[fullgulosity-deactivated2025062]

🥵After having |3| 1.25L bottles of soda, |4| McDoubles, |1| box of brownies, and |2| 24oz beers(1.4L), I managed to cram another |2| liters of soda into my overstuffed belly before reaching my limit

…All on top of a late lunch with |2| Mac and cheese w/ chicken strips from Wawa and |1| 1.25L bottle of soda…

I’m so ready to give in… so, who’s ready to give me the final push I need?

[gh0stbelly]

Got up to get some water after starting my dessert and now that I'm standing i can feel all the weight of everything ive stuffed myself with, my belly is so heavy i cant walk without holding myself up somehow. I've had 7k calories today and I still have so much more to eat. Need someone here to bring the food to my mouth so I can just lay back for now and eat. Its so hard even just picking it up to bite when I'm this full

[gh0stbelly]

Spent all afternoon stuffing myself today, and I am feeling it. My belly hurts so much, it’s so full. I really shouldn’t keep going, but there’s a large container of leftovers in the fridge that i want to finish before dinner so… guess I have no choice 😇 can’t wait to do this again tomorrow, and maybe even the next. Day after day of ridiculously fattening stuffings

[gh0stbelly]

Fuuuuuck, don't think I'll be getting out of bed any time soon. Need a belly rub so badly rn. Can't believe I'm actually doing this to myself, forcing this much food into my gut so that I can grow even more. My belly feels so big and tight and sore, and yet some part of me keeps saying to just keep eating, keep spending your day in bed or on the couch massaging your belly as you pour more and more junk into it.

[gh0stbelly]

Couldn't eat another bite if i tried. What have I done to myself 🥵

[strange-private-fantasies]

Cursed cock with a very simple curse, it just slowly grows and you have to cum regularly to keep it at a manageable size. You don’t have any struggles with it, you just find a private spot whenever it’s getting inconveniently large

However, the wrong person found out about your curse, and became obsessed with it. They caught you, took you to a secluded area, and restrained you to make sure you can’t jerk yourself off. As the time passes, discomfort sets in as your ever growing cock feels too tight in your pants. The bigger it gets, the more excited your captor becomes. Soon enough it tears your pants open, continuing to grow. The captor’s favorite pastime now is sitting and watching you squirm and moan. Your balls audibly churn with loads of cum that that your throbbing cock is desperate to release, almost the size of your leg. You try to grind your hips against it, but the stimulation is nowhere near enough to get off to.

Even if you beg your captor to release you or let you cum, they don’t heed your pleas. They come over frequently to have some fun. Resting against your balls to listen closer to the loud gurgling, kissing and licking just to taste and tease, pushing and shoving to make them slosh some more. All this teasing only encourages you to grow faster, making your cock and balls more sensitive to your captor’s touch. Sometimes they even stroke your shaft, but they never let you cum from it

Finally, when your cock has grown as big as you, your captor finally undoes your restraints. So you desperately try to jerk yourself off, only to come to a horrifying realization. You’re now far too big for just your hands to get the job done. And now you realize you’re stuck. Your balls are so full and heavy that you can’t get up. Too many gallons of cum to lift. You’re trapped helplessly on the floor, and worse yet, your cock is still growing. You don’t know if there’s even a limit to how big it can get

Your only hope is to beg your captor for help. But they enjoy you far too much like this. The attention they give is almost constant now, and they don’t want to walk away for a second. You sit trapped there as your captor licks and caresses your engorged balls like nothing else matters. It draws moans and groans from you, pleasured by the touch but pent up like never before. No matter what, it’s never enough for you to cum. And you still don’t know if there’s a limit to how big you can grow, or if your captor will ever be satisfied with your size

[softer-rounder-larger-heavier]

I love loud feedees. I love feedees that can’t help but groan and whimper and whine after a stuffing about how full they are, hiccuping and forcing themselves to keep it all down. I love feedees that belch unapologetically between bites and sips of soda and follow it up with a moan when the sound turns them on. I just love vocal confirmation of how utterly full and horny they are, if you’re a loud feedee get louder

[lilbirdplz]

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Hi guys!~ Long time no post! Anywho, this is a snippet from one of the most intense sessions I've had in a very long time. Made sure I was nice and vocal for you beloved freaks. <3

I lasted about another hour before I started losing pressure from both sides involuntarily (which should not have made me as excited as it did) and could barely waddle or move. Everything was so, so fucking tight. Hope you enjoy listening to me 'regret' the situation I put myself in! Oh, and let me know if you like it, of course. :)

[lilbirdplz]

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Hi guys!~ Long time no post! Anywho, this is a snippet from one of the most intense sessions I've had in a very long time. Made sure I was nice and vocal for you beloved freaks. <3

I lasted about another hour before I started losing pressure from both sides involuntarily (which should not have made me as excited as it did) and could barely waddle or move. Everything was so, so fucking tight. Hope you enjoy listening to me 'regret' the situation I put myself in! Oh, and let me know if you like it, of course. :)

[balloonfat5]

Bloated up on 2L cake shake + 3.5L of water yesterday got it all down within 30-45 mins. My goal is to be able to get down 4L cake shake soon hehe

More angles of this cake gut here 🎈🎈🎈

[zewik7-2]

(Burp anon) now I just wanna stuff and bloat you til you're on the verge of bursting, gently slapping and jiggling your swollen gut to help coax the burps out right into my face🥵😵‍💫

Yes please do it... i need to be engorged and stuffed and fattened up even more please...

[balloonfat5]

Those pills u gave me... are u sure they were weight loss pills?

...and can i have more? 🫣🫣🎈♥️ (Little inflation/rapid fat belly growth scenario. Pick whichever u like best🤭)

[balloonfat5]

Oldie from Summer 2024, day 4 of 5 where I inflated for consistent days in a row and got my capacity huge. This used to be on my old insta 😆 anyone remember this? Still I love the results from this! Real preg looking belly and back arc

More pics + full clip of this here 🎈🎈 got a few more old inflation vids to post, I'll try to post more clips here to Tumblr but keep an eye out for fulls here

to those wondering if and when I can inflate again (health/kinda life update):

still got hemorrhoids (honestly caused from overinflating and not being gentle) and thanks to the idiot in office I don't have insurance. Even if I did id have to wait till im 40 to get a proper colonoscopy cuz I'm in the US so I'd have to get a checkup in another country, and my fiance and I have been planning on moving from the country for a while. Still have to save up for my first car tho so we can move somewhere with better job opportunities. Im rlly not one of these wealthy feedees, regardless I'm still so thankful for anyone who supports me. I still want a better job cuz ive only ever worked since I was a teen, and working an irl job is still my goal.

Still just taking care of my health where I can cuz I still gotta be realistic, with baking soda baths and plenty of fiber.

[chubbybloater8]

All these stretch marks on my belly are screaming for me to stop gaining weight.. but instead of stopping I blended up 10,000 cal worth of shake in one and a half gallons of liquid. This is the first half gallon that I’m putting in my funnel to chug for you. By the end of the night the full 10,000 will be in my gut.

[pregnantfantasies]

You don't know how long you've been there. Your limbs are encased in a hardened wax, rending you completely immobile. Your belly swells out and hangs below you, heavy and round and full to the brim of eggs. Fertile drones line up behind you to breed you again and again, your huge pregnant gut slowly but steadily growing as more young are packed inside you. The swell isn't all eggs, though. Workers buzz around you contentedly, constantly feeding you measured sips of royal jelly to pad the massive egg chamber your womb has become. Your tits are swollen and sore, a constant stream of honey leaking down your front.

[overstuffd]

No baby, of course you can't eat a whole cake.

Just have as much as you want now, and we can save the rest for later.

Here I poured you a glass of milk to wash it down with too.

I cut you a couple slices - well you always get a second one anyway, I thought I'd save you time.

Gone already? Let me grab another piece - no, I insist. You deserve to indulge yourself a little.

How much have you had? Why are you worrying about a silly thing like that. Here, this is just a small piece, I'm sure you have room.

Come on cutie, don't act shy - I know you want to ask for more. Here, I won't even cut a piece, just break off a little morsel and feed it to you.

See? That was easy to gulp down wasn't it? I bet you can eat another little piece like that.

And another.

And another.

Come on now, be a good pet and finish the last piece, you're so close now. It would be a shame to leave such a little bit left over. There you go, slump back gorgeous and feel your gut spread. You did so good for me.

I knew you could do it. That's why I got another cake for tomorrow - just in case there weren't any leftovers.

[thatthiccchickk]

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The Reluctant Contract

Alex had always been the lean, athletic type with a runner’s build and a sharp jawline. At twenty-six he worked as a mid-level marketing analyst, kept a tidy apartment, and lived a predictable life. That changed the day he signed the contract.

It started as a dumb dare on an online forum. One month of luxury, all expenses paid, just live in a mansion and follow a few simple rules. The offer came from someone called Elias V, a wealthy anonymous patron. Alex was broke after a string of bad decisions, so he signed without reading the fine print.

The fine print was everything.

The black town car dropped him off at a sprawling modern estate hidden behind tall gates. Elias met him at the door, tall and broad-shouldered, early forties, with calm commanding presence and piercing gray eyes. He wore a perfectly tailored shirt that hinted at the muscle underneath.

“Welcome, Alex. Everything you need is here. Your only job is to eat what I provide and stay on the property. Refuse and the debt clause activates. You’ll owe me every penny plus interest. Understood?”

Alex laughed nervously. “Yeah, sure. Easy money.”

Elias smiled like he already knew exactly how this would end.

The first meal was served in a sunlit dining room overlooking the pool. It wasn’t dinner, it was a feast: two entire rotisserie chickens, creamy mashed potatoes swimming in butter, mac and cheese loaded with bacon, fresh bread with olive oil, and three thick milkshakes. Elias sat across from him, watching.

“I can’t eat all this,” Alex protested.

“You will. Slowly. Every bite.”

When Alex tried to push the plate away after twenty minutes, Elias tapped his phone. A contract clause lit up the screen: non-compliance triggers an immediate five-thousand-dollar penalty. Alex ate until his stomach ached and his shirt felt tight. Elias fed him the last milkshake by hand, tipping the glass while Alex’s throat worked desperately.

“Good boy,” Elias murmured. “Day one complete.”

The routine was relentless. Five massive meals a day. High-calorie shakes every two hours. No real exercise except slow walks around the garden. Within the first week Alex’s once-flat stomach had softened into a noticeable paunch. His face looked fuller, cheeks rounding out.

Every night Elias made him stand on the scale in the marble bathroom.

“178 to 189,” Elias announced, voice low with satisfaction. “Eleven pounds already. Your metabolism is surrendering nicely.”

Alex stared at his reflection. His abs were gone, replaced by a soft doughy belly that spilled slightly over his waistband. He hated how it jiggled when he moved. He hated more how Elias’s eyes darkened with hunger every time he saw it.

“I don’t want this,” Alex whispered.

Elias stepped behind him, large hands settling on the new fat, squeezing possessively. “Your body does. Look how eagerly it’s storing everything I give it. You’re going to get so much bigger for me.”

By week three Alex weighed 215 pounds. His thighs rubbed together. His ass had grown round and heavy, stretching every pair of sweatpants Elias allowed him to wear. His chest had softened into budding breasts that bounced when he walked, and a thick double chin had formed under his once-sharp jaw.

The force-feeding had become almost constant. Elias would pin him gently but firmly against the reinforced couch and slide the tube in for the thickest, sweetest gainer shakes yet, two thousand calories each. Alex would moan and squirm as the sludge filled him, his belly swelling visibly rounder with every liter.

“You’re addicted to this now,” Elias whispered, rubbing slow circles over the massive taut dome of Alex’s gut. “Feel how heavy it is? That’s all me. All my work turning you into my perfect fat boy.”

Alex’s cock, thicker now and nestled in a growing fat pad, betrayed him every time. He came untouched more than once while Elias praised how soft and heavy he was getting.

At the two-month mark he hit 248 pounds. He barely recognized himself. A soft wobbling belly rested on his thickening thighs when he sat. Wide plush hips. Moobs that jiggled with every breath. His face was fully rounded, neck buried in fat. Walking had become a slow heavy waddle.

Elias had stopped pretending this was temporary.

During one long feeding session, Alex, stuffed beyond words with his belly shiny and red, finally broke.

“Please… I can’t get any bigger…”

Elias leaned in, kissing the stretched skin of his gut tenderly then possessively. “You can. You will. I’m doubling the calories next week. I want you over three hundred by month four. I want you so massive you can’t reach your own cock without my help. I want this beautiful fat body completely dependent on me.”

Alex whimpered, but his hips twitched. The pleasure of being so full, so owned, so changed had warped something deep inside him.

Six months later Alex tipped the scale at 367 pounds. He was a true forced gainer now, immobile on most days without help. His enormous belly spread across his lap in heavy rolls, back fat spilling over the reinforced bed, thighs fused together by thick fat. Elias had to feed him almost constantly to maintain the growth.

And Alex begged for it.

Every night as Elias rubbed lotion into his vast sensitive gut and praised how perfectly ruined he was, Alex would whisper the same words: “More… please make me bigger.”

Elias would smile, already planning the next two-hundred-pound milestone.

The contract had no end date anymore.