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The wasp slut is wasted again… *hic*
There’s a full video and it’s fucking HOT 🤤🤤💦💦💦💦💦
Your Crush’s Fattening Day Off -full clip here
You’ve been going home a lot lately to visit your old crush, who seems fatter every time. You say its to see family but really it’s to meet up with her and feed her drinks and bar food until she’s a sloppy, bloated, horny mess.
She agrees to have you fly her out for a few days, so you can work during the day and see her in the evenings.
When she arrives you swear she’s already fatter, and it’s really no surprise considering what the camera you set up in her hotel suite catches the next morning.
First thing after getting off the phone with you, she goes to the mini fridge you stocked and starts guzzling down those high gravity tallies she likes. She drains two in under ten minutes, and the fallen soldiers from the night before litter the coffee table. She goes between trying to balance cans on her fat, swollen gut and mumbling about looking good, marveling in the mirror at how “flat” her stomach still is given how much she drinks. Ever the bimbo.
She finds the cinnamon rolls you left her, and tries to balance them on her gut to eat, but complains it’s too full and it hurts to rest things on.
She sits forward and lets out some truly deep belches as she rubs her gut.
The way her fat, bloated belly bulges and hangs between massive, over swollen thighs, boobs overflowing her bra, top even tighter than last time you saw it on her, you begin thinking up excuses to leave work early. At this rate, she’s gonna need more beers and a big greasy lunch very soon.
Two new chapters just posted!!! Dirty, domme-y bondage for all!
Chapter 4: Safe
David can’t keep running from this conversation, but that doesn’t stop him trying. Stacey ties him up and straightens him out.
Chapter 5: Self Control
David learns he hasn’t been alone these past two years, and decides not to waste another day living a half life. Stacey delights in playing with her favorite.
Rating: Mature
No ask, just wanna say you've gotten fat as fuck lately
I know, right 😈😈😈
Lately your curvage clips have been pushing all my buttons, like they're tailor-made in such a way I feel spied 😳. Perfect body, perfect face, perfect voice, perfect wardrobe, and perfect content. I think I've loved every clip I have seen of you without exception. Thanks for being around and keep those bangers coming 😂
🥰🥰🥰 thank you!! I’ll keep em coming if you keep on coming 😘
Link to recent Curvage clips if you’re curious
You look like Wonder Woman if she gave up superheroics for booze and calories.
I have considered investing in a small Wonder Woman costume because you are not the first person to say this! What to film in an outgrown Wonder Woman costume? 🤔
Hello Bella, just wanted to say how amazing your feeder videos are and they’ve kept me thinking about gaining at all times! Taking it slow at the moment (have to, due to life), but certainly not stopping. Hope you’ve been enjoying doing them, you seem to be on a feeder kick lately! Thanks for such great videos and posts and everything!
🥰🥰🥰 I’m so glad you’re enjoying them, even when you’re taking it slow, means I’m doing something right! I have been on a kick with feeder vids lately, because I’ve been having so much fun making them, and because I keep hearing they’re working really well for people. Any time I go a month without releasing one, I start to get messages asking when more are coming, and that’s also very motivating 😈😈
Here’s some links to recent feeder vids for anyone reading this and feeling curious:
I want a fat, beergut boyfriend (mutual gaining RP)
“Human Resources- FFA job interview RP
And the sequel
“Professional gains- 6 month performance review feeder boss RP
If you like that theme but want that boss to be mean, there’s
Domme Feeder Boss Ruins your life!! This one is suuuper popular with sub feedees, and if that’s you, I recommend it!!
Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David Finlay/Original Female Character(s) Characters: David Finlay, Clark Connors, Gabe Kidd Additional Tags: Sub!David Finlay, Feeding Kink, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Chair Bondage, Intoxication, intox kink Summary:
Chapter 1: “Mistress” - David Finlay attempts to be normal around the woman who doesn’t know she’s his ex… something. It is, in fact, weirder than it sounds.
Chapter 2: “Careless Whimper” - In which David tries to apologize for acting weird and ends up outing himself in the process.
Chapter 3: “Rough Night” - Stacey receives a surprise late night delivery from the Dogs.
Your manager starts teasing you for your gain before you even make it to your seat. She picked out a chair with armrests, you’re sure it’s on purpose, and at her urging you squeeze your fattened form between the arms, fat spilling over and under.
“I know it’s tight, but it is durable. You’re not gonna break it.”
The way she treats your insatiable horny weakness for weight gain like it’s a standard professional aspiration is dangerous. It’s brought out the overachiever in you. She’s noticed.
She muses that you won’t be able to come in for too many more of these performance reviews if you keep up your current work rate. It’s a good thing your home office is all registered so she can perform them on site, “In your own environment.”
She asks how you’re liking working from home so far, if it’s giving you time to devote to your baking.
“Oh, I got you something special actually, just because of that, one sec”
She retrieves a tray of baked goods, “They’re only the best cinnamon rolls in town.” She takes the elastic off the package “I thought they might tide you over, you know, since you’re not gonna get to have lunch when you normally start it, because of our meeting today.”
It’s 10 am. It is when you usually have your first lunch type meal, after whatever breakfasts arrive at your door.
She tells you to dig in, then begins her review. She says she’s very impressed with your off book goals, to do lots of baking and cooking, and eating of course, as well as indulging in your off time. You’ve had three official assignments in the past 6 months and completed them well, so you’re doing a great job of balancing her goals for you with “normal” work.
When you ask how many assignments most employees complete in 6 months, she admits that their top performers do up to three assignments a day.
“But you’re not that kind of top performer. You’re performing in other ways.”
She asks if you read the terms and conditions about your work laptop, that it gives her 24/7 webcam access. You tell her you did.
“So, you’ve been sitting in front of your webcam with your laptop open not doing any work and just stuffing your face, all day, every day, for me? I’m so touched! You really are performing exactly the way I hoped you would.”
She comments on how much growth you’re showing in your midsection. That was one of the professional development goals she laid out for you in your interview and she’s very happy to see how dedicated you’ve been.
She pokes fun at you for how much you’re drinking during the day (beer she provides) and how it’s making you binge even harder. She just likes how it helps round out your midsection and drop your inhibitions.
All your performance indicators are positive so far, but
“Just to be sure, should we have you step on the scale real quick?”
She explains that she has your weight from your job application, and reminds you of the medical exam you took on hiring.
“The primary purpose of that was to get your weight accurately, because you estimated that your were at the time about 25 pounds lighter than you indeed…were.”
She estimates your gain based on what she’s seen you eat and how much fatter you look
“But I think we should really confirm that, because I’m gonna be upping your pay scale based on your KPIs, or ‘Key Pigginess indicators’. So, this could get you a big raise.”
She leads you to the scale and coaxes you on. It takes her a moment to adjust the old fashioned slide weights, but once she does, she’s clearly pleased. She undershot her estimate of your gain too.
“You wanna take a seat? It looks like standing is getting pretty hard. Standing and a few other things.”
She teases you with her body, bouncing her tits in your face, and keeps teasing you for your gain.
“You wanna keep smashing those goals, right? Almost as much as you wanna smash something else? But you can’t be smashing right now. You’re probably gonna have trouble smashing for much longer.”
“I wonder how much of your length is being swallowed by every pound of fat you pile on your body” She muses.
You can’t take it anymore and beg her to rub your swollen gut, but she says she can’t, it would be inappropriate as your manager.
“I can’t give it a rub, but I can assess. I can assess the firmness and fullness of what’s added, gauge how much of it is visceral fat. You know, some of it may be burying your organs in fat and I think you like that sort of talk.”
Watch the full clip to see the rest: escalating teasing, fat chat, and belly play as your feeder manager discusses a pay raise and sets very ambitious goals for your next 6 months!
Link to Full clip: Professional Gains: 6 Month Performance Review - Feeder Boss RP
Link to Full clip: Professional Gains: 6 Month Performance Review - Feeder Boss RP
Welp, I guess this is the year I start writing David Finlay smut. What a weird little freak 😍
Chapter 1 of “Let Me Be Good For You”
In which David Finlay is a conflicted submissive with feedee tendencies who does not know how to deal with the woman who doesn’t know she’s his ex (it’s complicated. not as complicated as he’s making it. but complicated).
For those of you who liked my writing, I started a new sideblog for it, linked above. Give it a follow! 4.5 chapters of this new story just poured out of me this week, so more will be posted very soon 🥰
God forbid a man want to fuck an obese commie slut
Let’s seize the means of pro-fuck-tion
Obese commie slut reporting for duty 🫡
The wasp slut is wasted again… *hic*
When she calls you, she’s already been having some fun. She tries to deny it at first, but not for long. You can hear it in her voice. In her hiccups and burps as she tries to tell you why she’s worried about going to the yacht party you agreed to drive her to. She isn’t fitting into her outfit right.
She tells you to come by her room, it’s just down the hall from yours. When you get there, she staggers, sways, and slurs through a demonstration of how her belly bulges over the waistband, or pushes the hem up and hangs out the bottom. She doesn’t even seem to notice that her ass is on display for most of the time. Her boobs are struggling to escape from a far too tight top and bra as she swigs more champagne and babbles to you about nonsense, hiccuping and belching and getting less coordinated as she goes. She’s flirting and trying to be sexy, and she is, but not how she probably thinks. You love a wasted fatty with no self awareness though.
When she finishes her bottle, she starts to consider going to the party again, because there will be more wine there. You’re the ships medic, right? If she doesn’t have enough she’ll feel icky, so you should prescribe it, take her there and give her prescription champagne, or at least that’s what you think she’s asking you to do, she’s not making much sense. Her belly has bloated even more in the short time you’ve been there, sticking out past her massive tits as she pulls her skirt down to show it off. You will definitely be showing her off at the party, with as much “rpesropsn chmpang” as she can drink.
Full clip: Hiccuping Wasp Slut now on Curvage
The wasp slut is wasted again… *hic*
You told your girlfriend about your fetish, and she’s interested in trying it out with you!! She’s nervous though, and asks you for some guidance before jumping in. You know just who to call: Bella Abbondanza!! She is happy to oblige, and makes a custom video walking your new feedee through all sorts of useful tips. Wardrobe, beverage selection for maximum burps (burps are sexy, she explains), meal selection, even performance enhancing drugs!
She encourages your new feedee to try filming herself as she tries things out, even if she’s not going to show anyone else, because it’s good to see what looks hot for yourself.
You’re delighted to see that she’s encouraging your feedee to indulge in everything that feels good, and to pick foods she loves, especially to start out. The more things she wants to give in to, the fewer excuses she’ll need.
A portion of her advice is for both of you, telling your feedee to explore what she likes and be clear about her desires.
“If you mention a food you can’t resist, and that food doesn’t start appearing around the house for you, your feeder isn’t doing their job.”
This was part of your request, you wanted her to encourage your feedee to be vocal and greedy. She does a great job of promoting demanding behavior, and does it all while stuffing her face with fried chicken and potato salad.
“Your making a BIG commitment, and its only gonna get bigger”-laughs and jiggles her belly- “So you need to really make sure that your feeder is 100% there, and doing this for YOUR pleasure. Don’t accept anything less.
She says she used to be just like your feedee: slim thick foodie who didn’t want to admit what she liked or wanted, but she explains:
“If you’re loved for something you’re not, are you really loved at all? Become your whole self. Get fatter. Tell your feeder what you want, and tell them if they don’t give it to you.”
“I can’t wait to see what you turn into.”
Full clip on Curvage and OF (included with sub)
Beer Belly vol. 1
The break-up wasn't that bad, just shocking. For one, she didn't expect him to make the first move. She had never been the one dumped before. She had always been the one doing the dumping. The other thing was the breakup made it undeniable.
She had plenty of excuses. Her 20s were expiring. It was hard for anyone to maintain their college figure at 29, but the fact that she had been a gym girlie at 22 and had left that behind was not a factor she wanted to acknowledge. She worked out everyday bak then. She counted calories. She never liked either of those things, but she knew that she needed to do them. Had she forgotten? Gotten complacent? Just didn't care anymore? Those are my questions, not ones she had ever thought to ask herself.
There was plenty of blame on him, too. He wasn't making her feel beautiful, so she wasn't going to put in the effort to be beautiful for him. Why break herself at the gym when he wasn't going to appreciate the results?
Her favorite thing to unload the blame on was the job at the brewery, and this one was probably the most accurate of all the culprits she would willingly point a finger at. On top of the fact that it was part of her job to know the product, finishing a shift in the taproom was next to impossible without putting a couple away; the regulars were insistent. When she first started, she tried to turn them down a couple of times, but their disappointment was apparant, and she quickly learned that a drinking buddy got better a better tip. Yeah, they were obviously flirting with her, but they were married men in their 50s and 60s just trying to flex their flirting muscles so they didn't completely attrophey through the years of marriage. All of them were harmless, and the majority of them were actually decent conversationalists with a couple beers, so she became a drinking buddy, and 2 or 3 and then 4 or 5 beers in a shift became the norm. The other perc was that she was encouraged to take a four pack of tall boys home with her every night, and almost immediately she learned that she could trade two of those with the guys packing up their food truck across the street for a nice greasy meal to sop up the pints of beer the regulars had forced on her.
So that became the routine 4 or 5 days a week, depending on her schedule. Get to work, down some beers, eat something greasy on the way home, plop down on the couch, and polish off the two remaining tall boys, sleep, wake up at noon, repeat. She got used to getting home and going to bed pretty bloated every night; finally getting to take off her jeans was always a highlight of the day. Soon she was letting the button out before she walked in her apartment, then it became on the ride home, and soon she was undoing it before getting her greasy exchange from the food truck boys. That's when she got the nick-name "gordita", which she knew to be term of endearment. It was a little embarrassing, but she couldn't help that she worked at a brewery. It was inevitable that she would get bloated in her line of work, and it was so obviously just a bloat. It didn't matter that she didn't use to have to unbutton her pants after a shift. It didn't matter that those jeans were getting harder to put on before her shift. Yeah sure, she wasn't stupid. She had probably put on a pound or two. Like she said, she wasn't in her early 20s anymore, and maybe her eating a drinking habits weren't the best recently, but when push came to shove: She was just bloated.
It wasn't long after she switched to working in yoga pants (it was crazy how small they made larges these days) that they had the conversation. It was a standard break-up convo: "we're not in the same phase", "we want different things", "I still really care about you", etc. However, somewhere in the middle, sandwiched between platitudes, he did slip in the subtlest "and you're just not really taking care of yourself like you used to" or maybe it was "you stopped putting in the effort", she didn't remember exactly - it was after her shift - but she knew what he meant, and the next morning, that was all she remembered. That day she turned down the beers - she was candid about her reasoning and they were her drinking buddies so they understood, and they were loyal clientel so they actually tipped better than usual - and she knew that the food truck boys would be expecting a beer, so she obliged while turning down the heaping greasy plate - they were equally as concerned for their sad gordita. It was an uncommonly sombre and introspective train ride home. The first completely sober one in quite a while.
When she entered her apartment, she went right up to her full-lenght mirror to finally, soberly take account of the damage done. The first thing she noticed was she was still bloated, which didn't really make sense. She'd hardly eaten anything the entire day, but her belly was still sticking out and pressing against her high-waisted yoga pants. She also noticed a little roll sticking out between the bottom of her crop-top and the top of her pants. That's when she worked up the courage to roll down the high waist of her pants to really get a look.
She had to suck in to comfortably peel the stretched fabric off her belly and when she let out there was a visible bounce and jiggle of soft fat. She poked and prodded and pinched to make absolutely sure, because she was still in denial and disbelief. She was on the verge of admitting to herself that she had developed a textbook beer belly. It was round and soft and disproportionate to the rest of her body which really had not changed that much. Looking at it for the first time in an earnst attempt at sober acceptance, she was surprisingly nonplussed. It occurred to her that she was not so much ignoring the growing problem all this time, as much as she was just uninterested.
She plopped down on the couch with her belly still out in the open and watched as it rested on her lap. She groped and grabbed it for another minute or two before having the real epiphany of the night: she really wished it was full. She suddenly regretted abstaining all day. She regretted not getting her end of the exchange with the food truck boys. She realized that she really enjoyed her routine of coming home feeling ready to burst and lazily plopping down on the couch with a full, heavy belly. It was cozy, it was comfortable, it felt right, and she really really really wished she had something to fill her newly accepted beer belly with. She grabbed some snacks out of her sparse cubbards and a beer that had some how remained hidden in her fridge and finished everything before going to bed, and while she didn't go to bed hungry by any means, but she also didn't go to bed feeling full and heavy. She never really realized how much she liked that feeling until this rare night where it wasn't the case.
That night was a turning point. Before, she had been passively bloating and filling herself, but now that the feeling was identified, she was actively pursuing it. She was revelling in it. She started pouring herself heavier beers when the regulars insisted on her having one. She began shamelessly asking for an extra side from the food truck boys. She was even regularly getting herself dessert on her way home from work. On off days she was staying home and filling herself with door dash. She loved the warm, passive safety of a full belly.
Yes, she had a beer belly before, but it was just enough for her to notice it. Just a small mound of new fat over her old, fit body, but now that the desires had been consciously formed, she started to really put on the pounds. An inconcealable beer gut was on its way.