POV: I’m you’re dedicated feedee housewife 🐽 I’ve always b..

POV:
I’m you’re dedicated feedee housewife 🐽

I’ve always been like this…a gluttonous girl… I was born this way…born to pig out and fatten up. I wasn’t born to feed myself or have worries!! cares!! a career (ew)!! or bills to pay!! I was born to become a needy, pretty, heifer housewife. Imagine dating me (you’d be so lucky), I’m chubby now but it’s not that bad *yet*. Your family and friends point out that I’m a bigger, curvy girl. You say I’m beautiful and that’s that. We get engaged and I’m around 350 pounds. You’ve put quite a bit of weight on me, people see our engagement photos and they’re *shocked*. Your mom calls you and asks how have I’ve put on so much weight. We’ve only been dating for a year and a half, 65 pounds is nothing. Our wedding day comes and my dress can barely zip. I’ve plumped up to 360 by the time I'm waddling down the aisle. We can’t believe we are finally gonna make our fat dreams come true (lmao). You feed me tons of food and cake at our reception. You keep pushing plate after plate in front of me. You kiss on my cheek, down to my neck and double chin. You begin to gently squeeze my exposed, fleshy arms and tell me it’s time to cut the cake. I’ve eaten so much at this point that it’s hard for me to stand (it doesn’t help that you fed me a huge breakfast that day). Our families see you trying to help my heavy ass up and it’s a spectacle. I’m so heavy and out of breath, you thought I’ve never been prettier. I get up and you help me walk to the cake table. We cut slices for each other, the piece you put on your plate for me is thick and big. Your piece is average, they suit us perfectly. There’s no use in hiding that I love to eat, it’s obvious. Everyone is wondering if you’re doing this to me on purpose as you stuff the oversized slice into my greedy mouth. I can’t help but moan, I’m so full already!!! But I love to please you. I love knowing that you’re so turned on by my morbid obesity in front of everyone. It’s obvious that you not only love my fat body, you love making it bigger. The honey moon comes and we get an all inclusive resort. I’m waddling around at the beach, holding your hand as my support while in my bikini on the beach. Your fit body looks so good next to my lard ridden body, inflated with rolls and stretch marks. We settle on the beach and you immediately pull out the snacks. I sigh and insist that I just ate lunch, but you aren’t having it and you shove food in my face. I stuff myself with my belly bloated and hanging out on the shore. You help me waddle back to the beach house and we fuck immediately. We’re back home and I’m officially 372 pounds. You fed me so well and kept me so sedentary while we were away…imagine how it’s gonna be while we’re back in our new home. You put away all of our belongings while I sit my big ass on the bed and unpack the suitcases for you. My arms get tired, you finish up, and now it’s time to spoil me. I’m hungry, my appetite is insatiable after eating so much on vacation. We have a funnel in our bedroom and we can’t wait to use it. I’ve been in bed all day so you encourage me to go to the kitchen to get some movement in. I need you to hold my pudgy hands while I get out of bed. You help me and I pick out the ice cream I want poured down my throat (Häagen-Dazs Coffee Chocolate Brownie Ice Cream). You get it ready and lead me back to bed. You fix my pillows and set me up to be as comfortable as possible. I lay down, I need your help to adjust all the way. I’m really getting out of breath and having a hard time. After tending to me, you place the funnel gently into my mouth, cupping my double chin and telling me how fat you’re going to make me EVEN THOUGH I’ve gained 100 pounds in a couple of years. We aren’t done. We aren’t even close. It’s too much fun to see me outgrow panties, bras, and every type of clothing I own. Pajamas that once hung off of me, cling to my flabby upper arms, titties, and belly. I have wrist rolls, a soft hanging double belly, cellulite all over, I was meant to grow for you. I was meant to drink this entire gallon of ice cream just to get you off and make you proud of me. I drink every last sip, I’ve been such a good girl. You start kissing me from head to toe. You really can’t get enough of my engorged body. We’ve really done it, we are making our dreams come true. We’re fattening me up to unrecognizable lengths. 400 is creeping up on me already. I know you’re not going to let up, especially as my cravings are getting more intense and as I’ve gotten lazier. I used to go out from time to time but now it’s so hard to get around. I stay inside most of the day but I love visiting our folks. People ask what you’re feeding me and you just shake your head but say everything and laugh. It’s funny because it’s true!!! I love being your piggy housewife, 400 will be here so soon. I can’t wait to hear what they say when the next 28 pounds is added to my little body. I’m the widest person we know and it’s the hottest thing in the world. We fuck and you eat me out, pushing your head through my lardy lil thighs. It’s so hot knowing that all my fat covers you, I love being the helpless, enormous housewife of your dreams 🥵🐽💋✨