pixel skylines
Cosimo Galluzzi
d e v o n
will byers stan first human second
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
if i look back, i am lost
DEAR READER
Keni
Andulka
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
No title available
Sade Olutola
No title available
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
$LAYYYTER
tannertan36
Misplaced Lens Cap
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from South Africa
seen from United States
seen from Senegal
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany
seen from Mexico
@myfeedingdesire
Hey! You can call me C. This is a blog where I express my fantasies of fattening someone up among other things of that nature. Feel free to message me! If you're a minor, please go away
Kinks:
Feedism
Soft Feedism
ANR
Breast Feeding
Lactation
Force Feeding
Weight Gain
Tight/Bursting Clothes
Stretchmarks
Turn Offs:
Death Feederism
Scat
People who are dickheads
Soda bloated
Burps in ur face :3
looks like i might have grown out of one of my favorite tops, again…
Maybe we should become hopelessly addicted to food and get super fat together or something like that idk
rip to this button
tianastummy`s crazy gain
ohhai it me!!
God I love the idea of someone’s gut getting in the way as they masturbate. Can’t even touch yourself without your gut jiggling helplessly, struggling to reach… a constant reminder of how much of a larded pig you’ve turned yourself into. Endlessly stuffing yourself & gaining so much fat to the point where you can’t even reach anymore…😵💫
pls let me overfeed u ❤︎
pls let me overfeed u ❤︎
pls let me overfeed u ❤︎
pls let me overfeed u ❤︎
Sometimes I think I'm addicted to this, feeding you and making you fatter. I'm addicted to leaving you with a stuffed belly, panting and moaning while you desperately try to rub some relief on your overtaxed belly, only for me to start rubbing in small soothing circles so you can relax and slip into a food coma.
Just for me to fantasize where the next pounds will go, as I turn that pain into something more pleasurable, I wonder if your belly will be even softer, if your fat rolls will deepen, perhaps your thighs will get thicker or maybe you'll get wider. The possibilities are so many, yet they don't matter that much to me because at the end of the day, you'll be gaining weight and getting fatter, that alone brings bliss to my soul.
When the fullness goes away, I kiss and knead the softness you always carry. Joy is an understatement, your mere presence and size brings a rush of euphoria and the only thing in my mind is feeding you, doesn't need to be a stuffing session, I just need to be the one who keeps you well fed and satisfied. I only yearn to sink and drown further into this addictive feeling, you.
Such an experience being so unique and I only desire to live more of it, to be completely engulfed by that feeling and aid you in this enchanting experience. If you allow me, I'll continue with this addiction and I promise you that it's gonna be worthwhile for your waistline and I.
Sometimes I think I’m addicted to this, eating more than a normal portion, more than would feed a family of four, more than I’m used to. Feeling my skin stretch taught, finding the right place to lay my overly exerted and heavy stomach so I might slip in to a deep food coma as your hands work magic on my stretched skin
I fantasize about how the Immense amount of food I’ve consumed with your encouragement will settle on my body next. The pain turning to pleasure and leaving a wonderful layer of fresh adipose as it fades. Knowing the bloat in my belly will fade but the size really won’t. Waiting to see if we feel where the added layer settles in, to push my thighs further away, deepening my belly button, or maybe more to the roll that helps create new red stretch marks. All to be explored like a trophy to your efforts.
When the fullness fades and soft feelings turn to soft caresses. I lay in bliss knowing that you care with not just words and touch but by leaving your mark on my expanding body, my mind can only focus on growing softer for you. I need to grow soft for you and show my appreciation by staying full and satisfied. I must feed this addiction not just for you but for my self.
The unique experience it has become my life, to envelop my body in soft bliss not just for me but for you as well to experience. My waistline is your, its growths will fuel our addiction.
What a delightful thing it is when someone shares your exact thoughts, it is so beautiful when someone matches your passion down to the smallest of details and in the same wavelength.
Thank you for writing this, I'll keep it close to my heart <3
sorry, i can’t help myself
pov bug needs belly rubs
think u could take a shift rubbing my belly?
The Tube II
You never thought you'd agree to something like this, but when I suggested it you felt a flutter of excitement. You had always dreamt of the day someone finally took complete control of your predisposition to gluttony.
So you sat patiently as I tied you to a chair, soft ropes eventually keeping you in place. Your heart beginning to race. The last few months you had given into your carnal desire to stuff yourself, and of course I had encouraged you to slip. Your body had swollen from athletic to obese. Everything had grown soft and heavy. You'd slowly become more docile, unless you were hungry, at that point you were down right bratty.
You shuffled in the chair, anticipation growing from within. Tonight you're being tube fed. You gasped as I pushed the tube into your mouth, clasping the mask when it was comfortable for you. I grazed your soft belly with my hand, "Let's see if we can fill you to the brim."
I grabbed the first 3L melted ice cream container, pouring it into the tube. The sweet liquid pouring into your mouth, leaving you no choice but to swallow. The stream of ice cream feels endless, filling your gut. Slowly you feel it distending to accommodate the ridiculous amount you're being forced to swallow. A numb pain emanating from it.
But you only feel pleasure as you continue to swallow more and more as you hear me open another 3 litres of melted ice cream.
You moan through the tube as you get lost in the pleasure and pain of it all. Knowing deep down how fat you're getting and how much you're loving it all. You're a glutton at heart, so you keep swallowing.
A tale old as time
The idea of feeding someone until they're truly stuffed never fails to excite me. Putting more and more food in front of them, encouraging them to keep eating. Promises of more weight fueling their gluttony. Pleasure filled moans of pain as their stomach begins to reach capacity.
Seeing the relief wash across their face as I begin to rub their distended gut, like a zealot worshipping a deity. Whispering in their ear for them to keep eating and to not give up, telling them how proud I am of them as they stuff themselves. Eventually they can't find the energy to finish, so I hand feed them the rest of their feast until it is no more. Their stomach so incredibly taut as they struggle to move their heft, grunting as they struggle.
Their desperate glances of appreciation as I continue to rub their belly. Feeling just how tight it's become from their gorging. Thousands of calories all destined to expand their body. Knowing they're destined to grow fatter and softer from here.
- C ❤️
innocent girls that turn into mindless calorie dumpsters when they're horny>>>>>>
that one label gif
