I'm busted, and this is not roleplay.

My weight gain has gotten out of control, so I've been *trying* to watch what I eat. I even enlisted my feeder to help me, because I cannot be trusted to control my own appetite. I just don't have the willpower to stop myself from eating and eating until I feel like I'm about to pop.
But I did something bad . I ordered for delivery after dinner- a large order of Chinese food. And my feeder was too late in noticing to stop me. But when I checked the delivery status, I was busted.
The food was already on its way. And, for that, he told ...

I'm busted, and this is not roleplay.

My weight gain has gotten out of control, so I've been *trying* to watch what I eat. I even enlisted my feeder to help me, because I cannot be trusted to control my own appetite. I just don't have the willpower to stop myself from eating and eating until I feel like I'm about to pop.
But I did something bad . I ordered for delivery after dinner- a large order of Chinese food. And my feeder was too late in noticing to stop me. But when I checked the delivery status, I was busted.
The food was already on its way. And, for that, he told me I needed a punishment. He went into our closet and pulled out lingerie that I was already outgrowing before I ever became a feedee: some painfully tight Calvins. He told me to put them on and said that I had to stuff every last bite of food into my poor, soon-to-be stretched out belly- until I was bloated and burping and wimpering. And then he started to record me..