I was just minding my own business: Laying in bed, scrolling on my phone. And my feeder approaches, looking me up and down, stealing glances at my softened, plush body. He crawls into bed with me and spoons me- groping and teasing me, trying to lift my shirt as I playfully rebuff his advances. But we both know how this will end- I give in. I remind him that my current size is all his fault. I tell him about the fit little gym bunny I'd be- and used to be- if it weren't for his fetish and his encouragement.

He caresses every inch of my body, lovingly and lustfully, adoring how much more ...

I was just minding my own business: Laying in bed, scrolling on my phone. And my feeder approaches, looking me up and down, stealing glances at my softened, plush body. He crawls into bed with me and spoons me- groping and teasing me, trying to lift my shirt as I playfully rebuff his advances. But we both know how this will end- I give in. I remind him that my current size is all his fault. I tell him about the fit little gym bunny I'd be- and used to be- if it weren't for his fetish and his encouragement.

He caresses every inch of my body, lovingly and lustfully, adoring how much more of me there is to hold. He slips his finger into my belly button, seeing how deep it's gotten. And he jiggles my thighs and squeezes my big, doughy bottom. The lighting is soft. The setting, cozy. And my thin, clinging shirt and lacy panties leave little to the imagination. He presses into me, exploring every inch of softness. And I give it all to him, while reminding him that he's the reason I've grown so thick and plump. ????