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about bea 🩷 🔞 AGELESS = BLOCKED
dreamboy kitty bimblob lesbian
i looove attention 🩷🩷keep on texting me baby!
feeder lean, but teases are super cute
more under cut ;3
there is a point “waist” becomes “belly” and you have to get there
heavy puppy,,,,
the sluttiest outfit known to this world is when the shirt is a little too small and rides up the belly so the bottom is visible, maybe even up to the belly button if we're feeling truly scandalous. maybe over the belly button. maybe like half of the gut isn't even covered. maybe not even at all. oh my.
heheh,, my pelvis used to jut out all sharp but now I have to squeeze myself to feel it because there's just chub there ,,,,
i just had a mental flash of an erotic photo shoot involving a fat woman reclining while her two lovers are kissing and nuzzling on her belly and with touch so firm and sexually charged that even in the still photos you can see the feverishness of their touch in the way her skin dimples under their fingers and squishes between their teeth and against their faces a d being able to see her facial expression change through the photos from apprehensive to completely glassy eyed and blissed out and. ouguhhghhghhh
I can’t stop thinking about it anymore.
I want it so fucking bad. I need a feeder who doesn’t give a shit about limits, who sees how pathetic and greedy I already am and just… keeps pushing.
I want to be trapped under hundreds and hundreds of pounds of my own soft, useless blubber. I want my belly to sag so heavy it pins me to the bed, rolls cascading over rolls, sweat pooling in every deep crease while I wheeze just from existing. I want stretch marks like lightning bolts splitting across my skin, red and angry at first, then turning silver as proof of how much I’ve surrendered.
I want to feel the tube shoved down my throat when my jaw gets too tired, thick calorie sludge pumping straight into me 24/7—shakes so dense they feel like cement, heavy cream, melted ice cream, oil slicking everything. I want my body to forget what hunger even feels like because I’m never empty. Ever. Just constantly bloated, aching, leaking, my heart hammering against layers of fat like it’s trying to escape before it gives out.
I want my legs to fuse into useless pillows of cellulite, my arms too swollen to lift, my chins multiplying until I can barely turn my head. I want to be so immobile that the only movement is the jiggle when someone slaps my gut or forces another funnel session. I want my feeder’s hands sinking wrist-deep into my sides while they whisper how much prettier I’ll be when I’m closer to the edge, when every breath is a struggle, when my body is finally giving up exactly like I begged it to.
I’m already ruined for anything else. Normal life? Gone. Thin? Laughable. I don’t want escape. I want to sink deeper. I want to be their perfect, disgusting, dying pig—swollen, sweaty, horny and helpless, cumming from the pressure alone while my arteries clog and my organs drown in lard.
Please.
Make me so fat I can’t come back.
Make me so fat I stop breathing under my own weight.
I’m begging for it. I’m dripping just typing this.
I’m not leaving this path. I’m already too far gone. 🐷💦🍰
new year new me (the new me is wobbling fat on a girls ass)
when they get too stupid to realise how fat they’ve gotten
being collared is really nice, it's like a hug that never leaves you
fat girls 🤝 trans girls 🤝 plural girls
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can i be ur sweet and definitely harmless and innocent house husband manipulating you into gaining a ton of weight . can i secretly condition u to be perfectly lazy n obedient to me. please god can you whine and groan that you dont know what happened to you while i pout condescendingly and grope your fattened tummy and change the subject to what im making for dinner. please god
i want your coworkers to tease you about the gut i put on you daily, for you to laugh good naturedly and slide a hand underneath your belly to lift it appraisingly, for you to jiggle it, or slap it, and hide just how horny it makes you that ive blown you up enough people are commenting on it
i want to pack you two lunches and still find a way to fit in a weight gain shake. i want you stuffing your face while your coworkers are eating nothing but a sad salad. i want you to sneak off with the shake, or the pint of heavy cream, to a bathroom or a supply closet, i want you to show off just how stuffed you already are for me, like a good little fatty, before you take a video of yourself sucking down the liquid calories ive packed for you--illicitly, alone, moaning from how packed you feel when im not even there. how owned you are.
i want you to come home to a beautifully maintained house and know that theres nothing you need to do, you dont need to lift a finger, all you need to do is lay back on the couch and let me fill you with the richest, fattiest home cooked meals you can imagine until youre too beached to move from the couch, stuffed with comfort food and bloated from beer. i want you to moan from pain and pleasure and ask me how much butter was even in that, only for me to laugh and say you shouldnt worry your pretty little head about such things, hon, thats for me to take care of. i want to leave a perfect lipstick mark on your taxed, overstuffed belly and walk to the kitchen to get you a slice of homemade cheesecake
or three.
You deserve to be soft and heavy and luxurious. Beautiful rolls spilling out of everything you wear. A decadent, hedonistic angel that indulges constantly, the number on the scales growing continuously 🥺💜
in these times of extreme winter cold, it is now more important than ever to get fat as fuck
I want a girl so out of shape and overfed that her body is literally only fit for lounging back and stuffing her face
Sitting up? Breathing more heavily
Reaching for snacks? Heart pounding in her ears
Standing up? Red faced and flushed with effort
God forbid—walking? Full on wheezing, struggling to catch her breath, drenched in sweat
Her arms get tired from the weight of a two liter, her feet are sore from stabding, her lungs burn when she rolls over, and her back aches from sitting upright
Only comfortable when she's completely sedentary, lounged back and cradling a belly full of fattening junk food
I want her body completely useless, so I can see just how well I've treated her. After all: a girl so grossly out of shape that she can't do anything but eat must've been so spoiled she didn't need to do anything else
How else am I to know I've treated a girl right?
my "i love making women helplessly fat" shirt is raising a lot of questions answered by the plethora of women with burgeoning waistlines around me
This isnt written/signed on a contract and isnt legally binding but i'd love to change that. Anyways, i would genuinely love to be kidnapped and forced into immobility, constantly fed past my limit at all hours of the day, trained to cum dozens, if not hundreds, of times daily, made to drink and smoke loads of weed. Hell, i'll be so drunk that you could just feed me any drug you want. Please overfeed me, force me to black out, and make me to cum endlessly, you can have everything i have as long as you turn me into an immobile, drug-addicted whore. I want it to kill me so bad, for my last moments to be me cumming whilst choking on my own vomit, way too fucking immobile to even be moved past the doors. And best of all, no one would know what truly happened to me. Whilst everyone is grieving over the past me, im getting stuffed beyond my limit, unable to even remember my loved ones.