Name: Video Chat by ThatShyFFA in rp talking
Duration: 2 min 20 s
Description: Your ffa crush/gf admiring your gains over a social distancing video chat.

I can hear the chair squeaking sounds like someone wanking

rp talking

You keep feeding me after I beg you to stop.

I'm already full but you keep feeding me more.

Dua lipa: How do you stay faithful?

Feedee encouragement appreciating your recent gains. :)

(Feedee Encouragement) I Love Your Body

Bambi Puppet Princess Loops

Bambi Sleep - Bambi Enforcement - 07 Bimbo Servitude

That was really fun! It was very sweet of your sister to host a barbeque for your whole family like that. I’m glad I was finally able to meet everyone. I mean, we’ve been dating for what, 8 months now? I guess you haven’t seen many of them either though? Not your extended family anyway. I’m sure they were shocked when they saw you. What do you mean what do I mean? Have you seen the size of your gut lately? You’ve blown up since we’ve been together. I’m not complaining but they certainly had something to say about it. Well for starters, almost everyone did a double take when they first saw you. I saw a bunch of them look you up and down and stop right on that fat belly. One of your cousins, I’m pretty sure she didn’t recognize you because I heard her whisper “who’s that?” to your aunt. Apparently I’ve fattened you up so much that you look like an entirely different person now! A much rounder, softer person. Oh and then when I went to ask your sister if she needed help with the dishes, you know what happened? I brought a stack of plates in and she asked if they were all yours, when I said ‘no’, she looked surprised and said ’ oh I just assumed since his appetite has clearly increased’. Then your uncle must’ve overheard because he said 'increased’ was putting it lightly and you must’ve packed on at least 50lbs since he saw you last. I didn’t bother telling him we’re actually up to an extra 65 so far. I did sort of claim responsibility though. I shrugged and said I like to bake in my spare time and you’re my taste tester. Your uncle laughed and said I should slow down or I’ll be rolling you out of here this time next year. I figured it was inappropriate to tell him that’s actually a long term goal of mine. Sooo… I guess you’re officially fat now, sweetie. Let’s go get you something to eat so we can really surprise them next year.

Family Reunion

Okay you guys so this one is going to be a little more casual and hopefully I don't ramble too much! So far I haven't had the pleasure of being a full-time, long-term feeder to anyone so there's quite a few things I wanna do, a feeder bucket list if you will. I guess we can start with the numbers. I would love to help someone gain 100lbs, just so I can say we hit that three digit milestone. I'd also love for them to be at least 100lbs heavier than me. That'll probably come first depending on their starting weight. Of course some of this is dependent on height and stuff too, 100lbs could be a lot for someone but I can't resist those big numbers. I'd like to help someone get to 300lbs, 350, maybe even 400. And when we get there, I want to celebrate with a huge weekend feeding. Maybe set a goal of 15000 calories over the course of 48 hours. That would mean funneling lots and lots of calories into my piggy which is another goal of mine. Even better if I can tie them up. I want to keep track of their gain too... I've always liked the idea of a chart on the fridge that way every time they go for a snack, they can see their progress. We'd have weekly weigh-ins, plot the little point on the chart, then go out for dinner to get a head start on the next week's gain. I'd want my piggy to wear something tight when we go out, just tight enough for them to be aware of how fat they've gotten. Of course I'd want to get a booth because I'm hoping their huge belly would be pressed up against the edge of the table. I want to order for them, or at least order something extra they aren't aware of so when the server brings it to the table, my big piggy pretends to be confused but is secretly turned on at the thought of having an extra entrée. I kinda hope other people in the restaurant will be staring, amazed at my fatty's size and appetite. If they aren't staring then, they're certainly going to be staring when we go to the buffet together. I'd want them to eat at least five full plates, and I'd wanna be in charge of the dessert courses. Afterwards I'd help them waddle to the car and we'd go home for another weigh-in. It might not count for the little tracking chart but I'd curious to see how much weight we can add with a huge public stuffing like that. Speaking of the scale, I'd really love to see my feedee break one... seeing 'error' show up on that little screen would be one hell of an achievement. I'd also like to see them break a chair or two. Even if it means purposefully buying some cheap flimsy thing for the sole purpose of collapsing it. I'd want to record it too, with their permission of course. It doesn't even have to be posted anywhere. I just want to document my piggy's accomplishments for our own personal enjoyment. Now, with how quickly they're going to balloon for me, we'll need to make a few trips to the mall. Of course I'm going to dote on them, be very sweet and encouraging when picking out new, bigger clothes, but I'm definitely going to sneak in a few too-small items in there too. I'll ask them to come out and show me how everything fits, just so I can see how snug that 3XL shirt is now. Well that's about all I can think of for now, I'm sure there's more. You guys will definitely hear about all the other things I want to do with my future fatty when I think of them! 

Feeder Bucket List

You're going to need to put on a tight shirt for me, piggy. And don't pretend like you don't have several sitting at the back of your drawer. I bet you tucked them in there thinking that one day they would fit again. Just maybe you'd be able to gather some self control and stop stuffing your face long enough to lose a few pounds. That's not going too well, is it tubby? Judging by those enormous red marks across your gut, I'd say it's safe to assume you're incapable of being anything less than a greedy pig. Did you waddle over and get that shirt yet? Good. Before you put it on, take a look at the size. Hard to believe you used to be that small, isn't it? But frequently gorging yourself until you can barely move is bound to change a few things. Now, put the shirt on for me... It's so cute watching you struggle. This is probably the most exercise you've had in a while, isn't it? Try not to get too out of breath, fatty. When you pull it down over your belly I want you to pay attention to how the fabric strains against your bloated middle. You might even be able to hear the seams stretching and pulling. Make sure you tug it as far down as you can so it doesn't roll up on its own. Remember, we're trying to hide the fact that you've been completely reckless and turned yourself into an embarrassing blob of fat. Wow... I didn't think it would be that tight. You really blew up. Hmm... wouldn't it be fun to wear this out for dinner? Everyone would be gawking at you as you make your way to our table. I bet the waitress would go back to the kitchen and tell all of the other servers about the huge fatass she'll likely spend all night waiting on. With every plate you finish that shirt would creep just a little further up... the entire restaurant is staring now. One more bite and those seams just might burst.

Your clothes are getting way too small... (teasing + name calling)

Sit down, pig. I need to talk to you about something that I've been letting slide for far too long. When we met I knew it might take a bit of time for you to adjust to becoming a full-time porker but damn, look at this pathetic excuse for a gut! You've only put on a measly 45lbs in the last three months and I'm getting impatient. When I told you I wanted a feedee that stuffed their greedy face all day long, I wasn't fucking around. I didn't want to have to do this but I think I need to put your fat ass on a feeding schedule. At least until you understand that every pound of flab added to your body belongs to me and I have high expectations for my pigs. How does once every hour sound? I'll stuff you full in the morning and then keep topping you up until you go to bed, bloated and sore. You're also going to start taking most of your calories by funnel. It's faster and we can work on expanding your capacity until you're ingesting an acceptable amount. Honestly, the fact that we've only had to buy you new clothes once is really disappointing. Your shirts should be splitting at the seams, but instead all I'm seeing is the odd button popping off. I want a blubbery hog, not a chubby little piglet. What about that is so hard to understand? If you really want to please me you're going to have to work harder. Maybe we need to establish some rules. No more whining or begging me to stop. No more refusing food that's offered to you, from anyone. You need to finish every last morsel on your plate, or perhaps I should say in your trough. Maybe I should even enforce a hands only rule. I'll let you eat with cutlery in front of company, but otherwise, I want you to feel like a gluttonous slob . Oh don't look so nervous. Just be grateful I'm not making you eat every meal face first.

Your only job right now is to eat and get fatter. That's it. (mean teasing)

Me describing how big you're gonna get if you keep eating like this. NSFW. Mentions of fat pads and hand jobs.

My enormous fantasy

A little more... a little more, that’s it, you’re so close. Just a few more mouthfuls baby, come on, you can do this. I know it hurts but you’re nearly there. Just look at your belly now, gosh, it’s gotten so swollen! I can’t believe how much bigger you look now than you did this morning. I’m so proud of you, you ate almost non stop today. There was the bacon and pancakes I made you for breakfast, the pack of cup cakes you ate right after... I almost forgot I had to make you all that buttery toast just to fill you up. Then there was all the chips and dips you ate while waiting for lunch. Oh and the box of chocolates we got for our anniversary, can you believe our friends thought that would last at least a week? If I didn’t know you so well I’d be shocked that all that didn’t spoil your appetite for your Burger King lunch. Two whopper meals and onion rings. Oh, and the donuts you got from the little van in town, I mean, the guy’s jaw dropped when you ordered 20, I think he sold them in bags of 3. I had to drive careful over the bumps in the road on the way home, your belly was just so swollen and sore. It was so cute watching you panting for breath while still eating those donuts. They were so dripping in fat that the bags had gone soggy and see-through. It’s no wonder you needed a little nap when we got back. You know, while you were sleeping, I was rubbing that big old belly of yours. It was so puffed out. I listened to your heavy breathing and your belly groaning as it digested all that grease. Then I woke you up for this lasagna. The recipe said this serves 10 people, can you believe that? That’s nonsense you’ve eaten almost all of it yourself. I maybe had a couple of mouthfuls to taste all that cheese, I mean, wow, it’s so rich. No wonder you’re struggling to finish this. Now, come on, just a couple more bites, I need to go finish getting dessert ready. I couldn’t decide if you wanted cake or a pie so I made both. You’ve always got room for dessert baby, right? For me?

Time For Dessert

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What is it about donuts?

Your ffa crush/gf admiring your gains over a social distancing video chat.

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