THE FEEDER DIARIES: APRIL 2025

5/12/2025

I think all my FWB thinks about now is food! 

So my FWB (F, 4’11, 220lbs) who I’m going to start referring to as Danby to make things easier. I will also reference her by that in future post. 

She comes over every Friday and we’ve developed a bit of a routine. After work she comes over and we take an edible and we’ll order some food or make a snack run. 

We didn’t have anything crazy planned this time around. Just a cozy night in. We did our thing took some edibles and got some Wendy’s. She wanted a 4 piece spicy nuggets, an order of chili fries, a frosty and a sugar cookie but ofc me being me I had to order a lil more so i accidentally ordered a 10 piece spicy nuggets and two sugar cookies. 

When she saw the bag she skeptical but still pleasantly surprised by the amount of food she got. I got a 4 for 4 and a bacanator and of course when the porker saw me unwrap my burger she just had to take a bite, that turned into 2 then 3 then another then another until she had housed the whole sandwich. Leaving me just crumbs and a greasy balled up wrapper. 

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her as she sat in bed, mindlessly stuffing her face with meat and cheese. I didn’t say a word as she made her way through the greasy burger. I didn’t want to interrupt it was almost like she was in a trance.

Her chewing was constant and ravenous only interrupted by her moans of enjoyment. 

By the time she realized what she had done.  

She felt terrible about it and apologized saying she didn’t know what she was doing. Her eyes were glassy. She was stoned so I knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself, anything I put in front of her would soon be inside her big bloated gut. 

When she finally started making her way through her own meal. I began to look for a movie. As she drooled over her chili fries. She tried her best to wait for me and for the movie to begin but when a drop of drool left her mouth Ik her will power was crumbling and I let her indulge as I looked for a movie. 

The movie was a formality really, we never made it through the movie. We usually just ate and watched the movie until we got high horny and then fooled around until one of us passed out. 

She quickly made her way through the chili fries and 10 piece nuggets b before I finally found a movie. 

She looked like she was fading fast so I knew I had to make a move quickly 

I began to strip her leaving her naked in the bed full of crumbs. We began to make out. My hand running through her fat sweaty rolls. Her breath smelt like meat but I didn’t care. I wanted to pork this piggy until she squealed. 

But then. She stopped. 

And looked deep into my eyes. It felt like she was staring into my soul when she said. “Frosty!” With a pout. “I need my frosty now!” I was confused. Was this really what this got was thinking about when we were preparing to fuck? Is food the only thing on her mind? 

I was perplexed, but honestly I shouldn’t have been surprised a girl her size probably thinks about food 24/7.

She then said “hurrryyyyy it’s going to meltttt.” She wined. I then hopped off her bloated hairy body. 

I passed her the half melted frosty. To which she responded with a dissatisfied sigh and complained that her frosty had melted. 

I then grabbed her the spoon to which she clearly didn’t need. Like a pig at a trough she was face first in the frosty. Just drinking the thick melted ice cream no spoon needed. The thick cream pooling out from both ends of her mouth and didn’t stop until the frosty was done. In one go this pig had chugged an entire frosty. 

I was dumbfounded and honestly impressed. 

“Omg I forgot to breathe.” She blurted out. 

I then thought that since she finished her frosty that was the green light to continue where we left off. I mean that’s had to be the reason she sucked it down with such gusto. But I was wrong. 

She then said “I need a minute baby. I’m going to explode if we try to do anything.” 

I then decided I’ll just cuddle up next to her and just watch the movie while she recovered. Maybe even rub her tummy a lil. I then got beside her. The sheets were literally coated in her crumbs. I decided to ignore it and just cuddle her and rub her tummy for her because she was clearly struggling. 

I then begin rubbing her immensely bloated hairy ball of lard she called a belly. It was sticky not only from sweat but from frosty. I decide to soldier on and kept rubbing until my little whale slipped into a food coma. 

5/13/2025

My FWB Never Misses her Midnight Snack 

Okay normally I don’t really need to report back to yall until next weekend when Danby (F, 4’11, 220lbs) comes back but, last night was insane lol. 

After stuffing herself silly and eating what I’m estimating to be 2,090 calories in one meal! Which is more than most grown men. And if that didn’t express to you how much this gluttonous hog can eat when she has the munchies. 

A woman of her height with a sedentary lifestyle should be consuming roughly 1500 calories a day. But this pig ate nearly 600 more calories in her dinner alone and she wasn’t done there. 

If you have read my last post you’d know that this beefy cow had fell asleep when I started rubbing her distended bloated belly after she housed her meal from Wendy’s. 

She was stuffed silly. Which is honestly pretty normal for Danby on a Friday night. 

Most women her age would spend their Friday nights getting all pretty to go to the club or party with her friends. Not this pig, every Friday she ended up stoned and stuffed to the max in my bed.

But this Friday was a bit different. She fell asleep weirdly early before her midnight snack which was always some sort of sweet treat or dessert. But tonight she was out by 10. Which isn’t like her at all she literally never goes to bed on a Friday night without something sweet. She literally tells me all the time about how she looks forward to it all week. 

The cookie I had gotten was untouched in the Wendy’s bag. 

If you closed your eyes you wouldn’t know if you were in bed with a woman who was only 24 and 4’11 or if you were in bed with a 50 year old 600 pound man. Danby was snoring so loud I had to put subtitles on my movie and let out farts so loud, wet and obnoxious I nearly woke her up to check if she was okay. 

I looked down at her. She was a mess. A hot sweaty fat mess. She was curled up in a ball  her face covered in drool and ice cream. Her body began to shine with a thick coat of sweat, her gut and various rolls and folds receiving the brunt of it. But it honestly looked the worst along her belly crease by her love handles and above her hairy tangled fupa. 

She had been letting herself go especially bad with the shaving lately and you could tell as I rubbed her tummy in circles. I felt how long the hair was along her happy trail as I did this. 

Honestly she was such a sight to behold I even questioned myself looking down at her. Like damn… you’re fucking that? But that thought quickly faded interrupted by more air leaving her wide flat ass. 

I then started to get considerably hot lying next to this lard ball. She was practically ontop of me as she sweat uncontrollably. I tried waking her up twice but she just grunted and rolled over like a pig in her pen.

I was finally free from the meat prison known as Danby lol 

I then get up and went out into the kitchen to grab a water. 

That’s when I heard her heavy footsteps coming from down the hall.

It honestly kinda freaked me out. I didn’t know who it could be honestly because Danby is out like a log and once she’s naked and in bed she doesn’t leave bed unless she needs to use the bathroom. 

She waddled in looking like a wreck. 

When she leaves bed she usually brings a robe to cover her huge flabby body but this time she was completely naked. Her low hanging udders resting lazily on her belly. Her hairy stretch marked covered belly on full display. Her thick fat columns for thighs visible for all to see. 

Normally when Danby is sober she would never even let another soul besides me see a sliver of her midsection but she was too high and hungry to care or notice. 

“Grab me some ice cream.” The hog said with a raspy voice. I didn’t what I was told and began to follow her but then it hit me. I can make this more gluttonous can’t I? 

So I decided to prepare a huge bowl of ice cream and added chocolate sauce to it. 

Then I basically skipped with glee after her. She’s already in the room lying there like a slug. With her eyes closed and her mouth open. 

She opens them when I approach seeing what I brought her and says “Gawd you know how to make a girl feel loved.” And proceeded to eat scoop full after spoonful of the ice cream. It was almost was like in her mind if she didn’t eat this fast enough I was going to take it away from her or something. 

She made very quick work of the bowl. Then scrapped the bowl with the spoon to make sure she got every last drop of ice cream before lazily handing me the empty bowl and rolling over with a grunt before falling asleep and snoring just as quickly as she woke up. 

I didn’t know how to make sense of this. 

I can’t believe she actually woke up just for a bowl of ice cream. This hogs belly is on a schedule. Don’t matter if she’s awake or not she’s gonna make sure to have herself a sweat treat as soon as that clock hits midnight. 

5/18/2025

Should I Be Turned On Or Disgusted?

So I through a small little get-together and of course I had to invite Danby (F, 4’11, 220lbs) it was the first time in a while I had so many friends over. 

Even though it was at my house people dressed up more than I was expecting. Everyone wore their best fits while I was wearing slides lol 

Typically Danby doesn’t really care about what she looks like. But this time she got ready at her friend’s house and went all out and looked really pretty. 

She was wearing one of those corset tops that give you the illusion of shape. And it kind of worked. It gave her this coke bottle figure. If you didn’t look too long Lmaoo 

She almost blended in with her other conventionally hotter skinnier friends. She looked the part until you saw her hairy, doughy arms spilling out. 

But still she looked cute and after a few drinks owned her big flabby arms and was proud of her curves like a thick goddess. But still those stretch-marked upper arms and flabby forearms weren’t fooling anyone. And she had to adjust the top a few times cause her gut kept pressing it up.

She got absolutely sloshed. 

She was downing drinks like she downs calories and stuffed her face like nobody was watching. 

She ate wings, pizza, cookies and chips. She basically sat next to the food table snacking like it was her last meal on earth. 

She kept saying shit like “I haven’t eaten all day!” like she was justifying how much she was shoveling in her greedy mouth, even though no one asked. I almost felt bad for my little porker. 

It was a great time honestly and by the end of the night after everyone left except Danby who offered to help me clean. I began cleaning up the living room and then I started to wonder where she was. 

But then I looked over and see that she’s leaning into the pizza box like a raccoon, sweaty curls sticking to her fat face and neck. Her belly pushing against the table edge, and she just looks at me jokes about how this is her version of helping me clean. Making a joke saying she’s cleaning out the pizza box. 

I then couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I kept glancing over as I continued to clean watching as she scarfed down bite after bite. 

Her face was shiny with oil and alcohol, and she was so bloated she had to keep shifting her weight like her gut was too big and full to stay still.

She then grabs the whole box of pizza that had at least 4 slices left and disappeared. I just let her go. I assumed she was just heading to the fridge to save it for later.

A few minutes later I hear her calling out, crying out to me from down the hall. I follow the sound and open the bathroom door without thinking. I was too drunk to remember to knock and just kind of barged in by accident. 

but what I saw was truly a sight to behold. She was sitting on the toilet, pants around her cankles, her fat hairy knees spread apart, holding her sleepy head up with one hand and a cold slice of pizza in the other.

She’s got the box resting on her lap, wedged between her belly and her thighs. 

Her gut was pressed so low from sitting that it was rising forward like bread, the bottom of it resting right above her spread thighs, the stretchmarks deep and plentiful across the center of her round belly. Her thighs looked huge. No other words besides gelatinous could truly describe how fat and flabby they looked. 

She just looks up at me—barely fazed—and goes, “I done.” In a single song voice. 

I blink, staring at her in this disgusting, vulnerable position. “Done with what?”

She then motion at the now-empty box like a proud piglet and says, “The pizza. I don’t with pizza.Take it awayyy.” She says in a cute soft voice. 

There were four slices in that box! 

Literally ten minutes ago. The box was half full! 

I don’t know what to say. I just took the box, and walk away, still stunned and perplexed by the image that had just been burned into my eyes. 

A few minutes later I’m in my room, trying to decompress, and she barges in. 

Her pants still around her ankles, corset top bunched up under the milk jugs she calls tits, her belly loaf hanging out, mouth still shiny from grease—and says, “Omg I’m so sorry for that… I’m disgusting.”

She looked like an absolute wreck. Her hair was frizzy, one boob was nearly half out, her face was flushed and round, and she still smelled like old perfume, sweat  and garlic knots. 

I just said, “It’s fine.” And tried to comfort her. Not gonna lie it turned me on but of course I didn’t tell her that. So I just said u thought it was sort of cute. 

She gave me the most confused, disturbed look. “Whatever, you’re lying,” she said. Like she genuinely didn’t believe anyone could think that was cute looking the way she did. 

But then I started to think about. Why was I turned on? Shouldn’t I have been disgusted seeing her bloated, drunk, pants down, greasy and snorting? Not to mention seeing her eating pizza on the toilet without a care in the world. Her feelings of shame clearly outmatched by her gluttony. 

What do you think? Should I have been turned on or disgusted? 

5/20/2025

Licking Melted Ice Cream Off Of My Cows Udder

So me and Danby (F, 4’11, 220lbs) were high as shit the other night, halfway through some movie we weren’t even paying attention to after getting Mediterranean food. She had a pint of Ben & Jerry’s on her nude belly, just going to town like she normally does whenever there’s anything sweet in front of her this late at night. 

She was sitting there naked, her belly pooling into her lap, her massive, saggy tits flopped to the sides like overfilled water balloons. She didn’t even notice when some of the ice cream dripped onto one of them—the left one, the lower one that hangs a bit lower than the other.

She just kept eating. I watched the vanilla melt down her tit and settle right in the creased underside where boob meets gut. 

And I couldn’t stop staring. 

I lick my lips as I see it. She then catches on quickly seeing how turned on I was. And then she just looks over at me and says “come lick the milk off my titty baby” I leaned in and licked it. 

It was sticky, warm, and the skin underneath was sweaty as hell. I could taste sweet and salty. Sweat and ice cream. 

She smirked but didn’t say anything—just dug her spoon in again and kept eating. Her boob jiggling as laughed at how eager I was to lick it off her tit.

She then put down her ice cream, and for the first time in an hour finally stopped eating so she could indulge herself another way. 

We then began to sloppily fuck until she was sweaty, winded and gasping for air. I know this is probably just me rambling about licking ice cream of my cows udder but honestly I had to share this with someone haha.