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If you're reading this eat something

dionysianchub-deactivated202206

I just want someone to keep me lazy and spoiled til I'm too fat to do anything on my own 🥺

Over 500lb Club boys...hit Me up

One day I'm going to invite you over for dinner. As you come in and take a seat, I'll light up a joint and press it into your hand. The smoke wafts up into the air, mixing with a pleasant aroma of spices- paprika, za'atar, garlic. The table is set for two. But the spread between the two plates looks like it should be set for 6. I pour you a glass of dark red wine, and a light glass for myself. As you start to fill your plate with shawarma, falafel, and spiced nuts, I settle in with tabbouli salad. Unbeknownst to you I have poured cannabis oil over everything but for the salad. Which is not to say I don't grab some falafel for myself! But as I watch your cheeks bulging with my meal, I wonder how soon the weed will turn on the munchies. Your stomach soon stretches widely and low across your lap, and I see the bottom of your shirt lift just a hair as you reach crudely across the table to grab a fistful of naan. It must be working because nobody of sober mind would gorge so greedily. I suspect you'll be back again soon!

FAT BOYS: ASK ME THINGS AND PLAY WITH Meeeeeeeeee. Bored at work and dreaming of gorging, gaining, growing Pigs

bellybabe

okay but realistic, domestic feedism and fat appreciation? that's where it's at.

sitting in your feeder's lap and getting your belly stroked, squeezed, and played with while you eat. weekly morning weigh-ins before breakfast (which is served in bed, of course). letting your belly hang and your love handles poke out of your shirts and pants around the house. your feeder gently feeding you with one hand and pleasuring you with the other. letting them bury their face in your gut--belly rubs and kisses galore!

doesn't that sound nice?

massivelyfattening

reblog if you’re a female feeder

I need more awesome female friends!

rickzonn-fa-deactivated20240418

It’s probably been said a thousand times already, but the intimate connection of feedism/stuffing makes my heart flutter.

The embrace of your stuffed partner’s body held tightly against your own, the warm soft feel of their skin as you gently graze your fingers against their taut belly, their head laid against your chest as they gently drift to sleep feeling safe, secure, and content, their every desire sated.

I don’t think there is a sweeter or more intimate experience you could share with another person.

that-one-ffa-deactivated2024101

There’s just something about a spoiled feedee, already stuffed full, whining and begging for more food. Complaining about being hungry even after stuffing their face all day. It always gets me

This entire weekend was sooo perfect. I kept Him filled from the moment He waddled into My Home to the moment I dropped Him off, breathing heavily and completely spent. I cannot wait to get My hands on your swollen stomach again as soon as I can to see what damage I can continue to do. This week's recipes are already being made. He has no idea what He's signed up for but hopefully this past weekend put some ideas into his head... #ffa #femalefeeder #bhm #ssbhm #forcedweightgain

getfatter-deactivated20170407

fat oral sex

the way he has to lie back and hold his belly up for you

the way he lifts his head from the pillow and strains to see your mouth on his cock

the way his fingers sink into his fat when he starts to come

chubbyhubbieandme

😍😍

ywkjstwiwok-deactivated20231029

🤤🤤🤤

encourager-feeder

🐷🐷🐷

giantffa-deactivated20241107

👀👀👀

blobinprogress

okay but like, who what when where

If you think that you are full: eat more

If you think that you are too fat: eat more

If you think I want you bedridden: You're right. Eat more.

verytinybun

Eat until your buttons burst and then keep eating piggies.

fatlifeshortlife

I want nothing more than a disfigured mass of fat to own and abuse. Watching you struggle to do the most simple of tasks, watching you rise like dough from every strained breath. Knowing that I’ve made you this way, knowing that you’ve surrender everything to live this way. Treating you like a play-thing that needs ‘attended to’ after I’m done rather than a person. You’re my slab of fat to own and destroy. Mine.