What follows is a confession by an evil female feeder:
Let me tell you first up that I am not an ethical feeder. I love fat men and will do anything to make them fatter. I will lie to them if it helps me get them fatter, manipulate them or whatever it takes. It is not that I am ruthless, I just do what others dream about, I don't sweet talk it.
Why some Feedees get the kick out of being force-fed with a tube in the stomach.
How can it be that women (and men) find pleasure by having food directly pumped into their stomachs, instead of enjoying eating it as a gourmet? Does it seem so "unerotic" to you being force-fed in this manner?
Imagine being among like minded people, feedees that want to grow and feeders that want to help them balloon up. Sounds too good to be true? Well, it is... at least so far. But one may dream! Of a world where the closet holds no power over the minds of fat lovers.
You have probably seen it already in my stories: I am a little technical in my writing. I often describe how a stomach grows, how it stretches, or how guts start sagging or how a belly looses shape and hangs more and more. This is so engineeringly writen.But behind that if my deep love for stomachs! Not bellies, stomachs!
And this article is dedicated to it.
Boobs, knockers, jugs, melons, udders, charlies
So many sweet words for one of the most exciting parts of the woman anatomy.
But hey, I am a feeder and if you are also one, or maybe a feedee, you very likely won't go for the usual stuff...
Do YOU want to become a sexbomb?
Well I know that this is a little provocative, but seriously: Would you like if men would turn their heads to look after you?
Yes? Well then you gotta fatten up and gain weight! Eat pounds of chocolate, cheeseburgers and spaghetti that drip with oil. Make sure your stomach is always bursting full. Eat, eventhough you are not hungry anymore. Stuff yourself!
We all constantly get bombarded by the media: Slim is beautiful and the man of today (you can read this in every magazine) prefers a slim woman, with tight hips, a firm ass and hard, standing breasts.
Eventhough it sure seems like it, this was not always like this. There is proof that a hundred years ago another beauty ideal ruled: fat = beautiful.