back when you first started meeting up with your feeder, you knew you'd end up with some extra pounds. it'd be silly to assume anything else.

...but god, this?
nothing could've prepared you for this.

you were putty in their hands. all the years of repressed feelings, suddenly let loose by their teasing words left you completely helpless against their fattening machinations.
and now? here you were - more lard than person, their prize hog.

you should've seen it coming... the way their meals seemed a little bit bigger every time, the way their shakes always seemed a little creamier than the last one, how big your appetite was getting, how common stuffings were becoming, how often the funnel was becoming an inseparable part of them... how often you'd beg for it... 
...but it all just felt too good to question, too wonderful to taint the blissful haze you were in with such silly thoughts, your food-addled brain too busy with stuffing more lard down your maw to think about anything else.

you catch yourself kneading idly at your gut. you really gotta cut back, you shouldn't keep going...

...and then, you hear familiar footsteps. just the sound is enough to send a hunger pang through your body nowadays. seconds later, they walk through the door, a cartful of food behind them. your gut rumbles hungrily, silencing any doubts you might've had.

...you'll think about all this stuff later. can't let the food go cold, after all~

#fatfur #weightgain