slowly getting bigger

26, he/him trans & acespec 🌺 18+ low-key feeder and feedee, gently gaining atm 🌺 other kinks may be present 🌺 also this is a side blog

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I use @softhips-and-cheesedips more but I post all my personal progress here

Also going to see if I fancy doing some writing here too so. Basically this is where my own content lives

This is an 18+ zone of mostly feedist stuff, please enjoy!

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2026 is going to be the year of eating good

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Testosterone has been working wonders for belly shape

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Yay for morning testosterone gel belly play 🥰

Boo for having to clock in and start working 😤

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I'm just gonna keep posting these because I've never been so regularly inspired to post belly videos

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Another t-gel belly play video on this lazy Sunday morning :)

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I've started applying my T gel to my belly instead of my shoulders and idk how I'm gonna just get up and leave the house after daily morning belly play

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Me and my little tummy :)

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Me when I'm sat down, cute belly settling over my boxers, asking you for more snacks please because I'm sooooo hungry🥺

Me when I'm climbing over you, about to sit on your face and demand you suck me off🥰 (it jiggles like crazy but I simply could not be fucked to film it)

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I just... Keep forgetting that I look fat. All day every day. Here I am thinking my weight gain is kinda subtle but my belly is right there. All the nicknames my girlfriend has for me include the word "big". Because I'm fat.

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God I ate so much today - that's okay though, I have one of those metabolisms where I can eat what I like and not gain weight🥰

Unrelated: my girlfriend seems to spend more time playing with my belly than my tits these days🤔

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I'm not chubby, right? Just a little soft?

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I just feel like I deserve to be the pet of two super busy flatmates, with completely different work schedules so that they rarely bump into each other, and if they do, they're always too tired to talk

Both of them think it's their job to feed me, and the other's job to take me out for a walk. Neither of them can understand why I'm getting so fat🥰

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Pleeeaassee I just wanna be my girlfriend's overfed pet 🥺 I want her to stand there and defend herself against accusations that I'm too fat and she must be feeding me too many treats or not taking me for enough walks, while I sit at her feet and snack, oblivious to the arguments

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Feedist Kinktober, Day 22 - Exposed

Content: voyeurism/exhibitionism, tight clothes

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Oh my god, here he is again. I need to change my desk setup, I can't keep doing this. I'm trying to work, dammit. How does my subconscious always know to look, to see the way his pyjama top rides up as he reaches for the curtain? Fuck, he's looking big. Okay, he's walking away from the window now, I can focus. No I can't, I know he'll come back. Why does he always get dressed by the window?

There we go, he's come back holding a pile of clothes. I can't tear my eyes away as he peals his sleep shirt off, revealing everything. I watch, rapt, as he scratches his belly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. The way he reaches around with the rollom deodorant in his hands squishes his moobs together. I want to bite them.

He lifts his belly up with one hand to apply the roll-on underneath and I think I might die. God, he's gorgeous.

Then, the real show starts. He's pulled his new t-shirt over his head, but it's obvious from the way it catches at his chest that it's not going to fit right. He keeps tugging it down, fiddling with the hem, until it reaches his hips. He tugs more. He tugs again. His love handles are bursting out from under the fabric, which is clearly at its limit. He bends down to pick up his jeans, and the t-shirt rolls back up even further.

He hasn't worn jeans in days, he must be leaving the house today. I bite my lip in anticipation as he holds it up to his waist for a moment. There's no way those are closing around him, but he looks satisfied, and begins the process of pulling them over his legs.

I take one last longing look at his wobbling thighs before he imprisons them in denim, squeezing them into submission. Then comes the real struggle. His hips and belly shake along to every hearty tug, inch by inch bringing the waistband higher. His cheeks begin to redden, and I can see him losing his breath. What I would give to be over there, helping him. Finally, the waistband reaches his hips, nestled below his belly. He takes a few moments to catch his breath, before reaching under his belly for the fasten, and pulling. I stare openly, keen to see the moment he realises he won't get those jeans fastened. His chin sinks into his neck as he tries to see what his hands are doing under his belly.

He lets go. His belly wobbles back over the waistband. And then he turns to look out of the window. His eyes meet mine. My heart stops. And he winks.

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Feedist Kinktober, Day 14 - Pumpkin Spice

Pumpkin spice season started early, at Harri's work. September hadn't even started when a huge order of syrup arrived, and they were adding it to the chalkboard drinks menu. Some of his colleagues complained, but it didn't really bother Harri. Especially when he realised it was the particular favourite of a particular regular for his weekday mornings.

Peter was in at 8am as usual, and as soon as his eyes landed on the sign, his eyes lit up. 

"Ooh, I didn't realise it was pumpkin spice season already," he said, tongue poking out to wet his lips. 

"Apparently so," Harri offered, while making a couple of takeout cappuccinos for the customers in front of Peter.

His eyes flicked over the coffee machine just in time to see Peter's hands nervously touch the sides of his belly. It had just recently started to sag over his waistband, gravity finally pulling it down instead of out. His white shirt was looking a little strained at the seams.

Sarah was ringing up the first two customers while Peter deliberated, and Harri grabbed a takeout cup in anticipation.

"It wouldn't do any good for my diet..." Peter's thumb rubbed a little circle where his gut touched his belt.

Harri hated that word. It had no right being said in a bakery.

"I'm sure just one would be fine," Harri offered, hand switching towards the syrup instinctively.

"Oh man, you're good at your job," Peter sighed in relief. "Go on then."

The syrup was ready to go, pumped into Peter's cup in a blink of an eye.

"Cream?"

"Oh yes, can't have a pumpkin spice latte without the cream," cherubic cheeks dimpled with a smile.

Fuck, Harri was down bad. Sarah rung Peter up, and grabbed the oatmeal cookie he'd requested to go with his drink. Harri was already on someone else's drink.

"Have a great day, Peter."

Peter only smiled and gave a cute little wave, having already taken a big bite of his cookie. Harri tried to focus on the breakfast tea in front of him rather than the tight fit of Peter's slacks around his ass as he made his way to work. 

Peter did not go back to his usual latte the next day, or the day after. A month into pumpkin spice season, the weather had cooled somewhat, and Peter stepped into the shop with a sweater vest over his white shirt. It was good timing, too, because it hid the increasingly gaping buttons that had Harri feeling faint each morning.

The usual good mornings and orders went ahead, but Harri couldn't stop stealing glances towards the till as he prepared another large pumpkin spice lattes. The vest covered the gaping buttons, but since when had Peter started looking quite so round?

"-and two oatmeal cookies, thank you Sarah," he was saying, finishing up the most recent edition of his usual. "Ooh, what're those?" Peter's chubby finger pressed up against the glass of the pastry cabinet eagerly.

"Oh, those are our new cinnamon spiced blondies," Sarah responded. "I've heard they're really good with the pumpkin spiced latte."

"Ooh..." Peter sighed, looking longingly at them. He bit his lip, and Harri had to look away. "Oh they look so good... Oh, but the oatmeal cookies are more breakfasty, and better for mornings..."

"It's a hard choice," Sarah agreed, though Harri could see she was glancing over at the small queue formed behind Peter.

"You could eat both," Harri offered, and instantly felt his face flush red. "I mean. You could buy a couple of blondies for later?"

A couple?? What was he saying? 

"Trust you to fix my problem," Peter beamed at Harri, doing nothing to calm his blush. "I'll do just that. Oh I just can't wait to try them!"

Harri busied himself with the coffee machine, hiding his face as best as he can as Peter finished up paying, but he made sure to give him a wave on his way out. And if his gaze lingered on those love handles as Peter left the shop, then whose business was that? Certainly not Sarah's, despite her knowing smile and raised eyebrow.

Into November, on a particularly busy afternoon, they finally ran out of pumpkin spice syrup. Boss hadn't bought any more in, so Harri guessed they'd be focusing on the more Christmasy specials for the rest of the winter. The following morning, Harri had an apologetic look ready to go for Peter.

Peter's cheeks were flushed from the cold as he stepped in, and he gave Harri a warm smile. Harri's eyes had caught on Peter's waist as they so often did. His sweater vest was struggling - it strained around Peter's belly, and made no attempt to cover the rich strip of white shirt that was sagging lower than ever over his trousers. His shirt was showing at the love handles too, squeezed tight into the waistband. Every day he looked more and more angelic to Harri.

Before Harri could say anything, Peter's eyes found the board, and his shoulders slumped. Harri couldn't bear to see it - surely there was something else Peter could look forward to every morning.

"Hey. I bet the hazelnut cream hot chocolate would taste amazing with a couple of croissants and a chocolate muffin."

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Feedist Kinktober, Day 6 - Ocean's Delight

Content: stuffing, mermaid, threat

Bathed in sunlight, nestled between land unsuitable for legs, a secluded lagoon sits peacefully. Calm waves lap at the shore, and the cries of various birds chorus through the air, circling and judging their chances. A cluster of small birds crowd around an empty crab shell, picking at the remains. No schools of fish swam around the corals, but a constant stream of sea life did make its path into the lagoon.

Tucked between coral beds, a particularly dense weave of seaweed gave away the presence of some handiwork. She lays at the end of the woven trail, cushioned by the bed of seaweed constructed for her comfort.

A medium-sized fish swims towards her. Through its eyes she looks gargantuan, rolls of blubber spreading over her tail, fatty flesh holding slightly from being completely dragged down by her weight. The fish approaches, dragging along with him a shell filled with squirming, sweet, smaller fishes. It wouldn't take her long to devour these. It would have to swim away as fast as it could -there was no such thing as satiation, no chance of her laying eyes on food without wanting it in her mouth. 

Closer and closer it swam, through the gap in the coral that had been more than large enough for her to swim in and out of when she'd first settled in this lagoon, that now wouldn't even fit her shoulders if she tried. The fish looked on warily as its queen gulped down a fish twice its own size - her neck expanding briefly, before the creature dropped into the vast space of her belly.

Closer, the sound of her belly groaning, the sight of her cheeks flushed red, the feeling of the water warming from her body heat.

Closer, a view of her pointed teeth, opening wide to make way for the next meal. 

In her range now, just close enough to start tipping the contents of the shell into her maw, close enough to feel the pull of her gulps, too close-

Close enough to be pushed away by her belch, fast enough to start swimming instantly, strong enough to resist her last attempt to grasp it

Only for another day to feed her