I come home from a long work dinner feeling completely stuffed, sinking into the familiar comfort of being back with you. From the moment I walk in, I make it clear whose fault this is. You’re the one who keeps treating me, encouraging me, never telling me to slow down. I rub my full belly and laugh it off, asking if you think I might be getting a little too soft, a little too round. As I settle in, I keep shifting the blame back onto you. I talk about how heavy I feel, how tight my clothes are getting, and how this wouldn’t be happening if you didn’t love feeding me so much. I tease you, half serious, half playful, wondering out loud if you’re proud of what you’ve done to me. I check my reflection, grab at my belly, and keep asking for reassurance while pretending I’m totally not worried at all. The entire moment stays intimate and domestic, just us, with me lounging around, full and satisfied, letting you admire the results of all those meals. I keep circling back to the same question, whether you think I’m getting fat, whether this is what you wanted, and whether you’re enjoying every bit of it as much as I am. feederism, feedee girlfriend, stuffed belly, belly fetish, weight gain fantasy, pov, relationship roleplay, food play, body insecurity play, domestic fetish