baumwollbademantel

29 | Germany | wlw

[fatlesbianjoyer]

stuffing you full and worshipping your belly until you fall asleep 🖤

[peachy-ffa]

How I would love to hug someone from behind and grab their soft underbelly with both of my hands to feel the heft of their most recent stuffing. Managing to hold their belly with one hand and the other massaging soothingly the distended and tight part of their belly

Maybe I could feed them just a bit more to make sure they are properly full ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[sleepyfa]

theres something just so irresistable about the bottom of a belly and belly hang and love handles to me ??

everything about them, how they start blossoming and growing down along with out, the weight it has when it starts covering buttons and zippers, and how butter soft it always feels, so tender even when the belly is stuffed full, its so soft and jiggly and pinchable,

and when they wrap around into love handles, i loose my mind, its just more proof of that increase in size, not just being bloated or stuffed but pure fat stuck to your sides, always so supple and perfect to grab someone by, hold them close and sink your fingers into their fat sides,

its just the the soft folds of a belly and side, when rolls bunch under arms, and chests rest on bellies, and the fold of a belly onto your lap as you sit, it drives me crazy

[pudgypoetry]

A big aspect of this kink for me is how real it gets and how quickly. It's fun to play pretend in the beginning, stuffing yourself stupid at every meal you can, letting your body rest and relax, even receiving praise for your slow progress.

When things change, however, is when your gain starts to stick. No longer able to be brushed off as water weight, your stomach pushes against the front of shirts that once allowed extra room, your jaw softens, and the padding around your rear feels more packed in than anything.

You might be shy at first, surprised to see your changes become plainly obvious, and blush when others point out your gain, but it won't take long for the truth to sink in. You look good and feel good, too.

It feels good to grow.

[swollenframe]

can we kill the idea that gaining is easy? obviously in kink scenarios it hot to pretend that all that weight slipped on without trying but fr I see so many feedees of all sizes work so hard on gaining that deserve to be recognised and it would do us all good to have realistic understandings of the time and effort put in to build the bodies we find so hot!

[hecatelund]

“Look at what you’ve done to me. It started with desserts at every meal, then you made me larger and larger portions with every meal. The healthy, lean ingredients slowly vanished, replaced by meats dripping with fat, crispy fried food, and heavy cream soaked carbs. Meal after meal led to inch after inch of soft, bulging flab swelling from my belly, plumping my thighs, thickening the jiggling cheeks of my ass. You plied me with food, kept snacks within reach, and broke my willpower down bite by bite. I protested, I vowed to lose the weight, but the way your fingers slipped past my sweat-sheened rolls and twined their way into my panties, the heat of your breath on my neck, the graze of your teeth, and the teasing twirl of your fingertips making me ache and buck, the perfectly glazed eclair you held to my lips, the pleasure you took in whispering “give in, pig,” knowing I would, was simply too much. It was too late to go back. It had been for a while, and I was too busy gorging myself to climax to notice. You won, and no matter how much I whine or pout, I cannot escape the reality of what I have become. I am now and forevermore, your fat pig.”

I haven’t written any kink stuff in a while, and this is certainly one of the spiciest pics I’ve posted here (I assure you both nipples are covered though lol), so I hope you enjoy! If you want to make me even fatter, you can drop a tip at (ko-fi.com/hecatelund)! It makes an actual difference and I wouldn’t have these thick rolls without the help of my lovely feeders over there 💖

[carolinequinnx]

and for the lady, perhaps a whole cake and an orgasm

[olive-oil-boy]

i like how both parties can just turn their brains off in feedism. the feedee can “no thoughts, just eat and ask for more” and the feeder can “no thoughts, just feed them and rub tum”

a functioning brain, or two, can make things more interesting of course, but both can just melt into blubbering horny puddles and have the swellest time. i think that’s just real nice :)

[gracieisgrowing]

There’s a lot to grab these days 😅

[teddy-bear-lover]

Keep eating for me sweetie. Just keep stuffing more and more food in. Let your body fill up and swell with more and more fat. Keep indulging sweetie, always order more than you could possibly need, surround yourself with your favourite snacks, don't think about how much you're eating, how much you're growing. Just keep putting more in. Switch to sedentary hobbies. Anything that lets you stay on your flabby butt for as long as possible. Think of all the delicious foods. Make sure your social feeds are filled with pictures of greasy burgers, decadent cakes, the cheesiest pastas, fresh muffins and pastries. Anything to get you salivating and your stomach growling. Sign up to as many delivery apps as you can, getting discounts to encourage you to order even more food. Indulge in all of it. Never say no. Keep your bloated belly stretching out further and further. Whenever someone offers you food, always tell them you can eat. Even when you're struggling to waddle around don't slow down. Just keep eating. Keep indulging and enjoying and growing fatter and fatter. Give in to your gluttony. Keep eating sweetie. Eat for me.

[baumwollbademantel]

Standing in front of a mirror. Running your hand over her love handles and along the fold of her overhang. Looking at her while her eyes follow the movements of your hands in the mirror. "Look how beautifully you've grown...", you whisper in her ear. You slowly run your hand over the stretchmark riddled front of her belly. "Time for your second breakfast. I need more of this. And I know you do too."

[feedercassidy]

I think you can do better than that baby.

Take another bite, then another, and another.

Keep it going fatty.

Good feedees like you don’t stop until I tell you to.

I’ll let you know when you’re finished.

Eat🖤

[baumwollbademantel]

We truly intended to behave ourselves (Part 1)

We truly intended to behave ourselves that day. That's what we agreed on jokingly when planning our trip to the all you can eat restaurant.

It was challenging for me from the start though, when you walked into the living room wearing that beautiful dress. It caught me off guard. Soft fabric, clinging in all the places I know by heart now. It followed your generous curves without hiding them, hugged your plump waist, your hips and the fullness of your thighs.

"That dress...", I said, voice rougher than I meant it to be, "Is dangerous."

You laughed softly, pleased. You turned a little, letting me take you in properly, hands smoothing down the fabric, emphasizing how tight it was on you.

You came closer to me and helped me roll up the sleeves of my jacket. You tilted your head, letting me really see you up close—the dress, the way it hugged you, the way you were standing like you knew exactly what effect you were having.

"I bought this dress for you.", you said.

Not joking. Not coy. Your own hand was running over your round belly. My mouth went dry. "You did?"

You nodded. "I knew you’d look at me like this in it." Your hand slid up to my chest, palm resting there, and lowered your voice. "And I wanted that. I wanted your eyes on me."

The words landed exactly where you meant them to. You were already undoing me.

I glanced over at you every chance I got while we were in the car. Your weight has pretty much been the same for some time now. Still, I feel like seeing you for the first time every time I look at you. I don't think I could ever be done admiring your body as it is. Especially with the way your belly was pushing against the seatbelt, the round, soft curve of it and your love handles so pronounced in that pretty dress. Your thighs spreading wide on the seat. You were breathtaking.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I parked the car and opened the door for you. I wish I could say I wasn't staring at you as you walked ahead of me - but the truth is, I was. Every step you took pulled my attention along with it, leaving me quietly, undeniably captivated by the way your thighs were rubbing together and your whole body moved and jiggled slightly with every step you took.

We were recommended the restaurant because of the quality of its food. We started the evening slowly, ordering drinks first, and then we made our way over to the buffet. It was generous in that indulgent, unapologetic way - rows of food in warm metal trays, colors and smells mixing together. We were taking our time exploring the variety.

"I already love this place.", you said as you sat down, "Everything just looks and smells so good." I couldn't help but smile at the quiet delight in your voice. I nodded in agreement and we started eating.

It was already with that very first plate of yours that I noticed how much you were enjoying yourself. The way your eyes lit up as you sampled each bite, the soft little sounds of pleasure you didn't even try to hide. I didn't say a word. I just watched, quietly delighted, as you leaned in and out, your belly brushing the edge of the table now and then, a tender reminder of how fully you were giving yourself to the moment and how much you had done that in the past.

I was still not done with my first helping. Before you stood up for a second round, I didn't bother hiding it anymore. I let my gaze linger - slow, deliberate, unmistakable - until you felt it on your skin. I wanted you to notice, to catch me in the act, to understand that my attention wasn't accidental or fleeting. You looked so good like this - relaxed, hungry, unguarded. And God, did I like the way the dress was framing your hanging, heavy belly so shamelessly.

When your eyes finally met mine, I didn't look away. I held the moment, a quiet challenge wrapped in affection, letting a small smile curve my lips. It was my way of saying I like what I see, without uttering a single word. Only then did you rise from your chair, leaving me there with the anticipation of watching you return, with more food piled onto the plate than there was on the first one, different dishes stacked generously, overlapping a little.

[peachy-ffa]

The sweetest of gains come not only from indulgence and good food, but from safety, being able to slow down and gains being admired. Your softer belly getting a loving squeeze, your thicker thighs getting showered in admiration and your appetite getting praised, the perfect mixture to get the sweetest and most enjoyable of gains.

[fatlesbianjoyer]

butch whose suspenders are STRUGGLING against their enormous belly

[greedy-feedist-deactivated20251]

I’m feeding you because I care about you. I want you to have good food that makes you happy. Nothing makes me feel more fulfilled than seeing your eyes light up when you eat something delicious. The rosiness of your now chubby cheeks when the food makes you excited makes my day. That growing belly of yours is just a sign that I’m taking good care of you. Your fatness is a testament to how much I love you ❤️

[squishmewithbellies]

Rubbing your tight and firm belly. Kissing your neck, and breathing the words "just one more bite.. for me". Into your ear over and over. Until there isn't a bite left for me to urge you to take.