Ever since I can remember I was always fascinated by big bel..

Ever since I can remember I was always fascinated by big bellies. Growing up with all those definitely not innocent cartoon scenes revolved around weight gain made me feel "guilty" or "called out" like someone was outing my secret 🤭 I always thought I was a feeder because I could never imagine I would be able to gain weight myself.. so tall, skinny, athletic and with a fast metabolism.. my build was perfect to show off designer clothes and everything fit to perfection with no adjustments.. how did everything go from that to constantly needing to size up and having to shop at king size stores for clothes designed for extra belly room 🫃🏻
My frame was meant to be skinny and never bulk up but deep down I had this boiling desire that no matter how much I tried to satisfy with stuffings, bloatings or inflations, instead of calming down it only grew stronger. I wanted, no, needed to have a fat belly that would satisfy my definition of big and round when I looked in the mirror. But I never thought turning my athletic shape into a round one would be this hard. I tried changing my diet to fattening food and stretching my capacity by always chugging coke after each meal.. the progress was slow and I wasn't gaining fast enough over the years. That was until I found out about heavy cream and weight gain shakes. I remember the first time finishing a large pizza and chugging an entire weight gain shake back when I was skinny. It was the first time I saw my belly bulging like that, all those times I spent stretching my capacity had finally paid off. The excitement of seeing myself so stuffed and round while knowing that all those calories will only make me bigger the next day is what I was always craving to achieve.. that's how it all started.. but the bigger I got the larger that craving would get.. until I realized, I want to have the most overfed, round fat belly possible. Of course my body type only emphasized my rounder shape as I grew bigger since it was never designed to carry all that weight and along my increasing in size stuffings to battle my metabolism, they resulted in me getting my first stretchmarks very fast. It didn't take long until engaging with feederism sped things up even more.. encouragement, watching others gain weight and growing addicted to stuffing my belly more and more often started to have some obvious side effects. This urge to gain weight as a result of feeding my belly the most fattening food paired with filling it up past its limits with heavy cream shakes and their undeniable weight gain side effects has been absolutely dreamy.. but if you've read this wall of text so far you would have realized by now that I always want MORE. Look at how fat you've made me and yet in my head all I can think about is how we are only halfway there..
The more attention my fat belly gets the more I want it to grow 😳 and to anyone reading all this, thank you and I hope you enjoyed scratching the surface of what makes this so special to me 🐷 there are so many fantasies that became a reality as I got fatter and fatter.. and there are so many more that will come true in the future 🙈