[feedercassidy]

Having you kneeled down, hands tied. While I’m feeding you. Watching you struggle with every bite.

And all because you said you were “too full”

being too full isn’t an option for you baby, eat.

[xbearfeederx]

Pretend dieting is actually something that turns me on so much. like, complain to me about how you're gaining weight and think you're getting to fat. Tell me you're going on a diet and then whine about how you can't eat all the tasty foods you love and decline when I offer you sth just to then eat it anyways because you just can't help yourself. Show me how tight your clothes have gotten and point out all the parts of you that got fatter. Keep saying just one piece won't hurt or it's just a cheat day just so you'll end up getting even fatter. And when your pants don't wanna button anymore and the scale confirms your dieting didn't work, at all. I want you on the couch with a bucket of ice cream in boxer shorts and your tightest shirt crying about how you're just doomed to be a pathetic fatty because you're just so addicted to stuffing your face and can't resist any food offered to you or even near you.

[omganonymousfox-blog]

Potbelly

I love all kinds of body transformations, but when it comes to gainers it's always amazing to see when their body decides they aren't just going to be fat, they're gonna be a potbellied fat-boy.

When guys thicken up all over, other people in their life can stay in semi-denial for a while that a man is becoming a pig before their very eyes. They can say: "hey big guy? bulking up?", pretend it's a fitness thing. Plenty of guys look a little better with meat on their bones, they tell themselves, blissfully unaware that man is stuffing himself on the daily.

But there's meat on his bones, and then there's half of a man's body weight all of a sudden hanging all on his front. There's "bulking" and then there's walking in belly first to every room you enter from now on. Constantly looking like you just inhaled an entire keg of beer and a couple extra large pizzas to go with it. Constantly, worryingly, Fat. There's no denying it. Anyone who sees you has to admit you've not only gotten fat, you've become a fat-boy inside and out. They have to picture what you're doing to yourself, the sheer amount of food that you had to greedily gorge on to reach this state.

Skinny you, only a memory now. I can only imagine the shock, how have people talked about the elephant in the room? To your face or behind your widening back?

[occasional-feedee]

Where are you from fatboy? You need more food!

I'm in the West US! And I do need more food... I am always thinking about my next meal haha

[occasional-feedee]

What kind of angle of photo should I post? 🧐

Also send asks if you want to! I think anon is on as well

[likebreadandwine]

I think about us in the kitchen, too. in my mind, there's jazz music playing. I put it on while you were sleeping, keeping the volume low, but you creep up behind and turn the sound up before you come to me and nestle yourself against my back. I'm making pancakes and softening diced apples in a saucepan, for the topping. I ask you to put the kettle on and you do, but not before you've grabbed a warm pancake off the top of the stack and torn into it with your teeth. I roll my eyes. you can't wait, can you? but nevermind. there's more where that came from. lots more 💕

[occasional-feedee]

I was thinking about a scenario that I'd really like one day. My partner enjoys baking and maybe she's making cookies but I know how annoying it is to do all the preparing and then do the dishes after so I am in the kitchen with her cleaning things as I go along. Maybe she let's me have a pinch of dough while I'm there to tide me over. We talk, maybe there's TV in the background. Once they're finished baking it's nice because there's no clean up rather than the cookie sheet. And it can wait until I've finished as many cookies as I can handle. Maybe we watch her favorite show and she rubs the aches out of my belly stuffed full with her magic cookies. 😇

[occasional-feedee]

I love to imagine getting married to someone who is my ultimate enabler. I enjoy working and providing for the household and whoever I'm with. (I love to give gifts so I need the MonEeeY) But I fantasize about my partner making lunch for me for my drive for work and it's ABSOLUTELY stacked with delicious food and snacks. Maybe a ginormous sandwich and chips and cookies and whatever they felt like. It's just a fun little thought.

[teddy-bear-lover]

Let me bring you some more food. Let me straddle that big belly of yours and hold some more treats up to your lips. Let me test your restraint and your willpower. Do you think you could say no to me? My slender body pressing up against that bulging belly of yours?

Here, let me loosen your jeans. Free that growing belly of yours. I'll gently rub it for you to try and free some space. Let me give you gentle delicate kisses over your growing form. You still think you can say no?

Let me whisper in your ear how good you look. How hot it is that you keep indulging like this. How much I like to see you smile and moan as you get ready for another bite of whichever treat I hand you next .

Let me bring you all of your favourites. Even when you're stuffed full from your meal, I know you won't be able to resist swallowing more and more food for me. You'll keep letting your body swell with more and more fat for me. Just keep growing bigger and fatter for me. So eager to please me. So addicted to indulging

You're never going to be able to say no to me again.

[growmydarling]

i want your belly to become so massive that you have a hard time reaching around it to pleasure yourself. so huge that you're incapacitated at doing so human a task as masturbation. you will have to use toys, or beg for my help, to fulfill that aching craving you desperately need. i want you dependent on me. i want to hear you beg for me. 🩷

[faerielandia]

Ideal Morning

1. We wake up and have sleepy cuddles that lead to me rubbing your belly and relieving your morning erection.

2. I make you a huge breakfast - diced spicy potatoes with onions and peppers smothered in pepper jack cheese, spicy sausage, as many eggs as you want that I cook in the sausage oil - covered in butter and spices, several slices of toasted and buttered sourdough that I made the night before, and chocolate chip muffins.

3. You eat on the couch while I plan lunch and dinner in my notebook. I can’t help but caress your enormous and increasingly tight belly every few minutes as you begin to slow down from being so full. You know how much it means to me for you to finish everything, so you do.

4. We snuggle on the couch and watch TV as I gently soothe your engorged middle.

5. I bring over the plate of the remaining muffins and we impatiently wait for lunch time.

[unlawfullover]

i like the little muffled burps people try and hide after they’ve eaten too much. the kind that tells you they’ve overindulged way too fucking much and now their stomach is punishing them for being so greedy. i like it when they shift around uncomfortably, tugging it makes me so feral knowing that they’ve made a fucking gluttonous pig of themselves, that they were so greedy their body was literally telling them to stop but it tasted so good that they couldn’t help it. there’s just something about teasing an overstuffed person. they’re too full and sleepy to properly protest so they just flush and stammer about how hungry they were. it’s fucking awesome.

[unlawfullover]

i want to take a guy out, have him dress all fancy for me. tell him he looks pretty, handsome, sexy and hold his hand in mine. treat him to one of those fancy buffets, slowly but surely stuff him full plate after plate. i want to listen to his little huffs and moans, watch him wriggle around his chair as his belly fills with all the tasty food he’s eating. we’re surrounded by people but it’s just us in our little world. i want to whisper in his ear and encourage him to take bite after to bite, sneak my hand under the table and to press it up against his fat stomach. let him feel his belly start to swell even more, pressing up against my hand. i want to push him to the absolute brink and then send him over the edge. then ill take him home, undress him, make him all nice and comfy. he’s so stuffed he can barely move, his belly is aching. it’s huge because he ate way more than he can handle but he did it all for me. all he wants is belly rubs and nice long nap. how could he have eaten that much? it’s not even humanly possible. but still, i offer him desert with the sweetest smile.

and he says yes because he’s my greedy little slut <3

[tummywrites]

I wanna knock him up. I wanna get him pregnant. I wanna see him moan and whine and writhe and cry all over my strap-on. I wanna watch his dick leak helplessly onto his belly while I pound into him, filling him up in every possible way. I wanna watch his pretty eyes go crossed and his soft lips part as he grunts and sobs my name, and I wanna put my hand on his lower belly so I can feel myself moving in and out, in and out, making him mine, my sweet, swollen pretty boy. I wanna watch him walk around with an overly round belly, one that he has to constantly touch and rub in an almost unconscious manner, a belly that prevents him from wearing his normal clothes and forces him to switch into a whole new wardrobe. everywhere we go, eyes are drawn to his round belly. they'll ask to touch and then congratulate him for the child growing in him. I want him to look in the mirror while we're both standing there, holding his belly in our arms, and for him to tell me: "you did this to me."

but since I have no dick and he has no womb, my only choice is to push extra food onto his plate, order him double what he asks for in the drive through, insist on getting him the largest size in every drink he has, always offer up dozens of donuts, trays of cookies and brownies, and tins of cake anytime he wants. rather than watch him swell up on my seed, I can tilt that coke bottle back to his mouth when he thinks he's finished, and watch that gut bloat up in front of me as he guzzles down a whole 2-liter, mindlessly shoveling fries and pizza and burgers into his mouth. and then when his clothes have gotten too tight from all his unabashed gluttony, and when we go out in public and our friends and family stare in shock at the protruding belly he's grown, we'll stand there in front of the mirror while I rub his stuffed gut from behind, and he'll whine:

"you did this to me."

[iwritebigbellies-blog]

Listen, guys.

I love (love, love, 🥵, ugh, love) an overfed boy. It's the very best thing. Stuffed to the brim, swollen and heavy, absolutely destroyed by taking a good thing to far? I become instantly feral, incapable of any focus other than "fill every sense with this overladen man and see how many times you can cum."

But, look. The words "I stuffed myself" are intreguing but not the whole game, okay? I need to know how full you are.

I want to see you reclining, trying to give your belly space, clutching your tight, round gut as if it might explode if you don't hold it back.

I want to hear you panting, unable to draw a deep breath as your stomach crowds out your lungs.

I want you to look at me with pleading eyes, aware you can't unbuckle, can't get up, can't get off without my help.

I want you to burp and hiccup and moan, and squirm trying to find a position to sit or lie that doesn't ache.

I want you to complain about how you over did it. Show me how bloated you are and where it hurts. Demonstrate how much bigger you are than last time. How much worse the damage is. Tell. Me. Everything.

If you are just sitting there or standing there, posing comfortably with your little food baby? Darling, I am going to be so bored.

But give me even a taste of how gorgeously stuffed you can be, of the viceral experience I crave? I will help myself.

I am going to use every tool in my considerable kit to convince you to have another serving, another slice, another shake. I will tempt you, I will bully you, I will gaslight you, I will bribe you, I will reward you.

If you can stand, I will make sure you cannot.

If your belly has give, I will fill it until it is about to burst.

If you can speak, I will reduce you to moaning, groaning, and whimpering.

Want my help? Show me what I could have.

And p.s. don't tell me the next day how stuffed you were the night before. How dare you keep that to yourself. I want you the most when you are suffering.

[giantffa-deactivated20241107]

YOU ARE DANGEROUS!! You look so wholesome but I KNOW you’d destroy me if given the opportunity!!😩 BUT I’d be lying if i said i didnt want that 👀

Everyone thinks I’m wholesome til I’m towering over them in platform shoes with a handful of their belly gripped tightly in hand demanding their loyalty and obedience as my greedy pet 😪

[skipperafterdark]

NEED to be straddling a whiny fat boy feeding him more ice cream than he’s ever eaten in one sitting. Please