🔞 25, read my about before interacting please!! belly enthusiast on a secret sideblog. contains wg and chub stuff. boys with big tummies are good but me with a big tummy would be better :3
in light of that ask im gna make this a pinned post for my links (ik its only 2 but someone asked for my oc page before too) since ig u cant use the link menu on mobile (i dont use the app fjfnfj)
Here is my about section, please read it before interacting with my blog! and
Here is my oc page! It has details about all my ocs that I'd love to talk about if yall ever want to ask anything >:3
You didn't think twice about downloading that delivery app. Something about points? You were always down for a deal.
Except these deals seemed almost… too good? After you ordered breakfast to your place once, suddenly you were getting a happy little ping on your phone with a half-off offer that turned your usual meal into a combo.
More food for less money? Anyone would've taken that deal. Of course, not everyone would have eaten it all, but I guess you've always had a bit of an appetite, haven't you?
You shrugged it off when it would push notifications about deals when you passed by a bakery or a coffee shop; surrendering your data to the conglomerates seemed a small price to pay for all these extra treats. You didn't pay much attention to how much you were eating and drinking, but your bank account was looking healthier than ever.
Pretty soon, your waistbands started feeling a little snug. You told yourself it was just some bloating -- maybe from that milkshake that got added into your burger combo last night? Or maybe that éclair from this morning…
Either way, it wasn't that uncomfortable, but when your phone pushed you an offer for same-day delivery sweatpants, on clearance in exactly your size, you didn't hesitate to tap that order button.
After a few weeks, you couldn't deny that you'd put on a couple pounds. You felt a little soft, a little slow. Maybe this app wasn't really a good influence on you? Maybe you needed to take a break, join a gym or something…
Fortunately, the delivery app rolled out a super helpful health and fitness feature that tracked your calories for you, monitored your activity levels, and recommended orders that filled in your nutritional gaps. You'd never have guessed, but you'd been running a calorie deficit all along, the app informed you, explaining your lower energy levels.
Your diet started to change. More protein, you told yourself, as you tapped Agree on a daily app-selected lunch from the closest burger place to your home. Like clockwork, it showed up right when you seemed hungriest. When you started feeling full and pushed your plate away, the app seemed to know and sent you a helpful reminder that your caloric intake was precisely calibrated for your healthy weight range. That seemed reason enough to push through the discomfort and clear everything out, the app knew more about nutrition and stuff and you did, right?
But your body seemed to have some trouble with the new diet. Soon breakfast was donuts and breakfast sandwiches and coffee with enough sugar to make the donuts seem lacking. Lunch came in two bags. Afternoon snack, half-off pastries that hadn't sold out at the bakery. Dinner. Dessert. Late-night snack. You let any thoughts about what you wanted to eat, or what you should eat, drift away as you learned to just respond to the buzz of the app with a slow, plodding walk to the door to retrieve your next meal.
When your clothes got tight, the news section of the app happened to push you an article about the dangers of low circulation from restricted clothing. When your belly's glorps started turning into burps and gas that would have made you blush if anyone could see them, new research came out about how increased gas levels meant more toxins leaving your body. Notices about how excess movements strain your muscles made you feel better about lazing on the couch you were sinking into more and more by the day.
The day an app-controlled feeding device popped up on your screen, you hesitated for a minute. Looking down at your doughy body, seeing how easy everything had gotten, wondering if maybe you'd gotten a little too big…
But the buzz of 90% off with free chocolate shakes for a year sealed the deal. Soon you were sitting, barely a thought in your head as the pump gently slid the fattening slop into your mouth, the precisely-calibrated diet working wonders on your sedentary body.
Sometimes you'd reach down and play with your belly a little, giggling to yourself about how big you'd gotten. A flicker of a thought about how hard things used to be and how easy everything was now. Even getting something delivered seemed like more of a hassle than using your feeding tube.
When the app congratulated you on achieving 50% of your ideal body weight, you couldn't begin to calculate what weight it intended for you… but you took a calm comfort knowing the app knew what was best, settling deeper into your couch and rubbing at the strained bloat of your full belly; the ideal consumer.
hiiiii so i know i havent posted in foooorever but i NEED to talk about this somewhere and there's literally nowhere else i can turn so... i hooked up with one of my friends recently completely on a whim and like, we've been casual and friendly since then like usual but whenever our other friends leave he keeps making casual jokes about how warm and wet i was and how he's all too familiar with me moaning and oh my GOD it's driving me to frenzy i've literally been hrny ever since permanently
okay but someone who is clearly stuffed and still whining for more? like, babe, I'm so fucking hungry, I need more, pleeeease when they are already groaning and breathing heavy?? ugh, it kills me 🥵
A Maid Cafe waitress coming back from a required hour lunch break, stuffed to the fullest from an already filled gut on her 30 min break, shirt buttons popping as she waddles back in, apron cutting into her belly making it super uncomfortable, her belly causing the table to bend under it as she come by to take orders bringing some relief. She's still so adorable with her frills and cuteness, belly dropping to her knees and bowing outward as she drops off parfaits and milkshakes, resisting the urge to eat them herself as he stomach gurgles wanting more even tho she's already feeling the pain settle from her sensitive stomach. She sighs in relief when her next 30 min break comes, and she's taken to the back, tube pushed in and let's the pump go. She rubs her belly just under the boob, hearing the sounds of her stomach filling up, a gurgling mass bulging with each pump, distended and huge as she moans out, her ass spilling over her seat as she becomes even rounder and fuller, apron breaking loose to make everything fall out as she belches all the glass that was caught in her intestines, and could practically cum from the relief it brings in her underbelly.
um. hi. guess whos teetering on 300lbs and is like, super fucking h*rny rn. surprise its me if theres anyone out there im begging you to send asks especially teasing im not even gonna be coy about it im desperate to put on those last couple pounds and. hhhhh
when the DJ's been missing for like two hours and you find him stuffed full of snacks and stuck in an innertube too embarrassed to ask for help (yet still snacking)
chonkers stuck in innertubes is such a good scenario i love it so much,,,