Hi! I’m fatchubbylovelies (lovelies for short) (Updated 2026)
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I’m a 25 yr old cis demisexual lesbian.
I really like the feeling of being "full." Tight round bellies 🤤
currently that sensation is achieved for me with stuffings (limited only by funds but if u want to sponsor me, I send vids/pics on telegram in exchange for u paying for my food hehe)
i also occasionally do air inflations
Soft feedism is hot as shit.
I love round bellies and the idea of having one or giving someone belly rubs.
I also have an egg/oviposition/breeding/pregnancy kink that i also talk about on here
If u are male/male identifying u r welcome to observe my posts but if u make me uncomfy u will be blocked 💜
Trans women are women and if you think otherwise you are wrong and will be blocked :)
Something I’ve been thinking about lately is how much I crave the heaviness of pregnancy. Not only would you have filled me up so good that my belly arches forward in front of me, an enormous rounding curve of fully pregnant belly leading the way when I waddle, but it will feel so heavy.
I’ll arch my back, hand firmly placed on my lower spine, just to try and carry it but the weight of the huge belly you’ve given me will just sink farther and farther down into my hips; the oblong shape of the belly will keep pulling me forward and down. I won’t be able to waddle anywhere without letting out desperate little grunts, each step forward a monumental effort to manage the huge load you’ve given me to haul around.
My hands will restlessly shift from the top of the rounded curve to my back, as I shift my weight from side to side, and then desperately try to hold up some of the weight from the bottom of my belly. But nothing I do provides relief for long, especially as my belly hangs low on my hips the farther along I get in this pregnancy, overdue by days….so I continue to restlessly moan as I try to move anywhere.
If you saw me like this when you came home…panting as I slowly waddled towards the kitchen, heavy belly torpedoed and arched in front of me…breasts resting full and milky on the long shelf of my belly…my gait impossibly wide and hands roaming all over my body, desperately seeking relief….what would your reaction be?
I'm wearing the same shorts that I wore to the barbeque at the beginning of the summer, but now they feel so much tighter. Sitting in the car they cut into me and the edges of the legs are tight on my thighs. I can't believe they had felt a little big on me just a couple months before.
The county fair is in town for a couple weeks and Gia and I finally found a time that works for the both of us to go. The day is hot and dusty, but we make it work. We spend about an hour or two on rides and then as we walk past a few stands the smell of fried dough catches my attention. My mouth starts to water.
"Hungry?" Gia asks. I can't help but notice the mischievous glint in her eye. She has been nothing but supporting of my recent eating habits. Now her hand slides around my waist, feeling the pudge that has collected on my hips.
"Only a little hungry..." I say, "Mind if we get a snack?"
"That was fast," she says, "We had breakfast right before we left."
"You know me," I tease, "I've got a big appetite."
She laughs a little and we head over, only having to wait in line a little while before we get to the front. Immediately I realize I made a mistake. Gia orders a funnel cake with cinnamon and butter, two hot dogs, a large lemonade, two cheeseburgers, and a bag of kettle corn.
"Gia!" I grab her hand, staring at her.
"What?" She says, "You said you were hungry."
We get our food and then we head over to a bench a little way from the beaten path, around a couple food stands and under a tree. As private as you can get on a weekend at the fair grounds.
I get down both hot dogs easily, starting to feel a little full by the end, but nothing uncomfortable. Gia munches on the kettle corn and we talk about our day, chatting about work and the projects we both have going on. She jokes that one of the projects is my figure and we laugh together.
She twists off the bag of kettle corn when it's halfway done, "You know what would be good for dessert?"
I look at her a little surprised since I'm a couple bites into eating a giant funnel cake. She smiles and tells me she'll be right back.
While she's gone I quickly eat the rest of the funnel cake. My already tight shorts are getting even tighter and I can tell that I'm swelling up and bloating. There's still the cheeseburgers and the lemonade, though, and I don't want those to go to waste. I eat the cheeseburgers a little slower, but it doesn't matter, I already feel like a lead balloon.
I finish off the lemonade and take a second to catch my breath. My belly is sticking out the farthest it ever has, my tank top riding up to show my shorts' button is straining against my how round and tight I am. I didn't mean to eat that much...
Gia appears again, holding a couple ice cream cups. Her mouth falls open at the sight of me and I can feel a blush color my cheeks. I try to sit up and I'm so bloated that my legs spread farther apart, the button of my shorts digging into me even more. It almost makes me feel sick, all the food in my gut churning and it tries to find room.
She sits down next to me and hands me one of the cups of ice cream. I swallow heavily and take it from her, the cold making my fingers tingle. My belly complains loudly. It's already so full, but... ice cream.
Gia leans in and kisses my cheek, "You're so fucking hot right now..."
"Ha, like this?"
"Oh, yeah," her voice is thick and sultry, "You just couldn't help yourself and now look at you. Your clothes can barely contain how huge your stomach is... I bet it would rest so pretty on your lap..." She slides an arm around my shoulders and I feel a shiver of pleasure run down my spine despite how uncomfortable my body feels.
"I shouldn't have eaten so much," I groan, resting my head back on her shoulder, "I feel like I'm going to be sick." My hand twitches to my stomach and I pull down my tank top. It barely brushes the waist of my shorts. I rest a hand on my swollen middle and it feels rock hard, rising and falling as I keep breathing deeply.
"Ohhh, baby... you just couldn't stop yourself?" She sets down her ice cream and puts her hand on my thigh, her fingers cold as she pinches the soft flesh between her fingers.
I stifle a moan and look down at my own ice cream. It looks so good... and it is hot out... ice cream would cool me down. My stomach gurgles in protest, but I start eating.
By the time I get to the bottom of the cup the ice cream has melted, so I tilt it back and start to drink. Every part of me feels heavy. So stuffed and bloated that I don't know if I'll be able to get off this bench when it's time to leave. Gia will have to roll me out.
I drop my arms to my sides, feeling massive. The food in my stomach bubbling and churning. I sigh, letting out my breath all the way. The button on my shorts snaps, flying off and landing in the dust. It skitters to a halt at the edge of one of the food stands.
My belly rounds out and there is an immediately wash of relief. I let out a moan, my tank top rolls up and the zipper on my short slips open. I can feel a couple people glance my way, but my only thought is Gia, her hand still on my thigh. Even with how tight and full I am, my belly wobbles as I breathe.
I should feel embarrassed. Most of me feels like I should be embarrassed, but... I am so full and so turned on and Gia's moves to rest on my bulging stomach and I-
I roll my head and bury it in her neck, moaning softly.
"Holy fuck..." Gia whispers to me, "I need to get you somewhere private."
I kiss her jaw, reaching up and stroking her face, "I'm going to need help getting up."
memememe pump a baby into me pls !! id look so cute w a round n swollen tummy ! wanna carry yr kids,, gosh please let me 😵💫😵💫 id be so sensitive once i got pregnant too, the perfect little toy for u to mess with ! :3
youre so eager puppy, just relax okay. i wanna kiss alll over your stomach while stroking your cock. Showing you where youre gonna grow our babies, grow all big just for me. Fucking you in missionary to hold my hand over your womb, tell you how full youre gonna be soon. Pumping loads directly against your cervix as you whine and i moan and grip you hard on your hips, repeating that im knocking you up im getting you pregnant as my balls tighten against your ass. Filling you everyday as your belly grows bigger n bigger. You growing bigger with our baby. Youre so needy and helpless, barely able to do much but i fill you up with loads whenever i want, youre always wet n ready for cock. Only being able to do missionary or spooning fucks because youre so big. Such a good boy spreading his legs just for me
wanna hold my fattening n heavy belly for u while u fuck my cunt :( godd id be so sensitive once u got me pregnant sir ...
n make it so i can't cum unless im being filled like a good boy :( feelin yr balls slap against me and twitch as u pump load after load right up against my womb
wan be pregnant already n u keep fuckin' me to try n give me twins hhhh everyday wan be filled w sirs thick fertile cum plsplpls
such a good boy. I wanna fuck you spooning on the bed so i can rub one hand all over your belly and kiss your neck and shoulders as i thrust into you slowly. Asking you over and over if you wanna be my good boy and get filled again, praising you as you whine and grip the bedsheets. Wanna move your hand over your belly and hold it there with our fingers interlocked, mine on top of yours. Your palm pressed against your taut belly, knowing i filled you with my cum to get you like this, knowing you spread your legs and let me cum inside unprotected. I cum deep inside you with my forehead pressed against your shoulder, cock twitching deep inside you balls deep.
I tell you that if you want more you're gonna have to move yourself, that i'm tired but i want my good boy to enjoy my cock a little longer. You know that if you dont cum now you wont til later. If you try to jerk off i'll handcuff you, and you cant reach your cock over your filled belly. You just want to cum, you want my cock to fill you with more fertile loads. You start needily grinding against me, whimpering, trying to push me in and out a bit as i kiss your back. You keep whining that you need me to fill you again. You get close, sheets shuffling beneath us as you moan and press your ass onto my hips. You repeat give me twins get me pregnant over and over please please please. Your boycunt starts to spasm around my cock and i'm pushed over the edge as well. Your hole clenching around me as yes yes yes give me twins pours out of your mouth, cumming around me. My cum drips out of you, as my cock fills you again with another fertile load. Such a good boy for me
Stuffing myself with food until I look pregnant then getting into a nice hot bath with my vibrator and getting off on how good it feels to be stuffed and how hot I look with my big bloated tummy 🥰
Feedees are allowed to protect their identity for any reason. And they don’t own you that reason.
Trying to pressure someone into showing you their face is gross and weird. “But I paid money for your content” yeah and my content has always and will always be faceless.
You know how theres long distance toys where a partner can be on the other side of the world but still control it? like those lovense vibes? (inspired by @bredpun's egg toy posts)
I wish there was a toy that was that for eggs and/or cum 😩. Logistically yeah I know this would be a nightmare and the person using the toy would have to load the eggs into the ovipositor and would be limited by the number you owned but just imagine if it was possible
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You’re sitting at your desk, working from home, trying to focus on a spreadsheet while your mind is miles away, tethered to your partner’s office across the city. They know you’ve been useless all morning—they know you can’t even think straight when you're empty, that your brain only starts to click into gear once you're properly filled up. The toy is a familiar weight deep inside you. Suddenly, the first pulse hits, a deep thrum that makes your breath catch as you squirm in your chair.
Thump.
The first egg materializes, a slick, heavy displacement. It’s a sudden, needy pressure that makes you moan, your hips bucking against the seat. You can almost see them leaning back in their office chair, eyes dark as they hover their thumb over the "Generate" button, finally giving you the “fullness” you've been aching for.
Thump. Thump.
Two more forced in, and you’re already squirming from the pressure. You’ve been craving this all morning—this heavy, rounded fullness. You reach down, your hand trembling as you cup your lower belly. It’s already starting to firm up, a slight, hard curve pushing against your palm.
Thump-thump-thump.
Your partner slides the delivery to "Rapid." You gasp, your head falling back as the infinite supply floods you. The toy whirs, a high-pitched purr vibrating against your cervix, summoning eggs faster than you can adjust. You’re stretching. You’re growing. Every new arrival is a blunt, pleasurable intrusion, making your internal walls expand until you’re moaning from the sheer volume.
The fabric of your leggings goes sheer as your stomach distends into a heavy, taut lumpy dome. You watch in a daze as your midsection swells, your navel shallowing out until it’s just a memory. You’re huge, your stomach shelfing over your lap, packed so full that the eggs bump against each other internally—a sensation that sends jolts through your spine.
"More," you whisper, your voice thick. "Please, just fill me up. Make me bigger."
As if they heard you, the toy’s vibration kicks. It’s the "Settle and Pack" protocol, vibrating the massive weight to push the eggs together, clearing just enough room for the next wave. Your stomach jumps and ripples, a visible proof of their remote control. You are in ecstasy
The spreadsheet is a blurred memory. You are visibly distended, a heavy, hard dome pressing against your shirt, packed so tight you can only take shallow breaths. You’re addicted to this overwhelming fullness.
Suddenly, your phone flashes. It’s a video call. You fumble to answer, fingers clumsy. Your partner’s face fills the screen, a playful smirk on their lips as they look down at where your shirt is straining against the crowded clutch. They know exactly how much better you feel now that you’re properly occupied. On the screen, you see their thumb hover, then slide the toggle from Generate to Infuse.
You gasp as the toy shifts to a high-pitched whir. A new sensation hits—a hot, heavy rush. It’s a thick, pressurized flood of fluid, filling every tiny space between the eggs. It feels like pouring concrete into a jar of marbles. The pressure doubles instantly. Your stomach doesn't just grow; it tightens until it feels like a drum skin, your belly letting out an angry, muffled gurgle from the sheer mass.
On the video call, your partner watches your expression fracture.
“Touch yourself for me,” they command, their voice rough. “Show me how big I made you.”
You cave, moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure as you rub your huge, vibrating gut for the camera.
Remote control air bulb pump. One person has what looks like an innocent stress toy.
(It's actually the wireless bulb for the pump stuffed inside you
Imagine you work together in a corporate setting.
All during the meeting when they squeeze the stress ball you have to fight the urge to moan as air is pumped into you. After the meeting you have to wait for everyone else to leave because of how huge they have made you. Your belly has swollen until it almost touches the underside of the table. They smirk and give it one more squeeze as they see you struggle
thanks for bringing this back to my attention omg!! dug thru my blog and found the thing that made me post abt this in the first place LOL
I WAS WRONG the order is carbs -> protein -> fiber (veggies & whole grains) -> liquid
HERE is the insane, magnificent, unintentionally-kinky article. It’s literally a guide on how to maximize stomach capacity (for Thanksgiving, but like…see my original post LMAO). The claims are even backed by science 😭 happy stuffing, yal!!
I want to shove a Bluetooth controlled toy in me and then go to an all you can eat buffet, my feeder edges me while I stuff my greedy face with all kinds of unhealthy and fattening food until I can only moan because of two things, fullness and pleasure
