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fetishizeyourself

grab my belly and call me a hog and laugh at me for letting myself get so fat 🙄 or somethinggggg

germanthiccboi

Pretty please 🥺

voracious--venus

Things I would like:

To be force fed until I'm sobbing and whimpering. Bonus points if those cries are muffled by more food.

To be tied up and stuffed until the ropes are merely decorational because there is no way I'm escaping by that point.

To be funnel fed shakes after every feeding to make sure my belly is absolutely stretched to its limit.

To be fucked from behind while I eat cake on my hands and knees. Make this a regular thing until I am too fat to do it.

To get so fat I can't do anything but eat and grow even bigger for you.

To be weighed and measured often to ensure I'm gaining fast enough.

To have photos taken of me at every milestone so I can look back on how much I've gained.

To be collared like a good little pet only to outgrow every collar. Eventually, these will be hidden under my chins, but I still want the reminder that I'm owned.

To be owned completely.

germanthiccboi

Most of this plus:

Getting embaressed/hummiliated whenever possible.

Getting stuffed in to tights/i'll fitting clothes and forced to go out in public.

Forced to act like a pig at home

bigscoty-deactivated20250305

germanthiccboi

swallowed cocks are my favorite

bigshirt

trans men 🩷

chubby trans men 🙂✨🩷

fat trans men who embrace the gluttony associated with male greed with full bodied burps and the roundest belly you’ve ever seen 🫠😳🥵😍

germanthiccboi

I feel appreciatd ❤️

xjock58585

xjock585 x NCBelly94

germanthiccboi

this is so darn hot. Someone do this to me pls

thefitwitch

I wrote this to one of my favorite piggies but I think this applies to all you tubsters eagerly waiting my next fattening post that you can eat yourself into a stupor to...

So anyway, enjoy the promises I make to my ever expanding hogs...

I promise you'll be my fat little bitch boy, eating food off the top of the massive gut that forces your enormously lardy legs apart and droops between them onto the bed.

I promise your pathetic, nonexistent cock will be suffocating inside your fupa buried behind your thick slab of belly fat, relentlessly leaking as you feel the pressure build as you swell with more food, making your entire gut tingle with every touch.

I promise you'll want your whole body so encased in soft, thick, lard that every movement, every quake and ripple, everything reminds you what you did for me, everything reminds you that you're my piggy bitch and it'll only make you want to keep eating and pleasing me.

I promise you'll cum from belly touching alone because you've lost all other options and you'll only ever want to loose it even further so you'll eat even faster just to feel your body pile on more lard in real-time.

Now go have the most fattening weekend youve ever fucking had, okay? God it would be SO hot if you put on like 4-5lbs

chunkylilffa

grow so fat that it's pathetic.

people see you and naturally take pity on you.

you're so big, everything must be such hard work.

everyone knows you'll be panting and out of breath if you have to do things for yourself.

you're really meant to just sit there and look pretty anyway~

darthplagueisthewide

Getting biiiiiig

germanthiccboi

look at that soft belly! What a lard filled fatty 🤭

overfed92

This kind of help after a big meal is exactly what I need

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germanthiccboi

Damn that's hot 🤭

R E V E N G E -

I used to make fun of you (my roommate) constantly.

Every time you came home with fast food, I’d smirk. I would sometimes pat your blubber gut mockingly. “You seriously eat like that every day?” I’d laugh. “No wonder you’re huge.” But you never got mad.

You’d just grin in this weird, smug way and ask, “Want some?” At first I only took a few fries. Then whole burgers. Then milkshakes. Soon, I was eating with you every night.

I didn’t notice the weight at first. But little things started changing. My shirts got tighter. Then I needed new ones. My face looked softer in pictures. Walking up stairs left me breathing hard.

You noticed long before I did. One night, I caught my reflection in the microwave and froze. My belly pushed heavily against the counter, round and thick, hanging over the waistband of my sweatpants. Covering the upper Part of my tights and hiding my privates. My cheeks had gotten fat and round too, giving me a soft thick double chin.

Behind me, you chuckled. “Wow,” you said softly. “Look at you.” I turned red instantly. “I’m not that big.” You walked closer, eyes slowly moving over my 350 pound body. “You waddle when you walk now,” you teased. “And that belly hangs lower every week.” I hated how smug you sounded. It made me feel even more embaressed.

After that, I tried dieting. I really tried. But you kept filling the apartment with food. Boxes of donuts left on the counter. Pizza deliveries late at night. Fresh cookies cooling in the kitchen. And every single time I tried resisting, you’d sit nearby watching me with that knowing grin. “You’ll cave,” you’d say calmly.

You where right. One night, after I finished my fourth slice of pizza, you leaned back on the couch looking completely satisfied. “You know,” you murmured, “I think you’re finally fatter than me.” I looked down at my huge soft stomach hanging between my wide spreads tights. I felt my face burn with humiliation. You just smirked wider. “Careful,” you said. “At this rate, you’ll need bigger doors soon.”