#raspywriting

[raspbeppie]

putting her belly on my head like a hat, grippin the lasso round her wrists, and lickin her cunt until the cows cum home.

[raspbeppie]

i'd love to be a big girl's little lapdog... i'd lay my head on her lap, my head having a lot less room to lay on than last time, and i'd kiss at her pretty belly. she'd giggle at her puppy, petting my head to let me know i could continue, and by god do i. i absolutely couldn't help myself, i'd have my hands on her ballooned belly, rubbing and squeezing at her softness that's barely contained by any of her clothes as of late. she'd tug at my collar when my too-friendly hands get too close to her breasts that have been spilling out of their cups more and more often. despite pulling me back, i know i heard a whimper when i pawed at her nipples, but i have to obey my mistress.

"puppy..." she'd warn, "how about you go play fetch instead?"

i'd whine and pout at the idea, but my mistress would grab at my collar again and tug my face in front of her's, "now, now... be a good girl and fetch me a snack. if you're extra good, i'll let you fetch the funnel too."

well... who am i to disobey my mistress?

[raspbeppie]

i know its predictable of me as a feedism blog to be hornyposting on thanksgiving but... massive feasts created and served on a huge table, every platter shown off to encourage seconds, thirds, and fourths. dressing up for the occassion with button-ups and tight pants held up by belts that dig into the bottoms of bellies. trying to stifle burps and groans from friends and family, trying to suck in so they wont notice how half the feast is ballooning your belly to the point of threatening to burst your buttons. just when you think thats the most you can handle, they bring out pecan and pumpkin pie and ask you which one youd like. your belt is about to pop with how much pigging out it has to hold back, but youre indecisive, and both pies look really good...

you feel huge after multiple slices, your shirt has become indecent with the spaces between buttons being filled with you. everything is so tight, but you cant show everyong just how much of a pig you are by loosening anything, and you worry any movement might bust something. your chair feels painfully small though, and you try your best to push out of it... to no avail. you grunt and groan under your breath as you try to stand again, youre just so heavy, so full, so huge. you fall back on your chair. your face flushes as the person next to you offers to help you up. you deny it at first, trying to casually rise up for real this time, only to fall back even more embarrassed than before. you take their hand and allow your fatass to be pulled up, you thank them with a blush, retreating with the excuse of needing a nap, knowing full well that you wont be able to sleep with all that youve done to yourself.

[raspbeppie]

bad move to tell me ur bmi. look what u fucking did. you got me jacking off to a number.

[raspbeppie]

was having breakfast with a few friends recently, and i have no idea what took over all of them, but they all ate until they felt like theyd burst. one of them even ordered three different entrees, finishing all of them by themself- i could hardly focus on what any of them were telling me.

it probably didnt help that the friend sitting next to me is such a tease either, she kept giving me this look everytime someone would make some sort of comment on how tight their clothes felt. she kept making comments about how id be thinking about this situation a whole lot more once i got alone, and i could only really fluster because shes right. cause here i am... thinking about all of them stuffing themselves and groaning cause of how full they were.

[raspbeppie]

honestly, theres nothing better to me than a girl getting high out of her mind and eating everything in her house. she'd get all giggly and cute as she stuffs down her third family sized bag of chips, not even lucid enough to feel her belly overflow over the hem of her pants. she'd get all sweet and clingy, throwing her huge arms around the back of your neck, straddling your lap without thinking of how heavy she is on you. her belly wont stop pressing against your own, and her breath is hot and heavy against your throat while she laughs at something she cant quite put to words.

she rests fully against you, knocking the small amount of wind left within you, and giving you no chance to recover as her massive breasts swallow up the little space you had to breathe. even though youre being crushed and suffocated, you cant help but grab hold of her ass to pull her closer, hearing her squeak and moan at the handfuls of ass stretching her already creaking jeans. she humps you mindlessly, both of you feel her strained stomach sloshing with the soda she had been chugging since her first hit. you raise your thigh as best you can underneath the heft of her full weight, she takes no time at all to grind her cunt into you.

shes rendered to nothing more than moans and mumbles as you free her breast from her shirt and bra to trap her nipple in your mouth in a suckle. every coherent word you hear from her seems to be some variation of, "so full," "mmm... more," and "please," as she braces herself on your shoulders, fully surrounding you with her softness.

even now, as she comes undone in your hands, she cant stop huffing out little laughs at your curious and more than friendly fingers while they find puchase on the tight rolls of her belly. the button of her jeans creaks with pressure against the both of you as her stomach jiggles with each snicker. a moan escaped her as the button popped, the zipper following suit as her lower belly bust from its containment. she flushes and covers her face with a hand as her uninhibited belly pushes her a non-insignificant distance from you, but this doesnt lighten any of the pressure on your front.

you cant help but to kiss her like an animal, feeling the vibrations of her whimpers against your lips while her hands grip at your hips. shes using you like a fucktoy, humping you until her jeans soak through and shes begging you to finger her, to tonguefuck her, to do anything to her as long as she can come on you.

you swear her humping is going to bust the couch if she keeps up this ruthless pace, you have to snake your hand underneath her overhang to slip under the hem of her jeans. its a desperately tight fit, but you feel her soaked slit against your fingers, imediately circling her clit. she howls sloppily against your lips, slowing her jittery hips to give you better access to her fat mound. you oblige, dipping further to curl your two fingers deep inside, her back arching enough to bring her breasts right back where they belong, teased between your teeth.

her grip on your shoulders intensifies as you pump into her, her grinding resumes as she begs and pleads for more. you dip your third finger in, she squeals, pleased with the tight fullness she feels all over. shes close, her stomach muscles tighten and puff out as her breath is held hostage for a moment. her screams come out choppy and breathless as she squirts onto your hand, absolutely clenching upon your fingers, daring them to continue pumping. you get a few more curls in before she slumps on top of you with a staggered sigh. you try your best to reclaim your hand, stroking at her back as she shivers at the loss of them. she stays awake enough to kiss you on your neck before she drifts off to sleep.

[raspbeppie]

gf just told me to eat. Yes Sir 🫡🫡 Ye🫡s Si🫡r Yes Sir🫡 Yes🫡Sir🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

[raspbeppie]

the thing that sucks about being a kink artist is that whenever i think to myself "hmm id like to draw soem fat ppl hrnfgh." i then have to find refs. and then i get hard. and i suddenly dont want to draw so bad