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@bellyencouragement
so full I canāt breathe
I love a big, round, swollen belly š
What's wrong honey? You were so talkative before, but now that my cock is filling you up, you're just making those cute little squeaks and moans instead.
Howās the fansly coming along?
It's in the process!! I've been approved and I filmed a measurement video that I need to edit and taken lots of pictures and gifs! I'll be posting about it soon to let everyone know when its up and ready! Here's a little gif sneek peek!!
oops almost didnt see ya back there
āØ~Side rolls and stretch marks~āØ
Face to face with a belly
Ruined
I want you so spoiled, that you become entitled. Any moment spent without a full belly, or delicious, decadant food in your mouth feels like abuse, because a constant stream of goodies has made gluttony feel like breathing
I want you dumb, even though you once were a genius. I've taken care of everything, made all choices for you that aren't driven by immediate pleasure, leaving you with only when to cum or what to eat, so that you've forgotten how to hold a real thought
I want you fat in the way that pounds and BMI can't convey, where the only thing the few people who see you can think is fat, like you've outgrown your human identity and become nothing more than a wheezing pile of lard
I want you unfit, barely able to move. Your atrophied muscles hardly able to hold yourself up, aching with effort to waddle your obese self around even using your walker
I want you helpless, struggling to exist. Lungs and heart so overwhelmed and underworked that every movement leaves you wheezing with a pounding chest, your body so weak that even a weak orgasm has you gasping to catch your breath for minutes
Fattening up is just blossoming into the pig youāre supposed to be
Failed Diet
I want nothing more than to watch you try to resist. I want to see you ache for that slim waist you used to have, tormenting yourself with a diet we both know you can't keep. But what I crave most is the exact moment you break.
Imagine coming home, utterly spent, only to find the pantry and fridge bursting with every sweet, decadent temptation I bought specifically to ruin you. I want to walk in and find you soft, flushed, and half-dressed in the glow of the open refrigeratorāhopelessly losing yourself to a half-empty carton of ice cream, a silver spoon heavy in your hand. I want to watch your throat work as you swallow, your lips sticky and sweet, completely helpless to your own hunger while you stuff that beautiful, softening body.
More than that, I want to be the one who coaxes every single bite past those lips. I want to press the spoon to your mouth, teasing and feeding you until youāre nothing but a breathless, moaning mess in my arms, heavy with satisfaction. Iāll keep feeding you until the guilt of your failed "diet" melts away, replaced by the pure, addictive pleasure of surrender. Let go of that silly dream of being skinny. You belong to me now my piggy, my endlessly growing partner, destined to be soft, stuffed, and utterly adored under my touch.
You put the heavy cream in front of me like it was a challenge you already knew I would lose.
Three liters.
Thick, cold, sweet, heavy.
I laughed at first, trying to act like it was impossible, like my body wasnāt already curious, like my belly didnāt already know what was coming.
But then you picked up the belt.
āPut it around your belly.ā
So I did.
I tied it tight enough to feel every breath press against it, every little movement reminding me there wasnāt much room left to grow. My stomach was soft under my hands, rounder than before, already sitting heavy in my lap.
Then you looked at the cream.
āDrink.ā
The first few swallows were easy.
Too easy.
Cold richness sliding down, filling me slowly, making my belly feel warmer and heavier with every second. I could feel it settling inside me, thick and loud, moving when I shifted. You noticed before I said anything.
āYou can hear it, canāt you?ā
My face got warm.
I could.
Every time I breathed, every time I leaned back, I felt the cream inside me. Heavy. Sloshing. Claiming space.
The belt started to press harder.
At first, it was just tight.
Then it became impossible to ignore.
My belly pushed forward against it, growing rounder, fuller, more trapped with every swallow. I tried to adjust it, but you stopped me.
āLeave it.ā
So I did.
I kept drinking for you, even when I had to pause, even when my body hesitated, even when little burps slipped out and made you smile like you were proud of what you were doing to me.
By the end, I was the biggest I had ever felt.
Round, heavy, swollen with cream, my belly pressing so hard against the belt that when I finally took it off, there was a red mark left behind on my skin.
Proof.
I lay back on the sofa, completely beached, breathing slowly, one hand resting on the curve of my stomach while you watched me from every angle.
I should have felt embarrassed.
Instead, I felt massive.
Spoiled.
Full in a way that made my whole body feel slower.
And when you asked if I would do it again, I didnāt even pretend to think about it.
I just rubbed my belly, felt the cream move inside me, and smiled.
Inspired by my latest Curvage videoš
Welcome!
I'm not new to the community or tumblr; I had to delete my old blog due to some harassment. Which is why I'm not going to put my old blog name here - I know this one will be found eventually, but I want to enjoy the peace for now.
ā ļøš« PERSONS UNDER 18 YEARS OLD DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG š«ā ļø
š« no age in bio or pinned post will be blocked!!!! Messages will not be answered if you have no age posted!!š«š«
ā ļø if you're reaching out to me for any sort of conversation, the age minimum is 24.
ā ļø if you're only sending "hi" "hey" "you're gorgeous/beautiful/hot/sexy" "you're such a piggy I want to feed/stuff/fuck/ruin you" or anything along those lines as your first message, I'm not responding. If you actually want to talk to me, put at least a little effort into a message.
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Here's the basics:
29 years old [birthday 1/24]
Female
Southeastern United States
Straight
5'9"
Feedee
Feeder tendencies, enjoy both mutual gaining & contrast. But mostly into mutual gaining.
Single
SW: 180lbs
CW: 198lbs (as of 03/28/2025)
Short term GW: 220lbs
Long term GW: 260+
Not into vore, death feedism (sometimes in fantasy but overall it tends to be a no for me), extreme slob, or humiliation.
Very much have a praise kink, love encouragement/being enabled, being sedentary/increasingly lazy, stuffing but not to the point of sickness, being pampered. Very much more into the soft feedism side of things for the most part.
If you'd like to help with the gains: cashapp is $kgd972 & PayPal is @ sscblog š
I feel like I hit all the main things, but if you want to know anything else just let me know.
Thank you for being here! āŗļø
āCome out letās talkāš
Eating her pussy as she vents about her day. Watching her slowly forget about it.
knees took some major damage this vid ngl
leopard print or all-black lace? šš¤ i simply cannot decide