(WG, XWG, Feederism)
Just the beginning
Destiny sat with her legs spread wide on the large, cushioned stool in the corner of her living room, which she had bought specifically for streams like this. The tripod with the smartphone stood right in front of her, the camera at eye level, and the soft ring light bathed her naked body in a warm, golden glow that perfectly highlighted every curve, every fold, and every jiggle. She now weighed exactly 120 kilos; just yesterday she had recorded a video in which she had weighed herself. Sales of this type of clip were always particularly high on all her sites, and of course her fans celebrated even more with every extra kilo. On top of that, almost every single one of those kilos had settled exactly where her fans loved it most: on her ass, her hips, and her thighs.
Destiny’s upper body had remained comparatively slim, almost petite in contrast to the massive, jiggly splendor below. Her breasts had become a bit fuller—perhaps a decent C-cup now—but they hung soft and heavy over her still relatively flat stomach, which showed only a gentle, soft curve. A soft cushion beneath her dark, velvety skin, which wobbled slightly with every movement. But from the waist down, things really got soft, fat, and expansive for the young woman. Destiny embodied every cliché of her genes and stored almost all her excess calories in the magnificent, beautiful fat deposits of her wobbly butt and wide hips. Cellulite was everywhere in abundance on her legs, and even at her current weight, you could already see individual fat folds and, above all, sagging saddle bags slowly forming on her massive thighs. The foundation for very massive, beautiful thighs full of overlapping rolls had been laid to complement her ever-growing, pudding-like jiggling butt cheeks.
Destiny grinned at the camera; her full, dark lips glistened with the icing from the donuts she had just devoured, live on the stream. With relish and lasciviousness, she licked her lips and licked one of her perfectly manicured fingers.
She was completely naked. Not a shred of fabric covered anything anymore. Her soft skin shimmered caramel-brown and butter-soft; only in the places where fat had accumulated particularly heavily over the last few months were fine, silvery stretch marks visible. Especially over her hips and the sides of her massive ass, but also on her still relatively small tummy.
How often had Destiny fallen completely in love with herself while admiring her reflection in the mirror, or had she watched her own clips and photos, wondering which women had such a fat ass that they developed stretch marks there?
The stream was exclusively for her top supporters—the horny guys who paid hefty sums every month just to see her like this: naked, real, eating, and growing. For quite some time now, Destiny had switched from content that had only celebrated her former sexy figure to full-on feederism stuff. If she was honest, she’d always found herself even hotter and more attractive with more curves and had always eaten more than was good for her, so the young woman was surprised she hadn’t consciously gained weight much earlier. So it was all the better now to be celebrated by her fans for her growing curves and to be paid, so to speak, to get fatter and fatter, to stuff herself with sweets and fast food, and then to wiggle her increasingly massive ass around. Destiny loved her body, and she loved how everything about her jiggled and moved along with her when she moved. These days, Metz was flooded with hot girls, and having such prominently pronounced curves was no longer a unique selling point. Wherever you looked and whatever sites you visited, voluptuous breasts or jiggly bubble butts of women with slim waists were wiggling, many of them created through procedures like Brazilian butt lifts. Destiny had always been proud of her completely natural buttocks and wide hips and had even managed to hold her own with her charms in such a glut of competition. Just by dancing in skimpy outfits, the young woman had already raked in a tidy sum, but now, with even more explicit content and a focus on her growing fat deposits, the profits were even more impressive. A win-win situation for the young woman. She could grow and eat and stuff herself, and everyone, including herself, celebrated and loved every new pound on her wonderful body.
“Hey, my sweeties,” she purred in her most seductive voice, “Welcome to this week’s naked feed stream. Today, just for you, my true patrons. Check this out…” It was her own, albeit simple, coinage. A stream in which she ate as much as she could—or for as long as time allowed—completely naked and sexy, while answering questions from her most lucrative supporters.
She leaned back a little, spread her legs a bit wider, and reached with both hands into one of the many large bowls on the table next to her. Destiny’s sweet, fat belly hung lazily into her lap, barely covering a third of her pussy. When standing, this little belly didn’t hang down at all, but just stuck out roundly. Everything miraculously landed on the lower half of the chubby girl. Eventually, though, Destiny would also be carrying a stately, fat sack in front of her, and she always got turned on when she thought about how much more weight she’d probably have to gain by then. Many of the women who followed the same business model as she did online were happy with the extra pounds, as long as their curves became rounder and fuller while they still retained their basic figure. Destiny, however, saw it completely differently. She couldn’t wait until everything on her body jiggled, hung down, and wobbled in front of her. Her goal for her figure was to become as voluptuous and massive as possible. To achieve this ideal image—which, by the way, her fans were just as obsessed with—she had to eat, and a lot of it…
Gummy bears, chocolate bars, chips, donuts, a whole bowl full of cream-filled candies—anything that was sweet and high in calories. She took a handful of fruit gummies and stuffed them into her mouth with relish, chewing slowly and lasciviously with her eyes half-closed. God, how much she loved sugar; she simply adored that sweet stuff. With her mouth full, she moaned softly and rubbed her ample thighs and soft belly.
The chat exploded immediately. Diamonds, galaxies, hearts—everything this site had to offer in terms of expensive gifts poured in. The donations were higher than ever before. Ever since she’d fully embraced the feederism niche a year ago, her income had skyrocketed. Destiny now earned more in a good month than many others did in a year. And all because she’d finally stopped holding back. She simply loved this life and the joy she found in her body.
She swallowed the gummy bears and licked her fingers, one by one, slowly and provocatively. Then she turned slightly to the side so the camera could capture her lower body in all its glory.
“Go ahead and ask, guys. I’ll read everything out loud. But first… take a look at this.” She lifted her right butt cheek slightly, then let it fall back heavily. Everything jiggled, and sensual waves rippled through all the fat on her body. Deep and soft and sluggish, like a giant, warm caramel pudding that was still trembling seconds later. Her skin was dotted with fine, soft cellulite—tiny dimples and pits that deepened and smoothed out with every movement. Destiny’s ass had long since ceased to be merely round and large. It was downright monstrous. Viewed from behind, it jutted out almost a hand’s breadth. A magnificent, wonderful, and feminine mound of fat that could truly make Destiny’s genes proud.
Add to that Destiny’s hips, which had grown so wide that they spilled over the sides of the stool to the right and left. And then her thighs…. They lay heavy and wide on the stool, pressing flat and also spilling over the sides. The inner thighs touched completely, even when she spread her legs slightly—soft, warm cushions of fat that rubbed against each other with every movement and guarded her pussy in the middle. The cellulite here was even more pronounced, especially on the backs of her thighs, where the skin gathered in soft waves and jiggled like Jell-O with every step—or in this case, with every slight lifting of her legs.
The contrast between Destiny’s upper and lower body was brutal and therefore so perfect: above, almost slim, classically pretty, almost delicate—below, an exploding, jiggling, cellulite-covered mass of pure, soft, wobbly fat.
Destiny reached for a chocolate bar, tore open the wrapper with her teeth, and bit into it with relish. Chocolate stuck to her lips. She chewed slowly, letting the camera capture every detail of her lascivious snacking.
“Okay, first question for today,” she read aloud and laughed softly. “Destiny, exactly how much do you weigh right now?” She licked the chocolate off her lips and replied: “I just weighed in yesterday, but I can tell my besties here on the stream anyway. 120 kilos, baby. And most of it’s right right here.” She slapped her thighs with both hands and then her overflowing butt cheeks. It made a loud slap, and the caramel-colored flesh kept jiggling for seconds afterward.
A particularly large donation popped up. With something like that, the fans were allowed to make a request in the stream. “Show us how far your ass sticks out!”
Destiny grinned widely. “Oh, you love that, don’t you?” She awkwardly lifted herself off the stool with one leg and then knelt on the cushion so the camera could perfectly capture her side profile. Her fat ass jutted out at nearly a 90-degree angle. The two cheeks were enormous, wobbly water balloons of fat, each one quivering at the slightest movement. In this position, the rolls on the sides of Destiny’s thighs pressed together.
The young woman tensed her muscles briefly—which was barely visible beneath all that fat—and then let go. The whole mass jiggled like a giant, soft balloon. Cellulite dimples deepened and smoothed out again. With this little twerk, Destiny felt just how much mass was already pulling at her buttocks.
“See that? That’s not an ass anymore. That’s a damn throne made of fat!” She reached back, grabbed each cheek with a hand, and pulled them apart. The fat oozed between her fingers, soft and pliable. Destiny had eventually realized which direction she needed to take her online persona to get the most out of her fans. She lived the image of a slightly dominant and somewhat bossy queen who liked to be served and pampered.
The rear-heavy beauty turned around on the cushion and let herself plop back down onto the stool, jiggling violently.
“And it’s getting even bigger. I swear to you, I’m nowhere near done. My ass can easily handle another 20 kilos. Maybe even 30. I want it to get so big that I don’t fit in normal chairs anymore. Armrests are already my biggest enemy”
“Next question,” said Destiny, shoving a doughnut into her mouth. She chewed with her cheeks full, and crumbs fell onto her breasts and stuck to her soft skin.
“When was the last time you tried to lose weight?” the fat woman read aloud after she’d swallowed and laughed loudly.
“Lose weight? Baby, I’m eating more now than ever before. I’ve never tried to lose weight, but then again, I’ve never tried not to gain it either. Now it turns me on to think about gaining even more, so I’ll probably never plan to lose weight again.”
She lifted the bowl of cream-filled candies and dumped a handful straight into her mouth. With her cheeks full, she grinned widely, and it took a while before she could speak clearly again. “I love it when my body just keeps growing. It turns me on. Every new pound on my ass feels like a gift.”
Destiny slid forward a bit on the stool, bringing her heavy lower body even more into the foreground. Her thighs bulged even further over the edges, and her pronounced cellulite was clearly visible with every small movement. She ran both hands over it, kneading the fat, letting it spill out between her fingers.
“Look at this,” the fat online model whispered seductively, spreading her legs a little wider and then letting the fat on the insides of her thighs slap loudly together a few times.
“And my butt… God, I love how it hangs now and how big it is. It used to be firm and round. Now it’s heavy and soft and jiggles with every step, and I actually like that even better. When I walk through the apartment, it almost slaps against my thighs. It’s getting so big and heavy that it really hangs down. Soon my thighs will be hanging right down on my calves from behind. In front, my knees are already buried.” With that, Destiny ran her fingers into the sweet folds of fat that now marked the transition from upper to lower thigh.
The chat was one big fireworks display. Donations came in so fast that the app on her smartphone could barely keep up.
It turned the fat girl on to see how much this crowd of anonymous people was celebrating her body and her journey to getting fat. She wanted to really drive her fans wild and voiced her unfiltered, hot thoughts.
“I’m not going to stop, guys. I want 150 kilos. At least. And then we’ll see… but I’m pretty sure that won’t be enough for me either. My ass is going to get so big that it’ll need its own zip code.”
“Next question!” she said, and immediately read aloud: “How does it feel when everything jiggles like that?”
“It feels… incredibly hot,” she whispered. “Every time I move, I feel my ass swaying. How my thighs rub against each other. How my FUPA presses against everything and my belly slowly grows toward it. It’s warm. Soft. And it makes me so damn horny that sometimes I come just from seeing myself in the mirror. I love how my ass and hips move when I walk. I love how everything about me sways and jiggles.” She opened her eyes again and looked straight into the camera as she took another donut and slowly bit into it.
“And you know what? This is just the beginning! I’m going to get much, much fatter. For you. For me. Because I love how my body is growing. Because I love how you worship me for it. Because I love stuffing myself and eating more and more. Because I love sugar and fat and I’m into what all those calories do to my body!”
Her appearance was her talent, and the heavier Destiny got and the more that talent grew, the happier she was, the more attractive she found herself, and the more her viewers cheered her on.
The chat exploded, and Destiny knew: This was her life, and it was just getting really good.