feeding

I know what you crave. That secret yearning, the desire that sends heat rushing through your body. The mere thought of it makes your palms sweat, doesn’t it? Feederism. It’s where I reign supreme, a queen of curves and overeating. You sit there in your chair, watching me, your hunger growing, not just for the food spread out before us on the table, but for me, my soft, plump flesh that you dream of filling with every bite I take, and wishing to touch and feel. Let’s get into it, shall we? The Feast Begins here we are in a dimly lit room, the scent of greasy pizza wafting through the air. I’m wearing nothing but a sheer negligee, my voluptuous curvy body on full display. You watch as I spread out a feast fit for a king, or rather, a gluttonous goddess. There’s a large pepperoni pizza, Fresh and steaming hot, cheese stretching with every slice. Crispy fried chicken, smothered in gravy. A mountain of nachos piled high with cheese, jalapeños, and sour cream. […]