Only when you drove home to visit family did you feel fat, knowing your weight gain was on everyone’s mind. Only when you tried on old outfits you hadn’t brought to college did you realize how damn big you’d grown. Busy and distracted, you softened out and out, wider and heavier. You liked to stay in your dorm alone or with friends, and you never so much as thought of the gym. You wore comfy, large clothes all the time, and grew into them a little more everyday. Your body filled up soft and overweight so easily you barely even noticed, swamped in schoolwork as you were. If you weren’t overweight by the time you entered college, you definitely stepped over that line then. Then, as a teenager, you got distressingly chubby distressingly fast, unable to keep your weight down no matter what silly, immaturely researched diets you tried. Plump enough to cause insecurities to kick in and strengthen your urge to eat your feelings. You never have.ĭespite how active you were as a child, you grew quite plump in your pre-teen years. You know you overeat to numb unpleasant emotions, but you don’t really try to stop yourself. You spend most of your time in chairs and in bed. Life happened to you, and you don’t explore outside anymore or run around or play sports. You weren’t always a slave to your stomach, like you are now. Even try sports, if just to have fun and meet new people. Loved to explore outside and run around with friends. They’ll say they’re HUNGRY.in more ways than one.What about you getting weak and out of shape? Your Journey Out of Shape They’ll spend the whole time whispering in your ear, complaining about you having to leave and trying to convince you to just stay home and feed them instead. Have somewhere to be in the morning? Make sure your alarm is adjusted to account for the 40 minutes you’ll be spending in your feedee’s arms as they hold you close in hopes that you’ll give in to the temptation of their pillowy curves. it was probably more like a crack) as it adjusts to newly added weight and you instantly know you won’t be getting much work done. You hear the frame “squeak” (lets be honest. You watch them plop down into the small recliner next to your desk. They’re stuffed to the brim and huffing and puffing by the time they make it to the doorway but they’ve got a snack in one hand and a book in the other because they fully intend on sitting with you while you work. Super lazy feedee aiming for immobility, looking for a caring feeder to do everything for me while I lay in bed, stuffing my face. I wonder what I should order for lunch weedandfeedyou. I wish I was kept full like this all the time. You need to get some work done in your home office after an afternoon of stuffing and cuddling your feedee? You leave them passed out on the couch only to hear them slowly shuffling and grunting about as they waddle their way to your office not even 10 minutes later. my stomach tight and my belly heavy as it pushes my legs apart. Each kiss, grope, and nudge from their massive gut is a delicious distraction and you struggle to make sure you don’t burn the house down. kissing your shoulders and neck as they ask you what you’re making. Pressing their soft belly into your back. You’re in the kitchen making breakfast? Your feedee is hugging you from behind. Feedees that can’t get enough of both food and you
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