konta

22, here for mainly my fetishes and might participate in them. Trans, femme, she/they. 🏳️‍⚧️🔞 NOT ACTIVELY GAINING! My body is too fast metabolic for that, hahaa. But I love stuffing myself and sending images of my tummy. Might even write ssome texts. DMs and asks open, but I'm not looking for a feeder or unasked pics! Teasing is more than welcome though, as well as kind messages and all! Just don't be a dick Banner credit: KipTeiTei on DeviantArt

[stuffhersilly]

You didn’t say much the rest of the afternoon, but I noticed the way your hands kept brushing over your tummy. Almost absentmindedly. Testing it. Weighing it. Touching it. I caught you lifting your hoodie a few times when you thought I wasn’t looking, tracing your fingers over the soft new curve beneath your belly button.

I didn’t say anything. Not just yet. But I tucked that image away, the way you bit your lip, the way your breath caught just a little as your jeans pressed tighter than they used to. You looked so curious about yourself, and a little flustered. It’s like you were realizing the scale wasn’t the only thing slowly tipping.

That evening, I made your favorite pasta. A little extra creamy. A little extra cheesy. You raised an eyebrow at the size of your plate, but didn’t protest. You never really did. I love that about you.

“I really shouldn’t…” you murmured, but you were already twirling your fork, ready to tuck.

“Mmhmm. I’ll save you a salad for next week,” I teased, brushing your hair back behind your ear, pulling it into a ponytail. “Just enjoy this for me, baby.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. You were glowing. Soft, full, and so beautiful in the candlelight, gently swaying with that quiet fullness as you polished off every last bite. I refilled your glass. And then, without a word, placed a small slice of cake in front of you.

You stared at it like it was forbidden treasure. “You’re dangerous,” you whispered, glancing up at me sheepishly.

I grinned. “And you, sweetheart… are getting spoiled.”

You pretended to protest again, but the fork still found its way to your lips. What a surprise. Bite by bite. Slowly. Dreamily. You were leaning back by the end, both hands resting on your tummy, your breathing just a tad heavier than before.

When we curled up on the couch later, I draped a blanket over us, gently guiding your hand to rest under mine, right where the softness of your belly had begun to rise just a little more than before.

“You know…” I murmured, tracing small circles under your belly button, “I think your body’s starting to get used to this.”

You made a sleepy sound, eyes half-closed. The food coma was already in full effect. “Mmhmm. Used to what?”

“To being taken care of like this. Fed. Loved. Softened.”

You laughed, but didn’t pull away. “Baby… you’re turning me into a dough ball.”

I kissed gently behind your ear, whispering, “And you, my dear, wear it so beautifully.”

There was a long pause, the kind that says more than words ever could. You wriggled a little closer, and I felt your tummy press more fully against me. Heavy now, after dinner. Warm. Plump. Full.

“Maybe…” you whispered, “maybe a little softness isn’t such a bad thing.”

I smiled, trying to hide that this is what I wanted all along. “It’s perfect baby. You’re perfect.”

- Part 2 of 2

[konta-chan]

In 2 months, I’ve managed to outgrow these jeans too. Fuck i used to be so skinny

Pls tease me about how fat i’m getting and how big my tummy is

[ffastoriesforfatties]

Public stuffing

Standing in the mirror you start to observe your reflection packed into unbuttoned jeans when you hear the door slide open

You frantically try to suck in your recently expanding belly and you try to button your pants unsuccessfully. At that moment your partner Alice walks in seeing you in your pitiful state pants hanging open with a belly causing a divide of several inches in the gap. Your small boobs contained in a strained sports bra and nothing else to cover yourself. Alice obviously notices your embarrassment and goes in to tease

“Another outgrown pair piggy? You’re costing us a fortune...” she moved around behind you and pinched your multiplying back rolls, “why don’t we get you some food, here put on this shirt” Alice tossed you a once cute floral crop top that what certainly too tight, you feel your pussy getting wet as you refute the idea of the shirt

“This, this is tiny on me, it’s from when we first started dating” you whine

“I know fatty, that’s the point” she jiggled your gut “I’ll meet you in the car in 10, and you better be wearing exactly that” she winked and slipped away

You obediently put on the shirt and look at yourself. It came a couple inches down your gut, thankfully stretchy, but It required you to pull it down occasionally to keep it in place. The shirt was an off the shoulder cut with longer sleeves but the fabric cut into your shoulder fat and the sleeves made noticeable indents on your forearms. Looking down your pants were still unbuttoned so you grab a hair tie, wrap it around the button, and loop it through the hole and straining get it back over the button to make a makeshift close for your pants. You then grab your purse and walk out to the car

Alice is waiting in the car and you hop in, her grin widening as you approach the door, reaching its peak when you take a seat watching your belly expand.

“..This shirt is so tight on me babe..” you say as you play with the hem of the shirt which while you’re sitting was even higher up than before

“And look you can’t even see your pants are unbuttoned right now cause your gut covers it” Alice chuckled as you blush looking down at your dome shaped stomach remembering how flat and toned it once was.

In almost no time Alice pulls up to the local diner, and gets out standing in front of the car watching you struggle to get out of the seat, and then walked you inside

“Hey why don’t you sit down at a table and I’ll order” she winked and walked away as you went in the opposite direction towards the tables, feeling the stares of patrons eyes on your stomach hanging out of your shirt as you continuously get more and more turned on.

You plop your widening ass into a booth seat towards the back as you notice how close your belly is getting to touching the edge of the table when your back is all the way against the wall behind you. You sit and patiently wait for Alice to come back until you see her with a number for your food looking around for you.

You wave at her and when she catches sight of you she begins to walk back shaking her head laughing

“Oh really? A seat all the way back here? I don’t think so piggy, we’re getting front row seats for this meal, I want everyone to see you” Alice put out her hand and you take it as she try’s to help you up but your big bloated body has to heavingly scoot out of the booth. She walks you to a table in the middle of the seating area, front and center, this time a chair table so you’re visible from all angles. Alice pulls out a chair and you take it, sets the number on the counter space and takes the seat across from you

You notice a middle aged couple and their adolescent children about a table across from you, the parents eye you judgementally but keep to themselves. The only other patrons in the restaurant were a group of teenagers in a booth you spotted on your way over.

In very little time a waitress struggling under the weight of her tray was looking around for the table she was supposed to be delivering to, and kept looking at the families table until she realized you had the number and she approached confused.

“You’re #12 right?” Alice nodded for you

“Um alright,” she unloaded the tray onto your table and you turn bright red as you realize how much Alice ordered, you desperately try to thank the waitress as she leaves and she scoffs at you.

Alice not lifting a finger to grab anything to eat leans back and gives you a smug look and you realize she expects you to finish it all

You tentatively pick up a burger from the massive hoard of food in front of you and begin to eat it, slowly at first before realizing how good it is, and more importantly how hungry you are. Before you know it you’ve already eaten through 3 plates leaving your face covered in crumbs and sauces accumulating on your shirt from your reckless devouring.

Alice watching you with delight intermittently chiming in with benign small talk to fill the not so empty noise of you stuffing your face unable to control your hunger.

Licking off your fingers to get every last drop of food you go in on a club sandwhich, taking massive bites and drawing attention from the near by family, watching you in your pacified bloated body and getting judgemental glances at the already cleared plates.

You take a pause and catch your breath, wipe your hands on a napkin and notice the massive amount of food Alice bought was already dwindling, leaving a side of fries and half of a burger you didn’t completely finish from earlier as well as a coke. You grab said coke and wash down the food you’ve already eaten and let out an unintentional blelch, and quickly cover your mouth blushing bright red. Then you realize you’re breathing like a literal pig, panting from nothing but eating and Alice notices

“Well look at that, you’re out of breath from eating...” she slides her foot up against your leg dorm under the table and smiles at you clearly amused by your piggish behavior

You put your hands on your belly and realize how full you are, and the fact that your belly is now pressed against the edge of the table and Alice chimes in again “I hope you know by now we’re not leaving until you’re all finished...” seeing your depleted stuffed state.

Taking a deep breath you slowly jam the rest of the burger into your mouth leaving sauce and meat juices dripping from your mouth and take another long sip from the coke before dutifully finishing off the fries and finally leaning back in your chair exposing your entire belly to the world

“I’ll be right back, you can head on back to the car love” Alice said and once again walked away

Just then still in your leaned back position a kid no older than 10 from the table over says “Mommy she looks like the seals we saw at the zoo yesterday!” And an older sibling of the kid quietly pitches in with “nah I’d say she’s more like a pig” before snickering

“Austin! Jeremiah! That’s rude!” Their mother scolds them while their dad just laughs along with them

You decide to start on your way back to the car, and you take off your pants rubber band because it is far to tight now and heave your bloated body upwards stretching infront of the family and letting your massive gut hang out before again completely unintentionally letting out a massive burp and covering your mouth in shame as the family stares in judgement.

“You’d think you’d have a little shame good lord” the mom whispered upset her breath as she ushered her children out of the restaurant.

You’re slightly embarrassed but oh so turned on, you walk towards the door, needing to stop and take a breath, before proceeding to the car belly hanging a foot out in front of you like a bumper.

You realize your car is parked very close to someone else and realize you have to shimmy between them to get to the door.

You sigh and you press your ass against your car and your belly against the adjacent car and slide in until mortified, you realise, with your belly sandwiched right against the window, a teenager and his friends are in the car you’re pressed up against. Their shocked faces start at you until one of them rolls down a window

“Yo fatass get your stomach off my car” he said

You stumbling over your words frantically apologize, and scoot towards your door sucking in as much as possible and finally managing to open your door and painfully squeeze in and heavily seat yourself before the teenagers begin to drive off but not before yelling

“Why don’t you try to loose some weight piggy” followed by oinking noises. You sigh and lean back thankful to be done with that when you look up to see Alice holding a bag laughing, and you realize she saw that entire interaction

“Loose some weight fatty, teenagers right” Alice teased poking your bloated belly “that was a sight to see, could you really only get to the car by sliding like that? you really are getting big, I’ll have to start parking away from other cars” she smiled and started unpacking the bag she had. She pulled out a milkshake and some brownie lava cakes

“Oh no Alice look at my belly! I can’t eat that” you beg feeling your very stuffed gut like a bowling ball in your lap.

“Alright I guess I’ll just have to eat it myself then...” Alice waved the lava cake around letting you smell it, making your mouth drool thinking about the warm chocolate my goodness even though you just ate enough for a family when Alice pretending to start to take a bite before you object overwhelmed by your thoughts

“WAIT, ok ok ok nevermind I do want it, please can I have it?” You grovel before Alice leans your seat back and begins to feed you the cake interspersed with bites of milkshake until you had eaten the whole cake and half of the large shake. Alice puts the car in drive and takes you home as you lay back in the seat absolutely stuffed but still suckling on your milkshake in your food stained shirt exposing your round pale belly to the world.

“I must be the luckiest feeder in the world cause you’re an excellent pig.. I’ve been tracking your calories today and you ate 5,350 calories today, plus that shake I added body builder powder to which adds an extra 1,000 when you’re finished..” Alice chuckled as she parked the car in our driveway “Youre a perfect fatass you know?”

[weirdandchubbygirl]

Your clothes look better when they don't fit you anymore, when you have to stretch a shirt so it covers your belly, when you have to hold your breath to button your jeans

You think that others don't notice, but we do. That shirt now looks so small on you, and even your belly is starting to show underneath, but you don't seem to stop eating and getting fatter

[kinkybabygirlsworld]

I think it's sexy when people show off their pudgy stomachs in public. like, yeah? you want everyone to see your belly? you want everyone to know you've got a good appetite? you want everyone to see how well fed you are? you like having eyes on your plump tummy? you want everyone to see how good you eat.

[lesbianbellylover]

You’ve always tried to stay slim. That’s what society tells you to do, right? Restrict what you eat, do lots of cardio, try to be as small as possible. You have the flat tummy to prove it.

But you also have a secret. Living this restrictive lifestyle makes you unhappy and, of course, hungry. You don’t even find it attractive.

You love watching heavy women at the beach, the ones rubbing sunscreen over their chubby arms and thighs. You love watching their significant others gently massaging lotion over their back rolls and generous, curvy bellies, making sure every inch is covered, treating them as though they are goddesses dropped onto this earth. You watch these women walk down the beach, completely comfortable and confident about their bodies with their thighs rubbing together and their bellies sticking out.

You want that confidence. And you want a belly like that.

It isn’t hard to start. You’ve been dieting for so long that once you begin to eat normal sized meals, you feel a layer of pudge settling over your midsection. It’s soft, sexy, and comfortable. Your lower tummy develops a slight curve. People start to tell you that you look healthier, and it’s true, you look much healthier than when you were living on carrot sticks. Your boobs fill out your bra and you get the beginnings of a booty.

After a while, you stop gaining weight. You realize that you’ve probably reached a set-point, the weight your body wanted to be before you were restrictive. If you want to grow, you’ll need to eat more. You add higher-calorie ingredients and try to eat a little extra at each meal. It isn’t easy, but after a while, you can put away two servings at dinner. After, you relax on your couch and rub your increasingly plump tummy.

A couple of months later, you’re excited to see that you finally have a belly. It’s round, but small enough to hide at work under swingy dresses. It’s your secret little belly. When you’re stressed at work, you put your hands under your desk and surreptitiously rub your middle. When you get home, you take off all of your clothes and walk around enjoying your body. You stand in front of the mirror, cupping your new belly in your hands and admiring how jiggly it is.

You go on a date, wearing a dress that hides your midsection. There is an immediate connection, so you go back to your place. You admit to yourself that you’re a bit nervous. What will she think when she sees you in the nude? You find out when you strip off your dress and stand in front of her, belly poking over your undies and all.

Wow, she says. You are so beautiful. Still, you are surprised when she walks over and immediately pats your belly. I love this, she says.

Later, you’re lying in bed with her arms wrapped around you. She rubs your middle. I love a woman with a belly, she says. I love a woman who eats full meals.

Over the next few months, you continue to enjoy each other’s company. She cooks delicious, filling meals for you and never forgets your favorite desserts. You gain a little relationship weight. Ok, maybe more than a little. One morning, she cups your belly in her hands and makes an assessment. Look at this, she says, squeezing you. I need both hands for this now. It looks like someone has a little more to love. Oh? You reply, pushing your belly up into her hands, loving her touch. Do I need to go on a diet? You ask, knowing what the answer will be: of course not. Don’t even think about ruining this body with a diet.

You go out to lunch with a friend, the kind who lives on carrot sticks. She bluntly says that you’re getting a potbelly. You lose the friend and keep the belly, a belly that isn’t small or secret anymore.

Finally, it’s summer, and you enjoy a beach day with your girlfriend. You’re wearing a bikini for the first time in your life. You stretch out beside her on a beach towel, pat your belly, and moan with pleasure. After a day of being stuffed with sandwiches, chips, and beer, you’re bloated and bulging visibly more than when you arrived. Your girlfriend turns toward you and rubs your stuffed tummy. Hmm, she says, maybe your friend was right. Looks like someone’s getting a potbelly. She gives you a few playful slaps. You laugh, and are delighted by the way your belly laughs along with you under her hands. You know you’ve been feeding me all day. Mmmm, she replies, I can’t wait until your belly looks like this when it’s empty, and massages you some more. But for now, she continues, it looks like you still have some room for ice cream. What do you think?

You think yes, of course. You push yourself up from the towel, watching your belly plump out over the waistband of your bikini bottoms. Your girlfriend helps you up - she knows it’s a bit more difficult for you these days.

You walk toward the concession booths, marveling at how every part of you shakes gently as you move. You pat your belly again contentedly, looking at how far it sticks out now. Hmm, you wonder. Should you get a brownie sundae or a banana split?

Why not both?

[salamanding]

very very late gold bikini thing but idc because i had fun making it. gold is so so fun to draw.

censored version for when i feel like a coward btw

[thegwengordon]

CURVY 😆😊

[lardpunk]

sometimes i look at a feedee with a huge belly and i think abt how much food all that fat is made of. like seriously. how much did you eat to pack on so many pounds?

[purveyorofpudge]

sure, thinking about it is great and all… but wouldn’t it be soooo fun to actually point it out? sink a finger deep into their obscenely plump middle, tsking, voice dripping with feigned concern: “how did you get so big?”

[abyssalfeeder]

Reblog

If you're a fat little piggy, that wants to be teased and encouraged.

[konta-chan]

As you can see. In the first picture you've got a nice flat toned stomach. No pudge poking off your hips.

And in the second picture you've got a bit of chub, and some nice love handles and a good roundness.

In conclusion. You're getting chubby. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.

…f-fuck…i really am getting chubby aren’t I? I can’t keep my eyes off of my deepening belly button

It feels so great to have my body analysed like this - what do you think is in store for me in the future?

Teasing is ok!!

[cult-mommy]

gosh you’re starting to look permanently full! Your belly is starting to really sag and you just look so overfed!!! Someone just loves eating I see…

I do love eating and I can’t stop 🥵. I’m so greedy for sweets and love spending my weekends stuffing my face with desserts. My habits appear to be catching up with me… but the bigger I get… the bigger I want to be 🤤.

[jigglybellysoftheart]

I ordered an obscure academic book about feedism from my school library and they got a hard copy instead of a pdf, so now I have to look the nice old librarian lady I'm kinda friends with in the eye while I get my fat sex book.....oops lmao

[jigglybellysoftheart]

Few people have asked for the info on this book so here it is! There are some p decent academic articles on it as well! Search Google scholar sometime for "feederism" 😄

"Feederism: eating, weight gain, and sexual pleasure". Charles, Kathy and Palkowski, Michael. Houndmills, Basingstoke, Hampshire : Palgrave Macmillan, 2015.

[jigglybellysoftheart]

Update on this since so many have asked - I highly recommend it!

This book clearly takes the words of actual feedists and fat people into account, and represents the diverse community and forms that feedism can take. It also raises the inherent problems with feedism in a very respectful way that doesn't feel demonizing or like they're saying it needs to stop because of those things. That also isn't the point of the book, which I appreciated - all of the academic texts on feedism that I have read have focused on how feedism is men preying on fat girls, which is untrue in the vast majority of cases, and this book addresses that oversimplification very well. It provides a very balanced account that doesn't feel like they went in with an opinion already formed about feedism being good or bad, they just describe the community around it. It interviews quite a few members of the community, and overall provides quite a positive view of feedism.

I found it super validating to see my opinions on and experience with the feedism community echoed in an academic text, and I thought it was really great to know that there is good, balanced information available in the academic world now about this community, not just oversimplified pieces that demonize us. It's also not written in a complicated, intimidating way. I am a fairly fast reader, but I read the whole thing in a couple hours. I really enjoyed it!

I got this book through interlibrary loan, but it's also available a variety of places online:) info is above

[doughyfatfox]

did you know there's a 100-page study into feedism with 23 feedist participants? it also looks at some feedist erotica and prior, smaller studies on the subject!

well, I read it recently and have put up an overview of its content on feedism.neocities.org!

whilst it's titled Feederism, it's actually incredibly positive on feedism as a fetish/kink! the authors spend a lot of time dismantling misconceptions about feedist practices and community, and the feederism vs feedism difference comes up a few times.

on the website I've put excerpts on:

participants definitions of feedism

feederism vs feedism

academic positivity towards feedism

feedism as sexuality/identity

i would totally recommend reading the whole book. it's not very long or impenetrably academic, it features interviews with a very varied set of feedists with different likes, desires and goals, and it's very positive towards feedism as a whole. the thoughts of its participants and the conclusions its authors draw resonated a lot with me, and it's very reassuring to see something treating feedism as a neutral kink/sexuality like any other!

[gentle-voluptuary]

The work that @doughyfatfox and @soft-sappho are doing to assemble feedists texts in an online, accessible way is really incredible. This study is such a landmark and it's great to have the summary available for feedists.

If you're not checking out these lovely folks' work, please do.

[konta-chan]

This is the 9th button i popped, fuck~

Food just tastes so good and i always stuff myself throughout the day, half of my clothes just outline my tummy and/or doesn’t fit me anymore

[konta-chan]

Hah, I recognize that profile banner. A philosopher, ye are

Huh? Wdym by that?

[no-longer-active-creampffstuff]

I am a sucker for smaller tummies getting filled with food. Slimmer people stuffing themselves with their favourite and then having that cute bloated belly. Definitely looking stuffed, just a lil bloated tummy gurgling happily. The tummy perfectly aligning with their nice cute curves. Them just sighing in pure pleasure, lightly patting their tummy. Perfect if they don't hold in a loud burp or hiccup that makes their belly jolt and slosh.