Love getting fatter @mithosmars - Tumblr Blog

There isn’t a goal weight. There’s just growing.

🐷

thatguywhofedme-deactivated2026

Couldn’t have said it better myself 😍

The only thing a good piggy needs to keep on growing is the perfect feeder by their side who’s 100% devoted to become your caretaker

With all the fattening food that comes with such devotion of course 😘

merinqueflavoredgirlblog

Im curious 👀👀

doggosource

sss-drake

Id like to show you all something.

Yes indeed no nudity but you can find all the discriminatory and hate speech you want!

But wait, the icing on the cake…

…really? Do i need even say anything.

taboolicious-deactivated2018121

since this place is going down the shitter, why not reblog this?

honedperfection

December 17th - a rescue plan

Some good news, I’ve been talking to two developers now and got them working together, we just had a meeting with the guys behind an existing large (millions of users) site similar to Tumblr, with a vibrant and open-minded community, and more importantly, it has open-minded owners who believe in free speech. They think we can get something done here to rescue the whole community.

I’m not allowed to reveal the site name yet. I can tell you it’s mainstream, open to everyone, open-minded and welcoming. (It’s not WordPress or any site owned by Facebook or Twitter. It’s not Pillowfort, that’s in closed beta. It’s not Ello, that’s mainly for artists. It’s not kinkspace or fetlife, those are too specialist. It’s not jux, that seems to be closed. It’s not Soup, that seems still in development and too small.)

One of the reasons for delaying the announcement for next few days is they don’t want a “land grab” where people take the names of current popular Tumblr users over there (cyber squatting). So they are looking at ways for existing Tumblr users to keep the same names on the new site.

More info over the days to come.

The plan is, broadly:

1. By December 9th, announcement of the new site and how to secure your username there

2. By December 10th, an online tool for bloggers to copy their existing content to the new site automatically, with the same tags and captions.

3. Bloggers will need to copy their content across between December 10th and December 17th if they want to use the automatic tool.

4. My understanding is that after December 17th there will be no public access to any “flagged” posts on Tumblr, but the original poster will still be able to see the flagged post (for a short time at least). Therefore, the original poster may still be able to manually download a post to their own PC or phone, after December 17th, and manually upload it to the other site. But if you have lots of posts that will take a long time, it will be better to use the automatic tool before December 17th.

Please understand that these dates are approximate and may change for technical or other reasons.

There may be a few rough edges or not so perfect looking site design on the transfer tool. Everyone is doing their best. The main goal here is to help as many people as possible preserve access to their content, in the short space of time Tumblr has allowed us, and preserve as much as possible of the Tumblr community spirit somewhere new.

The new site will cater for photo, GIF, text and html posts. It will not offer video and audio posts, due to cost reasons - maybe in future, but for now you will need to preserve video and audio content yourself in some other place.

If your Tumblr blog has a mixture of original content and reblogs, or all reblogs, all of that can be copied over to the new site. Reblogs will become “your” original content if nobody else posted them yet, otherwise they will be shown as reblogs. The devs are looking at ways to preserve attribution of reblogs back to the original Tumblr poster, if that person also moves to the new site.

Important: your Likes cannot be copied from Tumblr to the new site. You will have to go find the same posts again on the new site, and like them afresh.

(Similarly, existing reblog comments, asks, messages and other user interaction on Tumblr cannot be copied to the new site - that’s just too much to do, in the short time available.)

If you want to preserve any of your existing Liked posts on Tumblr, you will need to either: (1) download the post to your own PC, or: (2A) reblog it now to your own Tumblr blog, and then (2B) use the automatic tool, before December 17th, to move your whole Tumblr blog across to the new site.

If you have Liked a lot of posts here on Tumblr, the gridllr.com webapp should be able to help you do steps 1 and 2A quickly, I mean download or reblog.

(Someone complained to me today about the appearance of Gridllr on a phone. It’s best to use Gridllr on a PC, Mac or Tablet with a large screen.)

If you have liked a post here on Tumblr and the original poster decides to delete it, or even to delete their entire blog, some time before December 17th, then that post will be permanently lost. So if you want to be sure to preserve any of your Liked posts, you should best download or reblog as soon as possible. If it’s reblogged to your own blog it is safe from deletion, at least for next few days.

Obviously, you will lose access, after December 17th, to all past posts you have liked, if Tumblr has flagged them as NSFW. Again, the steps (1), or (2A) and (2B) covered above will be the only way to hold on to these posts.

gosweetheartedgirl

Oh I so hope this works. It would be great to get this out so we can try to get as many people as possible all back in one place and not split up all over different platforms.

Please reblog

1-sadistic-lover

Here’s hoping

chucklestaba

here’s hoping for this back-up plan.

chubstermike

I am so grateful for you guys. Videos allowed at some point would be so awesome too. Great work you guys are doing. Thanks you.

obct3

The Thiccn Recipe

I’m not selling gainer shakes anymore, so here’s the recipe:

In an 8 oz cup/shaker:

2 scoop of protein powder (I was able to find cheap pea and soy protein on bulksupplements.com). 4 Tablespoons Corn Syrup 4 Tablespoons Canola Oil 4 Tablespoons flavoring (I would use torani syrups, or hersheys syrup) Fill the rest with water (or liquid of your choice) and mix.

#weight gain shake

porcobruno

An Evening at Chili’s

“So you remember what you are supposed to do, right piggy?”

You are too nervous and your stomach is kind of upset. This shirt hasn’t fit you in weeks and your pants are digging uncomfortably into your underbelly. You don’t want to do this, but your Feeder has had this fantasy for you for a while now and you can’t possibly disappoint her again, you are not sure you can handle that again. Suddenly she grabs your exposed belly violently and makes you look her in the eye.

“Piggy!? Where are you at? Did you hear what I said? Are you ignoring me?” She is in no mood to repeat herself so you simply nod. You remember the plan, its been swimming around in your mind all night and day.

“Yes Miss, I remember what you said” you reply, too embarrassed to look her in the eye, but not brave enough to look away.

“Good Piggy,” she lets go of your exposed belly and gently pats where the red hand mark is, “I don’t like being mean to you piggy, but you need to learn.”

You simply nod in agreement as she begins to exit the vehicle. “Remember, give me five minutes to get comfortable then you come in.” She blows one last kiss your way, then heads inside. You are sweating profusely, partially from the heat, mostly from the nerves. Your tight, white shirt stained in sweat and barely clinging to your body. You stare at the clock and wait exactly five minutes before you begin to slowly lift your bulk out of the car. You never thought it would ever be this hard to get out of a car before, but you also never thought you would be this gargantuan. You finally heave yourself from the car and begin the slow waddle around the building. She parked behind the restaurant so you would have to walk maximum distance to the door, past all the open windows, dropping jaws the whole way. You try not to glance at them as you walk by, but you feel their gazes burning upon you. A quick glance confirms yours fears as everyone near the windows stares at you in awe and disgust. You revert your eyes back to the ground as you open the front door. You know what is expected of you next.

You look around the restaurant, its packed. She knew the dinner rush would be busy, but you held out hope it would remain slow. You see her seated in the corner and, you assume per her request, you see an empty table about ten feet away from her. That is your stage tonight. As the teenage hostess approaches you, trying her best not to stare or laugh, you mention to her how you have to sit at that table. When she looks at you inquisitively you make up a story about not fitting in a booth; while not a lie, its not the reason. She relents and grabs a menu, then leads you on your walk of shame through the busy grouping of tables, past numerous couples and families, most laughing and remarking under their breath. You fall behind the hostess and she awaits you to finally reach your table, seated in the middle of everyone and in perfect view of your feeder. You ask the hostess to hold your hands for balance as you lower your bulk in the chair. Obviously disgusted, but too nice to cause a scene, she holds her hands out as you lower your bulk. You only pray you can move before the nights over. The hostess sets the menu down and quickly retreats back to the entrance, happy to get away from you. You stare across the room to your feeder. You see she is enjoying a nice salad and glass of water. She smirks at you and lifts the tip of her nose at you, mimicking a pig nose. You begin to get so horny under all your flab, but you start to sweat bullets too. You knows eyes are upon you and you see a waitress approaching the table.

“She is stunning,” You think to yourself, “Why does she have to be stunning?”

“Hello, woa-welcome to Chili’s. Can I get you anything to drink?”

This is just the beginning of your night.

Per your feeders orders you place your phone on the table within arms reach. You straighten out your shirt and you begin your order. “Y-yes. May I please have a triple Chocolate milkshake and one of every appetizer p-please.” Stunned and left speechless, The waitress looks around, “Excuse me?.”

“Please, the milkshake and appetizers please. All of them.”

She cant believe it but she writes down your order and leaves. You want to keep your eyes down but you can feel your feeders gaze. Your phone goes off, with the pig oink notification tone your feeder put on today. Nearby people look your way at the sound and begin to snicker or leer in shame. You dread to look, but you know your orders. You pick up your phone and see a simple message:

“Did you see her face pig!? LOLOL you are quite the show arent you? Better give them their moneys worth hog. Make me proud ;)”

You look over to your feeder and see her laughing to herself, her hand below the table. You are snapped out your embarrassment by a different waiter bringing you your milkshake. “Enjoy it,” he says as he hands it to you, “You fucking Pig,” you hear him mutter under his breath as he turns and walks away. You grow bright red in the face and slowly sip your milkshake as you wait for your food. Your phone oinks again:

“Finish that before your food comes >:)”

You don’t even look over, you take a deep breath and chug the shake down in one go. Some of it misses your mouth and dribbles unto your shirt. You cant hold it back, as a burp slips your lips. The people around you shake their heads in disappointment while one woman gets up and heads to the bathroom, obviously too disgusted to watch you anymore.

Before long your appetizers arrive, carried by two waiters who fill the entire table with food. They don’t even say anything as your belly lets out a loud gurgle of approval at the assortment in front of you. You know what your orders are, you thank them and begin to dig in. Its all so wonderful, and your nerves begin to calm as the food enters your mouth. You cant help but moan in bliss as the wonderful, greasy treats almost bypass your teeth as they make their way to your gut. You continue for what feels like a flicker in time as you realize the intense pressure in your gut. You look down and see that two buttons had popped off in your fervor and your gut is exposed even further. Your food stained face looks around and notices some people have left, but everyone who remain are staring your way. One man nearby with his family even leans in and asks, “Excuse me, but can you fucking control yourself? My daughter doesn’t need to see this, we are trying to enjoy ourselves.” You merely look downwards in shame and continue on.

Your not sure how much time has passed, but by the time all the appetizers are gone you are absolutely stuffed as the waitress brings your bill over. “Excuse me miss, I-I’m not done yet. I’d like to order dinner now.” Her eyes almost pop out of her head at the request, but she pulls out her notepad and tries to be polite. “I would like the steak entrée, medium rare, with a baked potato, extra butter, and instead of vegetables id like a side of fries. I would also like your bacon cheeseburger, medium, no lettuce, tomato, or onion. Extra cheese. I would like your chicken tender meal, and I would like a side of cheese fries as well.” You persevere through the order as she simply writes down everything and leaves. You are relieved to be alone, relatively, and begin to rub your overstuffed gut to try and make as much room as possible. You are fearful of how you can possibly fit anymore in, but you know you don’t have a choice. Your interrupted by your phone oinking again. With a feeling of both shame and desire you read the message:

“You are doing amazing Hog. I came twice watching you pop those buttons and make a fool of yourself. Did you even notice how many people moved their seats or were you too entranced? Haha you fucking pathetic blob. Keep it up lardass, I’ll be watching ;)”

With both shame and pride you glance up at your feeder, she is smilingly devilishly at you, her hand below the table. She gives you a wink and motions behind you. You struggle to turn, but eventually see a group of waiters and waitresses with the hostess. They are all talking amongst themselves, looking directly at you and laughing. Two of the chicks make the pig nose gesture describing you amongst the others as one of the waiters imitates your over exaggerated walk from earlier. Your phone vibrates again and you turn around to see:

“Three times <3”

You simply look down at the empty plates as two busboys come to clear the table. You don’t have the heart to look at them and let them do their business in silence. During your ordeal someone must have brought yet another shake for you. You feel some room being made in your gut and begin to slowly sip on it as you await the next battle.

You are greeted by a couple of the workers who were making fun of you as they bring your food. The table once again covered and one of the waitresses leans close and presents you with a glass full of white liquid, “Don’t worry sir, we brought you extra ranch. We put it in a glass for you to consume easier.” They snicker amongst each other as you set it aside and begin to dig into the meal, starting with the steak. The steak was cooked exquisitely and you are simply in heaven again as soon as it touches your tongue. You alternate your steak and potato bites with whole chicken strips and forkfuls of cheese fries. Its all amazing, and you cant help yourself. Pretty soon another button pops off, clinking wildly around your feet. Your belt is unbearable and you receive permission from your feeder to unbuckle it. As soon as the notch is off, the cascade of lard that is your belly juts forward violently, jiggling in the open. You hear a couple people drop their forks in disgust and immediately request their bill. You pay no mind and continue through the delicious cuisine. The greasy, delectable confections quickly stretch your belly outwardly in all directions as you approach the end of your meals. You have to take it extra slow by the last third of your meal. It isn’t long before you feel the last button give as your entire belly is exposed, taut and firm. You cant continue, you simply cant. As soon as you set your fork down you hear your phone:

“Don’t you even THINK about it pig. EAT. NOW!!!”

You cant look her in the face. You cant face that shame again. You close your eyes and begin to rub your belly with both hands, simply trying to find some room to finish. Your phone goes off again:

“DON’T MAKE ME ASK TWICE”

You dare not push your luck. You survey the remainder. A third of the burger, two bites of steak, some cheese fries, and a chicken tender and a half. You take a deep breath a push onward.

Its absolute torture, the pain is indescribable, but the food is just too good. You are still drooling between bites as the last of the burger passes your lips. You cant help it, but you let out gas here and there, giving you some glorious room in your gut, but emptying the remainder of the tables and booths near you. Once most people are gone you grow at ease and suffer through the last few bites. As the last bite is swallowed you lean back as best you can and let out a loud belch. You cant help but pant as another woman approaches you. You can make out her tag, “Karen Carpenter, Manager.” She is statuesque, blond, a little chubby, but in all the right places. “Excuse me sir, but we need to close up. You have to go.”

“Close!?” You think to yourself, “How long have I been here?” Before you know it the manager leans in close to you ear, “She was right, you really can eat piggy.” You meet eyes with her and she gives you a slight smirk and wink. You know she has to be her friend. “Ill go get your bill sir.” She walks away, purposefully sauntering her hips as she walks away. Your phone vibrates as you try to relieve the pressure in your gut:

“6 and counting Pig ;)”

The waitress approaches your table, holding your bill and a small plate. She sets a large piece of chocolate cake in front of you, “Courtesy of the woman across the way.” She leans in close again, “Don’t worry, its on the house.” She gives you a quick peck on the cheek and she walks back toward her staff. “Once he’s done we will close, in the meantime start cleaning up everyone.”

You look down at the plate. You cant, you just can’t……resist. Before you even realize a large mouthful enters your mouth and is gone. You eat bite after bite, groaning loudly in pain and ecstasy after each taste. You hear your feeder approaching, leaving while the crew cleans up. As she passes you she leans close, and rubs her hand under your nose. You can smell her juices and she simply whispers, “seven,” in your ear. This is the last straw, you grab the last chunk of cake bare fisted and shove it all in your mouth, sending fudge and crumbs all over your face and shirt. The manager approaches to take the plate, “I cant believe how much you ate hog, she wasn’t kidding. Don’t worry, she took care of everything. I hope you enjoyed it, I know I did.” She gives one last wink and loudly declares, “Alright sir, you have to go. Now! You’ve had plenty.” She tries to lift you on your feet, but its no good. She calls over the waitress and hostess to help lift you from under your arms. It takes numerous tries but you finally get to your feet, full, heavy, and exhausted. You begin to waddle, even more exaggerated than before, out the front door and slowly trudge your way behind the building. You see your feeder standing by the passenger door, ready to help you in. As soon as you get close she leaps unto you and plants a huge loving kiss on your lips.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that Lardass.” She opens the passenger door and helps you get into the car. You don’t remember it being so snug. You smell something sweet as she enters the drivers seat. “You smell the dessert don’t you pig? Did you really think id let you have all the fun? Just wait until we get home, you are gonna be squealing for me before I’m done with you.” She plants another kiss on your lips and grabs a handful of belly. Dread flows through you as you grow hornier than you’ve ever been. You lean back in your seat as she begins the drive home.

Yo dude saw your post. I’m a fellow Seattle feedist. Hope you’re doing well!

Thanks! I am doing well. Finally gaining again. Nice to meet you, there aren't enough of us around here.

chubbydood

Calling All Feederism Blogs

Just wanna make some friends so reblog if you are into feederism or are running a blog related so I can follow you. Also please message me! I’m totally down to chit chat.

peneloperouge

When

Your arm fat hangs sloppily over your elbows.

Your thighs have stretched the fabric of your jeans to the point of ripping.

Your belly bulges out so far it becomes hard to get up.

Your fingers are so swollen your hand won’t fully close anymore.

Your chin has buried your neck with soft flab.

Your ankles are no longer visable.

Your ass is a disproportionate globular mess.

You can no longer control your appetite.

You can no longer get out of bed.

I know my job is done 😈

bone-and-brawn

when the pussy so fat it bulges out the sides of her panties… 👌🏿👌🏿👌🏿

cococream

I feel seen

ellefeeder

The Mansion: A day in the life (Part 1)

I wake up at the five in the morning because it is my shift to cook breakfast for everyone. I put on my minimal, revealing, far too tight clothing, and walk from the quarters in the basement up to the kitchen. The clothing fit when I joined, but due to calorie quotas and delicious food, it has not fit for months. My overhang protrudes out the front, the already short shorts are constrained by my love handles, hips, and ass. I am just thankful I am not like the other pigs. There is no upsizing in clothing. If it is too tight to wear at all it or it rips, the pig must wear no clothing, or at least that is what the contract states. I may pass by the odd submissive who is too big for his original clothing on my way to the kitchen, reduced to no clothes at all. Some may have an overhang that covers their cock, but that is a mixture between a blessing and a curse. On one side, their shrinking cock may not be revealed for others to see, but the more cruel hearted feeders may point and laugh at him. I am just thankful I am not quite there yet, but the buttons are getting close to popping. Within a matter of weeks I will be. It may even be when I have my required breakfast. I feel a weird mixture of horniness and fear at the thought. The feelings are always intermixed these days.

When I arrive at the kitchen I see other submissive pigs there. Some are so broken that they nearly drool at the sight of the bacon, eggs, bologna, biscuits, cinnamon rolls, donuts, waffles, pancakes, gravy, and other delicious treats. I try not to think about it and man my station. I was assigned the bacon shift this morning. I have nearly an entire stove top just for the bacon. The bacon shift is always the hardest. I have to find the right amount of cooked for each Miss and remember how each Miss wants her bacon done. If I cook too much overly done or under done for a Miss’s liking I will be punished. I try to remember how each Miss likes it as I prepare the pans. Four huge pans in total stretch out in front of me. The pigs’ bacon comes first as they will eat anything. The Misses always get the more recent and warm bacon. I fill each pan with bacon, but even still this is only the first batch for the pigs. As the temperature starts rising the occasional pop of bacon grease hits my body. I am just thankful that most of it hits my shirt and shorts and think about the day where I will be forced to do this naked.

As they become more and more done I find myself staring at the food longingly. “God,” I mumble to myself, “I cannot wait for breakfast…” My hand moves to the spatula and when I flip the bacon I fight myself not to eat it. “… It’s safe to eat…” I think, “Maybe just a quick bite…” I snap myself out of it and get back to work. Am I really becoming just like the others? Has the trancing, training, and binging really affected me that much?

I finish with my shift after nearly an hour. The early birds are starting to wake up, and I have dozens of plates of thick bacon in front of me. I separate out the bacon for us and the bacon for the Miss’ into different sections. My job is done, and finally it is time for one of us to distribute out the food into our individual carts and present them to our dominants. I was fortunate enough to have Miss Elle oversee my growth and training. She is generally merciful but has a heart of fire for those who disappoint her. I wheel the cart to her room.

The cart is no bigger than a cart used for room service at a hotel, in fact, it likely is one from a hotel. I knock on her door gently and move to enter her room. Her room is sweetly furnished with large recliners, her king sized bed, a few sets of beautiful drawers, along with a walk in closet to the left. When I enter I notice that she is still sweetly dreaming. As the rules state, I push the cart in quietly, take a seat, and wait another ten minutes for her to awaken. Any more and the food may get cold. I try not to think about the cart and food while I wait. After only a few minutes she wakes up naturally from the smell. I am just thankful I did not have to wake her up myself. I am always scared that I may say the wrong thing or disturb her from a particularly good dream. “Miss Elle, breakfast is here.” I say softly as I bring her her plate. It is ornate and small with some scrambled eggs, a cinnamon roll, and a few bacon strips cooked to her liking. Miss Elle softly responds “Good work, piggy, and who is the rest of that cart for?” I look at the ground. “It is for piggy, Miss Elle.” She chuckles a little and says “All of that for you? That is at least ten full plates!” I blush and try not to stutter when I say, “Piggy is always hungry, and he has to grow for you.” She leads on and responds, “Because piggy wants to be…” I keep my composure and end her statement “A fat loser, Miss Elle.”

“Carry on then, fatty, but only after I finish… I want to watch you with my undivided attention.” She continues on smiling. My stomach rumbles in protests. I have been starving for hours. I nod and obey. I watch her eat her small portions slowly, enjoying every bite. “You piggies really know how to cook, no wonder you are all so big… I’m just thankful I have some restraint…” She teases. After minutes that feel like an eternity, she finishes and I take her plates and utensils and thank her. “Now… Go… Eat.” She says after I put her plate back on the cart.

I immediately grab the full plate of bacon, after all I have been eyeing it for over an hour. They are stacked up messily on a much larger plate. The plate is much less ornate, it is gray, large, and clearly used heavily. I sit back down into the chair with the plate resting on my lap. I tear into and nearly eat an entire strip in one bite as I grab another, and another. Twenty four inch long strips are gone in a matter of minutes. I frantically go for an entire plate of scrambled eggs, eating as fast as I can with my bare hands. I repeat this for all of the meats and end on the cinnamon rolls and donuts. No meal is complete without a dessert, at least in this house. The plate is even larger than the others on a special extra large dessert plate. Covering the entire surface are cinnamon rolls drowned in icing, and above that are six donuts. I am beginning to lose steam, and Miss Elle notices that “I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep… Going…. NOW.” She begins sweetly with a harsh commanding tone at the end. I force each of the pastries into my fat face.

I immediately close my eyes and drop the plate. My body is putting an insane amount of pressure on my tight clothing. I feel it gripping onto my body ready to burst at any moment. Miss Elle lets me sit in this feeling for a moment then says, “Aww, Piggy, you missed a spot” I opened my eyes to see her pointing at the plate still in front of me. At the bottom of the plate there is still icing residue. I look at her bewildered. “Lick… it… up. We can’t afford to lose a single calorie, can we piggy?” I hesitate for only a second, “No, Miss Elle, we can’t.” I lick the plate without hesitation, the sweetness making me feel euphoric.

I go back and nearly drift into a food coma. Miss Elle interrupts my near slumber state, “You forgot one crucial thing, Piggy, you must be parched, I bet you want a shake don’t you?” My clothes are straining so hard that they might burst, I hold back the pain from my voice and say “Of course! Piggy is… always in the mood for a shake.” Miss Elle laughs and says “Good, Good boy, go fetch it then!” I leave and head to the kitchen trying to not groan or turn my strides into a full waddle.

When I get there I grab one of the glasses for gainer shakes, a 44 oz. cup. I pour in an entire pint of heavy whipping cream and top the rest off with chocolate milk. I know better than to take a sip before I return, she wants to see the entire glass being finished. When I return Miss Elle has already gotten out of bed. She is half dressed. I don’t very often get to see her nude, and if I do it is only casual rather than sexual. Even still, seeing her button up her nearly see through light blue top excites some part of me. She goes to pull up her dark blue jeans and I make sure to look away. She already knows I love the way she looks, it is just out of respect to not be lustful and look away. She glances at me after she pulls up her jeans and smiles, looking into the glass. “Oh, yes, nice and creamy… Drink up big boy, you have to keep your strength up.” My stomach feels like it may explode, but I just have to knock it back. I try to force it down without thinking about it, and after I do I collapse from exhaustion.

I drift in and out of consciousness, trying to resist the food coma I have coming on. I hear bits and pieces of her teasing in this nearly unconscious state. “Aw… Poor little piggy ate too much…” “Wow, you’re clothes are about to burst!” “Don’t worry, maybe by the end of the day you’ll be free from those constraints… All we have to do is push a little harder… And there is still so much time left in the day, Piggy…” After that, I fully succumb to my exhaustion, sleeping sprawled out on the floor leaning against the chair.

The funny thing is… this is only breakfast.

prettyshinypenny-deactivated202

Cannot wait to read the next parts ❤🐖🥞

triiicorder-deactivated20181228

Ok, we can call it even. But if you “improve” any more you won’t be able to post these side by side pics. You’re going to need the entire landscape orientation to fit your belly a photo.

And what happens when I run out of room on landscape? Eeek.

mithosmars

Thanks gods new phones are coming out with wide-angled front cameras. They think it’s for “group selfies”, but really its for us fatties who are out growing the frame.

kissmeslowlydaddy-deactivated20

Stuffing Session

The more and more you feed me daddy the wetter my panties are gonna get. All the way up until you can see how soaked they are through my strained leggings. As you stuff the last cupcake in my mouth, my leggings split right down the center. My huge stuffed belly, 65 pounds heavier than when you got a hold of me, plops out and you finished ripping them off of my huge thighs. I looked at our table of food and see we only have 5 slices of pizza left. I moan for you as you shove the whole piece into my chubby face. Before I can get the last of the first swallowed you quickly follow with another piece. And another and so on. Before I know it were on the last peice and I can hardly breathe. You sweet talk me through each small bite. I’ve been nursing a gainer shake throughout the stuffing and instead You plug my nose and force me to drink the whole. Entire. Thing. With and extra 10,000 calories inside of me now, my bra can hardly take it. The band burst and my DD cup is officially broken. You look at me for a moment before ripping the shreds of my bra and panties off of me and hiking my leg up. You start pounding into me, my belly so full that instead of jiggling, the whole thing moves up and down as one huge pile of fat. The fast you go, the more I squeal, you can hardly contain your moans either. My pussy has ached for your cock since you fed me the first burger 2 hours ago and You’ve had a hard on since you went through McDonald’s and Kroger to get all the food. Our moans echo throughout the room. Let’s just say that neither of us got much sleep that night.

Hi guys! I know I’m not posting myself right now but maybe some of this stuff will hold you over? I’ll take writing request!!!