It starts playful and teasing. I’m bent right over in my bedroom, tight grey yoga pants stretched to their absolute limit, white vest clinging to me as I arch my back and make my ass fill the frame. I glance back and catch you staring. Instead of getting annoyed, I grin and call you out, asking if you’re checking out my big fat ass. I laugh, clearly loving the attention, encouraging you to look closer, bragging about how huge it’s getting and how you might need both hands to grab it properly. I spank it myself just to show you how much it jiggles. I stand up and start joking about how fat I’ve been getting, poking fun at myself the way girls do when they’ve eaten too much — calling myself a greedy pig, a fat cow, laughing about how I’ve been stuffing my face nonstop. I show off how my belly and ass are practically spilling out of my pants, tugging the waistband up and down to show where it bulges and overflows, waddling back and forth just to watch everything jiggle. I laugh about someone asking if I was pregnant and how proud I felt saying no, I’m just fat — I’ve been eating really good. I talk about how you’ve been taking such good care of me, feeding me constantly, spoiling me with takeout and big meals while you stayed fit and I just got fatter and fatter. I joke about not fitting through doors soon, needing cranes, forklifts, bigger chairs. I tease you for not stopping me, for letting me sit around all day stuffing my face like a naughty girl. I tell you to say it out loud, to tell me how fat I’m getting — and when all you can manage is “chubby,” I laugh and say it for you. Fat. Big. Greedy. Then it clicks. I notice you’re enjoying this. I ask if you like how fat I’m getting… and instead of being upset, I smile like it all makes sense. I tell you it’s okay. I tell you I’d get fat for you. I get excited, giddy, already fantasizing about how big we could make me — belly spilling into my lap, dragging it along the bed, ass so huge it gets stuck in doorways. The fantasy escalates into the stuffing itself. Cut-ins show me eating more and more, rubbing my growing belly, pulling my pants down for room, stripping as I get too fat and full to keep them on. I marvel at how round and heavy I’ve become, how hard it is to stand, waddle, or even move. I struggle to get up, laugh at myself, shockingly proud of what you’ve done to me. By the end, I’m flat on my back, belly pushed up so high I can barely see over it. I breathe heavily, rubbing it, laughing in disbelief as I tell you I’m so stuffed, so fat, so full I might burst. I thank you for stuffing me so well, for turning me into this helpless, bloated mess — teasing that if you keep this up, I really will be as fat as a house. Keywords: feeder fetish, feedee girlfriend, weight gain fantasy, belly stuffing, ass worship, fat fetish, consensual feederism, body expansion, belly play, jiggling ass, yoga pants tease, stuffing fantasy, playful humiliation, fat admiration, pov, girlfriend roleplay, greedy eating, inflation fantasy