The Fattening Adventures of Expandabelly

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Two burgers and a dozen Krispy Kremes found their way into my belly 🤤 stuffed full and stretched, feeling unable to get up without help 🥵 but if you chose not to help me up and to force-feed me a can of whipped cream instead then who's to stop you? 🤷‍♀️

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If helium inflation is your kind of thing, I think you might like this little snippet 🎈

Really trying hard to find that limit 🥵

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Belly's hangin' real low…

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Pumped up rounder than ever 🥵

No seriously I can't stop. It feels too good. Every time I inflate I get a little braver and decide I can take more. But where is my limit? How soon will I find it? All I've ever wanted was to be a huge round belly with a body attached, and I think I might actually get there one day 🥵

[feedistvin]

What's the smallest shirt you own show us pretty please

Probably this one. It was one of my go to baseball practice t shirts that has actually held up well over 15 years.

I wish I had something older but this is the earliest comparison I have to how it used to fit at around 200 pounds:

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Sir. SIR. 🥵🥵🥵

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Inflated like a big fat balloon!

Video up on my of, I inflated myself sooo fast. I became totally immobile on the bed and isnt that the DREAM yall?!

#bbw

[female-feeder-heaven]

Big boys cuddle better

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Damn 🥵

[feederfemale]

🐽🐷

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So squidgy 🤤

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Pumped up like a balloon 🎈

I started pumping my belly up, each little puff filling me further, stretching my belly wider and pushing my belly button further and further away from me. But I wasn't inflating fast enough, so my husband took the pump from me and showed me how big I could get🥵

Come and see the video on Fansly 😜

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2006, or 2007 maybe? - Lolcatz posts her first inflation video online. Becomes a cute little balloon.

2024 - Lolcatz evolved into Expandabelly and inflated with Helium. It's super effective!

(It's me, I'm lolcatz, I got absolutely massive inflating with helium)

Watch me inflate with helium at https://fans.ly/r/expandabelly

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"I haven't gotten that fa- ...oh."

[morallyinept-deactivated2024071]

Let's face it, life can be tough sometimes. Real tough.

That sadistic guy wearing Birkenstocks in the sky created mankind to suffer for bloody eternity, am I right? We're human and as such we come equipped with a heart and a brain, both of which can be a wonderful blessing, and can double team us when we least expect it. Dem fuckers...

But don't worry, Dieter and I have got you covered. Say hello to everyone, Dieter:

We're both here to tell you that, it's okay sometimes to feel defeated; to wallow and hang around in those low, low spirits feeling like nothing you do is good enough. Part of being a human is that we're able to feel. Sometimes, we feel too much. But that's okay. We're not designed to be 'on' all the time. And it should never be expected of us to be either. 

We're also here to teach you how to overcome that niggling doubt and creeping anxiety, when it starts to barb, and to help you realise your worth. Because you are absolutely worth more than you know, babe. Promise.

So, are you ready to help impart some wisdom and advice on these all lovelies, D? 

Honestly, you just can't get the help these days… 🙄

So, get comfy, put on some pyjama pants and crocs, and let's help you on your way to finding some semblance of yourself again. 🖤

Adulting. Ugh. The pressures of a busy working life can be intense. Juggling a home life can be just as overwhelming at times. 🥵 Family drama, kids, partners… Even if you're single and don't have little people running around your feet, it can still feel like too much at times.

Your attention is pulled constantly in so many different directions. We want to have it all, but sometimes it can be hard to keep juggling those balls. (No,not those types of balls, D... Grow up, dude. Sheesh.) Sometimes, we can lose our way and feel like we're drowning in pressure and that we'll never be able to reach the surface again to breathe. 

It can all get a bit much and we eventually break, naturally. Hit a crisis, hit a wall. Reach the end of our tether. Burst into uncontrollable tears and weep for days whilst clutching onto barnyard animals… 

Aww. The poor widdle lamb. (You can decide which one I'm referring to.)

And we all have our vices; coping mechanisms that are not always good for us. We think they'll make us feel better - that the placebo really does numb the pain out for a while. We tend to indulge in them further, especially if we're frazzled. We can unintentionally self-harm in so many ways, and not even realise we're doing it half the time. It becomes a vicious cycle.

Some more than others, clearly… Ahem, Dieter? I'm trying to make a positive point here, are you quite finished? 🤨 

Good boy.

So, when the weight of the world starts to weigh heavy, there are a few things you can do to help get yourself moving through it and out to the other side fairly unscathed.☝🏻Remember, these moments of self-doubt and pressure aren't weaknesses. You're not weak at all. Far from it. You're stronger than you think you are. 

O2 is your bestie. Breathe it in. Snorts are optional.

First and foremost, breathe. You have two lungs, use them. Breathing techniques have been scientifically proven to have a calming effect. Mediative mindful breathing can also help with physical pain too. Stopping for a few moments to breathe slowly and deeply enables more air to flow into your body, thus helping calm your nerves, reduce stress and quell bubbling anxiety. 

Taking deep breaths in, holding for the count of three Mississippi's, and then out again slowly, can really help. 

Show them how it's done, D:

Well, you get the point. Alternatively, check these techniques out.

Put the damn phone down.

We're living in a modern world and we're all modern girls Dieters, right? That gadget glued to the palm of our hand somehow dictates us, doesn't it? We rely on our mobile devices for so much. Have you ever felt that sudden, cold panic when you realise you can't remember where you put the damn thing down? 😨 Yeah. Technology is only advancing and it's hard to keep pace. But it's healthy to take regular breaks away from the Pedro memes.  Especially if you create content too. The demand for in-your-palm content is at the highest it has ever been. We are greedy for it. We want more. And we want it all for free. 

But it should not come at the cost of your mental wellbeing. Ever. 

Take regular breaks from your screen. Put down that phone and go outside for a walk. Indulge yourself in a creative hobby. Watch your favourite movie again. Experiment and cook something tasty to eat. Get lost in a new book for a while. Pamper yourself with a luxurious bath with all the glitter bath bombs you can chuck in until you emerge as the pruned rainbow qween that you are. Slaaaaay. Paint some weird creepy shit on the wall if you like.

The internet will still be there when you come back to it later.

If you're a content creator yourself, it can feel like there is a constant pressure from your followers for you to churn it out 24/7, right? And it's easy to put that pressure on yourself to please faceless others. Why are you doing it to yourself? Numbers mean nothing. The number of followers you have does not determine your worth, or lessen your contribution of your craft to the fandom. 

Genuine followers who enjoy what you put out into the world will never mind if you take a break away for some time for yourself. If they do, then they're not worth having as followers. 

Would you want followers like that, Dieter? 

Exactly. Hells naw.

Get that fine ass moving.

Exercise is a great way to relieve stress and tension. To clear the head and get those muscles working and the blood pumping. Exercise releases feel-good endorphins. (Even if you feel like you want to die in a sweaty, wheezy puddle whilst doing it.) When you exercise, a number of neurotransmitters are released, including endorphins, endocannabinoids, and our lovely friend dopamine. So stretch out, loosen up and get that booty moving, sweetheart.

Show them how it's done, Dieter:

Hmm. Once more with even less feeling there, buddy.

Exercise also promotes neuroplasticity and increases the oxygen supply to your brain. And a brain filled with oxygen is a much happier brain. So go for a walk. Go for a run if you're into that shit, whatever. No judgement here. Or just crazy dance your ass off to your favourite music, really loud and like no-one's watching… 

Yeah. We'll just leave him to it for a while… He's working through some stuff. 

Your body is a temple. Let Dieter worship it.

It goes without saying that food is fuel. What you put into your body fuels it. Look, I get it; when you feel rubbish all you want to do is eat rubbish. And I'm not here to tell you any different. I'm not your mommy and- 

Urm, my dude. I was in the middle of speaking, but sure… what is it, D? 

Urm… Later?

Wow. Lost my train of thought now… *Proceeds to think about nothing else but dick* Aaaanyway...

If you want to eat that whole tub of ice-cream whilst sobbing your little heart out, you go right ahead and do it, darling. You're allowed a treat if you want it. Eat the KitKat from the minibar. But remember your greens too. They're really very beneficial for you and full of all them good nutrients. The more colourful your plate, the better.

Let it go. Let it go. (Please, don't sing that fucking song.)

And finally, accept that it's okay to feel like a hot mess sometimes. It's a lewk. It's perfectly natural to have days when you want to hide in bed and poke anyone in the eye who wants to tell you to 'smile, it could be worse.' Yeah? Well you could have my finger in your eyeball, buddy. How 'bout that, sucker? Jab! Jab! 

Easy, easy.

As a human being we ride through a rollercoaster of emotions on the daily, and sometimes you just gotta say fuck it and ride with them. Throw your hands up in the air and scream at the top of your lungs through the scary loop-de-loops. You can throw up after you get off if you need to. It's fine. Dieter will hold your hair.

Or, maybe not. You feeling okay there, bud? Okay. No more teacup rides for you.

But if you feel like the bad days aren't easing off, or you feel like you might be trapped, or venturing into some dark territory with your thoughts, then please reach out to someone who can listen and help. There is no shame in asking for help. It does not make you weak. I repeat: It. Does. Not. Make. You. Weak. To. Ask. For. Help. 

We all need it sometimes. 

And if you don't want to, or don't feel comfortable talking to those closest to you, then there are plenty of resources online for you to check out. Not sure where to start? Well Dieter and I have got you covered, don't we D?

Yeah. We'll attach some links at the bottom of this post that we hope might be helpful.

I hope that after reading this it's helped to put a smile on your face at the very least if you're currently having a hard time, for whatever reason. If it's a contribution to lifting your mood today, even by just a smidge 🤏🏻 then I'm glad.

I know it can be tough, believe me. Being human can sure be difficult to navigate sometimes. But I hope you know that you will come through it. If you don't know, you will come through it. You're stronger than you think you are. And you're fucking awesome. 🖤

So, how are you feeling now we've discussed some self-care, D? 

Good. Now, I believe you asked me if I wanted to have sex with you...

Pyjama pants down, Mister. Oof. Someone's excited! Gimme that sugar… 💋

👇🏻Here be the linkage:

Thanks for enjoying some self-care time with Dieter and I. We hope it helped. 🖤🩷

How Pedro Deals With Anxiety

Pedro Pascal Feel Good Clip - Because Pedro ALWAYS makes you feel good, right?

100 ways to do self care - Some great ideas in here.

In crisis? USA

In crisis? UK

Most, if not all, of these awesome Dieter GIFS came from @a7estrellas & @uuuhshiny and some I randomly found through Pintrest/Google.

🖤

YOU. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. YOU. THINK.

Do you. Then do Dieter.

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This is amazing!! Read it. Look at our gorgeous hot mess Dieter in the gifs. Then read it again.

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Oh @beefrobeefcal , I saw this and thought of you 😂🥵 look at it, look at it poke out 😍🤤

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Let Me

Let Me

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x gn!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Javi has had a hard week, so you take him for a picnic in the mountains to relax.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 1693

CW: Smut, oral (m receiving), established relationship, blindfold, food play, eating, belly kink, sugary sweet fluff, reader has very little physical description except their hair is long enough to grab

Author's Notes: My first fic! I’m VERY open to feedback and/or constructive criticism. I’ve been so inspired by other authors on here that I wanted to play too. I never realized how hard it is to write erotic scenes, lol! Huge shout-outs to @beefrobeefcal and @neverwheremoonchild—both of them are absolute sweethearts and great writers, and they make the Chubby!P-Boys Club a fantastic place to be. All the love to you two :)

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“Let me take care of everything, my darling.”

Javi raised his eyebrows at you, his eyes bright beneath them.

“You won’t have to think about a thing,” you told him. “Just bring your sweet self. I’ll take the reins for the day.”

It had been two years since you and Javi Gutierrez had started dating. You never expected to meet such a dashing, charming Spanish gentleman in your small California town. He never expected to find love while scouting a location for his latest film project. But, by the hand of fate, here you both were.

Javi was an amazing boyfriend—far and away the most considerate, loving man you’d ever been with. He was always thinking up special things to do together, but even the comfy nights you spent at home were special in your mind. The two of you would sprawl out on your couch, twining your legs together or tipping over to rest your heads in each other’s laps. You could chat for hours about anything and everything, or sit in comfortable silence.

Today, though, you wanted to treat your sweetheart to a relaxing little excursion. Javi had had a tough week, struggling with a new screenplay and some business dynamics. You’d seen him sighing heavily in the kitchen on Wednesday morning as he waited for the coffee to brew, and you desperately wanted to lift his spirits. You’d had a few days to think and prepare…now it was the weekend and you both had the entire day free to savor together.

The Jeep was packed, and it was time to hit the road. You started the playlist you’d compiled for this day trip, and Javi’s face lit up at once upon hearing the first notes of one of his favorite songs. You could almost see the stress of the week streaming off him, left in the rearview mirror as you hit the highway. The mountains were calling and you knew exactly where to go.

You effortlessly navigated the manual transmission as you worked your way into the rougher parts of the mountain roads. Despite knowing this area by heart, the scenery left you breathless every time. There was also some incredibly enticing scenery calling to you from the passenger seat as Javi’s soft round stomach pressed against his seatbelt, jostling gently each time you changed gears. By the time you drew close to your destination and took the Jeep off-road, you were absolutely aching to get your hands off the steering wheel and onto the gorgeous man next to you.

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Pulling off the barely-there access trail for a moment, you put the Jeep in park and turned to Javi with a little smirk. “Sorry, sweetheart, can’t have you seeing too much too soon! It’s classified…” you said, producing a silky blindfold. “What is this?” he asked, playing along. “Are you in the CIA? Is this a secret mission?” He looked at you and drummed his fingers together in excitement but allowed you to cover his eyes for the remainder of the drive.

Finally, you arrived at your destination—a small, secluded grove of young redwood trees framing a grassy area near a stream. The sun filtered in through the high branches, casting dappled light on small white blossoms dotting the grass and turning droplets from the stream to sparkling gems. Instructing Javi to stay in the car and to not peek, you hustled around to unload the supplies you’d brought. Several layers of large, fluffy blankets formed the base of your construction, topped with as many pillows as you’d been able to pack. Once you were satisfied with the arrangement, you guided Javi to the edge of the grove. You stood behind him, hugging him to your front and nuzzling your face into the side of his neck. He smelled amazing, as always, like cinnamon and sunshine and something earthy and intoxicating that you could never quite put your finger on. “Ready?” you inquired.

“Yes, yes, please! Let me see,” Javi begged. You untied the blindfold, let it fall, and were immediately greeted by his gasp of delight. “¡Esto es tan hermoso, mi amor! So beautiful. Just like you.” He was across the grass in seconds, tumbling into the pillows and blankets, arms outstretched for you. You couldn’t think of a more irresistible sight as you hurried into his warm embrace.

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The picnic you had packed was simple but delicious. A ripe cantaloupe melon, some prosciutto, a round of queso fresco, fresh bread, a bottle of sparkling juice. You and Javi delighted in pairing the different elements as you conversed and watched the waters of the stream roll by. Melon plus prosciutto? Perfectly sweet and salty. Bread topped with queso? Good, but needs the additional salt of the prosciutto. Cantaloupe in the sparkling juice? A fun, bubbly combination. You were having so much fun trying things that you didn’t notice how quickly the picnic was disappearing until Javi placed a hand to his belly. “Ay, querido, I’m getting so full,” he groaned. “Oh, is that so?” you said cheekily. “I guess it’s time for dessert then.”

Placing a juicy piece of melon between your lips, you waggled your eyebrows at Javi in a “come and get it” motion. Leaning in, he stole half the melon and a deep kiss simultaneously. You reached up to rake your fingers through his curls, thoughts of all else abandoned as you pulled him in. A different type of hunger grew in you as you caressed his sides and began unbuttoning his shirt. Javi laid back in the pillows as you exposed the tanned skin of his chest and tummy. “Oh amor, your lips feel like heaven,” he murmured. “You’re heaven to me,” you replied, kissing your way down his neck, along his collarbone, and toward his pecs. You ran your tongue around one hardened nipple, then the other, peppering his chest with kisses in between. Reaching behind you, you subtly grabbed another chunk of melon and brought it to that first nipple. Javi inhaled sharply at the touch of the cold fruit on his skin. “Uh oh, looks like you got some juice on you,” you teased, dragging the melon slice over both nipples and down the middle of his stomach, squeezing it intentionally to get as much juice on him as possible. “You really need some help cleaning that up, don’t you?”

You followed the trail of juice, licking long strokes across his chest and down his torso. Circling his belly button, you noticed that the sweet liquid had pooled in the indentation. You dipped your tongue deep into the well and Javi let out an eager moan. Naturally, you repeated the motion, alternately fucking your tongue into his belly button and giving little kitten licks around the outside. Proceeding down further, you licked the plump swell of his underbelly clean as he shivered with excitement.

“Pl-please, love, c-can I…” He didn’t even need to finish his question, as you were already freeing him from the confines of his pants and boxer briefs. Once he was rid of the offending garments, you took a minute to admire the beautiful man laid out in front of you, sticky, flushed, and panting. The patterns of soft light and shadow played over Javi’s skin, and you could hardly believe how lucky you were to be so thoroughly and reciprocally in love with him. “Now all I want to taste is you,” you told him as you lowered your mouth to his tip, savoring the drops of precum that had gathered there. His salty, masculine flavor blended with the sweetness of the melon juice and you could feel your arousal growing by the second.

Javi parted his thick thighs to allow you better access, which you accepted, your breath catching in your throat. You massaged his inner thighs before giving a few playful nips to the soft flesh over his adductors. Lying down on the blanket, you caressed his balls with your tongue before licking a broad stroke along his shaft. This drew a needy whine from Javi as he reached down to grab your hair. “There’s my good boy,” you purred. “Just relax, baby.” Your lips parted as you slid them down over his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. Slowly you worked his entire length deep into your throat. You could tell he was holding his hips steady, resisting the urge to buck so he wouldn’t overwhelm you. You drew off him, sucking all the way up and releasing him with a pop. “It’s okay, my love. Let me give you what you need,” you murmured.

Taking him in your mouth again, you grabbed his hips and pulled him all the way in until your nose rested in the soft curls at his base. You moved his body in tandem with your head, hollowing your cheeks as you pressed him into the back of your throat again and again. Javi clutched at the blankets beneath him, letting out the most gorgeous, debauched sounds. You could feel him tightening, his back arching, his release imminent. As Javi’s cries reached a peak, you felt the dam break and he began to spill into your mouth. You kept him there as he rode out his orgasm, milking every last drop, swallowing everything he could give you.

“Dios, mi amor, that was amazing,” Javi panted, coming down from his high. “You did so good, sweet boy,” you whispered in reply, coming up to kiss him.

“I want to return the favor, of course,” he said, as you noticed his eyes growing heavy, his voice a low mumble.

“Plenty of time for that later, baby.” You curled up against his back, one hand gently brushing his sun-dappled hair, the other resting comfortably on his full belly. “For now, just let me cuddle my Javi-bear.”

Pulling yourself closer against Javi, you synced your breaths with his. The trees around you provided the perfect canopy, keeping you and your love safe and warm. The sounds of the stream and forest surrounded the two of you and lulled you into a restorative sleep, dreaming of what the future would hold.

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I, too, wish to stick my tongue in his belly button and cuddle the Javi-bear 🥵

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Delicious steak and a giant chocolate gateau. My belly sounds inflated and hollow when I pat it 🤤 stuffed full of fluffy chocolate mousse 🥵

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The husband presented me with a bedtime snackrifice 🤤