Hi!! Iām a Bisexual, chronically ill trans dude, and very into bellies, FA, feedism, inflation and bondage. Iām likely into many other things but Iām yet to discover it. Got surgery coming up so canāt be gaining anything atm š„²
Iām here cause Iām horny and am yet to meet a single person within my kink communities local to me.
SO!! I would love to chat!! Very open to DMs and Asks, I donāt post myself here but if we have a good chat Iāll gladly send pics (not inherently NSFW)
Boundaries!!
Scat
Age play
Emeto
Generally upset stomach
Death feederism
pig/cow talk
Most of these are because I have pretty bad health OCD ā¼ļø
I can not shake the fantasy of being TOO well taken care of in my up coming top surgery recovery.
need a beautiful Tboy to help me get dress and shower and just maybe feed me wayyyyyyy too much. Until post op where Iām so excited to see how all my old clothes look now just for them to not fit šµāš«
I hate knowing I have the Artist power to draw all the fetish art of characters I love that my sick heart desires. But as someone in the film industry. That feels evil towards the actors. Anyway!! other people should make more feedism content of The Pitt. š
Chapters: 1 / 1
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV)
Rating: ExplicitĀ
Warnings: No Archive Warnings ApplyĀ
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya RozanovĀ
Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov
Additional Tags: Chubby Shane Hollander, Weight Gain, Stuffing, Belly Kink, Food Kink, Hand Feeding, Light Dom/sub, Under-Negotiated Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shane Hollander Has No Chill, Ilya Rozanov Has No Chill, POV Ilya Rozanov, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Insecurity, Weight Issues, Pre-Relationship, Hook-Up
Words: 7,887
Summary:
Shane says, āWhyād you order so much? You having other people over or something?ā
āYes, of course, I invited whole team to watch us fuck, Hollander.ā Ilya sits on the edge of the mattress, hooks a finger under Shaneās chin and kisses the dour expression off of his face. āNo. Just you.ā
āOkay, well, Iām only one person, Rozanov. Just because Iāmāā Shaneās eyes dart away. āJust because I went off my diet, it doesnāt mean I need a whole dining cartās worth of food for dinner.ā
Buying new scrubs because you barely have enough for a week at a time and you want to do laundry less.
Of course you donāt notice that your new pairs are a size or so bigger than the ones you already own. They just fit so well in the dressing room that you had to get them.
You get so used to how roomy the waistband is on these new pants that you end up choosing them more and more when you get ready in the morning. And avoiding the older, smaller sized pairs whenever possible.
Your old scrubs just fit so much less comfortably. You must have bought a bad brand because it feels like every time you wash them the stretchy waistband feels tighter. Itās gotten to the point that when you have nothing else to wear and you have to pull them out you dread the way they squeeze your waist. You try to combat the discomfort by pulling them down further, which gives you a bit more breathing room.
The tops are a bit clingy, probably also the cheap material being affected by the drier. You try to adjust, but you feel your stomach being encased from all sides no matter what. While you do your hair in the mirror, you see the indent of your bellybutton being squeezed by the material.
God, these shrunken clothes make me look a bitā¦ pudgy.
But you know youāre not. Just the cheap material making unflattering shapes is all.
You have to tug down your top all day, with how tight it is it keeps riding up. You donāt notice that right before you tug it down again your round gut, accompanied by your bulging love handles, are on show. The pants just make it more obvious, with how much jiggling fat rests over the waistband.
Anyone could tell youāve outgrown your skinny body, becoming the talk of the clinic with how much youāve let go and gone to pot. Youāre always drinking some unhealthy energy drink to stay awake, or eating more junk food because youāre āpeckishā. The way you inflate full of sugar and calories throughout the day, every day, has made the source of your pudging up incredibly obvious.
Somehow, you know how bloated you get every day, going home with a bellyache from all the empty calories flooding your gut, yet you donāt realize itās actually making you fat. Sure, you rub your belly every night on the drive home, pulling up your scrub top to better access the stretched skin of your tight gut. But thatās just because you overdid it with the extra monster at the end of the day. Or the full sized candy bar (after the drug reps brought in that buffet) being just too much for your stomach to manage.
You donāt notice that when you wake up the next day, bloat finally gone down, that your belly still sits just in your lap as you sit up and get out of bed. To be fair, itās not that big of a gut yet. Just the start of a true potbelly and the softening of the rest of your body for now. You havenāt noticed the way you fill out everything a bit more than before.
You do, however, feel how damn tight that waistband is squeezing you as you sit at your station. Damn, youāll have to remember to avoid this pair of scrubs next time you need to do laundryā¦
something so awful about losing weight thanks to being sick and SSRI withdrawals ā¹ļøā¹ļø (itās 0.5 KG but STILLUHHH) I need to feel better asap so I can actually gain more goodness me
the thing is that being fat - much like being transgender and being autistic - is awesome right up until the moment you have to exist in a society that doesn't particularly want you to be there
