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Just imagining gathering a bunch of feedees and feeders and making the feedees play games together and each time they die in the game the feeders feed them, and if the whole team wipes it’s an all out feeding session until everyone respawns or for the next five minutes
Confession time...
Please re-blog this if it is okay to anonymously confess a fantasy to you.
Wanna see me muscle down a gainer shake?
This is not a drill🍔🍔🍔
I need belly grabs, pokes, pinches, jiggles, gropes, and of course, rubs.
baby do i really need to wear this? -wait... go on... this feels really good
gripping the belly while making out or making love is one of the most sacred acts a person can commit
Ive actually lost weight, but hey at least I've got some stubborn belly fat left.
That and these cute outfits. Femboy got fat. 😉
putting it simply, i'm a pretty princess and i deserve to lounge around all day having my face stuff while being pampered getting my belly rubbed 💕
Valentine's Day commission for anon
You're my Chubby Boyfriend
You’ve gotten so oblivious since we started dating.
You’ve been happy. That’s obvious. You can see it on your face, how content you are, how comfortable you’ve gotten. How docile. I’ve been treating you well. And you’ve let me. You’ve allowed me to spoil you, to pamper you. And all that relationship satisfaction has certainly taken a toll. On your mood, on your mental health. Everything has improved.
Everything, that is, but your weight.
You’ve sort of ballooned, fat boy. You’ve thickened quite a bit during our time together. You’ve been letting me feed you, as you sit on that widening, pampered ass of yours. Letting me stuff you silly at dinner. Letting me bring you endless snacks, coaxing goodies and treats down your greedy throat, convincing those plump, submissive lips of yours to part for my desserts. You’ve been letting me fill you; not just filling your heart or your mind or your time. But I’ve been filling up your body as well.
You’ve changed somewhat, fatty. You’ve let all the weight accumulate all over yourself, transforming from that handsome, fit jock I smiled at as I watched him pack away dinner, my own leftovers, and dessert as well. As I sat back, like a fox watching a plump porker fatten himself, knowing your potential, knowing what I could do to you if I put my mind to it.
And it’s unmistakable now. You’re not a fit, single jock anymore. You’re my dumb, handsome chubber of a boyfriend. A plump boytoy whose mind is filled with the thought of donuts and cupcakes and cookies and pies. All being brought to him on a plate by his loving, doting significant other. By me.
That relationship weight has accumulated all over. Your stomach, which was once muscular, is now covered in layers of lard, its dough spilling out onto your lap. Your legs covered in fat, fighting to take up space in your chair as you squeeze your enormous ass back so you can play your video games. You’ve gotten uncomfortable, in this new, chubby body of yours. But I do my best to minimize the discomfort, to make sure you don’t have to struggle into those terrible shorts with the button anymore. No, those all burst a while ago. Now, I’ve spoiled you and bought you several pairs of stretchy athletic shorts that leave little room for growth. Packing away your work shirts and button ups and replacing them with stretchy, breathable t-shirts. Shirts that crease under your juicy moobs, that rest above your belly button, exposing your chub. You don’t even notice as I hold a plate of brownies in front of you. As you stuff your face, stupidly, watching your mind-numbing shows and scrolling on your phone. Your double chin highlighting the cuteness of your face, outlining the plumpness where your handsome jawline used to be.
I love showing you off to the world, taking pictures and posting them on social media. “Look how cute my man is, everyone!” I write. While in my mind I think about how much of a pig you are. How you jiggle now, when you step. How your ass cheeks have to shift because your butt has ballooned so big. How your undies ride up between them and you have to tug when you don’t think I’m looking. How we go for walks and you’re always at least a couple steps behind, struggling to keep up with my long, fit legs. I give you lots of belly pats though, bountiful attention, and of course, endless offerings of food! And you love it…of course you do! Because you’re a fat boy at heart and now, thanks to all my cooking and spoiling and pampering, you’re a fat boy all over. Now, all that chub is mine! That belly is mine to rub! That ass is mine to grab! Those love handles are mine to squeeze! Maybe you’ll go mad from all my poking and prodding, from my teasing. Maybe you’ll lose your mind from all my delicious cooking, the toll it’s taking. But you certainly wont do anything about it. It’s simply too addicting; my cooking, the way it makes you grow…the way I make you feel…
There’s just no hope for you anymore, now, fat boy. So open wide.
btw when a person tells you they usually don’t cum or have a hard time with it, pushing them to cum (“come on, baby, cum for me!” “are you close?” “i want to make you cum” etc) makes it less likely for them to cum and will in fact make them feel very pressured and have less fun because they now feel like you’re not going to have fun if they don’t cum.
the goal for sex isn’t to cum. the goal of sex is to enjoy yourselves. you can have fun without orgasms. orgasms are a bonus. stop treating sex like it’s not good enough if your partner doesn’t climax.
fattening someone up but doing it in like. a masculinizing way. telling you “eat up, i like boys who look like they can handle themselves” with a coy little wink as i add another serving to your plate, grabbing your chub, “gotta make sure you can keep me warm.” squeezing your doughy arm the same way one would squeeze a guy’s muscled bicep, even more admiringly. saying things like “i need a guy with a little weight on him,” as i encourage you to order a second entree when we’re out to dinner, and on the way home i rub your stuffed belly, “hm, you’re still a little scrawny, but you’ll be a real hunk in no time.”
I know you've been sneaking food. I see all your junk food wrappers you tried to hide in the garbage. The empty fast food bags from your "little snacks" you get while your out. I can see it in how tight your clothes are. Look at yourself, your fat is overflowing the waistband of those pants the buttons on your shirt are holding on for dear life. How did you think I wouldn't notice.
If you want to eat like a pig all day fine. But you're going to be my pig, got it?. My pig is going to be the biggest fattest pig. No more sneaking anything, in fact I want you to send me pictures of everything you eat so I can make sure your eating enough. If you don't eat enough, I'll be forced to funnel calories into you until you've had enough to please me. Everyday the amount of food you need to eat will increase along with you fat gut. Until your so fat and so greedy all you can think about is more, more food and more fat.
Still obsessed with how hot it was to hear somebody compliment my cooking by saying they'd "pack it on" if they ate "so well" every day. Like... aww you can already tell that you wouldn't be able to resist eating everything I put in front of you?? you know you like eating too much to want to limit your appetite when there's good food around, and you're already resigned to the idea that you'd get fat 'cause you know I'd make sure you were always well-fed?? one good meal is all it took?? 🥺 👉👈
i want to FLUSTER that man. i want to make him BLUSH. i want to make him feel VULNERABLE AROUND ME. i want to make him WEAK IN THE KNEES. i want to kiss him
