just huffed my girls balls till she came all over my face, hows your night going?
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just huffed my girls balls till she came all over my face, hows your night going?
~Twice the softness~
@roseate-rose
Feeding
I think my favorite thing about being a fat feeder is that it’s been awhile for me with self feeding. I’m huge. I’ve been stuffing myself silly for years now, and I love eating. I love getting so full I can’t get up. I love being so full I can only gasp short breaths. I love being so full I can hardly stay awake as I drain all my energy away trying to digest.
So I know a lot about that. I want nothing more than to completely flood you with pleasure. I know what it’s like to barely be able to see past my own belly. So full I’m aching, and I feel all that food practically up to my throat. That tunnel vision when your stomach is so overfed and completely filled that you can really focus on much else. I know that.
I know what it’s like to love eating food. Truly savoring the chewing, and the swallowing. The almost intoxicating taste as you finally get to engorge on your craving. The feeling as your belly slowly fills up and starts to become heavier and sag lower. The feeling when your stomach starts getting bloated, swelling from the solid contents you insist belongs there. I know those too.
I know how sensitive it feels. A round, bulging, overfilled gut just jutting out ahead of you. Filling your lap, engulfing your waistband, causing you to feel off balance even as you finally stand up. I know how great that sensation is when you sit back down, cradling your pudgy pride, looking down and admiring your own handiwork. Finally leaning back and letting that fat, lard layered belly rest between your legs and just sag to the bed below. I know how it feels to get that massive meat trophy touched. Rubbed. Pressed on. Loved. Worshipped. A solid slapping. Working out all that excess air. Rolling sighs turned to belches. A quick burp. Loud, bassy brahps as you finally get some relief. I can’t forget those deep, gurgly, almost wet growling burps either.
I know how it feels to be so entirely in love with your giant, fat gut. So completely smitten by its wobbly, squishy, hanging demeanor that you simply must stuff it full of delicious treats. You have to. No choice. I want to help. Reward your belly for being so good to you. Listen to it.
Oh, you haven’t felt all this? Well I’m sure we can fix that!
Guess who are finally touching tums again~
If you guessed @roseate-rose and I, congratulations, you won!!! Your prize is more photos of us together, coming over the next two weeks (these will in fact be available to everyone who guessed wrong as well - we're kind like that 😘)
~smooch~
@roseate-rose
Happy birthday my love!! 💗💕💗
You're the most adorable, round, and adorably round person there is. I'm in awe of your softness and I'm beyond happy that everyone else gets to be witness to it and spoiled by its beauty as well!! 😍😍😍
I feel very grateful for so many reasons that we're together, which I am reminded of each day, and I love you for every single one of them 💖🥰
@roseate-rose / @eggnogslut
Happy Sunny Tummy Tuesday ☀️😘✨️
@roseate-rose