growinluvhandles
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~BHM, Imagery, ~SWG - A female feeder tells what she admires in her feedee.
I like that you have grown so chubby.
I always wanted a man like you, someone I could feed and grow. I love to explore your body; it seems that every day you have a new fat roll or a crease or some new fun place for me to kiss and hold, some new bit of flab for grabbing and pinching.
I love that you have grown such grabbable love handles. I love caressing them, then climbing on top of you, grabbing onto those luscious love handles and putting you in me, then pulling and tugging on them as I ride you, your fat belly pushing against me, pushing into my slender body, pushing me into ecstasy and cascading sensual pleasures unknown to any other woman in any age or time.
My inner thighs twitch and pulse as I think of spreading them to accommodate your growing gut.
I love that I can feed you in bed while we make love. I love to serve you, to cook for you, to feed and fatten you.
You don't mind getting bigger, do you? I think that you have even started to enjoy it. Your arms, which were always a bit too muscular are now turning so soft and fat. Squeezing them makes me so happy.
I worship your body now. When we first met, you were so skinny, not much there to worship and so I didn't. I really couldn't, but I saw the potential in you from the start.
Your appetites for life and food were so great, I could see that.
Slowly but surely, you began to change. I made you change. I covered your strong hard abs with a soft layer of fat, bringing you snacks and meals to consume, always encouraging you to eat a bit more each day.
Now, you are the subject of my worship, like some great mytholgical weight-gaining god. I bring you plates of fattening food as a kind of sacrifice to you, to show you my adoration, to demonstrate my love, to worship you to the fullest I possibly can.
Your man-boobs, your rounding belly, they are manifestations of your love for me, and since I helped create them, I feel they show my love for you as well.
I always seem to have my hands on your chub all the time we are together.
We sit together, and I am reaching for your pudge. I feed you with one hand and rub you with the other. When we walk together, I place my hand around your waist and grab your love handle. When we talk face to face, I reach out and touch your chubby cheeks or play with your double chin. Your chins wobble and jiggle as you talk, mesmerizing me until I can't pay attention to your words, only to your beauty.
And when we are in bed, and you are sound asleep and snoring, my fingers dance across your huge softened body like it's my own personal playground. I ply your fat between my fingers, measuring its mushy composition, gauging its growth. So much to hold, so much more every day, it seems.
I rub your flabby breasts and your softening bulbous gut. I love how it bulges over your waistband, stretching your shirts, and sometimes your shirt will ride up and expose all that lovely fleshy flab. Mmmm, I nearly swoon at the sight of that.
I must have my fingers on you at all times. I cannot simply see your glorious body and be satisfied. I must have it and hold it.
I don't want you to ever take one ounce of this beautiful chub away from me. I am obsessed with it, and I will not permit this chub to ever go away. Promise you won't ever go to the gym or take up exercise or running.
Promise you will let me take good care of you, that you won't burn one calorie unnecessarily. Let me get up and serve you whatever you desire. Just sit or lie down, and let yourself spread in joy.
And from now on, no more burning calories in bed. As much as I love the feel of all your weight upon me, you are consigned to the bottom. I'll do all the work. I will ride you like riding a big fat hog. You may squeal, but I don't want you to move.
I don't want you to burn a single calorie in loving when I can so easily take care of your every carnal desire. I have loved you fat and I want you to grow fatter yet.
Let your gut expand for me, please. Remain lazy, grow lazier as the pounds pile on. It's a natural thing to get lazier as you gain weight. Just allow nature to take its course. Keep overeating, my dear man. Your gluttonous desires, I will feed them well.
It is in my nature to serve you, to feed you, to care for you, to move you about and bathe you and romance you, kiss you, plunge you into me, your belly slapping against my skin as we make love.
Outgrow your clothes. They get tighter and tighter, then finally burst in a celebration of hedonistic pleasure. Buttons pop, seams rip, zippers fail, your flesh pours through so soft and so decadent.
Your belly grows fuller, rounder, more prominent. It swells so beautifully as you gain. The beauty of it all nearly brings me to tears.
You will never lose one pound as long as you are around me. And really where else will you ever be?
Most other women want some muscular thin-waisted man! That's what you used to look like, and they threw themselves at you. But they are no longer interested in you, not in the least. I have made sure of that. I want you all to myself, and so I have fattened you so that no other woman will give you a second look.
You are mine and mine alone. I want all of you, every chubby fat-filled ounce.
You have gone from chubby to plump to stocky to fat and now you are obese moving toward morbid obesity. You have eaten and grown very well, and you have never fought me about my desires. I appreciate that. I really do.
Lots of guys think they have to remain fit and strong, but you are special. You do not selfishly try to stay the same. You are willing to change. You take my desires into consideration with every bite of pasta and every spoonful of ice cream.
Every piece of candy I feed you, every chocolate-covered strawberry, every slice of pie or cheesecake, you don't pause, even for a minute. You just eat at my command.
You grow engorged from my loving care, blowing up like a balloon filled with blubber. Your belly swells and distends. It pains you sometimes, but I rub away any discomfort. I rub to make room for more, and I feed you more and more.
You pack on the pounds for me, and I appreciate that. Keep them and keeping adding to them. Gorge late into the night as I make you comfortable, as I make you experience sensual pleasures beyond your wildest fantasies. Keep pleasing me by eating, and I'll keep finding a thousand ways to pleasure you.
Get fatter for me, baby. Give me more fun bulging places to explore. Let your body expand into new territories. Once you take up our entire bed, I will rest atop you, fondling you through the dark nights, feeding you even when you act like you want to stop.
It is no longer your body. It belongs to me. I made it, and I control it. I feed it and fatten it. It is all mine. You only have such a beautiful body because of me.
I created this belly, these man-tits, love handles, blubbery butt, chubby cheeks, wobbling double chin, thick soft thighs and those beautiful fat arms. All these are my creation and my property.
You no longer have possession or control, do you? You couldn't stop eating if you wanted to because I won't let you ever stop. You can't stop gaining weight because I want my belly formerly your belly to grow bigger all the time and never stop growing.
Let me hold and rub and kiss my belly all over. I will take care of you and worship you forever and ever. Give up control, baby, and I'll make it worth your while. You'll never have to worry again about where your next meal or next bit of loving will be coming from.
It will be coming from me.*****
Author's Note: Just toying around with writing male weight gain fiction from the female feeder's point of view. This is just kind of a quick sketch I wrote in a short amount of time. Not a story really, just an exploration.
I created this after reading a FantasyFeeder profile of an FFA. It was quite an inspiration.
Inspired by the wonderful ff profile for love_2_love_fat_guys
Here is her profile link:
http://fantasyfeeder.com/cms/infusions/profiles/view.php?lookup=13313
Let me know what you think of this piece.
What I Love About You
by growinluvhandles
by growinluvhandles
I like that you have grown so chubby.
I always wanted a man like you, someone I could feed and grow. I love to explore your body; it seems that every day you have a new fat roll or a crease or some new fun place for me to kiss and hold, some new bit of flab for grabbing and pinching.
I love that you have grown such grabbable love handles. I love caressing them, then climbing on top of you, grabbing onto those luscious love handles and putting you in me, then pulling and tugging on them as I ride you, your fat belly pushing against me, pushing into my slender body, pushing me into ecstasy and cascading sensual pleasures unknown to any other woman in any age or time.
My inner thighs twitch and pulse as I think of spreading them to accommodate your growing gut.
I love that I can feed you in bed while we make love. I love to serve you, to cook for you, to feed and fatten you.
You don't mind getting bigger, do you? I think that you have even started to enjoy it. Your arms, which were always a bit too muscular are now turning so soft and fat. Squeezing them makes me so happy.
I worship your body now. When we first met, you were so skinny, not much there to worship and so I didn't. I really couldn't, but I saw the potential in you from the start.
Your appetites for life and food were so great, I could see that.
Slowly but surely, you began to change. I made you change. I covered your strong hard abs with a soft layer of fat, bringing you snacks and meals to consume, always encouraging you to eat a bit more each day.
Now, you are the subject of my worship, like some great mytholgical weight-gaining god. I bring you plates of fattening food as a kind of sacrifice to you, to show you my adoration, to demonstrate my love, to worship you to the fullest I possibly can.
Your man-boobs, your rounding belly, they are manifestations of your love for me, and since I helped create them, I feel they show my love for you as well.
I always seem to have my hands on your chub all the time we are together.
We sit together, and I am reaching for your pudge. I feed you with one hand and rub you with the other. When we walk together, I place my hand around your waist and grab your love handle. When we talk face to face, I reach out and touch your chubby cheeks or play with your double chin. Your chins wobble and jiggle as you talk, mesmerizing me until I can't pay attention to your words, only to your beauty.
And when we are in bed, and you are sound asleep and snoring, my fingers dance across your huge softened body like it's my own personal playground. I ply your fat between my fingers, measuring its mushy composition, gauging its growth. So much to hold, so much more every day, it seems.
I rub your flabby breasts and your softening bulbous gut. I love how it bulges over your waistband, stretching your shirts, and sometimes your shirt will ride up and expose all that lovely fleshy flab. Mmmm, I nearly swoon at the sight of that.
I must have my fingers on you at all times. I cannot simply see your glorious body and be satisfied. I must have it and hold it.
I don't want you to ever take one ounce of this beautiful chub away from me. I am obsessed with it, and I will not permit this chub to ever go away. Promise you won't ever go to the gym or take up exercise or running.
Promise you will let me take good care of you, that you won't burn one calorie unnecessarily. Let me get up and serve you whatever you desire. Just sit or lie down, and let yourself spread in joy.
And from now on, no more burning calories in bed. As much as I love the feel of all your weight upon me, you are consigned to the bottom. I'll do all the work. I will ride you like riding a big fat hog. You may squeal, but I don't want you to move.
I don't want you to burn a single calorie in loving when I can so easily take care of your every carnal desire. I have loved you fat and I want you to grow fatter yet.
Let your gut expand for me, please. Remain lazy, grow lazier as the pounds pile on. It's a natural thing to get lazier as you gain weight. Just allow nature to take its course. Keep overeating, my dear man. Your gluttonous desires, I will feed them well.
It is in my nature to serve you, to feed you, to care for you, to move you about and bathe you and romance you, kiss you, plunge you into me, your belly slapping against my skin as we make love.
Outgrow your clothes. They get tighter and tighter, then finally burst in a celebration of hedonistic pleasure. Buttons pop, seams rip, zippers fail, your flesh pours through so soft and so decadent.
Your belly grows fuller, rounder, more prominent. It swells so beautifully as you gain. The beauty of it all nearly brings me to tears.
You will never lose one pound as long as you are around me. And really where else will you ever be?
Most other women want some muscular thin-waisted man! That's what you used to look like, and they threw themselves at you. But they are no longer interested in you, not in the least. I have made sure of that. I want you all to myself, and so I have fattened you so that no other woman will give you a second look.
You are mine and mine alone. I want all of you, every chubby fat-filled ounce.
You have gone from chubby to plump to stocky to fat and now you are obese moving toward morbid obesity. You have eaten and grown very well, and you have never fought me about my desires. I appreciate that. I really do.
Lots of guys think they have to remain fit and strong, but you are special. You do not selfishly try to stay the same. You are willing to change. You take my desires into consideration with every bite of pasta and every spoonful of ice cream.
Every piece of candy I feed you, every chocolate-covered strawberry, every slice of pie or cheesecake, you don't pause, even for a minute. You just eat at my command.
You grow engorged from my loving care, blowing up like a balloon filled with blubber. Your belly swells and distends. It pains you sometimes, but I rub away any discomfort. I rub to make room for more, and I feed you more and more.
You pack on the pounds for me, and I appreciate that. Keep them and keeping adding to them. Gorge late into the night as I make you comfortable, as I make you experience sensual pleasures beyond your wildest fantasies. Keep pleasing me by eating, and I'll keep finding a thousand ways to pleasure you.
Get fatter for me, baby. Give me more fun bulging places to explore. Let your body expand into new territories. Once you take up our entire bed, I will rest atop you, fondling you through the dark nights, feeding you even when you act like you want to stop.
It is no longer your body. It belongs to me. I made it, and I control it. I feed it and fatten it. It is all mine. You only have such a beautiful body because of me.
I created this belly, these man-tits, love handles, blubbery butt, chubby cheeks, wobbling double chin, thick soft thighs and those beautiful fat arms. All these are my creation and my property.
You no longer have possession or control, do you? You couldn't stop eating if you wanted to because I won't let you ever stop. You can't stop gaining weight because I want my belly formerly your belly to grow bigger all the time and never stop growing.
Let me hold and rub and kiss my belly all over. I will take care of you and worship you forever and ever. Give up control, baby, and I'll make it worth your while. You'll never have to worry again about where your next meal or next bit of loving will be coming from.
It will be coming from me.*****
Author's Note: Just toying around with writing male weight gain fiction from the female feeder's point of view. This is just kind of a quick sketch I wrote in a short amount of time. Not a story really, just an exploration.
I created this after reading a FantasyFeeder profile of an FFA. It was quite an inspiration.
Inspired by the wonderful ff profile for love_2_love_fat_guys
Here is her profile link:
http://fantasyfeeder.com/cms/infusions/profiles/view.php?lookup=13313
Let me know what you think of this piece.
