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So it’s been about a week since I accidentally came in my college dining hall while eating. It was definitely a breaking point for me and it helped me realize I need to just give in these lifestyle changes and embrace how I have become. At the time, when I came in the booth while eating, it was mortifying. I couldn’t fully enjoy it in the moment, the horny fullness and sexy embarrassment was too wrapped up in shame and resistance to what has been happening these past couple of months. Since then I have began to embrace the fact that I am gaining weight, that I love what I love, and I have really started to think about that day all the time. The lack of control, the embarrassment, the addiction, the public exhibition of it all, everything from that day has become such a turn on for me. So yesterday I decided to start the process of becoming more comfortable with stuffing myself to the max and coming in public, and the dining hall is the perfect place to do that.

I started off the day eating a smaller meal, just some candy at the gas station on my way to class. I knew that this would satiate me just enough to get through class without feeling weak and dizzy, but the sugar would crash and I knew I’d be starving by the time I got to the dining hall for lunch. I spent the whole class working myself up, touching myself through my clothes, playing with my belly. I wanted to make sure I was as horny as I could be so I wouldn’t back down from what I had planned. I was soaking wet and shaking by the time class ended, and I rushed to my car. On the way to the dining hall, I stopped at the gas station again and bought two fireball shooters. I downed them once I got to the dining hall so that I would get tipsy on my empty stomach fast. I knew it would make me super hungry and horny.

It was taco Tuesday, so the food was amazing and they had big burrito bowls. I started off with two bowls, loaded with rice, lots of beef, cheese, a little bit of sour cream, and pico de gallo. I found a booth and I began stuffing my face as fast as I could. I was shoveling food into my mouth with a spoon in one hand and rubbing my clit through my pants with the other. I was washing it all down with Coke. The alcohol really kicked in, and those two bowls went by so fast.

I got up to grab two more burrito bowls. When I got up and walked over, I could feel my belly was getting pretty heavy and starting to tighten up. I felt so warm and fuzzy and horny and I was ready to go past my record of four plates. But because they don’t have burrito bowls often, the lady getting me food was hesitant to give me more. Which turned me on and made my knees lock a little bit. I responded by telling her that these bowls were for my friends. She looked skeptical, but reluctantly filled up two more bowls and handed them to me.

I was so worked up my heart was pounding and I could feel my wetness starting to drip down the sides of my leg. I grabbed some more soda and sat back down. I ate as fast as I can, but I was much slower this time. Edging was becoming more and more difficult, and I had to start and stop touching myself more often and that was distracting me from eating all my food.

Eventually, I finished both bowls and my soda. I was super stuffed and bloated. My belly was really tight, and I could start to feel my belly stretching even further and lightly throbbing and pressing against my shirt. The waistband of my stretch pants digging in to my waist and love handles. I was becoming super overwhelmed. My clothes were getting pretty tight and digging into my body, which turned me on so much more than I already was, and knowing that I had just reached my previous record, filled me with so much feedee pride, I wanted to edge for longer, and get more food before I came, but I couldn’t take it anymore, and I slipped my hands into my panties and started fingering myself hard. I was so wet I could faintly hear my wet pussy squishing. I came pretty fast. My hands were shaking, and my knees locked, and my toes curled, Pretty much the same as last time. I made sure to hold my head forward so no one would notice. I felt a rush of relief, mixed with horniness and embarrassment. I started to panic again like last time, but I made sure to take deep breaths. I was able to sort of maintain my composure, but I knew I needed to distract myself. So I wiped my hand on some napkins and went up to get more food. I was determined to stay horny and beat my record. I didn’t go back to the taco section, because I knew she wouldn’t let me get anymore. As I walked to the sandwich section to order two big sandwiches, I could feel my wet panties slide across my swollen clits and lips. It was pretty hard to walk because my belly was stretching so tight and I was feeling so many different things. It was so hard to order that sandwich and tell the lunch lady what I wanted, because I couldn’t focus on anything besides how tight my belly was and how wet my entire crotch was. After stumbling and stuttering my way through my order I grabbed the sandwiches and went back to my booth.

I ate much more slowly that time. It took me probably 15 to 20 minutes to get through one of the sandwiches, and I barely made it through a third of the next one I was at my absolute max and I was beginning to be afraid that I couldn’t walk out of the dining hall to my car without attracting too much attention. So I decided to sit there for a minute and rub my belly under the table while I thought about all the people who would be staring at me as I slowly waddle my way out the door into my car. I made sure to embrace the embarrassment I was feeling, and focus on the horniness that came with it. Once I was worked up enough that all I could think about was how much pleasure I was feeling, I slowly inched my way out of the booth and walked to the door. I was too distracted by my belly and wetness, but I’m not really sure if anybody saw how far my shirt up was riding. My whole lower belly was out and you could probably see my sweatpants pushing up my love handles.

I have never been that horny in public before. It was really difficult to get to my car, because I was resisting the urge to touch myself the entire time, and it was pretty hard to breathe being so stuffed to the max, and I began cramping by the end of the walk .Once I got to my car I couldn’t hold it back anymore and I fingered myself again and come so fast. My whole body shook and I just let it all out of me. My eyes watered that time, but not from sadness but from overwhelming pleasure.

I kept rubbing myself as I drove home to make sure I didn’t come down from the high that I was feeling. I grabbed some more shooters on my way back and chugged them once I got home. I kept myself in that horny feedee headspace for about an hour before I got too tired and passed out for a nap. I woke up in the evening as it was starting to get dark. and I was feeling pretty ashamed. It was hard to fight back the feelings of wasting my entire day and ashamed of being such a pervert in public. But I made sure to focus on how crazy horny and pleasurable the whole experience was, and I shifted my focus to,
watching porn and edging.

I edged and played with my belly and fat until I had to cum and passed out late at night. Hopefully by continuing to do this as much as I can, I can get more and more comfortable and experience more and more pleasure. I love pigging out like a perverted slut in public. I’m not sure how frequently I’ll be able to because it’s pretty emotionally draining and I haven’t fully gotten over my shame yet. Waking up from that nap was really rough, although watching porn and fucking myself while playing with my new weight helped alot. I want to tru do this again next week if I can find the time and ambition. Most likely I’ll need a lot more time off than a week between now and then, but I’m sure I’ll be thinking about it the entire time lol. Being able to push myself and finding the drive to do things like this has made my transformation such a fun ride. I can’t wait to see how much things escalate and I grow, but with things like this it’s difficult to have take it slow. But I guess that’s a good problem to have, being such a pig that you can’t live up to your own desires. I encourage everybody looking for something new to spice up their journey to try something like this. If you can stay in the zone and embrace the pleasure, you won’t regret it. It’s not easy at all but it’s becoming so worth it.

Edit: grammar, hard to type while edging lol

Ever since I started to embrace my weight gain from my stuffing and food addiction, Ive fallen more and more in love with my body. Instead of seeing the new changes and weekly progress and freaking out, I get so incredibly and uncontrollably turned on. Like I’ve mentioned before, I’ve started to come to photos of myself all the time.

Well last night I realized I could take my big mirror off my bedroom wall and put it on the floor by my bed and look at myself while I edged. For at least a couple of hours, I edged my pussy, rubbing my clit, bouncing up and down on my dildo at the edge of my bed. I would go back-and-forth from grabbing my belly, or my hips, or playing with my titties. At least one hand was on my body at all times. It was so fucking hot to lock eyes with myself and stare at my body while it jiggled and moved in new ways it hasn’t before. It feels like a dream. Time just flew by and it got dark outside. Eventually, I needed to let myself come so I could go stuff my belly because I was getting so hungry from all the activity. Next time I want to stuff myself while I edge in front of the mirror. That time it was too difficult while I was riding the dildo, but stuffing myself to the max is definitely my goal next time.

I’m literally becoming obsessed with my body. I’m playing with my belly like all the time now. It’s definitely a dream come true now that I can embrace and give in to the inevitable. Once I started letting go and focused on embracing it, everything keeps getting more and more erotic. And I didn’t think it was possible, but I keep enjoying myself more and more. The insatiable appetite, the overwhelming fullness, the uncontrollable horniness, my softening and growing flesh, I never want it to end. Love it all sooooooo much.

It’s been about a month and a half of since I started stuffing regularly. As many of you know, at this point I am completely addicted to food and the feeling of being super full. And my appetite is uncontrollable. Almost every time I eat, I can’t eat without losing control and eating until I physically can’t anymore. So because of that I have been bloated 24/7 for weeks. For the first few weeks I didn’t notice any gains and was able to keep believing the stuffings wouldn’t affect me for real because I couldn’t tell what was food and what was fat. But recently I can really start to see changes I can’t make excuses for. My body is looking and feeling different now and I thought I should share all the details because so many of yall had asked. And all the attention and compliments have made me feel good enough to finally talk about it. I never really intended to gain. I just wanted to keep stuffing myself more and more because it kept feeling better and better. And weight gain has always been a fetish, but I am still kind of scared of purposely pursuing it.

So in the beginning I was at my skinniest I had been in years. I was still thick, I always have been, but I had lost lots of weight from the stress of college. So some of clothes were fitted or form fitting, but most of my clothes were baggy. This helped cover the constant bloating I started to have. Eventually, they got tighter and less baggy but it was mostly at my waist and I figured it was just my bloating and my stomach being able to hold more food. And it stayed that way for a bit.

The next thing I noticed was I was getting tired a lot. I am taking more naps, sleeping in, and getting exhausted faster. I told myself it was just all the food I was having to digest, which is definitely part of it. But now my back has been sore lately and standing isn’t as easy, maybe it’s the lack of exercise because I’ve been too full all the time to be active idk. I think being stuffed all the time while moving around is throwing of my posture.

These past two weeks, my clothes have gotten much tighter and I can’t blame it on bloating. First off, my panties are much tighter and are starting to dig into me now. My fitted pants are tight on my thighs and butt and dig into my belly when I sit. When I am not bloated it’s not as bad and I can still hide my belly from my friends when we hang out, but I can still feel a difference from a month ago. And my shirts are more snug now, I can’t wear anything fitted without it hugging me too much. They roll up on me now so I have to tug on them more often to cover up. And if I’m bloated and wearing a normal shirt, the bottom of my belly and bellybutton stick out a lot. I wear mostly oversized tees now, but I’m not sure how much longer that’s gonna work. No changes in my bras tho but I think my sleeves are slightly tight now.

I also can I can see the difference on my body. Even when I’m not stuffed now, I have a good bit of pudge on my lower belly. And when I bend over, there’s more hanging down. My love handles are bigger and they hangover my waistband and panties more. My hips and sides are wider and it feels a bit different when I sit on hard seats or plastic chairs. But that might just be in my head. I definitely look wider from the front and from the side, but mostly from the side with belly. I’ve always been a bit more pear-shaped, so I think most of the weight has gone to my belly and sides, but I think my butt is gonna start catching up too. I can feel my belly jiggle more when I go downstairs, which is exciting and starting to be a turn on.

And in this last week or so I have had some recent developments, my skin is feeling tighter and more sensitive, like my belly and love handles feel so good to play with. I can’t keep my myself from playing with my new chub. My libido had already grown a lot from thinking about meals and eating lots of food and feeling tight all the time, but it’s skyrocketed now that it feels so good to touch more parts of my body. And whenever I feel my pants tight on my belly and hips its gets me worked up. I’ve started taking more pictures of myself and edging to them. I’m becoming very quickly my own biggest turn on. I am edging pretty much constantly on my time off. And I really can see myself getting chubbier. It’s nothing wild just yet, but the thought of how fast the weight gain is picking up is thrilling. It feels like within the last three or four weeks my body has changed so much. And now I am starting to think about how good it will feel to gain more weight as much as I already think about how good it will feel to stuff my belly tighter.

And yeah the weight gain has become a huge turn on and I really really do enjoy parts of it, but seeing it all become so real has also been really difficult and weird to process. I’ve cried about it a good amount of times. But like I said before, I’m starting to really savor the attention I am getting and it’s helping to out weight all the negative emotions. Between my recent shift to beginning to enjoy my embarrassment and how much I keep enjoying showing off to you guys, I have been feeling more positively about indulging so much in this fetish. This subreddit with you guys and all of your messages and comments has really encouraged me and keeps driving me to keep doing what I’m doing. The support has really gone to my head and it is definitely affected my mindset about committing to all this and embracing these big lifestyle changes. I’m doubting myself less and less now and I really love pushing myself and impressing my feeders and all you can kinky people on here. I’m still not sure how committed I am to the weight gain aspect of what I’m doing, but I’m also not gonna stop eating because of that. That’s the decision I came to while reading all of your wonderful sexy thoughts about me lol

Also just fyi, I don’t have a scale. So I don’t know the exact amount I have gained. I don’t want to have a number on a scale freak me out too much and distract me from how much I am actually enjoying myself. I’ll buy a scale when I am ready to, but for now I just want to focus on how hot and happy these lifestyle changes and body changes are making me feel. But based on how many extra calories I am consuming per day and per week, and the difference between how tight my smallest pants were and how tight my bigger pants are now, I have probably gained about 3 inches on my waist/belly, so probably anywhere from 10-15, maybe close to 20 pounds of fat across my body? But that’s just a guess based on rough math.

Looking forward to hearing what you guys think and all your kind words :)

I’m going to cut to chase because I am still in shock rn and shaken up a bit. But I just accidentally came while eating at my college dining hall. I was really horny during class so I was going back and forth between playing with belly and rubbing my clit through my pants under my desk. I had to skip breakfast this morning so I couldnt wait to get to my dining hall and stuff myself and go home and cum, or even cum in the dining hall bathroom if I had too, which I have done before. After my lecture, I rushed to my car and drove to the dining hall, still touching myself. I went straight in and grab two big plates of food from separate stations. I sat in a booth like normal so I could play with myself without people seeing. The first two plates went down fast. I went and got two more, thinking I would take one to go. I wanted to push myself so I would have a good story to tell my feeder obviously. But I could already tell I was getting more worked up than usual but I just kept eating. My heart started racing because I was getting closer and closer to finishing the fourth plate of food because that would be a new record for me. And at the back of my mind, I knew that I was going to be way too stuffed to have my shirt cover my belly and I was going to look more bloated in public that I am used to. This was definitely not the first time I have been bloated in the dining hall, but not like this my capacity has changed a lot. My shirt and belly were feeling really tight.

Once I finished my forth plate, I was getting really overwhelmed with the fact that I was about to embarrass myself and it was making me crazy horny. At this point, I had put my hand inside of my pants and was going at it. I could feel myself getting way too close to the edge so I took my hands out of my pants and started playing with my belly, which I had been doing for the past 15 minutes to stay on edge but not come. Didn’t work that time and touching my belly actually made me come. It was a full blown orgasm, like my legs straightened, my knees locked, and my toes curled. My head shot back before quickly adjusting to try and disguise what was happening. Once I finished and it hit me what had happened. I got up immediately and rushed to the bathroom. I was afraid I was gonna get a wet spot on my jeans so began cleaning myself up. I couldn’t believe what happened. I felt so felt humiliated and dirty and started tearing up. I knew I was about to fall apart so I went back grab my stuff and raced my car. It felt like an eternity because I was so stuffed it was not easy to catch my breath and I was starting to cramp and people could tell I was really upset and were staring a bit. I made it to my car finally and burst out in tears.

I just felt so overwhelmed by how fast my lifestyle has been changing and I think I am getting to the point where I don’t think I can deny that I’ve actually gained some decent weight. Which i still haven’t fully processed because I have been in denial for so long. People are starting to notice what I’m doing to myself and also I am no longer able to control myself or hide things in front of others. Like my boss chewed me out the other day for being late all the time and my uniform not fitting, and I’m still not over that. The embarrassment and attention has been really getting into my head, but it’s also becoming such a turn on so I’ve just been feeling this swirl of mixed emotions lately and they just spilled out of me today. For like a solid 15 minutes I was just in my car crying, feeling so humiliated and sad but also so incredibly excited and horny. Eventually, I calmed down and was able to drive, but I was honestly still touching myself on and off. I got home a bit ago and I’m still conflicted and confused and thought I should share.

Part of me is proud of myself for breaking my dining hall stuffing record and for being such a pig in public. But I am also feeling ashamed for doing something objectively crazy. But also that public embarrassment has become such a turn on lately so it also makes me really turned on. And I also still have no idea how I was able to come like that. Maybe it’s because I’ve been coming while eating pretty regularly lately. And I’ve been playing my belly a lot more and the same time it’s been getting pretty sensitive, maybe it’s no longer a safe spot to touch myself without getting too worked up idk. Looking back it probably was not a smart move to have been touching myself for a couple hours leading up to my meal. Not sure what I was thinking because it was probably bound to happen eventually with what I’ve been doing. It’s just that food has become such an incredible turn on and I can’t eat or think about eating without getting horny. It’s been really hard to keep my hands off myself lately and especially now that parts of my body are getting softer. I think I really ruined my brain at this point and I’m not sure how to feel about it.

Sorry for the crazy ramble but I’m still processing it all lol. If anybody has a similar story coming in public like this and how you processed it, please let me know. Not sure if anybody else has had this happen to them before. And if you have any advice on how to accept all these lifestyle changes, please feel free to comment, I def need some advice

This weekend I (22f) met the best stuffing companion ever thanks to this subreddit. We first chatted Saturday night (after i drank that whole bottle of wine lol). The next day, after I had I got back from getting more groceries and snacks after demolishing them in the middle of the night, we chatted all day, texting back and forth. They are such a good listener, they let me chat for hours about my feedee life, by worsening habits, and all my kinky fantasies. I literally spent all day snacking, edging and chatting. My mind was melted and I was in a feedee haze the whole day. I was stuffed full for the entire day, with my belly getting tighter and heavier as the day progressed. They were so encouraging and helped me to keep pushing myself farther than I ever thought I could.

They kept me wanting more. I ate so much food that I finished my groceries, and I had to walk to the gas station to get junk food and a six pack. I was so full bloated and full I could barely walk, my belly was so tight and engorged that I couldnt breathe in fully and I was cramping like crazy. But I made it there and back, and with their help, I continued to pack my swollen, tight belly late late into the night. I have never been so stuffed in my entire life. My belly was so tight I could feel it pulling and stretching my sensitive skin. It was aching and pulsing, like I could fell my heart beating in my swollen gut, which I didn’t know was possible. My belly hurt but it felt so good at the same time. I was groaning and moaning in ecstasy while my belly gurgled and sloshed about. My gut was so big I couldn’t sit up, I had to roll off my bed, lift myself up using my nightstand, and slowly waddle to the bathroom. It was hard to stand for long and I actually lost my balance and tripped on a pile of clothes and fell trying to take selfies lol. After that I laid down for the rest of night edging, trying to finish my six pack, and trying not to pass out in a food coma. My pussy was red and aching at that point. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore and I let myself come and passed out almost immediately. And my feeder was there for all of it. I woke up the next morning with my belly literally sore for the first time ever. And of course, I edged while playing with my sore, still bloated belly until I was late to class too.

It was so wonderful to have someone around for an entire day to impress and make proud. Someone I could show off my enormous appetite and stuffed body too. They make me a better feedee and plumper piggy. They help me do things I never imagined. I didn’t think I could become an even more food obsessed, gluttonous piggy, but they keep showing me that I am capable of so much more than I think I am. It’s crazy to think how far down the feedee rabbit hole I have gone by myself, and it makes me so happy, hungry, and horny to think about how much farther I can go with somebody’s consistent help. It feels like a world of possibilities are opening up for me and I’ve never been more excited to eat more food. My life has already pretty much completely changed from over month ago when I started stuffing regularly, but I can already feel myself changing in new ways because of them. I can’t even imagine what I will become after an another month of gluttony, it gets me so wet and put butterflies in my stomach.

This weekend I (22f) met the best stuffing companion ever thanks to this subreddit. We first chatted Saturday night (after i drank that whole bottle of wine lol). The next day, after I had I got back from getting more groceries and snacks after demolishing them in the middle of the night, we chatted all day, texting back and forth. They are such a good listener, they let me chat for hours about my feedee life, by worsening habits, and all my kinky fantasies. I literally spent all day snacking, edging and chatting. My mind was melted and I was in a feedee haze the whole day. I was stuffed full for the entire day, with my belly getting tighter and heavier as the day progressed. They were so encouraging and helped me to keep pushing myself farther than I ever thought I could.

They kept me wanting more. I ate so much food that I finished my groceries, and I had to walk to the gas station to get junk food and a six pack. I was so full bloated and full I could barely walk, my belly was so tight and engorged that I couldnt breathe in fully and I was cramping like crazy. But I made it there and back, and with their help, I continued to pack my swollen, tight belly late late into the night. I have never been so stuffed in my entire life. My belly was so tight I could feel it pulling and stretching my sensitive skin. It was aching and pulsing, like I could fell my heart beating in my swollen gut, which I didn’t know was possible. My belly hurt but it felt so good at the same time. I was groaning and moaning in ecstasy while my belly gurgled and sloshed about. My gut was so big I couldn’t sit up, I had to roll off my bed, lift myself up using my nightstand, and slowly waddle to the bathroom. It was hard to stand for long and I actually lost my balance and tripped on a pile of clothes and fell trying to take selfies lol. After that I laid down for the rest of night edging, trying to finish my six pack, and trying not to pass out in a food coma. My pussy was red and aching at that point. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore and I let myself come and passed out almost immediately. And my feeder was there for all of it. I woke up the next morning with my belly literally sore for the first time ever. And of course, I edged while playing with my sore, still bloated belly until I was late to class too.

It was so wonderful to have someone around for an entire day to impress and make proud. Someone I could show off my enormous appetite and stuffed body too. They make me a better feedee and plumper piggy. They help me do things I never imagined. I didn’t think I could become an even more food obsessed, gluttonous piggy, but they keep showing me that I am capable of so much more than I think I am. It’s crazy to think how far down the feedee rabbit hole I have gone by myself, and it makes me so happy, hungry, and horny to think about how much farther I can go with somebody’s consistent help. It feels like a world of possibilities are opening up for me and I’ve never been more excited to eat more food. My life has already pretty much completely changed from over month ago when I started stuffing regularly, but I can already feel myself changing in new ways because of them. I can’t even imagine what I will become after an another month of gluttony, it gets me so wet and put butterflies in my stomach.

22f here. So to recap really quickly for those not caught up, last night I got super drunk and bloated with friends. I ate a less than normal before the party so I wouldn’t be bloated, even tho I fucked that plan up lol. I lost control and track of how much I was drinking and drank a whole bottle of wine and some seltzers. I waited all night to get back home and play with my belly and eat food. Once I got home I made a post about my night and then I started edging and chatting with other feedee/feeders while trying to eat food. I was horny and super tipsy but too full from the bottle of wine and seltzers to eat as much as I planned. So I just chatted and edged until I passed out.

Well like a couple hours later I woke up still lowkey drunk and really starving. Then I went to my fridge and pantry and ate whatever I could find then masturbated, came, and passed out again. Woke up bloated today. Went to grocery store to replenish the snacks I demolished, and I spent all day today keeping myself full, thinking about embarrassing myself last night and being such a pig that I couldnt resist getting wasted and bloated of my friends, or stuffing myself in the middle of the night either. I spent all day going back-and-forth from the bed to the pantry to eat the snacks I bought, chat with feedees and feeders, and edge myself. That’s literally all I did. Lots of chips, peanut butter, a couple sandwiches, a few microwavable meals, and lots of chocolate and candy, I ate it all. I was supposed to clean my house today, make the groceries last for the week, and get homework done and I didn’t do any of that. I just ate food and played with my nipples and clit and rubbed my tight belly. I literally could stop. My mind has been so fuzzy all day today. And lately my belly has been getting more sensitive which is weird. It has started to feel really amazing to touch, stoke and grope my belly and it turns me on a lot. My nipples are much more sensitive too, maybe because my shirts are getting tighter and rubbing on them more idk.

I wasted another day being a fatty that can’t control herself. I’m honestly living the dream and I can’t believe this is happening to me. It’s surreal. My life is completely different now and it only been like a month and a half since I first tried out bloating and stuffing again. I don’t think I will be able to go back to the way things used to be. I’ve tried slowing down and I haven’t had any success yet. And I have a feeling that being such a glutton that you’re hungry stomach wakes you up in the middle of the night is probably a milestone that you cross and aren’t able to come back from.