POV: your feedee gf has doubled her weight and everyone’s no.. (OnlyFans)

POV: your feedee gf has doubled her weight and everyone’s noticed 🥵

It’s time to visit your parents. We’ve used every excuse in order to stay in our hedonistic house but it was time for a visit. We’ve been dating for a couple of years and I’ve put on a ton of weight, doubled it actually. Two short years and 150 heavy pounds of pure lard added to my small frame.
It’s no secret that I’ve let myself go and gotten morbidly obese but your parents haven’t seen me in *five* months. They’re missing the newest 40 pounds we’ve packed on. 
I’m nervous. Nothing fits. I’m freaking out about all this new weight. All I have are sweats to wear. Our fun lifestyle has gotten me so embarrassed.  Five months and I’m gonna be in sweats? They’re gonna know my fat ass has outgrown everything. I’m on the verge of tears as I pull up my *tight* sweat pants over my hips and lower belly. You pull me close and tell me I’m beautiful, rub my belly, squeeze my arms and kiss me. As you wipe a little tear from my chubby face, you reach into the bedroom snacks and feed me some ding dongs. I’m still feeling nervous but I love how much you enable me and how well you treat my fattened body…I love being fucking fat. 
We pull up to your parent’s house. You reassure me everything is going to be okay as you unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of the car. You come over to the passenger side, open the door for me and help me up. My flabby arms, chubby wrists and hands grabbing yours. It’s gotten harder for me to get out of your car by myself and you love enabling me anyway. I get
To my feet, adjusting my tight clothes. I’m basically spilling out of my top. I can’t believe my arms are on display without sleeves too. You can sense I’m nervous as we walk up to the door, you reassure me again, squeeze my arms and belly, kiss me, (I catch my breath) and we walk in. 
You enter the kitchen before me and your family is so excited to see you! My big ass waddles around the corner and the room gets quiet. Your mom’s eyes are wide, glancing at my huge belly. Your dad put his hand on her shoulder. I am definitely the elephant in the room. Everyone hugs us and expresses how happy they are that we finally made it. 
You fed me a few ding dongs before we got here but I know you’re gonna fill up my plate anyway. Your family notices how you dote on me, how loving you are. They’re so confused yet proud. They love that they have raised their baby right but concerned that I’m so fat and gaining weight. 
You bring me my first plate. My belly presses up against the table, but I start eating anyway. You squeeze my thigh and touch my lower belly while I shovel all this food in. I’ve gained so much weight and I’m embarrassed…but I’m so used to eating like a pig that I can’t stop. You bring me seconds. Seconds are normal. But just when everyone finishes…you insist that I eat more. I can’t say no. I want to be a good girl 🥺
As soon as I finish my third plate, you bring me a full dessert plate. Pie, cake, brownies. At this point I’m breathing hard and I don’t know if I can eat everything. You whisper in my ear how sexy I look…and that’s all it takes. You continue squeezing on me and I continue eating. I’m out of breath and sweating but I can’t stop. Your family looks at me in shock. They can’t believe how much I ate, how I shamelessly filled my belly right in front of them….how you enabled me. They don’t understand why you have such a huge girlfriend or why I’m getting bigger…but they know you love it.