Yesterday my husband genuinely accused me of shrinking his shirt in the wash⌠he then proceeded to eat so much I had to rub his belly where I noticed new stretchmarks all over đ¤¤
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Yesterday my husband genuinely accused me of shrinking his shirt in the wash⌠he then proceeded to eat so much I had to rub his belly where I noticed new stretchmarks all over đ¤¤
Iâm 5 pounds away from class 2 obesity đł
came so hard thinking about being a domestic housewife femme feeder againâŚ. overfeeding my partner and pretending that iâm just taking good care of them like a wife should!! making them enormous breakfasts every morning before work and putting heavy cream in their coffee and packing their lunch in two bags to fit everything and of course ending the day with an enormous dinner and then bringing them beers as we watch tv on the couch after. always baking. always insisting on giving them second and third helpings because they work so hard and their body needs fuel. and every evening they end up stuffed and belching, dozing off on the couch while i gently rub their belly. still never admitting how much i love watching it grow.
free use piggy handcuffed to my bed who i absentmindedly shove donuts into while i watch football 𼰠moaning n whimpering bc sheâs soo overstretched with useless calories that it hurts, but still obediently opening wide like a good girl cuz she knows good pigs get cream when daddyâs game is over đĽş
This is what missionary looks like now â¨(cause im way too lazy to be on top anymore lmao)
ugh i love hearing a pig wheeze. whether itâs because iâve just stuffed so much junk into them that their lungs are constricted by their overstretched stomach or because iâve made them so obese that the slightest physical exertion leaves them panting. preferably both đ good hogs are always breathless and hungry for more
youâre so bloated after all that food... why donât you lie down? let me unbutton your pants for you. iâm sure that feels better; they were cutting into all that belly. and such a noisy tummyâyou did so good eating all that. do you need a hand? let me rub all those burps out for you. itâs okay, no need to say âexcuse me.â just relax and let that pressure out. i know it feels good. feel how heavy your gut is in your lap. youâre so helpless like this, stuffed and whimpering for me to take care of you. why donât i grab dessertâyou have room, right? then i can take care of the rest of you, but only after i know youâve had enough to eat. wouldnât want you to go hungry, would we?
Stop fucking burping youâre making me wanna fuck you
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.
Couple goals: doting on them, making them absolutely pile on that ârelationship weightâ. Can we even say weâre dating if you havenât gone up at least one size?
feedee boyfriend is just grownup build-a-bear
Outgrew all my cute clothes and had to switch to comfy clothes, but now Iâm growing out of those too đł
i want to secretly fatten someone up & encourage all of their bad habits until it gets to a point where they spend all day grazing and eating without me needing to do anything⌠i want them to be extremely addicted to food but they canât even tell because i always make sure itâs readily available
playing it off as happy relationship weight and sizing up their clothes for them so they stop thinking about it while i keep loading up their plate with more fattening food
making them associate pleasure with being stuffed until they start getting horny just from eating
i donât want them to realize until itâs way too late, their clothes barely fit and their belly always peeks out from under their shirts<3
A lot of this kink for me is about making someone feel comfortable and sated. I want you to relax while I make you food, I want you to enjoy everything you eat and not hold back, I want you to feel warm and appreciated by me. Watching someone else eat lots is so cute to me. Itâs just like I want to take care of someone. I want someone to get round off of me doting over them and making sure their belly is always filled, maybe even overfilled at points. I just love the idea of making someone feel so comfortable with eating that they just eat to their heartâs content all the time and always indulge themselves, and get chubbier and softer as a result. If youâre not struggling and heaving to get up after weâve eaten together, Iâm not loving you hard enough. And then, after stuffing themselves to the brim, I want them to rest and sleep off their food coma somewhere warm and cozy.
what if i fed a fat boy full to bursting and we kept getting interrupted by how stuffed he is while we made out afterwards. breaking contact for a moment while he hiccups or burps involuntarily. having to take breaks so he can sit back and rub his overfull belly for a bit, catching his breath, before starting again
What do you mean I've made you gain weight?? It's not like I've been steadily increasing your portion sizes over the past few months. That would be crazy. Are you sure you aren't just bloated? Of course, that would explain why you've gone up two pants sizes since we started dating. Oh no honey, of course you aren't getting fat... But if you were, would it really be all that bad?
It's about always encouraging you to have that extra treat.
Stopping at every bakery that catches your eye to get you a little something sweet.
Bringing you a comforting coffee in the morning, and maybe another as a pick me up in the afternoon.
Fixing you a hefty plate of cheese, crackers and grapes when you finish work to keep your strength up.
Pouring that second glass of wine at dinner, and topping it up for you.
Cutting you an extra- large slice of cake afterwards, then encouraging you to finish mine.
Making sure you're always taken care of, you're always spoiled and you're always full.