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got to thinkin…i would look super cute with a fat lil beer belly :3

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quarter pounders make me so horny tbh. actually thinking about the weight of the burger i’m stuffing my face with and then thinking about it still when i feel it all sitting so heavily in my belly and stretching me out 😵‍💫

[makemewobble]

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How's your belly been doing lately? Been packing it tight at all?

i may have gone a bit overboard on pasta the past few days 😅 i’ve been housesitting for family and they left a bunch of leftover pasta and said i could have it and i may have been stuffing myself silly with it the past couple days 🤐🤤 it’s freaking delicious i haven’t been able to keep myself out of it barely 😅

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anyone wanna send asks? 👀

[wheressoulie]

dry humping … i need it … so bad … plsss..

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man, i could never imagine being so down bad for dry humping, just grinding against someone and being so desperate for a little friction, needy noises and wandering hands groping each others bodies through clothes… what was i talking abojt again

[skipperafterdark]

stuffing them so nice and full they can’t help but slip into a food coma. promising you’ll take such good care of them while they rest - after all, they worked so hard, didn’t they? they’ll feel so much better after a good nap. but then, of course, they just look so plush, so comfy and beautiful…you can’t help yourself. you need to reach out and touch. grab. squeeze, knead, bounce — your sweet, sleepy doughball. you’re even able to work some air out of them, burps slipping out unhindered by shame or etiquette…or wakefulness.

now that they’ve made some room, they look like they could use a snack.

you gently jostle them awake, holding a treat near their mouth. “hi, baby. here - just one more bite,” you murmur, knowing they’re too sleepy to protest. you press it past their lips, stroking their cheek as they chew, and the moment they swallow you coax them back to sleep.

it’s even easier than you thought.

so you start the cycle over: worshipping their body, mouthing at their chest, grinding against their thighs and tummy, diving between their legs, reaping the rewards of their indulgence for them…careful not to send them over the edge. not yet. if they start to wake up from an overeager bounce of their belly or too sharp a nip at their rolls? well, that just means it’s time for another treat~

a dizzyingly delicious cycle, so easy to get lost in. feeding them up even fuller than they started — and they’re just too deep in dreamland to keep track of how many “one more bite”s they’ve had. by the time they wake up for real, they’re packed to the brim, so full they can’t even roll over…and they barely know why. even more, they’re so riled up from however long you spent gorging yourself on them, it’s all they can do to beg you for help. so stuffed they can’t move, so turned on they can’t focus, and completely at your mercy.

you did promise they’d feel better once they woke up, didn’t you?

[bigbuutch]

i need to be 30 pounds heavier this instant. and i need a fat girl to sit on me

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a buffet date where my pants don’t fit by the end of it would fix me. just saying.

[fatguarddog]

God I feel fucking fat and dizzy about it

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Really been considering diving a little more into this kink recently tbh. i lost a good bit of weight and i want some of my curve back anyways so i’ve been rlly mulling over getting serious about working on getting fatter.

Thinking about leaning into making my own shakes that i could prep (found a yummy recipe recently) and then things like boost and the like so i can stay consistent easier because food is expensive mainly and also i don’t feel like cooking constantly. I do plan to learn how to cook better this year and that’ll open up a lot more opportunity for me to stuff myself more often.

With all that being said though i am considering posting on here more often and posting pictures of any progress and stuffings sometimes if any of y’all would be interested? 🤭

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thinking about being knelt down with my arms tied behind me and with my legs spread under me with my clit pressed to a vibrator underneath me while someone funnel feeds me and every time i get close to cumming they speed the flow up so i’m left feeling ready to explode in more ways than one 🥵🤭

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Any other fantasies you have been thinking about?

partying with friends and drinking and smoking with them, and they make a game of it to try to see how fucked up they can get me throughout the night. encouraging me to drink and “chug, chug, chug!” as i gulp down whatever it is we’re drinking, beer, liquor, wine, whatever.

getting more and more easily encouraged to indulge even more until i’m just absolutely shitface drunk, both on the alcohol and on everyone’s attention until i’m too out of it to pay much notice to the sets of hands starting to explore across my body, a couple people touching and groping me while another holds blunt after blunt to my mouth between drinks.

becoming absolutely entranced in all the sensations, the gentle touch of hands, the dripping wetness between my thighs, the droop of my eyelids as i struggle to even see straight, the heavy swell of my belly as it bloats and sloshes with everything i’ve chugged down and the relief of the pressing of hands on my swelling gut pushing burps out of me 🥴🥵

[memorymachinegirl]

fat fetish is dumb as hell like yup! lunch just gave me a boner

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imagining how amazing it’d be to spend a whole day or maybe even weekend just getting stuffed nonstop by someone and kept high and full and just totally blissed out. like hear me out, being fed edibles at first before being fed absolutely obscene amounts of super rich and heavy foods, takeout from my favorite places, rich and creamy desserts, being funnel fed soda or cream, like the options are endless but just the whole day spent gorging and smoking till i’m at my limit, taking a break and as soon as there’s any more room i’m eating again till i can barely move with a massively overfed and overstretched belly. spending the evenings having my belly rubbed as it gurgles and churns as it struggles to digest everything i’ve crammed into it 😵‍💫🥵

[cherrywine4264]

buffets? i am WEAK

- no pressure to confine to any sort of social expectation where you need to restrict yourself. you are literally PAYING to eat as much as you want, just like everyone else. there is no need to hold back.

- the effort you have to put in to get yourself to that sweet spot of fullness. even when you cross that line of satisfied, and you can already feel the heft in your tummy, you know that you’re still not done yet. you’ve gotta stand and mosey around some more to find your next plate. you are constantly being reminded of how heavy you’ve made yourself. how stuffed and slow you feel. and doesn’t that feeling just make you want more?

- the FLAVORS. as a girlie that gets bored of the same taste pretty quickly, buffets are SO perfect, because you have 30 different options within thirty feet of the table. want something sweet? there’s a whole table of decadent deserts of many different tastes to try, most even have ice cream machines and chocolate fountains to mix with your other treats. want something fresh? there’s a never ending salad bar with your name on it with deep wells of the most flavor full dressings and topping, but you cannot forget the cheese and the crutons. and if you want something salty? literally walk in any direction, you can find a treat for any single one of your devices, all under the same roof. of course, the constant onslaught of different pallets makes it easier to keep grabbing different plates, so before you know it, you’ll be asking - how the hell did i eat that many plates? and why the fuck do i like it so much?

- the sigh of defeat? that’s how you know you got your moneys worth. when you push the plate away and wave a flag of surrender as you wipe your mouth. you’ve overdone it. and it feels incredible. bated breathes deepen, hazy smiles widen, stifling hiccups behind your hand as you attempt to finish your soda, not wanting to get up just yet so your feast has time to settle.

- the walk to the car - maybe you try to keep your composure, maybe you don’t ~ it doesn’t matter if you’ve made a glutton of yourself, that’s what this place was designed to do. no one’s judging, in fact, the wider your waddle out the door is, the better of a time you look like you’ve had. slow, heavy steps, one after the other as you feel your feast sitting heavy, comfortably, indulgently, in your bloated tummy as you make your way out.

- finally you’re home. my FAVORITE part. you slip off those tight pants that were digging into your poor overfed tummy, you slip off your shirt or your bra and you immediately crawl under the covers. maybe you put on a show, or play some soft calming music, and you just enjoy it.

——— enjoy the heft, enjoy the haze, enjoy the stretch, enjoy the weight, enjoy the sleepy feeling that takes over as your body does all the hard work, gently encouraging you to relax. you worked hard today, now it’s time to rest. and of course you dream of the overfeeding you’ll give yourself at the buffet that’s next on your list <3

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For the ask game 1 6 and 9!

1. Sometimes i plan to and i’d like to more often but a lot of the time it’s not planned 😅

6. probably a family bbq a couple years ago, i was so full my pants were digging into my belly and i barely wanted to move off the couch and had to act like everything was fine 🫣🤭

9. A couple times but i need it to be more tbh, i loveee being so full it makes doing anything else difficult. My belly feeling so stretched and heavy i have to move a bit slower and adjust how i walk 😵‍💫😳