[Author's note: this story is a fictional account of a belly fetish (stuffing, belly, weight gain). Illustrations may vary and may not correspond exactly to the description. Feel free to like and comment! Enjoy your reading!]
Léa slowly began to open her eyes. Plunged into the darkness of her room, she didn't know how late she'd slept. Fumbling with her hand, she reached for her phone. A soft, artificial white light illuminated the device and displayed the time: 5:43pm.
Léa's hazel eyes widened. She'd slept through the night and most of the day. Immediately, her mind made the connection between her coma and what she had done the day before. The sequence of events unfolded in her mind. Her return from work, the refrigerator breakdown, her determination not to throw anything away, and above all, her long session during which she managed to eat the entire fridge.
Immediately, her hand went to assess the damage, touching her belly. She stifled a hiccup of surprise. it was
POV: Your Feeder Teases You About Your Willpower by kallietellwrites, literature
Literature
POV: Your Feeder Teases You About Your Willpower
You know what would be funny? We should put you on a diet. I’m serious. Can you imagine your greedy, overfed, blubber-inflated gut being satisfied by a kale salad? Drinking lemon water instead of guzzling liters of soda? The thought is laughable, but it would be so entertaining to see you try. To watch you realize just how much you've let your self-control erode. Realize just how addicted you are to stuffing your face with all those greasy, fattening feasts every day, how you can barely go an hour without shoving a snack between those chubby lips.
Watching you try to cut back will force you to acknowledge just how much of a perpetually bloated glutton you’ve become compared to the average person. A normal person. Because the way you eat is anything but normal. You don’t pile on all this blubber with nutritionally balanced meals, do you? No. The only way someone could get as big as you, could blimp themselves up into a rounded tub of lard that jiggles with every movement and can