Doctors love when you imply that they've recently gained weight or they can relate to your problems as a fat person. Especially if you couch it as a point of concern. They think it's very funny when you do this and they will smile at you for sure
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Doctors love when you imply that they've recently gained weight or they can relate to your problems as a fat person. Especially if you couch it as a point of concern. They think it's very funny when you do this and they will smile at you for sure
Every time I see fat dudes joking by letting their gut hang out in a "Haha yeah I know I'm so gross" way, I'm torn between immense pity (like, you shouldn't have to joke about your body to feel accepted, I'm sorry you feel that you have to, I hope someday you don't) and insane, nausea-inducing lust
Politically I'm on your side, you shouldn't have to make that kind of joke unless it's coming from a place of confidence, not a place of self-hatred. But sexually I see a hairy gut and I'm bent over on the sidewalk gasping and telling everyone to keep walking, I'll catch up, I just need a minute
As someone with a fat, hairy belly, I appreciate this energy.
I am full of very much Taco Bell.
Could be bigger. Still working on it.
Alright was no one going to tell me that in the middle of the Nevada desert is an old cemetery that contains the bodies of a bunch of miners who died in a fire and next door is a haunted clown motel
Why are we still setting horror movies in generic Victorian houses in the woods when this is a real place in the world
im at the miner cemetery. im at the haunted clown motel. im at the combination miner cemetery and haunted clown motel.
I've known people who stayed there for extended periods, and from what they've said you really have to worry about tweakers more than any miner ghosts or haunted clowns.
I know that multiple people on here have talked about how much they love it when their partner moans. Unfortunately for me, years of having roommates and needing to jack off stealthily means that all of my instincts have been programmed to be as quiet as possible.
I feel like starting an INSUFFERABLE conversation
Is it ethical to thirst for Catholic milves
Completely disregarding the intent but did you just refer to multiple milfs as milves
Yeah like elves or wolves. It’s how you conjugate it or whatever 🙄
Tolkien specifically popularized the pluralization "milves".
I didn't get this far in life by listening to what signs said.
broke: bellies as wide as you are tall
woke: bellies as wide as I am tall (6’3”)
I mean, I like this idea, but I'm 6'5", so I think I'll go ahead and just get those extra two inches on the belly.
*Standing smugly in the middle of a glass cage because getting put in horny jail was just one part of my plan.*
I can think of so many sexy ways a feeder can make a feedee feel excited, the little ways they can talk about how big they're going to make you or how nice it is when you stuff. But sometimes, there's nothing hotter than just the word "Eat." A simple command that you just feel compelled to obey.
i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again, the universe nerfed me by not giving me a phat ass and hips. 🥲
Very much same.
And it's not just a one-time offer — vaccinated individuals can go back every single day and continue getting free doughnuts through all of
JUST SAYING!!
I know every feedee on this dang site is going to say the exact same thing, but go ahead and add my voice to the chorus, too.
Your body’s constant movement reminds me of a gentle breeze on a spring day. Your soft, yet sturdy body stands like a statue erected to protect my delicate interior. Yet, rather than representing individualism and loss, you commemorate unequivocal fulfilment. Your very presence, an image of gratification, of a couragous commitment to your own enjoyment. You represent a kind of love unique to your form, an acceptance of the natural world. Your shape is innate, representative of our highest evolutionary stage, our ability to simply enjoy, to find peace and delight, to build a forest from an empty field. You haven't lost your fitness, you've gained rest, affection, adoration. Your every movement is a performance, your layers of fat gently moving in sync like a ballet on a stage. Without trying, you have become a piece of modern art to be captured and appreciation. Your transformation is remarkable and deserving of all the praise, the worship, and the enjoyment in the world.
I know that a lot of people like the humiliation, but goddamn do I love the soft, gentle encouragement.
The Line
While I love stuffing and getting uncomfortably full, the sad truth is there is a point where it goes from pleasurable to painful. And not the fun kind of pain, the "oh shit, I'm going to be miserable for the next few hours" kind of pain. Or at least that's my experience of it. But while that might seem like a big disadvantage, what it provides is a bit of a thrill. How close can we dance to that line? When I say "Ohhh baby no, I couldn't eat another bite", I have to know if I really mean it, or if I know you can coax that little extra bit into me. Maybe with a belly rub I can get a bit more space. Of course, every bite gets me closer to the line.
Counter belly flop in profile.
i love the whole process of accepting weight gain. i mean, it takes time to accept such an incredible, massive moving, shaking, jiggling mural of a body. i’d bring you so much food and drown you in so much praise that it feels normal, even easy. you need to consume more and more just to feel full.
i tell you i’m testing different recipes and need your help. i keep you in bed, feeding you for hours. stroking your tight gut between bites, rubbing away any pain or discomfort. using my small, delicate hands to add pressure to your drum-like stuffed belly. you dismiss your excessive eating, you can’t be overeating, it isn’t greedy if you’re helping your girlfriend. it feels so good to be fed so gently and lovingly, to feel my attention and love on your belly, to never have to move, you couldn’t stop now.
youve noticed your clothes don’t seem to fit quite right anymore. your shirts are lifting and exposing the bottom of your belly. your pants feel like they’ll rip when you fit. it isn’t just the tightness, though, it all fits different. you look different. your face looks rounder. you look softer, yet your body feels so tight.
you feel too tired to be getting fatter. your fullness and your newer, fatter body is tiring. every step feels like a full cardio workout. even your “oversized” clothes start to feel tight around your growing body. i’m always there to remind you that you look amazing. i give your body my constant, undivided attention. my touch remains all over your body.
by the time you really notice your weight gain, when it’s far beyond dismissal or a bad dryer, you’re obsessed with it. you love your soft, fat body and your rolls of fat. you love that i’m making you fat and you’re obsessed with my constant affection.