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@bigchubbybunny
I’m back!
love love love mock concern, ESPECIALLY when you’re clearly the one to blame for my growing waistline ~
- “you should really lay off of the treats, honey. you’re getting kind of chubby.” as you shove the last bite of a donut between my lips.
- “that’s a big portion baby. you know all that food is just gonna make you softer and rounder, yeah?” after you’ve placed the plate that you’ve piled high for me, on the table.
- “fuck, you’re a heavy girl, huh? since when did you get so big?” as you grope my hips and hanging belly after telling me to sit on your lap
- “jesus princess, might be time for a larger size again, you’re just spilling out of these things” as i try on the pants you picked out for me, knowing they were way too small.
- “wow angel, you’ve really fattened up over the holidays, haven’t you? maybe you should start thinking about that diet.” after you’ve stuffed me with another holiday meal fit for 5.
- “i think you should stop smoking so much weed sweetheart. it’s becoming very obvious that you can’t control your munchies.” as you pack my third bowl of the day
I need to absolutely pig out on some fast food right now, shoving food in my face, wiping my hands on my shirt, grease and sauce running down my chin (or chins). i don’t stop until i physically can’t fit any more in my stomach, then i lay there bloated and moaning, rubbing my overstuffed ball of lard i call a belly.
even better if i had a feeder to take me to a drive through, every time i finish the food we go back through and order even more. the workers seeing how much more of a slob i become each round, more grease and sauce covering my face and shirt and i can’t hold back my burps.
feelin extra blobby today 🥰🐷
Soft feedism used as tool to manipulate me into eating myself into a stupor everyday.
“Oh, you finished that slice of pie? Here’s a milkshake to wash it down. Finished with that shake? Try these cookies fresh out of the oven. The weather has cooled off, so here’s a big bowl of chili with extra cheese and sour cream. You look liked you were still hungry, so I brought you a second bowl. You look so cozy, how about I rub your belly while you have some more pie. There’s only two slices left, so why don’t you polish it off so I can bake another pie.”
“But I’m getting way too big”
That’s your cue to disregard my feelings. No more praise, no more encouragement, make it known that you are in charge of me.
I don’t control what happens with my body, you do. You decide how big I get, and you decide when I stop.
Humiliate me. Embarrass me. Flaunt your sleek, toned body to make me understand that I could never turn things around. Get it through my thick skull that there’s no going back to thin for me anymore.
Make me feel like such a useless tub of jiggling lard that any attempt at exercise would only be met with mockery. “Look at that fatty on the treadmill, even their double chin is bouncing”.
And if none of that works, if I keep insisting, then you just take me by force.
Tie me to the bed and lock me in my room, take away my mobility until you can feed me and feed me and feed me into a big ball of shame and blubber. Make me so fat and embarrassed of myself that I’ll never want to show my face outside again.
Then I’m all yours again.
I think a week of wake n bake and gorging like a hog would fix me
Let me talk you through it while you stuff yourself with one hand and masturbate with the other 💕💞
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something so special about someone who takes their time to make you come. not edging you, but showing you patience and eagerness in learning how to unravel you. mumbled sweet words to coax your attention back on them when you're getting into your head about 'taking too long'. if anything they just scoff, maybe getting angry on your behalf for whoever made you feel this way in the past. as if getting to taste and feel and worship you for hours isn't the best thing that ever happened to them. their intention is not to push you over the edge in record time but to get to know you inside out, no matter how long it takes. they rather come untouched in their pants than to stop giving you everything you deserve and more. your pleasure is their pleasure.
Very well said. 👏
feedism and pet play is a major turn on for me.
tell me i can only move around our flat on all fours. that i have to be naked 24/7.
make me eat my food out of a bowl or off the floor like a good dog.
feed me treats constantly and then frown about how big i’m getting and threaten to put me on a diet.
instead of petting me you can just pat my growing ass and watch all the fat you’ve packed onto me wobble.
Making my "pet" try and do tricks they're clearly visibly too fat to do. Roll over, tubby. Hop up on the bed. Go fetch.
feedism and pet play is a major turn on for me.
tell me i can only move around our flat on all fours. that i have to be naked 24/7.
make me eat my food out of a bowl or off the floor like a good dog.
feed me treats constantly and then frown about how big i’m getting and threaten to put me on a diet.
instead of petting me you can just pat my growing ass and watch all the fat you’ve packed onto me wobble.
I’ve gotten soooooo fat lately. I can feel my belly creeping up my lap and my thighs touching ALL the time. I love mindless groping myself now, there’s so much to play with. I especially love my love handless, I can playing with them makes my gut move as well. I love the shame it brings me too, I sat on my ass and ate myself to the point where my clothes don’t fit. I lie to myself and tell myself my jeans still fit - they don’t I struggle to get them over this nice wobbly belly I’ve grown. I lie and tell myself I don’t want to gain more weight, I do. I adore not fitting into things and being soft, I especially love how horny I am all the time now and how easy it is to cum. I love giving into being fat.
Having her fat ass sit on my lap after feeding and funnelling her over 5000calories worth of takeout and cake shake. Feeling how heavy and plush her greedy habits have made her, and struggling to bounce her on my knee as a result of it.
Poor little thing doesnt realise this is the smallest she’ll ever be, and that we’re just getting started. 😈💫
Needing a feeder who encourages my gaming hobby to the point where I only get up if it's absolutely necessary. Locked in, staring at screens all day while they deliver all sorts of fattening snacks, hand feeding me during times when I can't stop to eat. If I lose a competitive game or find myself stuck on a particular level, they make me suck down thousands of calories in gainer shakes and sodas until I win enough or make it past wherever I'm stuck on. Someone who'll casually rub my overtaxed belly and hang out doing something else while I play, just enjoying each other's presence as I pack on the pounds in front of them. Going on a win streak getting rewarded with all sorts of desserts and confections while losing streaks are met with being pulled away and funnel fed at the end of every session until the streak stops. Each day is dedicated to pure hedonism and overindulgence as I fry my brain with all that dopamine, but it's exactly what we want, forever gaming and gaining, getting better the fatter I get
from gentle feedism where the feedee go’s “i think i’m going to stop gaining… just for a little while… so i have time to adjust” that turns into hard feedism where they say “fuck i should’ve stopped 15 pounds ago” as you shove pizza in their mouth and tell them they’ll keep gaining as long as you see fit.
How long have you been together?
Boring, Outdated: 10 years!
New, Innovative, Exciting: 134lbs 🥰