It’s so hard for me to imagine the mindset of someone who isn’t a feedist or fa. I mean… excess is just so hot. Fat feels so good. It feels good on your own body, or your partner’s body, or both. And it’s beautiful. Fat is so pretty, the different ways it gathers and folds and flows over each body. How could you not be drawn in by that, how could you not want more? Feeding someone so well, taking care of them to such an extent that they can’t help but get plump and soft doesn’t fill you with pride and desire? Doesn’t fill you with an overwhelming need to make them as plump and soft as possible because the fatter they are the better you have cared for them?? Make it make sense.
I want to cook you a feast and then eat you out while you’re stuffing your face. I’ll keep going as long as you do. I’ll stop if you start moaning too much, praising those pretty sounds, but reminding you that your mouth ought to be occupied with other things - namely chewing and swallowing. I wonder how many times I can make you cum on my tongue before you’re unable to stomach another bite?
Little piggy ate a brownie and some ice cream with chocolate and caramel drizzle. But piggy also made a bit of a mess of himself in the process of eating.