped cream, a ham egg and chips and another coffee please.” “No problem” she replied, once she had left Emma spoke. “You know I changed my mind to a 12” right? I shouldn’t eat a whole 16”… and I was only thinking about the nachos...” “But you wanted them right?” “Yes but… OK I admit I’m not complaining actually I’m really excited to be honest… but don’t you think it’s too much for me to eat?” “I think if you want it I'm going to get it for you because you need cheering up and I want to.” “Wow… your really nice… I have never had anyone be this nice to me, usually when we used to eat out my mum would only let me eat salad and stuff… I had to sneak out after to go get something that would actually fill me up and not leave me hungry.” “Well you can have whatever you want and as much as you want when you eat out with me.” I said with a laugh. “Don’t say that!” Emma said, finally seeming to cheer up a little. “If you say that ill end up double the size! Can you imagine what my mother would say!” She said chuckling shyly. “Well I have already said it and I assume that means that you you will let me buy you food again?” “Oh I uh… I didn’t mean to presume that you would buy me food again I wasn’t trying to be rude...” “That’s not what I meant, I’m enjoying myself and I would like to do it again.” “Really? You actually enjoy spending time with me? I thought you just felt sorry for me…” “Yes I do enjoy spending time with you, especially now that you have cheered up.” I replied and then the food came. Emma’s face lit up her greedy eyes locked on her food. As soon as the waitress had put the food down Emma started eating, the waitress gave her quick look of disdain before leaving. I ate my ham egg and chips, whilst watching Emma gorge herself on pizza and nachos, I ordered her another milkshake as she almost finished her second one. Every so often Emma would look at me shyly, I would respond with a comforting smile and ask her if she was enjoying it. Her response was always a nod and a shy smile, which I replied with something along the lines of ‘good’ or ‘I’m glad’. I was also taking not of the fact that with every bite her top would show a little more skin as her belly filled up, and the button on her jeans seemed to be under more and more strain. About twenty minuets in to our meal, Emma had polished off just over half her pizza and all of the nachos as well as needing another milkshake and at this point no matter how many times and how hard she tried to pull her top over her bulging gut her top just springer back up to just bellow her breasts. “I’m sorry...” she said quietly trying to hold her top down over her belly. “For what?” I asked. “You must be embarrassed sitting here with me like this...” “Why would I be embarrassed for sitting with a beautiful young lady?” “Beautiful?” Emma said almost shouting, a look of shock on her face. “How can this be beautiful, I’m too fat for my clothes, my fat is bulging out from every where because I can’t help but be a greedy pig and I can’t even stop myself from eating more.” She said in defeat, shoving another piece of pizza in her mouth before picking up her milkshake and downing it… as the last drop of milkshake passed her lips…. *PING* the button of her jeans finally gave up the ghost, flying underneath the table and hitting the metal leg of the table. Her huge bloated belly burst out forcing the zip to undo. As her trousers unzipped themselves her belly burst out landing on her lap, a red ring around her body where the tight trousers had been digging in, the marks on her skin very clear even through all the bright red stretch marks. Emma looked down and froze with shock, staring open-mouthed at her completely exposed belly wresting on her lap her beautiful green eyes wide open. I quickly took my hoodie off and went around to her side of the table, sitting next to her, then put it on her, I had to stretch it to do up the zip. Emma just sat there silently as I put it on her, after I finished I put my arm around her then spoke softly to her. “It’s OK nobody else saw don’t worry.” and put my arm around her. It was a lie, I knew at least six people had looked at her, including the skinny waitress who was sniggering in the corner. I got a box for Emma’s pizza and settled the bill as well as getting a take away milkshake, then lead Emma by the arm to the car. She remained silent, looking completely detached from the world. My hoodie covered the top half of her belly but it was so tight you could see that her jeans were unbuttoned and her belly was visible through the bottom of her trouser zip. As we walked out of the restaurant her belly jiggling with every step she took even though she was bloated. I sat her down in the passenger seat of my car then got into the driver side. “Well I guess this is a good excuse to take you clothes shopping!” I said to her in a cheery voice trying to pick up her spirits. She turned to look at me, her eyes glistening with tears, yet she looked almost hopeful as she looked up at me. “You mean you still want to spend time with me? Even after that?” “Why wouldn’t I?” I asked. “Because I completely embarrassed you and myself in there...” she said, taking her pizza box and milkshake off me and began eating again. “And I’m still embarrassing myself...” “Well I don’t think you embarrassed any one, let’s go to the mall and go shopping for you yea?” “My mum cancelled my card remember? I can’t buy new clothes…” “You can’t, but I can buy you new clothes.” I replied, Emma paused eating and looked at me with disbelief. “You pay for my food and now your willing to buy me clothes? I know Luke always tells me I'm spoilt and get everything I want but… I'm not used to some one, especially a man, other then my family buying me stuff.” “Well I will and want to, so let’s go shall we?” I said cheerily, Emma smiled, her shy smile sweet as ever. We drove off towards the mall, Emma pulled her jeans down under her belly to make it more comfortable as she finished the last few slices of pizza in transit. I couldn’t help but every so often sneak a peak at her cute belly hanging out the bottom of my hoody, every bump in the road making her flabby gut jiggle despite being bloated. Emma lay her head back and closed her eyes, rubbing her belly and letting out a quiet moan of content. We arrived at the mall, Emma attempted to get out of the car by herself before I had got out myself, however she was far to full and fell back into the seat panting. She looked at me with a shy look, “could um… could you help me?” “Of course, give me a sec.” I got out the car and walked over to the passenger side of the car, I took hold of Emma’s hand’s and pulled her out of the car, she leaned against me for a while getting her breath back. I put my arm around her to comfort her. “Sorry I am so full after food.” Emma said quietly still panting and using me as support. “Don’t worry it’s fine, take as long as you need.” I replied. After she had got her breath back and heaved her jeans back around the middle of her belly we headed into the mall. Emma received a few side ways glances as people noticed her due to the exceptionally tight hoody and the outline of unbuttoned jeans through it. Luckily Emma didn’t notice the people looking, instead too busy trying to hide the fact she was out of breath just from walking at a slow pace. Her face was red from the exertion of carrying her fatty body plus the huge meal she had just eaten. We finally made it to a clothes store, I looked again at Emma, I could tell she was exhausted. “Why don’t we sit down for a bit?” I asked pointing at a bench just outside the clothes shop. “Yea that sound’s good.” Emma gasped. We sat down, next to us there was a pretzel stand, the smell of warm dough filled the air. I noticed that despite how full she was, Emma’s eyes kept were locked on the stand. “Do you want one?” I asked chuckling. “Want what?” Emma quickly responded, just as quickly looking down at the floor to try and hide she was eyeing the stand up. “A pretzel? You were staring at them licking your lips.” “No I wasn’t I ummm I ummm I was looking at that sign” Emma pointed a poster on the wall about some movie, however it was obvious from the way she was acting that this wasn’t true. “Are you sure? Ill get you one.” I replied rubbing her back gently, Emma placed her hand’s either side of her stomach and started rubbing her belly. “No… I have already been too greedy and made an embarrassment out of myself… they smell really good though…” “Are you sure?” I could see her desperately fighting herself in her head, her gluttony seemed to be winning as her eyes returned to the stand and she licked her lips once again. “Umm no… well maybe just one? Just a chocolate one, or one with icing ummm or a white chocolate one? No I will just have a chocolate one. I smiled at her and got up to walk over smiling at Emma, of course I was going to spoil her and get her all three of her choices. I walked back with the three large pretzels, Emma didn’t even mention that she only asked for one, she devoured the white chocolate one almost instantly. After licking her fingers clean she looked at me nervously. “What’s up?” I asked, she started playing with her hair and trying to get word’s out. “It’s OK just tell me.” I continued. “Umm well uh… could I lean back on you? It’s kind of… well it’s uncomfortable to sit upright and um I can’t lean back on this bench so uhhh...” I lifted one arm um inviting her to lean on me. She shuffled around so her back was facing me, groaning with the effort, then lent against me. Due to the angle my hand naturally fell on her belly. I could feel how bloated she was, her huge belly rock hard from being stuffed full of food. Emma flinched a little from having her belly touched, I could feel that she was trying to suck it in, to no affect. Her belly was so full that no matter how much she tried to suck in nothing happened, after a few seconds she gave up and carried on eating. I gently rubbed her belly, making Emma let out a soft moan, still eating her pretzels. I couldn’t help but be impressed that she had managed to get her jeans on in the first place, they were tight on her now even though the button was undone and the zip down; she must have really squeezed herself in. I heard some a girl walking past make a comment to the bloke she was walking with “God look at how fat that girl is, look you can see that her trousers are undone, and that hoody is WAY past fitting her and she’s still shovelling junk food in her mouth!” Thankfully Emma was too engrossed in her pretzel to hear. She finally finished the last one, letting out a content sigh. “Wow those were good, can we sit here for a while, I don’t think I’m ready to move?” “Of course, you take your time Emma.” I answered still gently rubbing her bloated belly. Emma turned her neck to look at me and smiled nervously. “You know that feels nice… I’m so full and you rubbing my belly helps…” She told me in a quiet shy voice. “Then ill keep doing it then.” I answered smiling back at her, Emma blushed and looked away, playing with her hair. “OK I think I’m ready to go to the shop now.” Emma told me. “Right, let me help you up then.” I pushed her into a sitting position then stood up and heaved her to her feet, once again the effort leaving her short of breath. Once on her feet Emma started waddling towards the clothes store, moaning quietly from the effort and resting her hand on her belly. We started looking around the store however it was a struggle to find Emma anything in her size, most of the clothes only went up to size eighteen. Eventually after having to try two other stores, we found a shop that sold ‘plus size’ clothing, by this time Emma was exhausted from walking but desperate to find some clothes that fit. “Here are some size 24 clothes! Finally!” Emma said happily. “Um Emma, what size are those jeans your wearing.” “Size 22...” Emma said shyly realising she had just told me her clothes size. “Not to be rude but maybe you should look at size 26?” “No way have I gone to a size 26, 24 will be fine look, ill try these jean’s they have stretch in them any way and ooooo look at that dress!” Emma was eyeing up a black satin dress, it looked a bit over the top to be buying without a special occasion, but if it made her happy I was willing to get it. “Well try it on?” I replied. “Really you’d get it for me?” “If you like it then of course I will.” I said with a smile. Emma grabbed her ‘apparent’ size dress and went into the changing room. A lot of huffing and panting could be heard from Emma behind the curtain, it was obviously a challenge for her to get into the dress. “Um… could you help me please...” Her shy voice called out. “Sure hold on.” I replied, slipping in behind the curtain, where I found a red faced and out of breath Emma. She was in the dress but the zip at the back was not done up. “Could you uh… could you zip me up please?” she asked me in a quiet timid voice. I got in position behind her and zipped her into the dress, it was no small task, Emma defiantly was a size 26 but she was in complete denial that she could have gone up two sizes. She groaned as I slowly managed to do up the zip, compressing her fat body into the tight material, once I was passed her belly it was much easier. “Do I look good?” Emma asked panting, it was clear to see the dress was far too small, every stitch was strained and her flabby body bulged out from anywhere it could, so yea she looked amazing. “You look stunning.” I replied with a smile. “Thanks.” Emma said sweetly, twisting from side to side in a very cute manner. Emma tried on a bunch of other clothes, none of them exactly ‘fitted’ her, they all squeezed her flabby body and left her out of breath from the effort of getting them on, but they did cover her unlike her current clothes. “I like all these, I don’t know which ones to choose...” Emma commented, looking deep in thought at the pile of clothes she had picked out and tried on. “Well don’t then.” I replied laughing, I picked up the pile and walked towards the counter to pay. “You are going to buy me ALL of those?” Emma asked in shock. “Well you need more then a couple of things to wear don’t you?” “Yea but… It’s a lot...” “Don’t worry Emma its fine.” I said with finality placing the clothes on the shop counter. The girl behind the counter smiled at me starting to scan the items through. “That will be £856.80 in total sir.” She said looking rather shocked at how many clothes I was buying for the flabby girl stood next to me. “No problem’s, Emma who don’t you go get us a drink for us from the vending machine when I pay, and get yourself a snack too if you want?” I asked Emma, holding out some cash. “Oh sure, can I get some chocolate please?” Emma asked, sounding excited. “Of course you can.” I answered with a smile, Emma waddled off towards the vending machine just outside the shop, I turned back to the cashier once Emma was out of ear shot. “Could you swap this lot for a size 26 please.” I took out about 75% of the clothes that were in the pile making sure to leave the black dress in the bunch of clothes that I wasn’t asking to swap. “She won’t acknowledge that size 24 is too small for her.” I told the girl with a chuckle. “No problems” The girl replied with a smile, she was a larger girl herself, not quite Emma’s size however she was probably only a size 16. “I wish my boyfriend was so understanding instead of dragging me to the gym all the time and telling me off for eating chocolate.” she answered chuckling and swapping out the clothes. I didn’t correct her on the fact that I wasn’t her boyfriend but I laughed with her. “Well I don’t think any amount of telling off would make any difference and there’s no way you would get her to a gym.” I replied. “I can see that.” the girl said laughing, “I don’t think your getting any change from that £20 note by the look of how many chocolate bars she is getting out of the vending machine, bless her, well as long as she is happy and has some one that makes her feel special that’s all that matters, maybe I should find a man that doesn’t make me feel bad for being fat, he would kill me if I had to walk around with by trousers undone like that.” the girl replied, smiling, however there was a slight sad look in her face. “Trust me, there are plenty of men that would be happy to buy you all the chocolate you could eat and tell you your beautiful even if you pop the button on your trousers from over eating in a restaurant. Don’t worry you will find one,” I said chuckling and smiling at her. She laughed back and seemed to cheer up. “That explains why her trousers look tight even though they are undone.” She chuckled. “Yup!” I laughed, “Thank you very much, and don’t settle for any one that makes you feel bad about yourself!” we then said goodbye and I left the store. Emma and I got into the car, she pulled her trousers under her belly with a sigh of relief letting her belly flow out onto her lap. “I should get changed before going back to my parent’s, god could you imagine my mothers face if she saw me like this!” Emma said, this time laughing about it. “To be honest I don’t really want to stay there… and I don’t know where I could get changed before going either...” “why don’t you come to my place?” “You mean you’d let me stay at yours?” Emma asked, suddenly sounding exited. “Well I actually meant to change, but if you want to stay I would be more then happy for you to do so.” “Oh sorry that was a bit rude of me to assume...” Emma said quietly sounding a bit deflated. “No honestly I would love for you to stay at mine, I just didn’t expect you to want to.” Emma perked up again after that. “Wow thank you, my parent’s are taking me and Luke out for dinner tomorrow… would you be able to come as well? I don’t think I can take all the teasing and telling off I’m going to get for this by myself.” Emma asked shyly, grabbing her bloated belly. “I’d love to.” I replied. We went back to my place, I had a house about fifteen minuets away from Emma’s parents, Emma texted her brother to tell him what was going on so that they didn’t worry about where she was. When we got to my house Emma went to get changed in my bedroom as I waited for her downstairs, I couldn’t help but listen to her get more and more out of breath as she walked up the steps. I was sat on the sofa when she finally returned wearing her new clothes, I had made sure to give her the bag with the size 24 clothes so that she wouldn’t realise I had swapped most of them. She was wearing a black skirt that came down to just above her knees, the waist band that was around the middle of her belly held together by a small leather strap only just about visible due to her belly bulging out. The strap was on the largest hole it had and was under a fair amount of strain. She wore a white button up shirt with a lacy collar that was tucked in under the skirt, the button’s from the neck to under her breasts were normal, however the ones from the breasts down over her belly were slightly strained, causing gaps to form in-between the buttons, revealing little sections of her stretched marked belly. “How do I look?” Emma asked timidly, slowly twirling around, letting me see her back fat also bulging over the waistband of the skirt. “Stunning, you look beautiful.” My remark made the already shy girl go even redder then she was before, she let out a very timid giggle and began playing with her beautiful blond hair. “Do you want to sit down?” I asked patting the sofa next to me, Emma took my offer and fell down onto the sofa with a groan, causing the gaps between her shirt buttons to grow larger and more of her belly to bulge over her waistband. She then reached into the bag of chocolate that she had got from the vending machine and munched on a large Mars bar. “Thank you so much for today, even though that thing in the restaurant happened… I had a great day.” “Your more then welcome, I had a great day as well.” “Really? Oh and I’m umm….” Emma nervously played with her hair then quietly said “I’m sorry about your hoody...” She was obviously embarrassed about the fact that she had stretched my hoody out of shape. “It’s fine don’t worry, It looked cute on you any way.” I said chuckling. “How was it cute? I didn’t realise how obvious it was that my jeans were unbuttoned through it until I looked in your mirror! God people must have thought I’m a right pig… although I did eat so much that they popped so...” She looked at me for a second and then we both burst out laughing. “Well I thought it was cute and it showed off your curves.” I stated after finishing laughing. “Curves? You mean my rolls and flabby bits? James I know I’m fat and disgusting you don’t have to lie to me...” “Emma your not disgusting your a beautiful young woman and there’s nothing wrong with enjoying food and being on the larger side.” Emma went silent, as if deep in thought, a slight smile on her chubby face. After a couple of minuets of silence she spoke up. “Well in that case you won’t think its disgusting that I’m thinking about dinner?” She chuckled, I laughed as well. “Not at all, what would you like? I can cook us something or we can get take out?” “Don’t tempt me with take out!” she playfully slapped me on the arm. “You know I’m too weak to say no!” We ended up ordering KFC, getting a twelve piece family bucket that included four fries and four boxes of popcorn chicken. Emma hadn't moved from the sofa since she sat down and had already eaten another chocolate bar waiting for food. I brought the bucket too her and instantly she dug in. She managed to finish off six pieces of chicken, two packets of the fries and three of the boxes of popcorn chicken. I had three pieces of chicken and one packet of chips, I had to admit they were nice. After she had finished Emma leaned back on the sofa rubbing her belly and groaning. she had had to undo waistband of her skirt half way through her meal letting her skirt fall of her so that she was just sitting on it. Her shirt didn’t quite reach the bottom of her belly any way but now it was unbuttoned up to her breasts. She was breathing heavily between groans and sighs and started to use both hands to rub her fat bloated belly. As her dress was off I could see that she was wearing black lacey underwear, although I could only see it on her hips as her belly covered the front. “God I have eaten too much today even for me, I don’t think I have ever been this full...” she moaned. I gently placed my own hand on her belly and began to rub it. “Does that help?” I asked, Emma let her hands fall off her belly to her side and closed her eyes, letting out a moan. “That feels amazing...” she responded. I continued to rub her belly for quite a while, Emma just lay there eyes shut, moaning every so often in content. I looked at her soft fat thighs, it was obvious she didn’t do much walking as there was very little muscle in her legs, just soft jiggle flesh from her almost limitless gluttony. Eventually Emma fell asleep, I slowly got off the sofa and began to tidy up, every so often looking over to admire the stunning view of a fat, lazy, gluttonous and beautiful girl that lay on my sofa, at one point she coughed in her sleep, making all her soft flesh jiggle. After a few hours I decided to carry her to my bed so that she would be more comfortable. It was far from an easy job, she was a heavy girl, however from years of manual labour in the garage, I was quite a strong bloke, it took a lot of effort but I carried the still sleeping girl to my bed. I tucked her in and then returned to the sofa to get some sleep myself. The morning came, I woke up early so that I could cook Emma a fry up for breakfast: Three sausages; four rashes of bacon; two fried eggs; three hash browns; three pieces of black pudding and a good amount of baked beans. As I was just finishing, a still half asleep Emma walked into the kitchen. She had changed into a tight red top with straps over the shoulders, showing off her flabby arms which also had plenty of stretch marks on them and a pair of flowing pyjama trousers with a stretchy waist band. The Trousers and the top didn’t quite meet in the middle, leaving a gap around her belly in line with her belly button. As she walked in, her belly jiggled with every step; Emma rubbed her eyes and yawned whilst saying “Good morning”. “Good morning, how are you feeling?” “Not as full as I did last night.” She said in a sleepy voice, chuckling slightly. I laughed as well. “Well we can sort that, I have cooked you breakfast.” I told her. “I was hoping that was for me, I could smell it from the bedroom.” She said with a cheeky smile sitting down at the island in the middle of the kitchen. I placed the plate in front of her and an extra large mug of seriously chocolaty hot chocolate made with milk and a few pieces of actual chocolate melted into it. Emma’s sleepy eyes still gave away a look of gluttony as she looked at the food and chocolate despite still being half closed. “I could get used to this.” She said with a giggle. “Well you can stay any time.” I replied with a smile. “Speaking of, how did I end up in bed? I don’t remember pretty much anything after laying back on the sofa.” “I carried you there.” Emma’s eyes were suddenly wide and she looked almost panicked. “YOU CARRIED ME?!” She blurted out. “Yea I couldn’t let you sleep on the sofa could I?” Emma bit her bottom lip and started playing with her hair again. “Tha… Thank you, god how on earth did you carry me up those stairs?” I just smiled at her and chuckled. Emma began to eat her breakfast. “I need to leave for work now, you can stay here if you want or I can get you a taxi back to your parent’s? Sorry I can’t wait till you finished your food otherwise ill be late.” “Is it OK if I stay here? I really don’t feel like facing my mother without you there...” “Of course you can, you can stay here as long as you like, here ill leave you some cash for lunch, most companies deliver here if you don’t want to go out.” I placed £50 on the kitchen island. “Thank you… I seriously never thought id be treated like this, I thought id spend the whole time being degraded by my mother for how fat I have become…” “Your more then welcome, and ignore her, you don’t have to be skinny in this world, you like your food and there is nothing wrong with that. And any way, you are a lovely person which is more important any way, the fact that your stunning is just a bonus.” I answered smiling, stroking her chubby cheek with the my hand. “Don’t ever think that being bigger means your not beautiful.” Emma’s eyes started to glaze over with tears. “You know I think that’s the nicest thing any one has ever said to me...” Even though her eyes were full of tears, she gave me a massive smile. “Well its true, If you need anything, call me. I have written my number down for you on the fridge.” I smiled back at her before leaving for work. Luke was waiting for me at the garage when I arrived. “Hey man, you ok?” he asked. “Yea good thanks, you?” “Yea I’m good, fed of of my mother going on about Emma’s weight though, is she OK?” “Yea she’s fine, to be honest we had a good time yesterday.” “That’s good, I’m glad she got away, mother never stops going on about her weight and it gets to her. I know she has put on weight but there definitely was no need to embarrass her like that. What did you guys do any way?” “Well we went out to get some lunch, there was a little incident which meant we had to go clothes shopping for Emma so I bought her some new clothes.” James interrupted me, not that he was being rude. “You bought them? That was nice of you but why?” “Well your mum cancelled Emma’s card so that she, and I quote ‘she has cancelled her card so that she can’t buy junk food and get even fatter’” I told him “Wow… seriously...” “Yup, but she needed now clothes as um well… as I said there was a bit of incident.” “What she spilt food on herself or something?” “Um… no… Well she only brought one set of clothes with her because she was going to buy more any way and well… She might have eaten to much to still fit in the ones she was wearing...” “Ohhhh right, yea that sound’s like Emma, she can never admit that she has outgrown her clothes until they literally don’t go around her any more, I remember in school once she wore a shirt that the buttons popped on around her belly every time she sat down… I shouldn’t really be telling you that but...” “It’s fine don’t worry I won’t judge her, I think she’s lovely and I enjoyed her company.” “I’m glad, so what did you do then?” Luke asked as we turned on the lights in the garage and rolled up the doors ready for work. “Well once we got her a load of new clothes we went back to mine because she didn’t want to see your mum.” “I don’t blame her, and a load of new clothes? You mean you bought her more then one outfit?” “Yea quite a bit to be honest, managed to swap some of them without her noticing to a bigger size, like you said she couldn’t accept she had grown more then one size up.” “Jesus man how much did you spend on her yesterday?” “Must have been close to a grand why?” “Mate you really are a good guy aren't you?” “Well I try.” I answered with a chuckle. “But it’s not just that mate, she is your sister so ill tell you now, I like her bud, she makes me happy, and before you ask I was a perfect gentleman I haven’t even told her I like her yet.” “Bro you have my full support.” Luke said, grinning from ear to ear. “It would make me so happy if you two did get together, my best mate and my sister, its like one of those romance stories.” He chuckled before carrying on. “But just to let you know mate, she has never had a boyfriend, so take it easy yea, I mean I know you will any way your that kind of guy. I didn’t see this coming to be honest, I mean for one she’s six years younger then you, I mean she’s nineteen still a teenager just about. And also… well there's a few reasons that she hasn’t had a boyfriend, she s usually VERY shy, it’s amazing she s opened up to you so easily for one! And obviously she’s always been a large girl and now she’s well… not being nasty but she’s kind of huge now, not many people can see past that.” “Well her size isn’t a problem for me, if she likes her food and she’s happy that’s all that matters to me.” “That’s good to hear bud, because I can almost guarantee, she is probably never going to lose weight, my mother has been trying for years but Emma is just too greedy, and has no self control when it comes to food.” I chuckled at that remark. “I gathered, it’s not hard to tell that food is on her mind most of the time.” “Yea, no matter how much mother tried to force her to eat salad or whatever, she would always find a way to get hold of junk food, I found her once in the bathroom trying to hide the fact she was eating a bucket of KFC, god I shouldn’t be telling you these embarrassing stories about her.” “It’s fine mate, to be honest I think it’s kind of cute.” Luke laughed and patted me on the back. “Maybe we should get on with work, Emma text me you were coming over for food at my parent’s toning with her?” “Yea mate, hopefully your mum won’t force salad on Emma!” I said jokingly. “You don’t have to worry about that, My uncle is over cooking a BBQ for us, he’s a chef, Emma and him are closer then she is with our parent’s. It might have something to do with the fact that he enjoys his food too, admittedly not as much as Emma. Also he loves cooking for Emma as she always appreciates his cooking, mother hates it but she can’t argue with her brother.” Luke laughed. “He always spoils Emma, I remember we went on holiday with him once, mother was furious when he left as Emma put on almost a stone from him cooking for her.” “Sound’s brilliant, I love a good BBQ.” Luke and I got to work, as usual we had a good laugh and chatted between jobs, but worked hard when we needed to. Finally it was time to close the garage, me and Luke said our good byes and headed our separate ways to get ready to meet at his parent’s house later on. I arrived home to find Emma asleep on the sofa, wearing the same as she was this morning, I couldn’t help but look at her belly, her top still not covering her belly button or anything on the same level. Her belly moving up and down with her breathing. As I looked I couldn’t help but think that She really did have a lot of stretch marks, her gluttony really did show. Next to her was several chocolate wrappers as well as a MacDonald bag. I quietly picked up the rubbish, looking at the receipt to see what Emma had eaten out of curiosity. The receipt read: Two large big mac meals, one chicken nuggets, an apple pie, two two litre bottles of coke and two Mcflurries. After I tidied up I sat down next to Emma and gently stroked her cheek to wake her up. “Oh hi.” Emma said sleepily. “Hey you.” I replied. “Did you have a good day? “Yea thank you, did you?” “Yea can’t complain.” I replied with a smile. Emma stretched, causing her top to lift up to the top of her belly and her trousers to ride down a bit, revealing more of her fat belly and stretch marks. As she stopped stretching she rested her head on my shoulder as I had my arm on the back of the sofa and curled up to me on her side. I smiled to myself looking at how cute she looked all snuggled up. I also noticed that her belly was hanging off the edge of the sofa, almost flowing down the side. I moved the arm I had on the sofa so that it was laying on her, my hand on the side of her belly. I gently rubbed her belly, Emma let out a moan, sleepy yet obviously a moan of pleasure. I couldn’t help myself, I gently grabbed a handful of her soft fat body. Emma, to my surprise, giggled “That kind of feels nice, it makes me feel safe.” she smiled with her eyes still closed, then moved her hand that was on top of her to pull down her trousers under her belly, then grabbed her flabby belly from the bottom and gently squeezed. “Ive never done that before, I have always hated touching my belly, or anything touching my belly, I feel so fat when I sit down by a table and my stomach is pressed against the side of the table. Although that basically happens every time I eat at a table nowadays. Still doesn't feel as nice when I do it compared to when you do.” She took my hand and pulled it to the front of her belly, then clenched her hand around mine to make me squeeze her huge soft fat belly. Emma let out a slightly louder moan of pleasure, then suddenly she realised what she was doing. “Oh god I so sorry I was half asleep god that is so embarrassing, god I’m so sorry.” she stammered, panting from the effort of getting herself back into a sitting position. “Emma calm down its fine.” I told her, putting my arm around her. “Don’t worry so much everything is OK.” I continued, putting my other hand on her belly. “You really don’t think I’m a lazy disgusting pig? Oh god I fell asleep with all the wrappers around me god I must have looked like such a fat slob… who am I kidding I am a fat slob...” “Emma calm down, I don’t think your disgusting!” I pulled her into a hug, she buried her head in me. After about five minuets she calmed down. “Sorry, I’m just so used to being teased for being so fat… I’m not used to some one not telling me how fat I am or how disgusting it is that I’m this fat...” “Well I will never tease you or tell you your disgusting, because your not, you are a beautiful person who is also beautiful not disgusting at all.” “But I’m only nineteen and this size… I don’t think I have ever met any one my age who is this big.” “Trust me Emma your not the fattest nineteen year old, and even if you were, you would still be stunning.” Emma blushed and finally smiled again. “You really know what to say to cheer me up don’t you?” she said in a sweet voice. “All I have to do is tell you the truth and it seems to work. Now would you like some help getting into that dress to go over to your parent’s house? You said you wanted to wear it didn’t you?” “Oh… yea please, can you help me up as well sorry? Your sofa is so comfortable but it seems to suck me in.” She said with a shy giggle. “I had to answer the door to the delivery guy earlier and I was completely out of breath and sweating because it was so hard to lift myself out of it.” “Of course no problem’s.” I said smiling at her, after I helped her up we went to the bedroom to get her dress on. “Ill wait outside till your ready for my help.” “Well um… its kind of hard to even get on… could you stay and help?” “Sure.” Emma started taking off her clothes, it was obvious she was nervous about taking them off but to be honest both of us knew that I had basically seen all of it before, it wasn’t as if she was taking her bra or underwear off. I couldn’t help myself but look at all her the rolls and stretch marks, the way her body jiggled with every movement was impossible not to notice. We finally started to pull the dress over her squishy frame, it slid easily over her head and cheast, not that her breasts were particularly small; yet it was only when it was time to pull the dress over her belly that it became a struggle. Together we squeezed her into the black satin dress and did up the zip, once again I was amazed by how good she looked bulging out of such a tight dress. Emma turned around and looked up at me with her big green eyes shimmering behind her glasses. “Do you really think I look good in this?” “Yes I do, I think you look absolutely gorgeous.” Emma smiled and looked at the floor. “Nobody has ever told me I look beautiful; or gorgeous; or stunning before you, the best I ever got was ‘It’s very slimming’ or ‘It makes you look skinnier’ and stuff like that… It never rely made me feel good because it was as if they were saying ‘It changes the way you look for the better’ not that I looked good in it.” “Well Emma, I’m telling you now, that dress doesn't make you look good, you make that dress look amazing. You are the one that is gorgeous and beautiful, not the dress.” Emma burst out crying and hugged me suddenly. “You really are the nicest person I have ever met, I have never felt good about myself before, and yet when you say stuff like that for a few moments I don’t feel like the fat mess that I am.” “Emma, the fact that your a big girl does not mean your a mess or that your not beautiful or attractive, one day I will get you to believe that.” Emma and I set off for her parents house in the car. Emma was quiet since I told her that one day I would get her to believe the fact that she is beautiful, however she had had a shy little smile on her face since. We arrived and I helped her out of the car, it was even harder for her to move about as the dress didn’t allow for much movement. We walked straight around to her parent's garden instead of through the house. Suddenly there was a booming voice and a stocky man walked up to us. “EMMA! Good to see you girl, it’s been a long time.” the man embraced Emma in a hug. “You have been enjoying your food I can see.” He said after the hug, patting Emma’s protruding belly. “That’s my girl, don’t let your mother tell you its bad to enjoy your food, if she wants to blow away in the wind let her!” He said chuckling, I could see Sarah in behind near the garden table, her face like thunder. “And is this your boyfriend?” he asked Emma looking at me, Emma went the deepest shed of red I had ever seen somebody go. She started stammering incoherent things, not making any sense, Luke then stepped in. “This Is James uncle Brian, my friend and boss, he only met Emma yesterday but mum upset her so she staid at his.” I extended a hand to shake Brian’s, he reciprocated. “Good hand shake, you should keep hold of this one Emma. I hope you have been looking after my niece James!” Emma went an even deeper shade of red, I didn’t think it was even possible. “Yes sir.” I replied “It’s Brian, no need to be polite with me, I’m not as up tight as my sister and her husband, is that a new dress Emma?” “Ye… Yes uncle.” Emma stammered, just about regaining herself. “When did you get that?” “Yesterday, James bought it for me...” She replied. “Ohhhhh not your boyfriend but he’s buying you clothes?” Brain smirked. “Well I suppose considering your mother cut you off he was just being a gentleman as you didn’t have a card to pay with.” I could see Sarah getting angrier by the minuet. “Right let’s eat then shall we? You must be hungry Emma, why am I even asking your always hungry, she’s got a good appetite this girl!” Emma looked sheepishly at the floor, I got the impression that this was usually a bit of a laugh when Brian talked to her like this but due to the huge amount of weight Emma had gained recently and the fact that I was here, it was making her feel uncomfortable. I took her hand, she looked up at me and I smiled at her, suddenly she seemed to cheer up, as if all she needed was a bit of support. We sat and talked for a bit, Sarah every so often dropping a sly comment about Emma’s weight and how tight the dress was on her, however Emma now seemed to be brushing it aside and taking no notice, which infuriated her mother. After a while Brian served up food, every one except for Sarah had quite a large plate of the usual BBQ food, except for Sarah who chose only to have salad and one sausage. However I did notice that Brian gave Emma an extra large serving, giving her a wink. We all ate, the food was amazing, I came to the end of my plate and was stuffed. Every one put their plate down, except for Emma, Brian had kept asking us all if we wanted any more, Emma had been the only one to say yes… every time. I was sat next to her and I could see that her belly was becoming more and more bloated from the copious amounts of food she was eating, seemingly oblivious to the fact she had eaten probably double compared to every one else. Emma took another burger off Brian and started to eat it, then suddenly *RIP* Emma’s dress either side of her belly split at the seams her fat bulging out. Emma froze for a second a look of panic in her eyes. Sarah spoke up “Emma stop eating you have had enough look at you! You have split your new dress! God how did you let yourself get this fat!” Emma once again went bright red, however she looked down at her still half full plate of food with desire. “But… I’m still hungry.” Emma replied, it was evident in her voice she was nervous and embarrassed. “You have had enough, you making a pig out of yourself, look at you, your bulging out of that dress in every direction it’s disgusting.” “She is enjoying herself Misses Parker, and I can’t blame her the food was lovely.” I told Emma and Luke's mother, fed up of her having a go at Emma and being nasty. “It doesn't matter if she is enjoying herself or not, what matters is that she is so fat now that she looks like she wouldn’t be able to even be able to fit in the chairs in the dining room! Emma you will never have a perfect body like mine unless you get a hold of yourself, your disgusting you weighed more then me when you were only twelve! And now look at you! Your a pig!” I could see Emma trying to ignore her, but her eyes were filling with tears. Brian was about to chip in but I got there first. “Well Misses Parker a lot of people would argue with you about your body being perfect, I for one don’t find you attractive at all, especially your personality which id say is more important then looks any way, your daughter is also a lot prettier then you any way. And to be honest when Emma isn’t around you she seems to be much happier then you ever do even on one of your good days. Not every one can be skinny in this world, and if food makes her happy then let Emma be happy. Your daughter is not obligated to live up to your expectations, its her choice what she does not yours.” “Couldn’t have said it better myself young man!” Brian shouted. “Finally somebody has put you in your place sister! Eat up Emma, ignore your mother.” Sarah’s was in complete shock, her mouth wide open, she sat there frozen like that for a good ten seconds before getting up and storming off, her husband who barely talked following in toe.

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Hey I'm looking for some porn recommendation for me and my girlfriend. I'm into chubby and bigger girls and feeding/weight gain. I've told my fantastic girlfriend about my kink recently and she has been really open minded and supportive, although she probably wouldn't identify as a feedee. Still, I'm a passionate cook and she likes good food and recently we adopted the habit of eating desert in bed which slowly turned to me feeding her She is tall and pretty slim, but gained about 4kg(9lbs) during the last six months, which drives me crazy of course. I would not say she is specifically into gaining but she doesn't mind that she gets bigger and she told me that she liked her new extra softness during cuddling and sex. One year ago she used to complain about being to "thin and bony". Her dirty talk has also been about her getting bigger recently and she is often teasing me with pictures of food she is eating. It's very important for both of us to be honest and open regarding our kinks and sexual preferences. We do a lot of pillowtalk/pillowchat and also share porn videos we like, research new sex positions together, share pics of other men and women we find attractive, etc. We're kinda in a long-distance relationship and only meet on every other weekend so this "virtual" part of the sex live is really important for us. So now I'm looking for some video content that both of us would enjoy to watch, and that contains some feeding, belly play, possibly cuddling and sex. We both prefer to watch soft, sensual sex with long foreplay and cuddling. We're not into watching BDSM related stuff and also don't like over-extensive close-ups of genitalia. My girlfriend likes porn where the woman's whole body gets oiled up and massaged. She is into tall, muscular, Viking-type men. The male model should also be completely visible inside the frame - not just some anonymous hands. The female model could be any size from chubby to larger BBW. Please reply, if any clip comes to your mind and feel free to ask me anything!

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.

Hi, I'm looking to buy the two clips pictured in these screen grabs! I'm a huge fan of Nikki Brooks, and I'd like to add these to my collection. Thanks for the help!

Does anyone know of any pregnant feedees/gainer models on here or other sites? Those are my two favorite kinks, and seeing them combined is the best! I'd love to support any expecting model if possible. The bigger the belly the better, always! If you know of any, please link or list them!

"The Chef John Show" is a marvelous story, which had been posted on Dimensions some time ago, but now it's gone. I have Ch 2, 3, 4 saved, but Ch 1 and some later Chapters (I believe they existed) are missing. So, if anyone can add the link to the full story or post the missing Chapters here, please do it.