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  1. My Weight Gain Progress: Weigh-In and Measurements Length: 5:02 Min. Excerpt (truncated):Ever since starting the industry in April five years ago, Quinn says she's gotten a lot fatter. She drops her heavy belly, "I remember when it used to be so flat, and when I could see my feet." She measures her belly, butt, chest, and thighs.After getting her measurements, Quinn steps on the scale. She tells you how much she used to weigh, and then shows you how much she weighs now. She giggles as the scale does a full 360! "The scale doesn't even work for how fat I am!" Although she is almost too fat for the scale, she is still able to get her weight.Watch Video and Read Full Description: My Weight Gain Progress: Weigh-In and Measurements
  2. New video and photos set out now Watch me work out, the full version of this video is on my website. ( The next day I was in pain, poor muscles. lol ) https://www.connectpal.com/gainingniki
  3. Bloated Belly Girl Stuffs Herself With BurgersLength: 13:37 Min. Excerpt (truncated):I am going to be 250 pounds of pure fat ass! My butt, belly, and boobs are going to be so heavy...so big. I might even get one of those FUPAs. My belly is already starting to go past my underwear.You know what...I wonder if it hangs. Oh, I think it does! I can't wait for it to touch the couch. It feels so good to let it hang down like that. I wonder if it can swing from side to side.Watch Video and Read Full Description: Bloated Belly Girl Stuffs Herself With Burgers
  4. On Sunday May 20th, I'll be doing a live 3 hour show where I will be eating over 14k calories worth of food. If you would like to join in, and view the show then go to my website: cenobitelilith.com and select "Monthly LIVE stuff show". Aside from a huge table covered in food being consumed by me, there will also be plenty of belly play, and a few other fun surprises. For those of you who miss the show, you can always buy a condensed version from my clips4sale, and manyvids store later that night, or the following morning, Id upload it here, except that it would be too big of a file. Hope to see you there.
  5. Hi curvage , My name is mark and i am currently 18 going to be 19 soon. I live on the southside of Chicago and am interested in feeding. If there are any ladies nearby or if anyone would just like to talk I am an open person, and easy to talk to!
  6. I want to sit down and record my thoughts and opinions on the state of feedism today. Please share your on thoughts on past, present, and future of feedism. Things have certainly come a long way since I was boy, and it hasn’t really been that long since then. Back then you were lucky to hear even the slightest hint that something such as feedism even existed, and that was only on trashy talk shows like the Maury Show. I didn’t truly know that it was a thing that existed outside of myself until my family got our first computer, and one night up alone I stumbled onto the Freshman 15 Challenge website. The Internet was a barren place. There was hardly a place to turn for guys who liked big women, even fewer for guys into feedism and weight gain, save a few Yahoo!Groups. Feedees? You could probably name every single known feedee at the time and the list wouldn’t even top 20. Fast forward to 2016 and there are more feedees than you could possibly count. There are new feedees joining the scene, posting content, and starting blogs on a daily basis. Where people were once very closeted about their fetish, and feedees very hesitant to act on their desires, so many people are today are leaping right in wholeheartedly. At the same time, you see a lot more feedees just casually engaging with their fetish, moving into and out of the lifestyle as their mood changes. There are more spaces, sites, media, etc. for feedists to connect and network than ever before. And as the network expands and the amount of content grows, I think people are becoming more comfortable and even enthusiastic about their fetish.
  7. KyraKane

    Weekly Poll

    Current Votes! First POLL: 6 Days LEFT to VOTE!! What is the next Stuffing Challenge you want from me? 2 Dozen Doughnut Challenge(5 Votes) Taco Bell Taco Party Pack Challenge(2 Votes) 1 Box of Eclairs Challenge (2 Votes)
  8. Toddzilla923

    Any info or pics of This big bellied beauty

    Does anyone have any info on this amazing woman she hit such a great lvl of giant belly beforr she disappeared and im hoping someone else remembers also the only names i can remember she used was softly or lush any more infor or pics will be greatly appreciated thanks 🙏
  9. nomercy58

    Hello there!

    Hey there guys. I'm a 22 year old male living near Denver, CO. I've been a member for about two years but I kept on forgetting to do this. I would consider myself to be a feeder and I love seeing women get pudgy. Nice to meet you guys and I hope you have a good day!
  10. Gustave Dore

    Bay Area looking 4feedee

    Bay Area looking for a hot date I'm very chill and would love to take you out no pressure on the kinks - just wanna have fun and kiss your belly button -ect
  11. I'm pretty sure this dude is on here
  12. Misterjablez

    Toronto Feeder

    So yea, I'm really bad at this kinda thing. I live in Brampton but I'm cool with anyone in the GTA. I haven't been having much success with ** or Fantasy Feeder so I thought I'd give this place a shot
  13. Guest

    Profile stats for gainers?

    As many active users on this website are into weight gain, instead of updating their weight via posts in their threads they could have the option of updating their weight gain (and measurements?) in a graph. Yay or nay?
  14. slugowl

    SHORT STORY: Gwennie-bee

    NOTE: This piece does have a sex scene and speaks briefly of depression and suicidal tendencies. If for some reason you do not wish to read that, then don't continue with this piece of literature. Gwennie-bee It started with Krispy Kreme. Half a dozen. No, not the crummy glazed only doughnuts, but the good stuff. Creme, custard, chocolate with sprinkles. Stuff with personality and flair. I already thought Gwen was beautiful, but something about a smudge of chocolate on the corner of her lips always made me swoon a little more than usual. After work I'd make a point of joining Gwen at her apartment with a box of doughnuts in hand. Forget sharing -- I knew I'd get my hand ripped off if I even tried. We'd known each other for around eight years and I already knew her favorites. If she was having a bad day, skip the doughnuts and go straight to a large hot chocolate and several containers of doughnut holes. Smaller and easier to fit multiples in your mouth at once. We'd curl up on the couch and watch whatever movie she wanted while she chowed down on them. She had the silkiest hair; it always reminded me of the Blue Fairy from Pinnochio -- golden and angelic. It was like some special treat to be allowed to brush the golden locks. Bright blue eyes and plump, rosy cheeks. To me she was a dream. I knew she had issues with her self image, but tried to not push the subject one way or the other. Rather than have her dwell on such things, I'd nudge her in the side and offer her whatever delectables might be nearby. "Come on, Gwennie-bee. Let's get out of here." With a quick munch of something to take the edge off, we'd be out the door and on our way to either the nearby park or to the arcade. While I might love the sounds of birdsong, Gwen was most at ease with the music of Pacman or DDR in the background. She was always too shy to dance, but loved watching me in front of the screen. She said my feet moved quicker than lightning. Even though she said she'd never join me, I noticed her feet bouncing along to the rhythm as I danced. It gave me a weird sort of peace. I hated leaving her at night. I could see the brightness in her eyes dim when we'd part ways at the front door. She worked from home and, other than myself, only really interacted with others online. It was our time face-to-face that really brought her the closeness I could tell she craved. During the eight years I'd known her, she'd gone from a cute little round thing of maybe two hundred pounds to a voluptious goddess of four hundred. Even though I knew it pained her to look in mirrors, I found myself making up any excuse I could for selfies with her. I genuinely enjoyed having photos of us together, but I can't deny that getting to see those adorable chipmunk cheeks was a wonderful way to end a night away from her. Around the third year I'd known her, I gave her the nickname Gwennie-bee. Though I've insisted multiple times that bees do not count as animals, she still calls them her favorite one. I've since bought her an army of bumblebee plushies, blankets adorned with the fuzzy bumblers, and even endured the horror that is the Bee Movie at least once a year. She doesn't seem to actually like the film, but we enjoy getting drunk and making fun of it together into the wee hours of the morning. If three a.m. hits and neither of us are tired, we stumble drunkenly into the kitchen together to make mac-n-cheese and bake cakes. She loves Funfetti. It looks so simple until you cut it open and see all the bright colors underneath. "It's unassuming," she said, "because you never know just what is on the inside." In my mind, I wonder if she really means the cake or herself. If anything described Gwen's personality, a rainbow would probably be it. With her wide range of emotion, she was hardly boring and no adventure was ever truly the same as the last. I've been there with her through fad diets and when those diets crashed and burned. I've been with her through the adoption of a kitten and with her when they had to put the little guy to sleep after he was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer. I've been at her side when her cunt of a mother told her men would never find her beautiful enough to marry if she didn't lose weight. I grabbed her hand outside of her mother's vision and gave it a squeeze. I told her mother I thought Gwen was beautiful and received a reply of rolled eyes. "Gay men don't get to say such things." I'll let her believe I'm gay as long as she likes, but really I've just been enjoying my time at her daughter's side. It's never felt like the right time to push forward and, honestly, I'd much rather just have her be happy. If that means I can only sit and watch on the sidelines, I'll happily accept it. Gwen will sometimes call me with tears choking her. It will be so late in the night that it's early with the sidewalks littered with suspicious individuals and cops patrolling the streets half-heartedly. I'm not sure if they'd come to my aid even if they saw me being mugged, to be quite honest. She'll ask if I can come over and hesitantly tell me that The Darkness is back. I don't ask questions and I don't care for my own safety. I powerwalk through the dark streets past sleeping homeless figures on benches and make my way up the flights of stairs to her apartment door with frozen pizza in hand. We'll curl up together close on the couch while the food bakes in the oven and I console her as best I can. It always breaks my heart to hear her crying, but this is something more. I've never struggled with my own suicidal urges, but I know the kiss of depression all-too-well. I'm no fool: I know a love confession won't bring her back from the edge, but I sometimes hope that it might curb the feeling if I were to do so. Still I hold back, brushing the golden strands of hair from her face and gently wiping the tears from her soft cheeks. "Don't cry, Gweenie-bee. You'll get tears in your ears." After a few slices of pizza and a bit of tender love and care, she'll perk up. I'll sleep on the couch and jump up at the slightest sound of unrest from her bedroom. I either go in late to work or call out entirely. I have a life outside of her apartment, but it isn't very exciting. Business conversations, flashy suits, expensive ties, snobby women who think they're God's gift to women in their skin-tight pencil skirts when I actually just inwardly shudder at the mental image of their visible ribcages. Gwennie has not only been enough for me, but more than. Her blue eyes alight with fire, like the hottest part of a flame, when she finds something she loves and is passionate about. She can sing better than any popular singer on the radio today and her voice puts me at ease after a long, stressful work day. She's an amazing baker, but not so great at cooking. Bless her heart, she tries to learn what I can teach her, but even a fried egg can end up burned in no time. So I let her handle cookies, muffins, and pies while I tend to simple bachelor meals like spaghetti, Ramen, maybe the odd TV dinner here and there. She'll always out-eat me. If I have half a pizza, she'll finish it off and eat another whole box by herself. If I eat half a dozen doughnuts, she'll wolf down a baker's dozen. Sometimes I'm almost certain she's not even hungry -- more that she's just showing off and maybe also not wanting to share her favorites with anyone. Not even me. I'd never dream of taking her custard filled delectables from her. I try to stay quiet and relaxed in my seat when she behaves like this, but really I can't help but squirm as I watch her stuffing herself. Every pound brings her closer to a goddess in my eyes. I always wonder if I can bring myself to tell her this or if she'd even believe me. The last thing I'd ever want in this life is to hurt her, and with the life she's led I know it couldn't possibly be received well. Baggy dresses easily become skin-tight on her with slightly stretching seams and buttons screaming for mercy at their connection points. Skin-tight dresses become short skirts. I encourage her, albeit selfishly, to wear them as casual loungewear around the apartment when I visit. She obliges unwittingly and I get a cheap, free show for the evening. I mentally berate myself once I've left, but I can't help but be weak to those bulging thighs and the most plump, squishable calves on the planet. We hit nine years together as friends. The year has us enjoying playful cheek kisses beneath the mistletoe, playing gingerly in piles of leaves out in the public park, her finally learning to not burn a fried egg, and me finally convincing her to wear strapless dresses or anything with little-to-no sleeves. She no longer shies away from my outfit suggestions, though her explanation why is a bit discouraging. "You're the only one who visits me anyway. No one else will see me in this." It hurts because I think the world is missing out on this lovely vision before me, but that selfish dragon rears its head inside me and says how good it is to have her be mine alone. I enjoy walking behind her on the staircases on the way down. Hearing her pant for breath barely even a single flight down leaves me struggling to hide a raging boner as I lead her to our destination when we finally hit the bottom landing. I enjoy walking behind her even more for that enticing rocking rhythm of her hips and her protruding ass cheeks barely inches from my face. Times that a million fold if she's in a skirt or dress -- with fat rolls so large you can't even manage a true panty shot through all of them. I don't think it's ever crossed Gwen's mind that these are things I'd think or do in our day-to-day time together as she's never once viewed herself this way before. I've never viewed her as anything other than gorgeous and, as time has passed, that belief has only solidified. By year ten, I got another late night phone call. The choking tears on the other end of the line. I wasn't able to make out all of what she said to me, but I managed to cut her off and tell her I'd be there shortly. On the way out the door I grabbed a box of doughnuts we'd not finished the night before. Though a little stale, they'd be a suitable peace offering. Out on the sidewalk, I dodged puddles of liquid that I hoped were water rather than the piss of a homeless man. I waved awkwardly to a cruising police car outside her complex and hastily made my way upstairs. Even before I reach her landing, I can hear her sobs. They carry more weight than usual and when I gently rap at the door, she chokes out to me tht it's already open. I turn the knob and let the door swing inward, kicking it closed behind me as I take in the sight. She's sprawled mostly on the couch, but partially on the hardwood floor. Her knees look red, but they're nothing compared to her puffy eyes. The legs of the couch seem to have finally given out under her weight and it's led to Gwen having a nasty tumble onto the ground. Between her cries I can make out the words of her fear on what the lower neighbors must think when the fat whale nearly crashed through their ceiling and how she's lucky to not have broken through even the floor. Then she laugh-sobs and corrects herself -- perhaps she wasn't lucky. The spiel goes on until she wears herself out and I gingerly try to offer her the box of doughnuts. For the first time, I see her rage. I recognize it as self-hatred rather than being truly directed at me. "Get those the fuck AWAY FROM ME." They fall behind me under the coffee table and stop sliding across the wood when they hit the legs of it. I gingerly reach out to her. With no doughnuts in hand, she allows my hand to rest on her cheek. Her face is warm and flushed despite the thick caking of tears resting on her cheeks. Slowly, with my free hand, I scoop the two busted couch legs out of sight of her and kneel in front of her. "Gwennie-bee, hey..." I firmly force her head in my direction to look at me. "It's going to be alright." The stream of disagreements comes instantly. I let her speak for a few seconds before finally saying 'to hell with it' and leaning forward toward her. The silence that ensues as I kiss her is beyond deafening. She doesn't pull away from me, but I can't be certain that it's from shock or enjoyment. When I finally pull back, it's to see her eyes glistening with tears. Before I can say anything she whispers, "I think you should go." I stay knelt in the same position and wait to see if she'll say more. My silence and disobedience seem to bring her discomfort. Not from my presence, but because she can't decide how to respond to it. Finally, I break the silence. "You're the most beautiful woman, Gwen. I wish you could see it." She doesn't speak. Silent tears make their way down her cheeks, plastering escaped strands of hair to her face. I move to push them out of the way and she recoils for a moment before finally leaning into my touch. She seems uncertain. "Do you think I'm going to take advantage of you...?" I ask, pushing the hair aside so that I might read her expressions clearly. Her nod actually stings. "No one would look at me...at anyone...like this...and say those things..." her voice keeps cracking as she struggles to hold back sobbing. At long last, she meets my eyes, "Why...are you lying to me?" With a sigh, I reach behind me to move the doughnut box onto the table. I busy myself for longer than necessary with making sure its contents are alright and that the box is situated somewhere where it won't fall down. Taking a deep breath, I try to choose words carefully, "I've loved you for a very long time. I've loved so many parts of you, Gwen. From your precious snub nose to your overwhelming love of bees. Even though you have moments like this, you come out of it stronger the next day. You always surprise me, you always make me happy...you always have aroused me. What you hate so much, I've always enjoyed. Just...quietly." Silence. And then. "You're...not gay?" I'm so amused that my laughter is silent at first. Then It comes out in a torrent, all at once, choking me so that it ends in a coughing fit. When it's finally under control again, I notice that though her eyes look tired and weak from crying, there are no more tears forming. I try to find my voice and word things in the least piggish way I can. "Why do you think I suggested all those outfits over the last few years? Like tank tops -- your arms are probably one of my favorite parts on your body." The confusion passes over her face as she looks at her arms and the flab dangling from them. She has yet to look anything more than perplexed and drained. There's no energy in Gwen to truly fight the things I'm saying, so she resigns herself to quiet resignation. I can tell there's a lot she wants to say, but really there's only one thing I want an answer for in this moment. "Despite thinking I've been gay this whole time, how...have you felt about me?" She blinks. "You?" I run my hand back and forth across the back of my neck. "Am I...just a friend, or...have there been any feelings...? Ever?" Her nod is so slight that it can be almost registered as nothing at all. "I just...never made a move. Even if you weren't gay I've always been...this." She gestures helplessly to the busted couch beneath her, tipped sideways like the sinking Titanic. I feel a blush rising in my cheeks and shift myself to hide what might already be obvious. "You probably don't want to hear this, but...it's honestly really sexy. To me, at least." "It's sexy that my size ruins everything I touch?" she sounds defeated again. I move to try to sit next to her, ignoring the creaking sound of the couch beneath us. "No, it's sexy that your body has the strength to do something like that. It's gonna sound cheesy, but..." my hand returns to the back of my neck. A nervous habit I've never been able to drop. "I've always thought of you like a goddess. So if anything it just enhances the whole Goddess of Destruction vibe." It actually earns a chuckle, but I can see tears welling up again. "I don't think I believe you." I gingerly reach for hand and squeeze it. "If...you get uncomfortable, you can stop me. Okay?" She looks confused, blinking and releasing a couple more teardrops. They hang in her eyelashes like trembling diamonds. Even in this state she takes me breath away. Hair disheveled. Makeup from the morning streaked through by her crying. Her body squeezed into a too-tight dressing gown since she didn't anticipate company. I can see more rolls than usual in the barely-there garment she's wearing now. The curve of her belly is overwhelming, hanging over the edge of the couch cushions. I can see the peek of lovehandles through the thin fabric at her sides and I move my hand from the back of my neck instead to her back to feel the lumps of fat beneath that rest there. I pull her slightly closer to me but close the distance myself and kiss her again. The teardrops in her eyelashes pass from hers to mine as she flutters them in surprise. I feel her eyes close and she accepts the kiss, but her body is still tense. I pull back, waiting for a verbal response. Nothing comes so I lean in again, moving my hand up and down on her back to count the rolls beneath her gown there. Without even realizing it, my other hand has begun gripping at her belly and she pushes me away. I begin apologizing but she shakes her head. "I don't know for sure you aren't lying." I glance between her and the coffee table. "I...can maybe prove it to you, if you...trust me?" Rather than wait for permission that I know won't come, I lift open the dougnut box's lid and pull out one of the doughnuts nestled there. "Custard's your favorite, right?" A small nod eventually answers my question. I bring it to her lips and squeeze until custard oozes out the side. My free hand is already on her belly but she doesn't push me away this time. Honestly, anxiousness and fear has changed to intrigue. "Eat, Gwennie. It's okay." I gently smear the custard over her lips like an overly viscous lip gloss. She closes her eyes and submits to sensation rather than reason. The tension in her body seems to ease up and she leans into me. I let the momentum press the remainder of the doughnut into her waiting mouth while my hand grips at her belly a little tighter. I can feel my breath catching in my throat. I've dreamt of the moment often over the years, but honestly it never involved tears or broken furniture or having to traverse the city at night past suspicious wet puddles on the ground. But the moment felt right, especially with her hands no longer pushing me away but instead inviting me in. Her chubby fingers gripped at the front of my shirt and pulled me in towards her neck. My lips planted kisses and nibbles there. I could feel her holding back on moans, so I gradually bit into the skin harder while watching her peripherally finish eating the doughnut in my hand. I let a few moans of my own join hers as she licked my fingers clean. While still next to her ear I gave her the option one more time to stop this now. Her response was to grab another doughnut and place it in my hand. I lifted up to meet Gwen's eyes. It went from slow and unsure to passionate so quickly. Two doughnuts quickly become the entire box's contents. With nothing left to feed her, she sucks my sugary fingers clean. It leaves me panting animalistically against her ear as I press my body into her. She's SO soft, it's like I'm falling into a cloud. I try to explain this to her through words but instead my lips are on hers again and I'm tasting the sweetness on her tongue from the desserts I fed her. Though before she'd pushed my hands away, I now feel her shifting movement for a few moments before she reaches for my nearest hand and places it on her bare belly for me. I break the kiss long enough to look down and see her soft, smooth skin and my fingers vanishing into the yielding skin there. I make note of every stretch mark, every single mole, and smile at a birthmark I didn't even know she had. I try to move my hands to lift her entire belly up and let out a low growl at the realization of how heavy the flesh actually is. "How do you actually carry all of this around?" Gwen chuckles, but there is a bit of nervousness behind it. She's still unsure, but I know exactly what I want. I slide off the couch, which creaks again, and begin smothering her belly with kisses. I bury my face in the cushion-like flesh until I feel suffocated, my hands massaging on either side. Above me, I feel her moving around and glance up to see her remove her entire sleeping gown. If I knew a word stronger than mere 'goddess', I would utter it here. Soft, large breasts spill over a large roll of flesh that rests on top of her massive gut. My hands don't know where to travel first, especially when finally given permission after years of longing. They instead do an awkward, caressing dance over every inch of skin visible to my eyes. I grab and massage both breasts and once, moving down to her middle, and then tracing again the curve of her hanging belly before moving back up again. I'd lock eyes with her but she's got them firmly shut, squirming on her haphazard perch on the tilted couch. Eventually I end up undressed before her, letting my skin rest against hers, letting her own hands travel where they may and reveling in her touch at last. Without much though, I climb on top of her on the couch where we are barely warned by a creaking sound before the third leg snaps, lurching us forward as the last leg struggles to keep us aloft. With my face planted firmly between her breasts I begin laughing, though the sound is smothered in her fat. Gwen hesitates, torn between mirth and melancholy, but finally lets out a few giggles when my laughter doesn't cease. Once I'm calm I begin teasing her while straddling her as best I'm able. My movement silences her own giggles as they ease back into gentle moans. Her nails dig into my hips as she pulls me tightly against her. While most might find it annoying, I become even more stimulated by the fact that her gut is so large I can barely reach anything else. It's nearly impossible to maneuver around it and though I want to ask, I hold back, because she can't possibly be a mere four hundred pounds anymore. After some struggling that only make the moment better, I manage to get where I need to be and ride her awkwardly until we discover a rhythm that works for both of us. As we move I watching every part of her wiggle, jiggle, bounce, and whatever else describes that beautiful movement. Her breasts nearly smother her every time they bounce upwards. Her stomach continually smashes into me, nearly pushing me off her and nearly knocking the breath out of me. She manages to find a way to hold her stomach back to spare me a nasty spill while also holding onto the couch for dear life so we both don't go careening off the end. It's hard to tell who keeps moaning louder. We each try to shush the other when one of us gets too loud. She'll pull my head down to her breasts and force me to take a nipple into my mouth until I can calm down whereas I'll gently place a hand over her mouth and get a pleasant shiver as I feel her warm breath on my palm. Every thrust just leads me into soft, comfy bliss. Everything is warm and perfect and just as I'm ready to release we both let out a scream as the final leg gives out beneath us. Her laughter is instantaneous and I fall against her with tears of joy in my eyes as I try to control my laughing-fit. After we calm ourselves, I roll off her and sit at her side on the completely ruined couch. She shifts clumsily to rest against my bare chest, letting the reality sink in of what just happened and what it might mean for the future. "Is it still okay, Gwennie-bee?" I ask tentatively, this time moving hair from her face because of sweat rather than tears. Gwen considers for a moment before giving a very decisive nod. "It's okay." She looks up into my eyes. "Thank you for coming tonight. I didn't know who else to call." I bow my head to kiss her forehead. "I'm always here for you, Gwen. That's a promise." We remain still on the couch together until we fall asleep. *~*~*~*~*~*~* Author's Note: So, this is literally my first and only piece of literature pertaining to feederism. I write all the time and have for years and I'm a sucker for a good plot. Hopefully you don't find it dull, because a believable and relatable backstory means a lot to me. I write primarily fiction pieces, though generally on different topics. I don't often delve into erotica or any off-shoots of it. I decided to leave the main character's name blank in order to encourage that ability to slip into his shoes, so to speak. I'm normally really into name meanings, but for some reason my mind settled on Gwen for the female character and I couldn't shake it even though it has little to no in-depth meaning. Let me know if you enjoyed it and if you'd like more. <3
  15. Heyo. I live in Louisiana and I'm looking for a female feeder to aid me in gaining some weight to my big belly. We can chat online if possible. Fantasy Feeder profile
  16. Version 1.0.0

    Watch me as I go up and down my stairs, I'm so unfit!! Can you hear me breathing? I have to stop and play with my belly as I'm getting too out of breath. Up, down, up down, see my bottom wiggle in my see through panties, my body is becoming too big for this dress and my breasts are nearly falling out of it.

    $7.00

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    Felling sensual in my Black Lacy Lingerie!! I'm all decked out in black lace, my sexy stockings, and high heals!! Want to see me move ever so sexily to the music?!? Watch me walk around in my high heals.

    $8.99

  18. Version 1

    This is my first video. To prepare, I met an insatiable feeder at my favorite sushi buffet and we ate away. She fed me some favorites: all sushi variations, clams, mussels, octopus, sashimi, fried rice and more. After eating for hours I topped things off with a huge bowl of ice cream for dessert. So yummy, so full. I was at 115% capacity, but I wanted even more. I got another plate, put it on the table, and as I went to sit down my belly knocked an oyster on to the floor. After being fed I needed to feed myself, so I stuffed three huge slices of pizza into my mouth for an after dinner snack. I am so full I almost slipped into a food coma. Here I am. My belly is beyond full. I caress and comfort my belly into oblivion. Enjoy.

    $11.99

  19. Version 1.0.0

    Since I was feeling in the mood for some Mcdonald's I asked my feeder to bring me mcnuggets, 3 burgers and cheese fries this weekend for me to have a nice stuffing at home :3 but I was surprised because my capacity wasn't the usual.. since I had a long time without having a nice and filling stuffing I discovered that I had renewed difficulty to finish my meal! I couldn't believe how difficult it was for me to finish those fries and the final doble burger was an absolute challenge! I'm affraid I'll need to double my feeding efforts now on if I want to catch up and be back again able to eat as much as I used to!

    $25.00

  20. Version 1.0.0

    I am so lazy and fat, the best thing to do would be food stuffing, I just want to zone out and stuff my face on this family size bag of shrimp and sticky rice. I watch tv and relax as I continue to shove my face. Even zoned out I cant stop touching my huge ever bloated belly. I sit back an swivel in the my chair, turning so you can see every roll, every stretch mark, every dimple of cellulite. I want you to see all of my huge feedee body. At one point, I shock myself with how round and plump I am getting, even after I have finsihed the food, I still feel hungry, I have half a bag of zebra popcorn(WhiteAndMilkChocolate). I pop one after another I love having a big meal and finishing it off with something sweet, by this time I am SUPER out of it, about to fall into a food coma while recording, but even as I am just looking out the window, mindlessly eating popcorn...I am still thinking about a banana split.Once I have totally I finished, I stand up to show off how far I stretched and pushed my body. I love being a chubby bbw, but with food like this for every meal....ssbbw?

    $14.99

  21. Version 1.0.0

    I am supposed to just be running to the store and I had just eaten but I still felt hungry, I passed several fast food resturants, my mouth watering thinking about the juicy greasy burgers, and the crispy fries coverd in salt...but I kept driving, keeping my piggy tendencies under control...but no matter what I do...food finds me. As I am leaving the store, I am stopped by...girl scouts. I mean, I can tell myself I am buying them to help them out, but deep down I know that those Thin Mints were meant to fill my already swollen and over stuffed belly. As I am driving home, I set up my camera, I need you to see how I cant even stop myself on a quick drive home, chuggin down my pop and shoving thin mints into my mouth. As I start getting closer to my house, I realize...I CANT take in this pop, I am supposed to be eating healthy...but I CANT! My body needs all these calorie filled sugary food...I get sad when Im hungry....and thats often. I talk about how I am going to be able to get it all in with no one noticing...and I know that there will be more food waiting for me once I get inside...this is one happy piggy.

    $9.99

  22. Version 1.0.0

    Custom: A sort of remake of the last burping clip you made for me but this time with your whole upper body visible on camera. Like I want to see your big belly and pretty face as you let out those huge belches. I'd also like you to include lots of belly rubs too! Half way through can you go topless (Edited out to fit Curvage Regulations, there is no nudity in this clip) Enjoy yourself, lets have fun! I really loved making this clip, I felt very beautiful when I was getting ready to film this, I had very fresh faced make up and my natural hair is bobbing and flipping all over, This video is one of the first that I really started to see how soft I am getting, I feel like a plump not so little angel, I decided to wear a bra and panty set that I had only gotten a couple months earlier and they are already digging into my rolls and becoming painful as it squeezes my fat. I cant help how hot I get knowing how much I am able to fil out almost all of my clothes. I still sit here, trying to be fancy, drinking sparkling grape drink, Its so bubbly as is goes down my throat, it is so delicious as I chug the sugar down into my already plump belly. It was very easy to let out some huge burps, I am really proud of myself and my ability to swallow the whole bottle, and when I was done...I just wished I had had more. I only use the HIGHEST quality camera (Logitech C930e, which is the newest Logitech available) So, I can ensure you see every stretchmark on my expanding body and bloating on my constantly stuffed belly! As well, as I take my content very seriously, and only want to produce the messiest, round, plump content I can for you! Please Review if you enjoy! Follow Me, Ill Follow you! Love The Expanding Kyra Kane

    $7.99

  23. Seleene Curvis

    Eating in Public

    Version 1.0.0

    This time my feeder invited me to eat in a public restaurant and I asked for a service of french fries with lots of chicken, meat and sauces. Also I asked for a club house sandwish with more fries and a couple of beers *U* I must say it all was very delicious and satifying.

    $10.00

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    I was shopping the other day, and while walking through the bakery aisle, it was love as first sight. I saw this huge 3 pound chocolate parfait ! Layers or mousse, cake and whipped cream...I had to have it. I brought it home and right after eating, I knew there was still room for dessert, I show before and after of my plump body, so we can compare how much I expanded, I love to jiggly my beautiful fat goddess belly for you.

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  25. Version 1.0.0

    Save your appetite for this eating encouragement clip! I tease you a little bit first, working up your appetite. I comment on how chubby you're getting, how you just can't seem to help yourself, and tell you that I'm going to make you so fat. Soon though I'm telling you to eat. I want to see you take big greedy bites. Shovel it in like a good fatty. As the clip progresses and you fill up I tease you and beg you to take just one more bite... maybe a few times

    $8.99

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