THE FEEDER DIARIES: MARCH 2025

3/2/2025

My Mom Called My FWB Fat

Today my mom and my FWB (F, 4’11, 220lbs) and my mom were having a conversation this morning and my mom said that the floor would collapse under her weight.

My FWB was struggling to print something from her phone on our upstairs computer but was struggling to get her phone to connect.

I was in the shower getting ready for work so I wasn’t able to help her and the only one home other than me was my mother.

I heard a bit of commotion going on out there but wasn’t sure what it was. I heard them talking loudly and couldn’t really make out what they were saying. I also heard a few loud noises above me. I wasn’t sure what it was but to me it sounded like heavy thudding footsteps. But didn’t think too much about it and went about my business and finished my shower.

By the time I got out my FWB had already finished printing out her papers and was in my bed hunched over scarfing down a pop tart.

Her heavy breasts free from her bra laid lazily on her surging gut that was trapped in her thin worn out tank top. Her hefty arms looked fatter than usual were covered in cellulite and jiggled from each minor movement.

She looked sort of embarrassed to be caught in her gluttonous act because not too long ago she already had her morning feast consisting of two big bowls or Reese’s puffs and a coffee cake.

She was mid bite as I entered and froze with her eyes wide open. She then stopped herself and said.

“Sorry, I made you one too but I ate.” She giggled

Before taking a huge bite. I didn’t say anything and simply responded with a warm smile.

“It’s not my fault you took so long in the shower.”

She muttered as I continued to get ready. I had my clothes laid out on the chair next to my desk that had some papers on it. I then asked her if she was able to print all of them just fine and she said.

“Yea, everything went great except for the fact your mom called me fat.”

Confused I asked her to clarify what she meant.

She then told me that my mom told her she could help her and she did and they ended up printing what she needed. Then things took a turn when my FWB said she wanted to jump for joy and my mom replied with.

“Don’t do that, I don’t know if the floor can take.”

My FWB apparently didn’t take it too well and responded with.

“Oh… my bad.”

To which my mother replied with.

“No it’s okay, it’s just an older house and I’m not sure the floor can take that kind of weight.”

My FWB said she didn’t know what to say and was shocked and just said.

“I understand.”

And did the walk of shame back to the kitchen to prepare herself a snack to make herself feel better.

I felt a bit bad for her as she told the story but struggled to focus on her story because I just couldn’t keep my eyes off the crumbs on her fat puffy face.

I then apologized for the situation and she took it well she just thought it sucked because she felt like she was over exaggerating how heavy she was.

Which I thought was cute, because my FWB doesn’t view herself as fat so getting this wake up call must have hurt her ego just a tiny bit and possibly gave her a bit of a wake up call.

3/9/2025

My FWB Can No Longer Control Herself Around Food

This morning my fwb (F, 24, 4’11, 220lbs) woke up stoned and ravenous.

Which surprised me because she ate like a complete hog the night before. We ordered a boat load of sushi and to share and both got our own entrees.

She was so stoned she crushed her dish and all the sushi. She was in such a haze she didn’t even notice I didn’t take a single piece for myself. I just sat there marveling at her display of gluttony and didn’t want to interrupt. So I was truly surprised she woke up ready for more.

She normally wakes up before me and hangs out on her phone until I wake up. But today I was startled awake by a sight I don’t normally see in the morning.’

She sat up, naked and hunched over. Her massive saggy breast hung low and heavy, resting against the thick stretch-marked covered rolls of her gut.

From below, I could see everything—the stretchmarks, some light and silvery which were mostly on her sagging arms and billowing hips. And others dark and deep which were spread across her bloated stomach.

Her belly spilled into her lap, thick and heavy, pressing into her thighs, which spread wide under the sheer weight of her bulk. Her hair was still in her bonnet. Which I’m not used to seeing in daylight, she normally tries her best to look her best in front of me but over the years that’s been changing.

Her face looked a shiny and greasy from a night of stuffing her face and passing out high from the night before. She looked like a wreck—soft, overfed, used-up—licking her fork clean with the same lazy, mindless gluttony she had last night.

She didn’t even glance at me, too focused on scraping the last bits of sauce from the container. She then took a deep heavy breath and grunted as she placed the container on the side table next to her.

She huffed, shifting her weight with effort, her heavy tits spilling against her gut. Her thick arms straining as she grabbed handfuls of her heavy tits.

They were massive, sagging against her bloated gut, and just lifting them made her groan slightly. I could hear her breath hitch, her belly pressing into her thighs as she tried to adjust.

She squeezed and hefted, her fingers sinking into the soft, stretched skin, but the sheer weight of them fought against her grip. A deep, guttural belch finally ripped from her lips, loud and wet, her body jolting with the release.

She groaned again, barely catching her breath before another one forced its way up, her lips parting as she let it out.

She finally let her tits drop, the impact making her whole body quake as they rolled over to the side.

She then began running her belly and dusting off some crumbs that been trapped under her large hangers.

She then glanced towards my direction to pick up her phone before locking eyes with me.

Normally she gives me a quick peck on the lips and then goes back to doing whatever she was doing on her phone.

But this morning she looked shocked and embarrassed to notice me awake staring at her during this gluttonous display.

She wiped her greasy lips before giving me a good morning kiss. She continued to stare at me like I had caught her red handed. I did catch her pigging out but like that wasn’t different from any other meal we share.

Until she asks me if I liked the food we got last night, I was a bit confused to why she was asking me this and told her I did with a bit of a confused tone in my voice. She then looked even more guilty and self conscious and said “babe, don’t kill me” before explaining to me that she had finished my meal from last night. So not only did she devour all the sushi without me getting a single nibble, she also added my dinner from last night to her expanding gut.

I wasn’t even mad about it really. But she felt really bad. And told me “she couldn’t help it.” And that she was “so hungry”

Hearing those words triggered the natural feeder in me and I decided I was going to see how far u could push this.

I asked if she still was hungry and she instantly broke and admitted she still was. I then didn’t waste any time and got out of bed to make her a bowl of cereal.

My fwb is a bit of an overindulgent porker and likes her coco puffs with warm chocolate milk and a hint of sugar.

I prepared her milk and then piled the bowl high. She then went back to chow town and hastily scooped mouthful of after mouthful  into her greedy mouth.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as her cheeks filled up like a chipmunk as my morbidly obese fwb nakedly stuffed her face.

I then noticed her slowing down. I was a little disappointed she was normally able to crush a bowl of cereal like this easily but I assumed she was just full from finishing my meal earlier.

I began walking over to collect her bowl for her. As I stood beside her ready to ask her if she was done she quickly replied with a full mouth between bites. “Milks too cold” without even looking at me.

I then offered to microwave it for her and she weakly passed me the bowl. While still chomping whatever in her mouth. Her eyes still glued to the tv.

I then took this opportunity to sneakily add more milk and fill up her bowl. Which was nearly empty at this point back to maximum compactly.

And without a word she grabbed the bowl from me and began digging in again. She didn’t even question that the bowl somehow magically filled back up. All that was on her mind was the next bite.

By this time I had gotten my fill of watching this absolute cow of a woman graze on her bowl of cereal that was cradled between her udders and decided to enjoy the tv show she had on the tv also.

I was then brought back to the reality of her of her letting out a loud obnoxious burp, desperate to escape her massive, bloated dome of a belly. Before I heard her exacerbated husky voice begging me to.

“take it away from me”

I’m used to hearing that exact phrase come out of her mouth after she lets her voracious appetite get the best of her. But this time I decided to play dumb.

“Take what away”

With her eyes closed she pointed and motioned to the bowl while whimpering.

I got up and took the bowl away from her. I was honestly astounded to see that she had finished all the cereal and drank the rest of the milk from the bowl.

She had drool coming down her face as her eyes began closing and rolling back. The classic food coma was taking its effects.

She then let out a few weak quiet burps as I left the room. Before heading out to the kitchen I then heard a few loud belches come from my room.

It was honestly cute that she still tried to hide her gluttony considering the sheer size of her and how much of it I had already seen.

By the time I came back in the room she was already laid on her back and was curling up back into the bed after not getting up not too long ago. She looked as wide as she was tall. Her body must have been lifting up a foot from the bed with all the padding around her bloated body.

I tried to cover her up but she let out an annoyed groan and let me know it was too hot. Which surprised me because it was decently cold in the house. But her rolls weee moist so I decided to put the AC on and put on a hoodie as the sleeping boar recovered from her feast.

3/16/2025

My Gassy Fatty

My FWB (F, 4’11, 220lbs) has become a gassy fatty.

My FWB has a gas problem and it’s so fucking hot. I wasn’t always into gassy girls or burps or anything but since seeing my current FWB I can’t get enough of it.

Literally every time she eats her belly expands like rising dough. And she ends up feeling too big and heavy to move for hours. The only reprieve being the constant stream of hair escaping her greedy mouth and titanic ass.

I’m not sure if her gas problems are because of how much she gorges. Or if it’s how terrible and unhealthy her diet is. Or if it’s because her big L cup 38 band udders are always heavily rested on her massive dome of a belly.

Either way I love my gassy fatty even though she’s embarrassed by it. She also hates that nickname and being called a “gassy fatty” but I can’t help myself to call her that.

 3/23/2025

When a Broke Feeder and a Ravenous Pig Go on a Date

This is a bit of a throwback story from the holiday season. I was out shopping with my ex at the time who hadn’t yet grown accustomed to her new size. We weren’t planning on being in the mall long, we only needed to stop at a few stores but with her growing backside the trip took a lot longer than expected. Her slow laborious waddle slowed things down a lot more than I thought they would.

What was supposed to be a 30 minute trip to the mall turned into a few hours. She needed multiple breaks to sit down. Her ankles were killing her, her thighs were burning and she was completely winded and was a sweaty mess.

It didn’t help that she was wearing jeans that were at least a size too small. A skintight crop top and high heeled boots that were straining to stay zip upped over her fattened calves and cankles.

We only had one more stop to go before we could head home until I heard.

“Baaabe, I’m huuungry…” she whined

Honestly whenever she says that I get all giddy and excited and usually jump at the opportunity to feed her.

But this time things were different. It was the holiday seasons and I was low on funds. I didn’t have much disposable cash because I was using it all on gifts for my friends and family.

She also was really low on funds at the time and didn’t have any money and just spent the last of her money on a gift for her sister in the last store we entered.

It’s customary for us whenever we go out to eat at the same restaurant. She’s a bit of a picky eater so it’s sometimes hard for us to pick a place for us to eat and in this particular mall it only had 3 restaurants.

A pizza place upstairs. Which seemed like the best option to me but little piggy couldn’t make the walk. She was too tired and feeling light headed. Which was fair I mean she hadn’t eaten since lunch and that was 2 hours ago. I couldn’t expect her to keep walking on an empty stomach.

A cafe that was filled with healthy vegan options and smoothies. Which just so happened to be closed but that would have never been an option for a fat porker like her. She needed real food. She needed something to fill that blubbery body of hers. She needed something heavier… and greasier…

We ended up settling for the 3rd and final option the Cheesecake Factory. Which luckily was conveniently not too far away. I wasn’t too excited about going especially knowing what my bank account was looking like at the time.

After she finished sucking in wind and catching her breath. We headed inside and she sat in the booth and looked so relieved to finally be sitting again. She went over the menu with glee and excitement. Her sweaty double chinned face scanned the whole menu going through the appetizers, entrees and desserts. She went through everything besides the healthy options section of course.

While her eyes were glued on all the fattening treats showcased on the menu. I couldn’t help but look at the prices of each individual item on the menu.

“I can’t decide what I want babe. The Mac and cheese balls look so good but so do the potstickers and the quesadillas. OMG they have a Mac and Cheese Burger!”

Just seeing how excited my little butterball was just reading the menu. I made a decision. That she might not have liked and my stomach may not have liked but I was willing to make this sacrifice for my pig.

I told her I would order for her as she went to the bathroom and freshened up. She needed to wipe off all the sweat from her face and armpits and various rolls and told me it might take a minute so I told her I’d make the hard decisions for her and order her food while she was gone so she wouldn’t have to make any hard decisions on an empty stomach or wait too long.

I ordered her the potstickers and the mac and cheese burger and a soda.

By the time she came back the potstickers and her soda were already out. She clapped her hands in excitement and began to dig in. She scarfed down 4 in a row before realizing that I wasn’t eating and asked if I was going to have any and I decided to lie and told her that I already had some and I was good.

“Fine by me. These are delicious!”

She then made quick work of the rest of them. Not too long after they brought out her entree and another Coke for her. She immediately took a quick huge bite of her burger. The cheese oozing down the corner of her lips. She closed her eyes and let out a moan of pleasure. She was lost in pure gluttonous bliss.

After swallowing she was finally brought back to reality and took a long sip of her Coke. Then looked at me confused.

“I’m sorry babe, I should have waited until your food came to eat.”

That’s when I broke the news to her that I didn’t order food for myself and I just got food for her. She was a bit upset and mentioned that she felt like a fatass because here she was eating a big juicy burger right after stuffing her face with dumplings while I sat there watching her eat.

She got over these feelings pretty quickly and thanked me and called me sweet for doing it and went back to her burger. The server gave a few weird looks as I watched my FWB messily and sloppily finish her burger. She finished everything, the burger, the fries and licked the plate clean of any Mac and cheese that had escaped the burger.

I was so proud of her for finishing everything. She looked stuffed. Like a round ball of fat sinking into the booth. She sneakily unbuttoned her pants. I could tell she needed the room. Her jeans looked painted on before but now with all that food in her swollen belly it looked like a button was ready to pop.

The waitress came over with the bill and made a snarky remark.

Looking at my FWB saying “I hope you enjoyed the food.” And then looked at me saying “And I hope you enjoyed your water.”

I didn’t think much of it and began to look at the damage and grab my car.

“Skinny Bitch” my FWB muttered under her breath.

Taken aback I looked up to see her with her hands on her belly subtly rubbing her gut under the booth leaning all the way back. Her double chin on full display atop her rounded figure.

“Me?” I say confused

“No! The waitress! Making me feel like a big back because my man wants to treat me.”

I then chuckle and pay the bill and we get up and get ready to go.

She was too stuffed to escape the booth on her own so I helped her up. All while her big blubber belly was out due to her pants still being unbuttoned with her belly button showing and to top it all off I caught the waitress staring.

She then sucked in her gut as best as she could and fumbled to rebutting her jeans. Which took her a few attempts. She then slowly lethargically waddled behind me as we made our way out of the restaurant.

As we made our way to the exit we passed the cheesecakes. I still had a bit extra in my bank account. Just enough to get her a slice and not expecting her to say yes I asked her if she wanted one.

“No I’m too full.” She whined. “But it feels wrong to go to Cheesecake Factory without getting one.”

You miss every shot you don’t take. I thought to myself. Before ordering her a slice.

I decided not to hit the last store anymore due to the incoming food coma that was about to take place. And I went to go get the car as she waited at the front of the store.

She then undid her jeans yet again, pulled her seat back and groaned as she began to rub her blubbery, stretch marked belly.

It was a long ride back and she got really quiet so I assumed she fell asleep but then out of the corner of my eyes I saw her opening up the cheesecake.

I was dumbfounded. Her gluttony literally knows no bounds. She was literally getting ready to devour a nearly 1,600 calorie slice of cheesecake after her 3,500 calorie meal!

The cheesecake didn’t last more than 5 minutes. The moans and groans silenced as the car remained quiet for no less than 2 minutes before it was quickly replaced by her loud snoring. She snored louder than I ever heard her snore. It filled and echoed throughout the car. By the time we got to my house her mouth was covered in crumbs, as she snored away like a wild boar. Her body wrecked by her feast from the Cheesecake Factory.

Even though I didn’t eat anything. I still considered it a successful date. That definitely added a pound or two to her growing waistline.

3/30/2025

From Petite to Rotund: My FWBs Origin Story

When I first met my FWB she was a petite girl.

I’ve known her since elementary school and she hasn’t always been the slimmest but she’s always been the shortest. Her weight has fluctuated over the years. She was the smallest and the skinniest up until her freshman year of high school.

In her freshman year she was very popular. Not just with the people in her class but in the entire school. Freshman’s through seniors were lining up to get a chance with her. Even I tried my luck with her but no shot haha.

But during her sophomore year and junior year she started blowing up.

In her sophomore year she went from one of the cute skinny popular girls to the funny fat friend in a group full of popular girls. But she still had her share of admirers and some people that have a preference for girls with a bit of heft might have just considered her thick

Then by her junior year she was downright fat. There was no denying that fact anymore. And with that she lost her superficial popular friend group, and all the admirers she once had. She was now the fat reject girl in her grade.

She was constantly picked on. Constantly singled out for being one of the fattest girls in class. Even though she used to be the smallest girl in class. Not even just the class but the whole school.

Which must have been a big change for her to adapt to. Her whole identity had to change. When she originally looked in the mirror she saw a petite fresh faced beauty. Now all she saw was a portly pimple fatass.

In her senior year she finally managed to lose the weight and get her old life back. And her old identity back and not too long after that I went through my own glow up and we began dating.