I lurk here much more than I post these days because the number of DMs I get became so overwhelming and I will go months without logging in, and people seemed to feel they were entitled to my attention.
With that said, I am not going to be intentionally gaining. In kink world, yes, I'd love to be 300-350 lbs, however in reality that is just not what I want and I don't feel good when I'm pushing past 250/260. Clearly I'm not skinny at all though haha
I enjoy stuffings (I love the feeling of being stuffed), I like light degradation and teasing, and when it comes to weight gain, I'm much more attracted to women. I'm fine with men encouraging me, but I am not interested in mutual gaining or encouraging weight gain for men. In general, I am more comfortable communicating with women on here than men.
I am not looking for a feeder or feedee or any kind of relationship. I am happily married. He is aware of my kink, but is not into it himself.
I very much enjoy reading feedism writing/stories!
all i want for 2026 is that gigantic rancid AI bubble to finally burst in such a catastrophic way that the consequences will be so good and i'll never have to see another AI generated image ever again
I think it's time, don't you? We're past the point of things being a little tight…
I mean, if you're asking, you are sort of… spilling out of your shirt. Not like a lot... but definitely more than you can see past that belly of yours.
No no, it's not just this shirt, it's like all of your shirts at this point. Did you not notice you've been tugging them back down all the time? It's not the dryer, my clothes are all totally fine.
It's nothing to worry about! Just a bit of belly. Okay, maybe more than a bit… it's just a few stretch marks, don't be dramatic...
And if we're already going shopping, maybe some bigger pants, too?
It's just that I've seen those red lines on your waist and hips when you unbutton your jeans. And you've been getting kind of out of breath trying to button them. And your sweatpants are getting kind of stretched out. I threw out that grey pair where the elastic snapped... those things were on the verge of shredding, like one good meal away.
I'm not saying you're fat, you're just… a little bigger than you used to be, you know? Your body changes over time, it's totally normal. You've got a bit of an appetite… not to mention more than a bit of a sweet tooth.
I really don't think it's good for you to be squeezed into uncomfortable clothes that don't fit all the time, that's why they make bigger clothes! So you can fit into them! For a little while, at least.
Maybe, just hear me out for a second, we go up… two sizes?
I know, I know. Once there's multiple extras in front of the "large" it sounds really, really big, but this way there's no way they'll feel tight on you! You can have a big dinner, sneak some of your late night ice cream, and still—
Yes, I know about the late night ice cream. Your shirts get these little chocolate drips on them... And you're not exactly graceful getting in and out of bed at this size.
Anyways, I think two sizes up, don't you? Good.
I'm not enabling you, I'm just… making sure you're comfortable and happy... and full.
I know that look, you're hungry again aren't you? We'll stop for milkshakes on the way home, you love a midday milkshake. Not wasting any time starting to fill out those new clothes right away, huh?
🥗 preparing yourself dinner while your belly is in the way, still bloated and gurgling from lunch
🧁 eyeing dessert even though your stomach is so tight it feels like a drum, convincing yourself there’s always room for something sweet
🤰🏼 unbuttoning your jeans for relief, but still reaching for another bite because "it’s too good to stop now"
🍽 snacking nonstop while cooking, so by the time dinner is ready, you’re already stuffed—but still finishing a full plate anyway, absentmindedly rubbing your stretched belly
🏠 eating at home before meeting friends, then acting starved as you order—hoping no one notices how ballooned your belly ends up by the end
💫 feeling your stomach actively churning and gurgling, stretched to its absolute limit, yet still considering just one more bite because "it’s already this full, what difference will it make?"
🧋 feeling really thirsty but unable to sip even a bit of water because you'll just burst right away
🍒 finishing a portion meant for two, then leaning back as your belly, now doubled in size, presses firmly against the table
🫧 swallowing air on top of an already full stomach, feeling it pushing further outwards
📍 wearing slimming underwear that's hugging your stuffed middle tightly, making you feel like you're on the line between hurt and comfort
Another old one that i'm recycling here. I had a story idea years ago, very likely insired by an early post by @thegreedyofficefatty, about a boss getting off on fattening his tubby secretary. Yes I know, never been done before. It's a cliché because it works, right? (also I was young and not very subtle lol) Anyway, never got round to making it a proper story. So here’s what I have:
The young girl pauses at the top of the stairs, flushed and breathless, clutching her bag against her heaving tummy. A tummy that is a bit too large for a girl her age. And a bit too full for this time of day. A box of cake had greeted her at her desk this morning. A token of appreciation from the boss. He’s generous that way. Despite his disparaging remarks about fat girls in general and her own round tummy in particular, she suspects he likes to see her eat well. The way he eyes her swelling tummy during lunch, or the amount of treats he rewards her with for her hard work. Unfortunately she makes it way too easy for him…
She can feel the cake, the entire thing, sitting heavy in her distended stomach. She hadn’t been able to stop before devouring the whole thing, despite a copious breakfast. She can’t help herself. And he notices. “Ease up on the chockies there girl, that skirt is working overtime” he’ll say, or “Been treating ourselves, have we?” while giving her sides a little pat. He’ll hand her a box of donuts: “Now don’t eat them all at once, you’ve got quite enough insulation as it is.” ... To her colleagues, pointing out how she never buttons her suit jacket anymore: "Better watch what you eat girls, you think missy here always carried this little drum in front of her?" ... Or to the union rep: “Do my girls look like they need a pay raise? Look at this one, any more pampering and you’d think she’s expecting.” She hates it but she can’t seem to lose weight. And she wants to keep her job.
She smooths out her skirt and attempts to suck in her belly. No chance. The skirt has a tendency to ride up and it certainly doesn’t help that it sits tighter than it used to. Oh well. She mentally prepares for a cruel remark or two. One more deep breath and she knocks on the boss’ door. He’s in a crunch and needs her to work through lunch. It’ll do her good, avoid the temptation, she thinks. Then her eyes fall on the feast laid out on the side table. He’s watching. “If I’m ruining your lunch break I might as well make it worth your while… you’re not one to turn down a good feed are you dear? Any room left in that tummy of yours?”
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Oh how she hates those stairs…
She's been indulging in "working lunches" with the boss for a while now, and it's showing. The tight pencil skirt can barely contain her full round tummy. Her fat breasts are straining at the buttons of her blouse. She's breathless from lugging her heavy frame up the stairs to her office. Her co-workers snicker and whisper about her increased bulk.
Her swollen ballbelly is sure to warrant a slap and a poke from the boss, and she'll giggle obligingly, and push her blubber ever so slightly up against him. She'll pretend she just hasn't gotten used to how much space her tum takes up. She knows he likes this game they're playing. He'll tell her that his wife is concerned, it’s not good for his image, such a tubby secretary. The wife thinks he should curb her appetite. 'What, with the box of donuts you sent me this morning?', she'll whisper.
He likes making her show his wife around if she ever shows up. His elegant and thin and supremely bored wife, who eyes her heavy gut with obvious disdain. If he knows she's coming he'll give the fat girl a treat first, and watch her struggle to hide her glutted state as she bends to hand his wife her tiny bitter black coffee. She knows they talk about her as soon as she leaves. And she knows she's in for a stern talking-to about letting herself go as soon as the wife leaves.
Most days he's content with reminding her himself what a fat little butterball she's turned into.
He'll pretend to measure if her gut's gotten bigger again (it has and he knows it. He knows how, too). Just an excuse to cop a feel of her packed tummy. A casual squeeze of her plump tits. She'll playfully slap his hand away. He doesn't like being thwarted. He'll grab her, pull her closer, push up against her tight tummy till she moans from the pressure. Remind her of her place, most men in his position wouldn't look twice at a chubby little fatty like her. She'll blush and nod and agree…
He'll call for an early lunch, order masses of food, then call her to his office. He loves playing the generous boss, only the best for the employees in his care. Oh she loves eating, so she'll play along, giggling and fluttering her lashes, and moaning with pleasure at every bite she swallows. Make sure he gets a good eyeful of her heaving cleavage, as she breathes heavier with increasing fullness.
He'll stuff her silly, so much so she'll have to unzip her painfully tight skirt, she'll make a show of it, moan how tight it is, slowly peel it off, leaving him free range to grope and prod her giant gut, only to finally heave her onto his desk, her naked mound of a belly rising before him. She'll hear his belt buckle clink, and then he'll really fill her up.
Come to think of it, maybe the stairs are the smallest of her problems right now…
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She’s ballooned. She’s too fat to even pretend she still works. He’s filled her up till her clothes burst more times than she can count, and now she's too fat to take notes, and breathless from the weight of her giant packed gut. He doesn’t even bother setting up ‘working lunches’ any more. She’s his and she’ll eat. He teases her, slaps her naked barrel of a tummy, knowing full well that he's the reason she's overeaten to the point of morbid obesity.
She's sprawling on his desk, resting. No chair would fit her, let alone withstand her mass. She’s glutted senseless. Completely, utterly sated. Just aware enough to give the boss what he wants. He likes to grope her rolls of fat and her painfully distended potbelly under her tight blouse and skirt. She can barely keep herself propped up on her elbows, her tummy's way too large, and packed tight as a drum. But she makes the effort. She knows he likes seeing her like that, massive triple chin competing for space with her fat cleavage, pushed up by that mountain of a tummy. Likes to watch her struggle as he forces the last bites down her gullet… hear her whimper as he jabs at her overblown stomach. Feel the release when he finally peels of her clothes… or when the seams rip.
She can’t remember what she wants more. Him. Food. More food.
god i just love how a tummy looks after its been stuffed. how solid it is , and how it stretches out around the sheer amount of food, and how it fills out your clothes in a way thats impossible to ignore... its so attractive dear god
It really depends on my mood but chicken tender meals, cheesy fries, and pizza are always an easy go-to. Any any desserts, I definitely have a sweet tooth.
