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bellypovs2

REBLOG if you need to be teased, praised, reminded of how fat you're getting 💕🐽

You deserve it!

thegravidplace

Checking to see how my newest cow is coming along. I love checking my handiwork.

femmefeedist

Several feeders find out how easy you are to feed. They start feeding you day after day, desperate to make you huge for them. When they realize that you're being fed by other feeders as well, their competitive streaks come out. They *need* to be your best feeder. They *must* be the biggest reason for your weight gain. When they find out how many calories the first feeder stuffed into your gut, they have to double it. They need that muffin top to be *their* fault. But it's the same case with the next feeder. Over and over until you're swallowing thousands of extra calories from each feeder desperate to see you get fatter for them. Meanwhile you can't say no to them giving you snack after dessert after meal after drink over and over while they fight over who can give you more food and more calories and more excess body fat. You've just become a feedee to be claimed and overfed. Until you're just completely weighed down, too stuffed to move. Enabled by these feeders fighting over claiming your overfed gut. But to you, it's all *their* faults. And they'll keep fighting to be the most at fault while your waistline suffers the consequences.

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fatsatanist

I crave someone who treats fattening me up like a science experiment, measuring and weighing me constantly. Taking notes of what makes me swell the fastest and trying to stretch out my belly with methodical bloats. Being relentless and consistent and methodical, never letting their new test subject rest or adjust to the onslaught of tests.

Maybe they'd keep me stuffed to near capacity for days (or even weeks) with heavy, fatty foods so they can watch me struggle around a massive bloated and gassy gut that's so full it's hard to breathe like I'm some animal to be studied, all while they watch my belly and hips and thighs keep swelling with fat. They'd laugh at how the high fat diet gives me gut cramps and rub my sore and overstuffed belly, even though it's their fault to begin with.

Just some mad doctor fattening me up until I'm almost too big to move on my own and then taking notes on how I struggle to do basic tasks. They make notes of how people react to me and how offensively fat I am, how I react to taking up so much space in public. They'd experiment with putting me in my old too small clothing, noting how easily flustered I get as they eventually shred trying to contain my new mass. Theyd rub lotion into my swelling gut and eagerly map my stretch marks, thrilled as they slowly shift from their aged silver back to an angry red. They'd time just how quickly they can force my body up a pant size or three. They'd record videos and take pictures of me and post them publicly, documenting my progress for the world to see as I'm ruthlessly fattened up and turned into their pet just to sate their curiosity.

I'd be such a good and eager little guinea pig for someone like that.

thabigmiller

Imagine a blunt rotation with unsuspecting feeders who peep your fatass and insist u puff just a little more each time u pass, leading to you getting so high that u can do nothing while you’re force fed and getting your fat body relentlessly groped…

Does that turn u on…

you fucking pig

femmefeedist

Several feeders find out how easy you are to feed. They start feeding you day after day, desperate to make you huge for them. When they realize that you're being fed by other feeders as well, their competitive streaks come out. They *need* to be your best feeder. They *must* be the biggest reason for your weight gain. When they find out how many calories the first feeder stuffed into your gut, they have to double it. They need that muffin top to be *their* fault. But it's the same case with the next feeder. Over and over until you're swallowing thousands of extra calories from each feeder desperate to see you get fatter for them. Meanwhile you can't say no to them giving you snack after dessert after meal after drink over and over while they fight over who can give you more food and more calories and more excess body fat. You've just become a feedee to be claimed and overfed. Until you're just completely weighed down, too stuffed to move. Enabled by these feeders fighting over claiming your overfed gut. But to you, it's all *their* faults. And they'll keep fighting to be the most at fault while your waistline suffers the consequences.

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lardchitect

The Pilloried Pig

The pillory closes around your head and hands and you immediately feel the fear and thrill of being locked in. "Ah, this looks great on you, piggy." You feel my hand grip a handful of fat hanging from your exposed flank. You try to turn your head to watch what's happening behind you but the holes in the wooden clamp don't allow for much movement, so your only choice is to accept being groped like a piece of meat and as you anxiously wonder what will happen next. I pinch and play with the fat of your exposed rear.

"I'm going to enjoy this," I say as I caress the sagging fat rolls spilling over your back and hanging off your sides. Your body jiggles a lot as I manhandle it and I can tell you're nervous and horny. So good. I walk around to face you, enjoying seeing the nervousness and naked arousal written across your face. It's an exciting situation. Your body is exposed and restrained, totally at my disposal. I'm practically salivating. "I hope you're hungry, pig. I have quite a feast prepared for you." You nod in agreement, grunting lightly-- like a pig. Of course you are, you always are.

I can see that being locked up like an animal is exciting you and you're already starting to pant lightly, your soft, plump body beginning to heat up and quiver in anticipation of the forcefeeding that's soon to begin. Your mouth waters. Your soft flesh quivers with anticipation and desire. You know what's coming next, and you need it desperately.

We don't wait long for you to begin your meal. I bring slices of pie and shove each into your mouth. The apple-cinnamon taste washes slides fills your mouth and soon you feel the weight and pressure of the sticky, sugary treat as it fills you and settles heavily in your belly, adding to the burden of its hanging mass. Its soft flesh stretches as I stuff more and more into you, every bite making you increasingly horny. Next is cheesecake. Bite after bite. Slice after slice. Your pussy more and more excited with every morsel I shove into you. You moan and gasp, as your fat tummy has stretches painfully and wonderfully with more and more and more and MORE fattening dessert is forced into your stomach.

I continue with no regard for how your body feels about the strain, and it's driving you wild. I can hear the little grunts you make every time I force more and more of it down your throat. Your stomach feels so swollen, the skin so tight, but I still force an entire tub of cake frosting in. It's so much, and it's so good. Finally I stop for a moment and a pathetic whimper escapes your lips as the massive amount of food settles heavily in your overburdened belly. The pain in your distended belly is incredible but that does little to slow the ache between your thighs.

I grab your growing lovehandles and jiggle them for a moment, enjoying how the movement of your soft flesh travels from your exposed rear to your flanks. The sound of slapping meat is absurdly erotic as I fondle the rolls and flab on your helpless, bound form, your face turning red and your moaning turning breathless and desperate. Your belly looks so deliciously bloated… My hand comes to a rest, caressing it as my gaze slides along your body.

Your eyes are glazed, unfocused, and your mind unable to focus on anything beyond the desire burning between your legs and the wonderful pain of your aching, engorged belly. I watch, amused at the little squirming motions of your bulk and your labored breaths. After a few moments of allowing you to suffer through the intense sensations washing over your fat, overindulgent form, you groan in anticipation of more to come and begin to hump the air. I slap your fat ass. "Slut! Have some patience!" I scold mockingly as I grab a handful of belly or thigh or back. The pathetic, muffled squeal sends shivers down my spine and hardens my cock. I walk back out of your sight, and when I return I am carrying a large bag full of some heavy liquid with a tube attached, which I stick into your mouth. I watch in satisfaction as you begin slurping on the weight gain fluid, powering through your painfully overstuffed belly. Your cheeks are bright red. The bag empties itself slowly, while you just continue to drink. Your breathing has become so labored. Every exhale sounds like an agonized moan of pleasure. Really, it's driving me wild too. But it's no fun if I show it.

As you are preoccupied with slurping down the thick concoction, I walk out of your field of view and then you feel my hands grip the thick love handles on your flanks. You squirm, your rolls and handles jiggling, as I begin fucking your restrained body. With every thrust I rock you against the stockade and make you slurp down more and more of that thick weight gain formula. I grab the pillory's top board to use it for leverage. Your fat body shakes as I fuck you from behind as you desperately suck down more fluid into your belly. The feeling is exquisite, your overfull gut jiggling, your body clenching and gripping. The pain of being overfull only heightens the experience.

It doesn't take long for you to cum with all the sensation I have been forcing upon you, your moaning muffled by the hose forced between your lips, but your body betrays you as you shake and quake beneath me. Even after, you continue sucking on the hose. Greedy. I love it. Really though, I'm not far behind you in orgasm, especially after you finished. The sensation is heavenly as I fill you, your fat, restrained body shaking. I let you stand there slurping on the gainer shake as I leave to prepare the second course.

boytumms

guy who works at a restaurant or something as a garbage disposal and grease trap - maybe normal garbage too idk his co workers don’t really follow procedure - and they wonder why the position has such a high turnover rate

Ooo what if it was like a punishment for the staff if they mess up, like if a waiter drops to many dishes or takes too many wrong orders, they get “garbage duty”. One poor waiter makes too many mistakes during the dinner rush and the boss punishes him by locking him up and stuffing the funnel down his throat. He beg and pleads to be let go, but his only other option is to quit, and he really needs the job.

For the rest of the night, all the leftovers, food scraps, and trash is poured down the funnel, filling the poor waiters stomach until it’s round and swollen, slick and shiny from the layer of sweat covering his pink stretched skin. He moans and cries around the tube, writhing in pain on the floor as he feels his tummy slosh and churn while the kitchen staff ignores him. It creaks and gurgles as he’s stuffed tighter and tighter, the cramps in his guts getting worse and worse as the night goes on.

By the time the restaurant closes, his belly has burst out of his button up shirt, huge and bulging from his thin frame. After all the staff has left for the night, the owner finally releases him, giving his heaving belly a painful squeeze and eliciting a sharp cry from the waiter before he’s kicked out of the restaurant as well. Finally with his hands free, he desperately tries to sooth the pain in his tortured tummy, but his frantic rubbing does nothing to ease the intense pressure.

It’s so late that he’s missed the last bus, and now has to stumble home, moaning and crying as he clutches his engorged stomach. There’s no way his guts will be able to work through the mess he’s been stuffed with, but he can’t call out of work without endangering his job. Working his next shift with a horrible stomach ache and a painfully bloated belly won’t be easy, just one more mistake and he’ll be getting another night of garbage duty…

fatteninghansel

Employ me, I’m not very good at my job

fatteninghansel

make me burst… like pronto….like please 🥺

clintstones

Great example of moaning that makes me rock hard

weightgainworld

Garbage maid

(Felt like writing something when I remembered the eating maid story)

Free Hentai Non-H Gallery: (COMITIA122) [Kumanikotec (Kozakura Kumaneko)] Tabe-Maid | Eating Maid [English] - Tags: english, translated, kum

Well piggy, that's the last straw. I have told you time and time again that I want you fatter, but you only gained 5 pounds this month. I spend all day shoveling food by the handful into that greedy little mouth of yours, but you somehow managed to still burn off enough calories to not blimp up. There is only 1 thing left I can do. Time to send you to the garbage maid program. I am sure this is your first time hearing about it. It's a program that only fatties like you go when regular stuffing sessions aren't enough. Your job will be to go door to door and consume all the leftovers in people's homes. I bet that sounds easy since you love eating, but you would be wrong. It's an intense 8 hour job that will push your gut past any conceivable human limit. I called it a job, but you won't be treated like a normal worker. You will be treated like a garbage bin. You will eat anything and everything that needs to be thrown away. It doesn't matter if its a whole container of butter, or a pound of turkey from Thanksgiving. The only thing you need to worry about it fitting it in that gut. Oh, and if you can't eat it all, then you will be on funnel duty. All liquids will be poured down your drain of a gullet to make sure you are attracted out for work thr next day. By the way, you will be working 8 hour shifts till your belly is stretched out enough. Then you will be promoted to dumpster maid and be given 12 hour shifts. Don't worry though, you still get a lunch break. They wouldn't want you to stave on the job. You will be working 5 days a week by the way. The weekends will be for me to see how much you have grown. If I think you are slacking off at work, I won't hesitate to make a call myself and have you clean out our entire fridge. Also, I will be taking you there everyday. You will much too round to drive home without bursting, and I want to make sure you don't miss a second of your work growing for me. Maybe after a year or two, I will let you quite. You should be far bigger by then. Your troublesome metabolism won't matter when you are 4,000 calories minimum past your recommended amount. Here is one tip future garbage can, start stretching that gut out now. It will make your first day just a little bit easier. Now, get some sleep fatty. Your first day starts tomorrow after I send them your papers.

auroralovexx

”we’ve got to stop meeting like this~”

I say with a devilish grin as I remove the funnel tube from your mouth hearing you gasp for air

heavywithourbabies

The difference between breeding and pregnancy

“Fill me” She had texted him with the photo. She had been so pleased with herself. The angle was perfect. The finger biting was sexy but cute. Her pert tits on display with just enough of her pussy on display to entice him. She had wondered if she should have shaved before hand and decided to dismiss it. A little bit of hair was, in her mind “kind of classy”. She would send these photos to him with similar messages to drive him wild. “Breed me?” , “ Cum and claim me” , and when she sent a particularly lewd photo of herself spread wide she added “Breed me daddy.” At 24 she was having the time of her life dating a man ten years older than her. Old enough to have a few gray hairs popping up but still in good shape and able to make her legs shake in bed. She had never told any of her previous boyfriends her breeding kink but when he divulged his pregnancy fetish she thought it was a perfect match. She could finally indulge the itch that she had never been able to fully scratch before. It was everything she wanted, passing out with his seed dripping out of her, a safe way to finally play…..until she started feeling sick at random times and for no obvious reason.

Her breasts began to feel sore and she couldn’t help but notice her pants felt just a little bit tighter. After the second missed period she went to the doctor who confirmed what she had been silently dreading. Somehow her birth control had failed. Congratulations. There’s a little bun in the oven. She cried in the doctors office while her boyfriend gently comforted her. He would take care of her. He would be there every step of the way. She couldn’t help but notice how many teeth he was showing when he smiled and said “You’ll look beautiful carrying my baby.”

She soon found out it was babies. Not baby. And that there was a big difference between having a breeding kink and a pregnancy fetish

“Fill me” She had texted. 8 and a half months later she regretted those words.

She could barely breathe with the weight of her achingly full womb and tits pressing down on her as she was on her back with him fucking her for the third time that day. She was exhausted and every inch of her new ample body ached. Her once pert breasts could now could only be described as bloated, uncomfortably full from the pregnancy and breast milk. So tender she couldn’t help but wince a little as the full flesh clapped against her globe of a belly with his thrusts. It might have just be in her head but she could almost swear she could hear milk slosh around inside of her chest when she moved. Both of the babies were wide awake from all the rocking and her gravid belly was quivering with their movements. She was so tired and swore there was no way she could possibly cum while feeling this huge and uncomfortable but over and over her own body betrayed her as she felt the waves of pleasure run through her and begin to peak again. She almost wanted to beg for him to stop. It felt good but her poor sex was so swollen and tight it was now almost painful when she came. “Please - “ She tried to say as the dam broke and she felt herself contract around his iron hard cock and gush all over him. That was new and unwelcome as well. Almost every night she would fall asleep a sopping mess, too tired to lift her now fat ass up to try and clean up the mess. Just as she started to come down just enough she heard him groan and his cock twitch inside of tender walls. “Oh noooo” She began to moan as she felt him spurt one thick hot rope after another and her body reacted in kind, flooding the two of them all over again.

He lay there with his arms wrapped around her monstrous belly, trying to soothe his babies as she tried to catch her breath. Why did she ever play with fire like this?

“God, I love you like this” he whispered in her ear and she couldn’t help but get goosebumps. “After the girls are born and we can…. I’m going to fill you again.“

chugging and choking

over 2kg of bananas and milk churning away in my twink gut

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