widenmyhips roleplays

23. backup and roleplay account for @widenmyhips. nsfw. EVERYTHING HERE IS STRICTLY FANTASY

[mywidenedhips]

hey y’all, this account was originally a backup account for my main @widenmyhips. while it will still be a backup account, I am pondering also using it as a roleplay account. so if you are not interested in seeing my fantasies play out as if they are real, please unfollow now. thank you!!

[mywidenedhips]

send me asks embarrassing me for how big and pregnant I’ve gotten?

[mywidenedhips]

🦶, 👗, 📸

any kicks from the babies yet? yes!! just a little. very lucky to feel enough not to worry but not too much to be distracted, *yet*

go to pregnancy outfit? sweats that barely fit me and a work t-shirt I stole from my Dom 🤭🤭 no undies because they don’t fit, and only a sports bra

maternity shoot? YES 100% I am mid process of making it happen, I wanna do a cute and nature one for my family and boudoir one just for me and hubby HEHE

[mywidenedhips]

🍔, 🥒, 🎉, 🎨

oooh ooh oooh

🍔 my biggest pregnancy craving?? oreos 🤤🤤 before I was a casual enjoyer and really only of double stuffed but now I keep at least one box of each kind on hand at all times for snacking. I’m obsessed

🥒 my weirdest food combo was probably cream cheese on ritz crackers with peanut butter. not TOO weird but not a usual snack either, lol

🎉 most excited for after giving birth? holding my little babies in my arms!!

🎨 i have too many diy projects on the brain to count, so for now i’ll just say my diy is making my own babies hehe

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🫃Pregnancy Meme Asks🤰

Send 🍔 for "What’s your pregnancy craving?"

Send 🛌 for "How much are you sleeping these days?"

Send 🍼 for "What’s the cutest baby item you’ve bought (or seen)?"

Send 🥒 for "What’s the weirdest food combo you’ve wanted?"

Send 🦶 for "Have you experienced baby kicks yet?"

Send 🎵 for "What’s your baby bump playlist?"

Send 👗 for "What’s your go-to pregnancy outfit?"

Send 🤰 for "Do you have a name picked out yet?"

Send 🩺 for "What’s been the best (or worst) advice from doctors?"

Send 🎉 for "What are you most excited about post-baby?"

Send 🧸 for "Do you have a theme for the nursery?"

Send 🧋 for "What drink have you missed the most during pregnancy?"

Send 🎂 for "Did you (or will you) do a gender reveal?"

Send 📖 for "Are you reading any parenting books?"

Send 🛒 for "What’s the most unnecessary thing you’ve bought so far?"

Send 🍩 for "What’s your go-to comfort snack?"

Send 🕰️ for "Are you counting down the days or enjoying the ride?"

Send 📸 for "Are you planning a maternity photoshoot?"

Send 🎁 for "What’s on your baby shower wishlist?"

Send 🎨 for "Are you planning any DIY baby projects?"

[mywidenedhips]

quick question: at what point is spoiling too much? like it’s concerning? I love my Dom so much, and I’m so lucky to have him, but between the dinners and the treats and the spa treatments and the new tech and the delivery it’s just so much! I just feel…worried, about it in some way. I’m not sure why. Should I be worried? And if so, how do I bring it up to him without seeming ungrateful? let me know in the asks.

(fake RP situation)

[mywidenedhips]

i’ve always been a bit spoiled, desperate for attention. and this is definitely a kind of spoiling.

the way he’ll look at something, take a spoonful of it with such care, and put it to my lips. rarely ever forcing, just…offering. encouraging. following up with the sweetest praise i’ve ever heard, so i’m drooling for more of both - the food and his words. he gives both so tenderly.

even as my body has grown, the way he touches it can’t help but inspire such awe and wonder, his fingertips gliding over the new, soft fat.

i wish i hated it more than i do.

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he says i’m his cute little project. it’s only fair, isn’t it? i do so little around the house, just the chores and cleaning and the occasional errands, while he’s out making the money, paying the bills, buying things for me, working hard. eating the food he gives me is the least i can do. most of the time i believe it, but sometimes, when i stand in front of the mirror, and see my puffy, swollen body, i wonder if it’s really fair. by the time i’m ready to ask, he’s already got the funnel up and running, waiting for me. who am i to disagree with him?

[mywidenedhips]

followers,

it would be easier if I hated it all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I do hate it, most of time. But I also really like it.

The food, of course, can be really good, when it’s not constant greasy fast food fare. I’ve had a sweet tooth for as long as I can remember, and now he buys me boxes of Sees Candies that used to last me months, now to be eaten in a couple days. And I’ve always hated working. I have an overactive mind that he does need to keep busy, but waking up early, following directions, keeping a schedule, I hated that. Now I get to sleep whenever and for however long I want.

But the thing I like the most is his attention. A constant drip, reliable as the sunset and sunrise. I love it. Love the way he talks to me, takes care of all of my needs, dotes on me so lovingly. He’s so thorough in the way he plans for me, takes care of me, makes decisions for me, that sometimes I forget I could do that by myself. It’s just easier to give it up. He chooses what I eat, when I exercise (I don’t), how much food is too much food. He chooses what I order, when my clothes are officially too tight, when it’s time for us to go home so I don’t waste a single calorie too much.

it seems like it takes me longer and longer to get uncomfortable with him making all my decisions for me.

I worry one day I simply won’t care at all.

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he says i should be grateful my tummy sticks out. makes me look young, he says, because you can see i used to be skinny.

i think i look ridiculous, my potbelly stuck out in front of me like i’m arching my back. it enters the room before i do. my round (formerly little) beer belly. it’s jiggly. it’s so fucking round, i can’t stand it.

Master says i should just wait until i get stretchmarks.

[mywidenedhips]

oh god, you guys…

I can’t even tell you what he’s done to me.

it’s gotten so much worse. He doesn’t even let me see the measurements anymore, so I have to look at myself in the mirror and guess. He says he likes it better that way.

But I can see it. I think anyone could see it. My stomach is round. Like I’m pregnant, but only if it wasn’t so soft. He tells me it’s like the world’s finest pillow, buttery soft. All I can feel is how heavy it is. When I look down I can see it, but it’s mostly blocked by my tits, filling up my vision. They’re soft, but flabby, sagging even more than before. And my chin…chins don’t help. I didn’t realize that you could change your face so rapidly, I thought faces fattened slowly. But mine is positively cherubic, and I’ve only been here…3 months? 4?

It would be so much easier if the feedings weren’t so heavenly. Most of the time. But I can’t get into that tonight, my fingers are getting tired from all the typing.

need a breather. talk to you later.

[mywidenedhips]

dear followers:

i’m getting fatter.

i looked at myself in the mirror today, and for the first time, i couldn’t deny it. it isn’t just water weight, or bloating, or the cut of my jeans. it’s fat.

when i signed on to this contract, to stay in the apartment for free, and possibly have my student loans paid off, i thought it was because my Master wanted a live in BDSM sub, something like Fifty Shades of Grey. the clause about controlling my food, i reasoned, was just so he could keep me in shape, order for me at restaurants.

looking at myself now, i still can’t believe the truth. that he’s keeping me as his pet to purposefully fatten me up.

oh god. he doesn’t have a private chef, never found the reason to need a stranger poking around in his kitchen, especially when he’s such a good cook himself. he asked me for all of my favorite dishes, just so i would finish them, even if the portion sizes were enormous. the snacks didn’t help either, when he sent me out to do the shopping, an extra $50 in my pocket just for me to buy whatever i wanted that wasn’t on the list. once he found out my weakness for soda, he refused to let me buy anything else to drink. besides alcohol, of course. the mini bar is kept well stocked, but he likes when i have beer.

and now…fuck, now i’m seeing why. my belly was soft before but now it has weight. it’s pushing out from my shirt, and i can even see the divot of my belly button. my thighs are chafed red, not used to rubbing together this much. and is that…oh god, my chin. my chins. god, fuck. i’m gonna cry. i gotta go.

hopefully i’m not heavier by the time i sign on again.