ATE MY FEEDER VORE
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My feeder finally admits the endless stuffings have drained their wallet… and suddenly the relationship I’ve grown so dependent on feels like it might come to an end. Panic takes over before they can even finish reassuring me — because there’s one way to make sure they never leave
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One gulp later, my feeder is trapped safely inside my belly forever 💕🥤

Now it’s my turn to comfort THEM as they squirm and kick around in my stomach, listening to my heartbeat while I rub, squeeze, and lovingly explain their new life as my permanent meal. No more bills. No more worries. No more escaping. Just endless belly cuddles, deep belches, tight squeezes, and a relationship that will literally never end..
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But when my feeder tries crawling back up my throat for freedom… I quickly seal my lips shut and chug an entire bottle of soda, forcing them back down with massive burps and bubbly gulps 😵‍💫💙
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The rest of the evening is spent lounging in bed, playing with my stuffed belly, apologizing whenever the burps make things a little tight inside, and soothing my trapped feeder to sleep as they slowly realize the truth:

They belong to me forever 🤭💝✨