Explore feederism

(Content warning: SSBBW, furniture-breaking, stuckage, mild slob (farts, sweat and general stinkiness) They/them pronouns used for the partner so you can imagine whatever your preference is as your feeder :) Brief mentions of boobs for the MC, but can be interpreted as moobs if you prefer, and the MC's gender isn't apparent here.) It had been a while since you bathed. Properly, that is. Normally your partner washed you down with rags while you lay in bed, you fat useless arms being unable to reach the vast majority of your gigantic body. The furtherest they could reach was your mouth to shovel whatever greasy junk food you could lay your hands on into your maw. Struggle as they might, they couldn't even reach your belly to massage it after a heavy stuffing. Even letting your partner clean you was a struggle, as you were forced to lift yourself partially up so your partner could reach the underside of your belly and your enormous rear end - the part of you that needed washing the

STORY CONTAINS: SSBBW female weight gain, slob (farts and sweat), furniture breaking, stuffing, a female feedee x male feeder dynamic, teasing, spanking and sex. My sexual fantasies have always been on the weird side. Not only was I into the idea of being trapped or stuck in some way, I was also fixated on fat and weight gain. Even in my previous fantasies I didn't conjure a life that fulfilled both these dynamics so perfectly. Me and Liam were both very similar: shy, weird sense of humour and interests that varied greatly from the norm. It was these factors that made us work so well together. One night, we both learned that we shared a rather odd interest. He liked fat, and so did I. He was surprised considering my small 110lb frame, I explained I had never thought to bring my fantasies to life in my own body. This is where the fun began. Our sex life shifted to consist of copious amounts of food- all of it for me. Me alone to consume with the help of Liam’s encouraging words