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chubby, subby feedee | 27

[growmydarling]

there is NO ethical feedism without the base knowledge that fat people are loveable and deserve respect and accommodation in more than just the bedroom

[strawberryfritter12-deactivated]

love love love mock concern, ESPECIALLY when you’re clearly the one to blame for my growing waistline ~

- “you should really lay off of the treats, honey. you’re getting kind of chubby.” as you shove the last bite of a donut between my lips.

- “that’s a big portion baby. you know all that food is just gonna make you softer and rounder, yeah?” after you’ve placed the plate that you’ve piled high for me, on the table.

- “fuck, you’re a heavy girl, huh? since when did you get so big?” as you grope my hips and hanging belly after telling me to sit on your lap

- “jesus princess, might be time for a larger size again, you’re just spilling out of these things” as i try on the pants you picked out for me, knowing they were way too small.

- “wow angel, you’ve really fattened up over the holidays, haven’t you? maybe you should start thinking about that diet.” after you’ve stuffed me with another holiday meal fit for 5.

- “i think you should stop smoking so much weed sweetheart. it’s becoming very obvious that you can’t control your munchies.” as you pack my third bowl of the day

[soft-char]

something so precious about a sweet boy not being able to suck in their belly anymore. they’re just too stuffed after a big meal, sated and happy but a little embarrassed about how much their tummy sticks out, how heavy it rests in their lap.

and if you tease them, poking an accusatory finger into their pudgy stomach, they can try valiantly to suck it in and feign innocence, but the fat little mound of their belly barely budges, they’re just too full to hide how big their appetite is and how chubby they’re getting because of it.

[iloveglomp-deactivated20250826]

So cute when they complain about getting fatter but don't do anything about it. Awww, is Fatty getting fatter? Can't stop getting softer and bigger, can we? Gonna work out, maybe try to lose weight? No? Now, finish your dinner and let's have some dessert too, okay!

[abigfatboi-bhm]

Yeah, I’m into some real dark, messed up stuff*

* you jiggling my belly and calling me fat 🥺

[eatbread-besoft]

welp, this is something I’ve been working on for a long while, just for me. but what the heck, might as well share. it’s got a bunch of my favourite things, like stuffing and belly rubs and kink exploration. (it’s also 3000 words long, oops.)

They’d been slowly, casually, discussing their plans for the evening over the past couple weeks. Idle chats in bed, or during dinner. Alex found herself shyer about it than she thought she would be. Joe was eminently patient.

Eventually, they agreed on some basics. They weren’t going to make any big fuss or cook anything special—just order a pizza and put on a movie. Alex would just watch, at least at first. Despite the fact this was her idea, and despite Joe’s proposition (“Feed me”), she wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

In fact, when they sat down on the couch, she kept a good few inches between them and focused her attention on the movie, even though she could hear Joe chewing next to her.

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[hoeccakes]

I love the idea of secret force gaining.

When I make food, sneak an extra cup or two of sugar into it. Make sure you add butter to everything I eat, but behind my back. Fill my morning coffee with unnecessary extra calories, and convince me to eat the extra donuts we were supposed to save for later. I’ll wonder why everything suddenly tastes SO much better, and why my clothes quit fitting me faster than they did before. It’ll all be because of you. My extra weight is directly because of you, secretly fattening me up even MORE than you normally would just because you can, just because you own me.

[valgodd]

You want to slim down? Oh no no, tubby. Dont even think about it. Youre not allowed to slim down. I’ll keep you nice and fluffy, at a weight that I find appealing. You don’t really have any saying in this, dear. I put in so much nurturing and love to get you to this weight, I wont let you ruin my hard work.

You know what? I think… From now on, we are going to limit your physical activity. No more exercise, no more excessive walking. What was that? It will make you balloon? Well that is kind of the point, tubby.

[heavy--feels]

I became your stim toy.

Being with you is wonderful. Everything is an adventure in the best sense of the word. Your autism is a part of you and I love you whole, with all your "weird" parts and all your peculiarities. But in the beginning of our relationship, you were still a bit unsure, still looking for my approval for your quirks and preferences.

Back then, I was merely pudgy. I had a softening belly, slightly chunky thighs and a little bit of chub around my chest. One day, we were cuddling, and I felt your fingers travel to my belly. You started kneading it, first timidly, then more excitedly, like there was no tomorrow. You were a little zoned out and I realized with awe that you had a similar expression on your face as when you were stimming with your favourite frilly blanket. You noticed me staring and blushed, unsure of my reaction. I told you I loved it, and watched as your face cracked in an expression of pure joy.

Touching and fingering my softness became automatic. We would sit on a couch and watch TV together and your hands would travel to my belly, almost on autopilot. A strange thought appeared in my mind: what if I made this belly a bit larger, so that you had more to delight in? What if I put some fat over other parts of my body, too?

One day, I ate a bit too much. My usually soft belly got bloated and tight, and you looked at me, alarmed, when you touched it. Then, you resumed kneading it, and the pressure in my stomach slowly subsided. It was the best feeling in the world. I started chasing it, overeating more and more often. You always provided comfort, and that brought you joy in return. You would often flap your hands as you finished and saw the bliss on my face.

Slowly, I piled on the pounds. I became enveloped in softness, my underbelly fluffier than best pillows, the roll between my chest and belly so easy to knead and squeeze. I grew a double chin and you loved gently biting it. You touched my back rolls in awe, and grabbed at my exploding thighs. In addition to your stimmy kneading, you started jiggling my belly - it was now big enough to grab by the underside. Encouraged and overwhelmed by my love for you, I started eating even more. And you loved it all so much.

And now, here we are. I am your private stim toy, a butterball and a fatty to the core. Bringing you comfort and joy is my greatest achievement, and I wouldn't have it any other way. You worship my body, and I worship you.

[everyones-bean19]

Gotta make sure I keep my overstretched belly moisturized😊😊 this is his second favorite part of my huge binges ( he says the first are my moans).

Guys......I'm basically at capacity.....this is also after some more chocolate and chugging a few glasses of water.

[chubsette]

aiden, chris and nat wish you all a happy holiday season <3

[mousegirltummy]

girls should team up to forcefeed and stuff me until i double my weight

[chubbychiquita]

[fatterpussycat-kill-kill]

Uhhhhhhh how do I get in on THI S

[sweetandsofter]

You’ve been stuffing your face a lot lately, huh? Is that why you’re growing so round? Poor baby, you’re really blowing up, aren’t you? Everyone’s wondering what’s happening to you, a skinny girl plumping up so fast. Look how that belly jiggles when I pat it. Don’t bother pulling your shirt down, it can’t cover all that chub. Aw, you’re blushing. What, didn’t realize you’ve eaten yourself out of your clothes? You’re such a big girl now. Go ahead, have another bite.

[brendakthedonutgirl]

The more I’m spoiled and pampered, the more I want to be spoiled and pampered. The lazier I am, the lazier I want to be. The more I eat, the more I want to eat. The fatter I get, the fatter I need to get.

[tummywrites]

reminder kids, keep your pretty boys good and full! 

do they look hungry? give them a nice big, filling meal and make sure they eat every single bite. you want them happy and satisfied, don’t you? if they get too full, help them finish up their meal by feeding it to them. 

they might be a little embarrassed be to so full in front of you, making an absolute hedonist out of themselves, but that’s okay. show them you love them like that by pulling them into your lap as you feed them, squeezing their pretty little ass that’s downright sinful in their tight jeans. run your hands down their sides and to their hips, over their thighs, squeezing all that new, plush skin that has their clothes clinging to them. 

when their shirt becomes so tight it starts to roll up, go ahead and take it off for them. you know they’ll just whimper and shove their face into your neck, so embarrassed to be enjoying themselves so much, but you’ll make sure they know you enjoy it. go ahead and give them a kiss before feeding them another bite. or even better, give them a splattering of hickies across their perfect neck while they chug down their favorite drink, make sure you can feel each swallow.

when their belly is nice and perfectly round in their lap, ask them to suck in. watch them blush and whimper and stutter as you run your hands across their round belly, finally landing at the button of their jeans. go ahead and unbutton them, you don’t want your baby being uncomfortable, do you? watch as they involuntarily let their belly out, sighing in relief at the extra space they have. 

 now that you’ve got their constricting clothing off, see step one again. they deserve to be rewarded for their good behavior, don’t they? you don’t want there to be any room left in that belly, or else they might go hungry, right? 

[macaroniandchub-og-deactivated2]

Telling someone how much bigger and softer they are than before and how much heavier they are in your lap, and if they keep eating so good they’ll get even bigger and heavier