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Contrast in feedism that doesn't require one person to be skinny >>>>>
Especially strong fat feeder + extremely unfit, much fatter feedee
gorging on fatty foods feels soooooo good..
i'm also getting bruises on my belly from the arms of my chair digging into them so much. damn.. that's a new level of fat.
full vid on OF~
I wish there were stoners into feedism that live near me, that’d be pretty sick. Get stoned, stuff our guts and rub each others belly’s 😻
I'm in one of those moods where I need someone to rub my stuffed belly and say mean things in a sweet voice to me 🥺🥺🥺
Like please tell me how bad it is that I crave and eat fast food all the time, tell me how much it turns you on to see me so out of shape. Call me your cute lard filled obese cow, praise me for my food addiction, tease me for my ever growing gurgling gut. Please make fun of me for how much the chairs creak when I sit down, and for how much I worry when my hips brush past a tight space. Tease me for getting turned on by the taste of calorie dense milkshakes, or how I get so horny over a big meal or your promises to make me fatter, to be your fattened pet. Tell me how much you adore how all I think about is food, getting bred, and your attention 24/7. Then tell me how you're going to encourage and push me to the extreme of all these cute little gluttonous and hedonistic habits. How before I can even think of stopping, I am going to be begging you through huffs and puffs and small burps to feed me even fatter.
So deeply craving the casual intimacy of feedism right now. A hand resting gently on my belly as they lean into my side. The subtle smile of approval as they see me order a large meal. The constant assurance and encouragement to eat whatever my heart desires. The sweet smile they give when we see that I’ve outgrown another piece of clothing, or being lovingly teased about how tight the booth at a restaurant has gotten. To be loved and admired for not denying myself, to be beautiful to someone else for everything that the world tells me I should hate
Still thinking about this constantly. There’s just something so tender about feedism. To have someone want me soft and well fed, insisting that I always have that little bit more. To have someone watch me grow softer and heavier with every bite they coax into my mouth. Every pound a marker of my devotion, of how I could never say no to what they give me. Becoming more and more reliant on them as I’m weighed down by the toll of their affection. Every new inch on my waistline becomes a symbol of how I’m cared for, and every pant and gasp of effort shows that I’m yours
Big stuffed belly full of food and heart clogging lard. Playing with that belly knowing how unhealthy it is and how it's only getting bigger gaining thru all the risk and consequences is just the best.
I’ve gone from 209lbs to 224lbs in a week, I’m very proud of this gain, I’ve been stuffing myself like a cow 🐮 ahaha
To have someone play with my belly like this would make me instantly c*m 🥹😍
being a stay at home gf but not in a trad way, in a
my bf loves me so much he just wants me to stay at home and smoke and fill myself up on every tasty food i can think of so he can come home and rub my belly and make me cum over and over
kind of way
"Squash" (August 2025)
I look massive!
just want to be a fat stoned princess fairy who is given endless treats all day 🥹🤤
Plllleeeassseee I’m already stoned all day all I need is someone to feed me endless treats and maybe pack for me cause I’m too lazy
Melted ice cream drips from the corner of your mouth and onto your fattened breasts. Your massively overfilled gut pushes out onto your lap, and your stomach aches with how full you are. You lament how you've given me so much control over your calorie intake. Maybe you're in over your head...
Then I take your softened double chin in my hand, tilting your head up to look me in the eyes before kissing you deeply. "I have never been more proud of you," I whisper affectionately as my hand gently caresses your swollen tummy.
Maybe it isn't so bad...
alive & well, still eating and in desperate needing of feeding 😩🐷💓
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i 🩷 eating
“Okay, that’s it.” I say, as the funnel gurgles empty, leaving your lips, while the remainder of the sweet shake drips out of the hose. I see it drip and land on you, quickly rolling into a deep crease at the top of your swollen belly, disappearing under a massive breast that is resting to the side.
“You did good. You’re such a good piggy.” I tease, lightly rubbing the front of your hugely distended double belly. The crease at your navel, I notice, has gotten wider and deeper as we’ve piled the weight on you. Even as you sit relaxed on your bed, the mass of your fat and full gut weighs heavily on you, pushing you back as it rests on two dimpled trunk like thighs. I notice that your breath is fast and sharp, partly due to my teasing and mostly due to the 3500 calories which are now settling heavily in your stomach, after you greedily funneled it down, with my encouragement.
“Let’s get my big hog on the scale. Can you get up?” You look me in the eyes, still breathing heavily, and sort of roll your eyes and laugh, with a sigh. One thick arm braces to your side, and the other fattened arm rests atop your swollen belly, as you attempt to hop and slide forward, clearly struggling with your newfound massive weight. Your little struggles to get up from the bed now are becoming more pathetic, clearly you are becoming more dependent on me each day. A dark thought crosses my mind as I wonder if you even recognize yourself in there, enveloped in rolls and dimples. You were such a pretty, thin girl when we met. I can’t imagine what all your friends and family say now.
I snap back, offering you a strong hand to aid your heft as you swing your feet from edge of the bed, firmly planting them on your floor. I notice you let out a considerable grunt as we get you to your feet. As you sway your wide hips towards the bathroom, I notice your massive ass has all but swallowed the now tiny panties, the ones I thought were too tight twenty pounds ago.
You waddle heavily and slowly towards the bathroom, still silent but with heavy breathing, now made worse for the tiny amount of physical activity that you’ve been subjected to. As you waddle massively, your ass sways side to side, cut like two huge hams by the taught strings of your underwear. I place a guiding hand on your hip as you slowly waddle through the bathroom doorframe.
I can tell the short trip has exhausted you, and I quickly get down and slide the scale towards you. You step atop it, not even bothering to try to look down to see, as that view was obscured many pounds ago.
I see you take a deep breath, one chubby hand atop the thick part of your upper belly.
“387!” I read aloud, looking up into your round face, seeing that you’re clearly still attempting to catch your breath.
“My big girl is growing.” I say, gently grabbing a handful of your swaying lower belly, lightly jiggling it. I have no doubt you feel massive, just like the fattened pig by which I’ve treated you like over the last several months. “I think we’ll make my goal of 400 in no time. It’s hard to believe you were just 140 pounds just a few years ago.” I hear you exhale a slight gasp, and turn back towards your bed with a slight giggle, by which I hope you agree.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of my big girl.” I say, playfully smacking your wide ass as you turn, thinking to myself that these short trips are only going to get more and more difficult over the next few months…
Noticing your partner is getting fatter because every night when you go to bed, you wrap your arm over their side and gently brush your hand on their stomach, feeling it give in and squish more each night. Eventually, you're just grabbing handfuls of it as they doze off completely full, and you feel their sloshy belly digest all the calories you forced into them, turning it even softer and jigglier for you.