I can’t stop devouring greasy, fattening fast food—it’s my ultimate addiction, my weakness, and my deepest craving. There’s something so irresistible about those savory, cheese-drenched burgers paired with fries dripping in oil, chased down with the sugary rush of empty calories. It’s the perfect recipe for a fat girl who’s completely surrendered to the seductive pull of the feedee lifestyle. I’m constantly ravenous, endlessly turned on, completely lost in the thought of eating more and watching my body grow heavier and softer with every bite. All I need now is a feeder who’s just as obsess...

I can’t stop devouring greasy, fattening fast food—it’s my ultimate addiction, my weakness, and my deepest craving. There’s something so irresistible about those savory, cheese-drenched burgers paired with fries dripping in oil, chased down with the sugary rush of empty calories. It’s the perfect recipe for a fat girl who’s completely surrendered to the seductive pull of the feedee lifestyle. I’m constantly ravenous, endlessly turned on, completely lost in the thought of eating more and watching my body grow heavier and softer with every bite. All I need now is a feeder who’s just as obsessed as I am, someone to push me past the brink and make my appetite—and my body—spiral out of control.