oops, I seem to be bursting out of my dress 😳 do you think I’m getting too big?

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oops, I seem to be bursting out of my dress 😳 do you think I’m getting too big?
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i’m being so dead serious when i say i need a makeout session with grinding and dry humping rn. like, right this instance right now in this moment i need it like oxygen
Bridesmaid Got Too Fat For Her Dress!
((role play, clothes try on, wg humiliation, horny belly play))
Kelli is the maid of honor in her friend’s wedding, and she knows she’s been naughty lately by not sticking to the diet and workout plan set by the bride. The ceremony is in week and Kelli suspects she’s gained a tiny bit of weight, so she tries on her dress just to put her mind at ease.
The dress doesn’t even come close to zipping; Kelli’s soft, fat, flabby body is impossible to hide. She doesn’t really know what to do, so she texts the bride. Her friend totally reprimands Kelli for gaining so much weight and starts fat shaming her for it as well. As Kelli is being degraded, to her surprise she starts to feel really turned on. She keeps the humiliating conversation with her friend going as she feels herself up and plays with her fat, getting visibly turned on 😏
Finally her friend says that it’s ok and that Kelli will just need to get the dress altered before the wedding. Relieved that she’s off the hook, and still horny from the conversation she had with her friend, Kelli indulges in some well-earned snacks while wondering what it would be like to get even fatter…
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If we’re dating:
- you’re always getting seconds and thirds (maybe even fourths!) - I’ll always have something tucked away for dessert, too - I’d be baking constantly and you’d be my official taste tester - you wouldn’t have to lift a finger! I’ll always get your snacks for you, most of them without being asked - you’re going to outgrow your clothes, just accept it (and then give me your shirts to wear around the house!) - I’ll proudly pat your belly and claim responsibility when one of our friends or family members comments on how fat you’ve gotten - I may or may not order you something extra without you knowing when we go out to eat - belly rubs all day, every day!
cant wait to fall in love and get bred
tbh....i want people to wonder if im fat or pregnant but the actual answer is both~
as much as i enjoy the darker side of this my love language has always been caring for others and as someone who loves cooking and pampering others the idea of my partner steadily gaining weight because they are happy in our relationship and dont feel pressured to watch what they eat, feeling free to just enjoy themselves fills me with so much joy<3
playing games together while i get to hand feed them their favorite snacks, picking up stuff they like on the way home from work, rubbing the belly after they got carried away eating servings of pasta…
more than anything i want them to feel loved and comfortable in their body, no matter their size
dreamy sigh
I so desperately want to be so pregnant that wherever we go, when people give knowing glances at how big I am, you place a hand on my stomach and remind the world that you made me this way.
I want somebody to take control. I want to be surprised with food. I want to smell food cooking. I want to be fed. I want to forced to eat. I want somebody to always ask if I’m hungry.
I daydream about this all the time. Having a partner who wants nothing more than to see my weight increase week by week. I want you to make me fat and then tell me how my clothes are getting tight on me. I want to feel like someone’s trophy.
I want you to take me to a buffet and let me eat until I don’t want to get up anymore and then you start getting plates for me even if I say I’m full.
I want to go on a two week cruise with you and see what damage it does to my waistline. I want to take pics with you while you have your hand resting on my belly.
I need light fingertip rubs on my new stretch marks. I need to be the little spoon and get my belly held and squeezed all night.
Need him to have a protective hand on my tummy while he's pounding me and muttering how he's gonna put a baby in me and make him a dad
eating someone out while their tummy hurts >>>
rubbing their belly with one hand and gripping their thighs with the other as you go down on them, listening to them whimper and moan
yes please
Being fingered by your partner under a blanket while you're cuddling<3 they're just kissing your neck and whispering praises into your ear while you're softly grinding against their hand , letting out the prettiest whimpers and whines
I wanna make out with someone while I sit on their lap and grind my needy pussy against their bulge :3
Can I still be a feeder if I don't enjoy stuffing?
It gives me no joy to bring you discomfort. I take no pleasure in watching you clutch your belly in pain. I have no love to see you sick from fullness. I have no desire to see you writhe and ache from eating more than you should. I don't want feeding to hurt. I want feeding to be ecstasy.
I want to pamper you, indulge you, fulfill your every hedonistic wish. Fill you with all the pleasures and joys that food can bring, and then revel in the fruits of our labors. I want to dote on you with luscious treats, spoil you with creamy delights, have you never fear the pangs of hunger again.
My only goal, my only desire, is to help you grow. Not to feed you, not to stuff you. I want to fatten you. In every delicious, delectable, euphoric way imaginable.
Pat my belly possessively
talk about it like it's all yours
ask "how's my fat belly doing?" as you push a treat past my lips
tell me to lift up my shirt so you can see how full I am, make me eat more if it's not enough yet
Treat my belly like you own it and make sure I know it ❤️