#butch feeder

[loverofallthingsround]

clenching my legs together thinking about a butch bullying me for how fat im getting and letting her be mean to me and make fun of me while she makes me submit and get fatter and eat as much as she wants, keeping me high and drunk, blitzed out of my mind, unable to resist

[butchfa]

i want to bully and push a fat butch around sooo bad. i lift regularly and im on my way to getting pretty muscular (i also wrestled in high school) so i love to think about having a really good lifting session and stopping by a cafe on the way home. the barista is a soft, doughy looking butch who can’t manage to look me in the eye. im wearing some loose tank top to really show off and i know its working by the way they can’t stop staring. and im staring too—honed in on their soft face and their flushed cheeks. fat gut bulging out over their waistband where they’ve tucked in their work shirt. when they turn around to work on my drink, i get a nice view of their ass stretching their jeans that probably fit well fifteen pounds ago. their sides aren’t faring much better and their shirt is tight enough to cling to the rolls wrapping around their torso. it isn’t hard to imagine how they’d feel in my hands, even if i was groping them through that skin tight shirt. when they hand over my drink—something plain—i ask if they’ve had it before in a way that makes it obvious i know they haven’t. even if i don’t know, i’m just looking at them, watching them flush harder and pick their shirt away from their gut, and i’m making my own assumptions they’re too nervous to protest.

[waddledeelight]

Profuse thanks to @poccharihime, never thought I'd have this much fun with fat kink photography! Hopefully I get a chance to indulge in this hobby again soon

[cybernaiad]

butch feeder who is my bf… you understand…

[softcyan]

90 lbs later…

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[fatbottombutch]

butches in tight tight shirts that their bellies poke out of. butches in wife pleasers that stopped fitting 50lbs ago. butches stuffed full and getting tummy rubs. butches absolutely squeezed into their button ups, nearly bursting all the buttons off.

[butchfa]

butch boss who enables his office full of femmes. he's always enjoyed how they look in their form-fitting pencil skirts and sleek high heels. all of them wearing their hair up to show off their nice glasses or jewelry or makeup. they all work so hard and look so pretty for him, so he can't help but reward them as often as they please him. it's an almost everyday affair. he stops by the local donut place every once in a while nearly every morning to pick up a box or two or five. if the girls want, he doesn't mind popping into one of the chain coffee places to get their orders.

he distributes the food, whether it's breakfast or lunch or snacks "just because", and kicks back to watch the cameras in the comfort of his private, locked office.

the femmes quickly adjust to the abundance of treats at the gentle encouragement of their generous boss. they've never worked a job so well-paying and relaxing, so they feel free to truly let loose especially when he leaves them alone in their communal office space most of the day. one or two donuts every few days turns into a sneaky three or four while other femmes drown their already overly-sugared coffees in creamer. it feels too good to mindlessly snack while answering emails or working on spreadsheets.

some of them succumb earlier than the others and still feel enough to pride to be embarrassed; their boss is exceptionally kind to the girls who gain the fastest. they all pretend not to notice this fact.

these newer femme fatties begin to show up to the office in baggier clothes, soft cardigans they can hold over their ballooning stomachs. it doesn't take long before the overeating during the work day begins to bleed into their home lives. on the way out of the office, the boss tells them to take it easy over the weekend, maybe treat themselves. it plants the seed in the right women's minds and they stop by the drive thru on the way home, telling themselves they'll skip dinner since they're buying so much now. they begin to end the night uncomfortably, overly full, cradling their sensitive upset guts. then, they begin to tell themselves they'll stop. then, it becomes a "weekend only" affair.

the entire office of femmes blow up at a steadily rapid rate with the help of their doting boss. he gives them privacy more and more as they jiggle around the communal spaces. it becomes difficult to restrain himself around them as they grow increasingly fatter. the soundtrack of the office becomes a chorus of heavy breathing, panting, wheezing, sighing, chewing, eating. crumbs litter the femmes' desks and they idly wipe their chubby faces, many of their lips puffing out with the amount of lard in their cheeks. their posture suffers and the boss watches their slim jawlines melt into a collar of fat that wiggles every time they chew. their guts always steal the show. they strain against their old skirts and pants, some of them rolling over the waistband in two thick rolls.

the biggest femmes heave themselves from their desks when they grow hungry, which is often, and their apron bellies slap into their bloated thighs. some of their guts hang well toward their knees and provide a difficult obstacle when waddling slowly around the kitchenette.

it's a tight space, especially when all of your coworkers have swollen with fat, and as they navigate the small kitchenette, breakroom, and office spaces, their skin tight blouses ride up, their buttons strain against their massive tits, articles of clothing ride up to expose jagged stretchmarks. many of the femmes start to go to the nearest clear table to set their bellies down on, just to give their backs a break.

it is not long before the boss can't resist anymore and they start to find him wandering around the office under the guise of supervising. his favorite fat femmes get personal treats fed to them and he always rewards them by rubbing their distended and taut guts. it's hard not to be jealous of those femmes when the boss dotes on them like that and it encourages the entire office to work harder. the firm brings in more money, and the boss is able to fatten his femmes with no end goal in sight.

[butchfa]

recent fat butch thirst scenario in my mind includes a tight space, a bloated butch trying to keep their burps contained, and me insisting on getting past them despite how cramped it is. so i’m pressed against the wall, kind of jokingly playing it up until i get to the section of the hallway where they’re standing. maybe they’re stuck or something, but regardless of what it is, they quickly realize i’m going to have to touch them at least a little bit to get by. there’s a lot protruding out. bulging muffin top and hanging gut. their tight sleeves dig into their soft arms. they nervously scratch the dome of their gut, unintentionally releasing a subdued belch. i’m totally unaware of just how bloated they are, so i get in between them and the wall, feel immediately how distended and strangely hard their stomach is. and they know it’s going to happen. i get caught and am forced to haul myself past them. the motion is too much on their sensitive and upset stomach. their hands fly up to cover their mouth, but it’s not enough to stifle the noises. they’re burping uncontrollably like a dam broken, red faced and burning with shame while they clutch their overstuffed stomach. they can’t even manage a sorry, they’re too laden with burps and hiccups and whines to pull speaking off.