I'm sure you could eat one more bite

This is a kink blog. Long time lurker first time blogger. Mid 20s female, this blog is 18+ no minors. Venture at your own risk (: 

[skipperafterdark]

oh…your belly is so big and fat it hangs over your waistband ? [trying really really hard not to drool] I don’t mind haha don’t even- oh. oh the overhang is so heavy you’ve got a big crease at your hips,? [tongue falling out of my mouth, giant hearts in my eyes] that’s.fine yeah hahaha don’t worry about it I- oh it kind of gets in the way of-? [fading in and out of consciousness. nose bleeding] thAt’s total.ly fine by me I can work 👍 with that!’!

[girlpenis-redux]

sorry i started sweating and blushing when you said your clothes have been feeling tighter lately. unfortunately its because i am a pervert

[justnoticing]

concept: pulling you closer by your belt loops but it’s kinda hard to slip my fingers through them because your rounded gut is pressing so heavily against the fabric and the pudge across your upper belly is spilling over the waistband and if not for how those jeans squeeze at your new softness i might’ve guessed they were painted on and oh god that poor zipper… what were we talking about? come here baby. let’s get those off of you; they look so uncomfortable.. ;)

[hopefullyhusky]

Daydream Boyfriend #5: Squeeze-able

[garden-hose-obesity]

I think I can safely speak for everyone when I say we would loooooove to see an updated video similar to the one you reblogged of yourself, if you wouldn’t mind…

Your moans are always so hot, and I have a sneaking suspicion that you’ve gotten fatter since then. Just like you wanted to. 😉

I almost never record from laying down like this, so I feel like I look kinda skinny… but here you go!

[hopefullyhusky]

Daydream boyfriend #8: Checking In

[svantetic]

[mortalityplays]

you can stay indoors all day when the sun is out, and sometimes it's nice like a cool draught from a tranquil spring, but watch out because if you stay indoors for two days in a row while the sun is out you start doing odd gothic literature things, stalking the halls and passages and muttering to yourself and parting the blinds to gaze down at your neighbours with a haunted look before turning away to contemplate your mannequins #yourmannequins. three days and you're basically fucked. you have to throw a towel over your head to scurry as far as the store for milk and people jeer at you like frankenstein's monster.

[weightgainworld]

You haven't played with a big stuffed gut in a while have you? You should really fix that.

[eatdeepfriedgrits]

When you eat so much you slip into a trance, and you only snap back to reality because it’s been an unusual amount of time since your last bite, and that’s because you’re fully leaned back in the chair, left arm bracing against the table holding you up, right hand carefully floating the next bite of sushi from the plate all the way to your mouth. It’s navigating this giant distance from plate to mouth that’s created the unusual amount of time between bites, and you realize this has been happening for a while because all you see on the table in front of you are empty takeout containers. In the moments for all these thoughts to process, you become aware of just swollen you feel, of how you can’t bend in the middle, of how your breathes are short, of how your shirt clings to your middle. It’s like going from 0-60 in three seconds. It’s exhilarating. You grab the last container of rice and delete it. You’re glad you have dessert. Three deep fried Oreos and ice cream. Inhaled. You stand up for the first time, and your center of gravity is way off. Your belly feels like it’s being squeezed, yet somehow grows outward and stretches before you. You touch your belly to see how tight it feels, and even you’re surprised. Satisfied.

[unlawfullover]

words can not describe how much i love ball guts. the kind where you can’t tell that they’re overweight until they turn around and you’re greeted by this ginormous sphere of fat. it just feels so greedy to me. you’re constantly stuffing yourself to the brim so now your stomach enters the room before you. the poor thing is riddled with vivid stretch marks, bright red and angry. they always have to tug down their shirt because it keeps riding up. it can’t cover that fat fucking blob protruding from their body. i have to squeeze my thighs together every time i see one. watching them struggle to get up. getting red in the face while they squirm around like a beached wall. i like making them ask for help. it makes me feral. the flushed look of humiliation because they’re too fat to get off the couch themselves. don’t even get me started on the love handles. . .

[tumboodles]

ok iim super high rn so mild horny stuff ahead

i think imjust so turned on by the feeling of being full in a way that nothing else ever really comes close to idk idk its like so crazy becos once i get to the point where I'm breathing really heavy and I'm lifting up my boobs becos my stomachs so full, i get so (⁠＠⁠_⁠＠⁠;⁠) 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 and then i get super full the next day and the next and the next and now i do it every day because it justtt ,,,, aaaa makes me squirm sooo much

im like fully addicted to it at this point and its caused me to get reallyyyyy fat really fast and i need. More and more food now becos my capacity is so much bigger, im srsrly piling on like a pound by the day because im so obsessed with turning myself on

i literaly feel like an extremely food motivated pet,, except i can get all the food I want myself, so it just never stops

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

notes: light dom/sub, ffa/bhm, stuffing, sex implied

I’m still on the floor between his legs when he finally speaks.

“I don’t think I can eat it all.” It’s said between labored breaths. I can’t see his face from this angle but I imagine he’s gritting his teeth to deal with the sharp stretch of his belly.

My fingers sink into his thighs as I push myself to my feet. I smirk when my imagination proves true; his eyes are squeezed shut and his teeth are clenched. I admit that we were ambitious tonight.

The cups are stacked neatly on the side table. Three empty shakes in total. There’s a fourth one waiting, condensation pooling around the bottom of the cup. I look at him again, the rise and fall of his overfull belly, barely able to get a full breath. To be fair, he did eat a lot.

I move closer and gingerly straddle his wide hips. I wonder when they’ll spread so far I won’t be able to touch the cushion beneath us. My hands immediately go to his sides, pressing in and testing the give underneath despite the soft fat. Not much, but still some.

“Oh, but you will,” I say. I reach for the final milkshake, now melted enough to go down easy. The gentle pressure of my other hand pushes a thick burp out of him and I hum in approval.

“See? You’re such a good boy.” He blushes and I know I’ve won. It wasn’t really much of a fight, anyway. “You can do it. Open up, baby.”

Despite how much I know he’s eaten tonight, he lets me put the cup to his lips and begins gulping down the shake. He drains it and I ready myself for the aftermath. I toss the cup on the table to free up both hands and he moans so deliciously. I roll my hips, pressing down on his cock. Anything to hear that sound again.

His hands grab at me; I allow him to feel what he wants as I continue soothing his packed belly, so full of cream and sugar and pure fat. Wondering where it might all end up is one of my favorite pastimes.

“I told you,” I say. He groans in response. I think there might be an attempt at a rebuttal in there, but I’m too worked up to care. So is he, with the way he’s now gripping my hips. I manage to move his hands and slide off his lap and back between his legs. Hands sinking back into his soft thighs, I reward him.

[would-you-like-some-soup]

belt pressing into a tummy after the fourth free refill

belt audibly stretching when bending over

belt being difficult to unbuckle while being too full

belt right underneath a belly so that it makes it look rounder

belt that's slightly too tight and imprints red marks around a belly

belt notches being used to track weight gain, or a belly's expansion during a stuffing

belt snapping open not being able to take the pressure anymore

oughhhh

[sloshygirl]

you guys mind if I unbutton my shorts real quick

[force-me-fatter]

I'm getting round

I want to go out to eat with the net shirt under my regular clothes. Loose to start, and feel it get tighter throughout the night eating meal after meal, restaurant to restaurant until it's so tight I can't take it anymore.

[force-me-fatter]

Get a good look, next time you see the net shirt it's going to be tight 😈

[eatdeepfriedgrits]

GRWDFG 35: Dishes

imma be honest with you all for a moment—I’m floored at how wide I look here.