side/kink blog. 24, she/her, gainer, encourager, little, masochist. CW: 185 GW: 300 (for now). my main blog is idontknowanythingandthatsok but idk how to link it
my darkest feedism interest is continuing to get fatter even after immobility 😵💫😵💫 being a massive puppy blob and feeling the excess flab pinning me down onto the bed, until the attempt to even lift a limb makes me whimper and pant, and eventually not being able to move anything other than my little fat paws 😰 and having my feeder have full control to do anything they want with my body, speaking to me softly and doing anything that would please them, while i just lay completely still, a big wobbly ocean of flab, so enmeshed in fat that she can't do anything at all 💗
feeling all the fat of my body squish into my chest, making me pant helplessly 😵💫😵💫 slowly finding it harder and harder to breathe, endlessly struggling to get air and gasping for breath, to feel my chest aching from all my fat, my heart racing so fast it hurts, just to keep my helpless fat enveloped body alive 😰
all my muscles becoming so weak and useless, feeling them struggle under the hundreds of pounds of extra fat, the constant feeling of being unable to handle all the blubber accumulated on my body, the inescapable struggle of my body being on the edge of giving up 😰 and only continuing to get fatter 😵💫💗
mmmm thinkling about being a hacker who sees a perfect target while tapping through unsecured webcams one day.
cute, curvy, a small belly peeking out from under her shirt. she doesn't know anyone's watching as she idly snacks on the open bag of chips on her desk. I decide to see how little prodding it takes for her to give in to indulging her every whim.
i start off by subtly influencing her social media feeds. delicious food and porn, side by side and one right after the other. she might notice something seems different, but the porn is welcome considering the selection of toys i had amazon 'misdeliver' to her house have been getting a lot of use.
once she's started associating her newly increased orgasm rate with food, it's time to start upping the portions. she gets her groceries delivered, so it's easy to make a few substitutions and editions. Extra-thick, honey sweetened yoghurt instead of her normal low fat brand. Her favourite diet soda was 'sold out' but luckily she's well stocked in the full sugar version.
she's sure she didn't add these bags of chips to the order, or this box of donuts, but the delivery guy shrugs and says they're free so it would be silly to throw them out.
i make sure the first thing she sees when she turns on her phone in the morning is something to turn her on and something to get her stomach rumbling. hot pancakes, oozing syrup. a plate stacked with greasy bacon and eggs with a mountain of fried potatoes. some upscale bakery showing off their latest cream stuffed pastries.
at this point i'll be tracking every like, every video she lingers on just a bit too long to know exactly what she'll be unable to resist. and it's such a coincidence that a coupon for that exact bakery appeared in her inbox just as she was looking at them. it's such a good deal, and it expires today, so it would be a shame not try all of the ones she's had her eye on.
doubling her order as it comes through is a simple, explainable glitch. still, most of these pastries won't be good tomorrow, so she might as well try all of them, it's not like she has to finish them all.
later that night, as she goes back to the fridge for the fourth time, she scoops the last blob of frosting up with a scrap of pastry and sighs. she's definitely getting a little softer around the middle, but she can't worry about that now - she's just found out she's lost her job by email. she's so lucky though, because later that day she gets offered a spot on a medical weed trial she can't even remember applying for. a few well placed changes on my part and she's getting paid to smoke up every day at home, fresh flower and vape carts carefully delivered every week.
the 'study' pays well, so why shouldn't she get most of her food delivered? she's too stoned to move most of the day anyway, and she has such good luck with ordering in lately, every restaurant seems to be throwing in free extra desserts and appetisers every time she orders.
that night, her large meat feast pizza (already more than she used to order) comes with garlic bread, wings, curly fries, soda and icecream and fist sized tubs of creamy sauces. you try and ask the delivery boy a question but he mumbles something about a promotion, and what, is she going to say no to free food?
as she sits down, she barely notices as i set the youtube on her tv to start a playlist of cute girls trying different fast food places, giggling as they took huge bites of rich, calorific foods.
the strain i picked out for her has already got her hungry and horny, so she flops down on the couch in her sweatpants and t-shirt. this shirt used to be loose on her, but it's definitely stretching tighter across her tits and slightly bulging stomach. she barely notices though, grabbing a slice of pizza and chugging soda straight from the bottle as her already hazy mind gets softer. she doesn't realise she's finishing what should be a meal for a family of four until most of it's gone.
her stomach feels uncomfortably tight, straining against the waistband of her now-tight sweatpants. she pulls the band down and her stomach springs out, angry red marks showing where it had bitten into her soft flesh.
my conditioning has been working, and she doesn't know why, but the feeling of her being so stuffed makes her pussy ache, and she slides a hand into her pants to find herself dripping wet. she starts playing with herself as she finishes the lst slice of pizza, forces a few more fries into her heavy gut. the more she eats, the better her fingers feel on her clit, her flabby brain well trained at this point to associate food with sex, being stuffed full with cumming what was left of her brains out.
she's on the edge now, but she's finished the food and even though her stomach is straining and sensitive she can't make herself finish without something to eat at the same time.
she's lucky she forgot to put the icecream in the freezer. she pulls the melted tub towards herself, too pinned under the weight of her bloated stomach to even lean over for it. the thick mix of cream, sugar, chocolate and caramel pour down her throat as she slowly begins to chug the mixture. her free hand is back between her legs, frantically fucking her needy pussy as her belly stretches beyond what she thought she handle. as the last of the icecream drips down her throat she cums, harder than she thinks she's ever come before.
she slumps back, too happy to care that she's surrounded by greasy pizza boxes and that there's melted icream smeared across her tits.
watching through her webcam, i'm already planning all the fun deliveries she's going to be getting in the next fes days.
I like curves on men. A voluptuous, well-nourished body creates the most beautiful curves I can imagine. A round belly that juts out into the world in a delicate curve is so striking and wonderful. But a chubby man’s gut also has a particularly wonderful curve, where the lower belly so soft and round spills over the waistband of his pants. This round lower tummy is most prominently displayed when the paunch hangs out roundly because the shirt rides up - hat a celebration of curves for the eye! But I also like the curve of the belly at the top, where the round bulge sets off the breasts and creates a wonderful semicircle that nicely emphasizes the belly’s fullness. All these curves are so wonderful to observe, naked or in a tight shirt, and I have to really pull myself together not to trace them with my fingers at an inappropriate moment, just as a painter would do with a brush to capture the singular moment. The especially delightful, broad curve of your flared middle matches so lovely the curve of your love handles and is balanced by your round, full bottom, whose curves also add to my pleasure as well. Every roll on your body is a fantastic curve in its own; they all deserve to be celebrated. I can’t get enough of looking at your bulging body and praise every new curve I discover on you. I wanna nourish them, encourage them, create them with you. I admire you as if you were a Baroque painting I created myself - a celebration of the joy of sensuality and gluttony.
What I find irrationally hot: guys who stuff themselves with so much food that their bellys become so full and bulging that they have to unbutton their jeans to relieve themselves. That reach for the button, with the heavy aching belly getting in the way, the fumbling because the pressure is so great that the button barely opens, then finally it works, the relief on their face, the zipper pops open. And then that little shake of the plump stuffed belly until it sits comfortably over the zipper teeth, round and bulging, a ball of greed. Then the hand that runs over the belly, checking the freedom gained and occasionally adjusting or lifting the paunch which is filled to capacity. So hot, every single step.
