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[tome-binder]

Stuffing your belly beyond the point of fullness is grotesquely satisfying... you're swollen, engorged. Your body doesn't want you to eat anymore, but you keep going, filling yourself even more, just a few more bites. Greedy, fat, bulging with your excess...

[fat-house-cat-vibes]

So I hurt my ankle right? Well it be a shame if someone used this as an exacuse to keep me down and just keep giving me snacks and fatty foods and shakes you claim are to help but in reality are for weight gain so then by the time my ankles healed I'm still staying down and letting you keep giving me such goodies...really just a shame

[chubinecco]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

FINALLY got to finishing the first installment of stuffing kink with my Incubus OC and his spunky little boyfriend <3 Please read and enjoy ^.^ I’m so happy with how this turned out, and I’m looking forward to writing more with these two muffins ^.^

[littlebit-indulgent]

Feeder x Feedee “friends” who don’t realize they’re into it, or each other.

I’m talking feedee overeats or has some super fattening food and feeder calls them fat. Says that’s why they’re so fucking bloated all the time. Here have more.

Feeder never finishes food and always gives it to the “fat friend” while poking their tummy and calling them tubby. Saying they’re big, so they can eat it.

Feeder makes fun of their clothes size. Says they’d were smaller if they just stopped eating. But then offers to order pizza. Stuffs them silly. Makes sure not a single slice goes to waste.

Feeder who blushes when their friend needs to unbutton pants or size up. Feeder friend who can’t stop jerking off to the load of fat their friend is piling into their frame.

[tome-binder]

You're stuffed, and aside from that you're much fatter now than you were when you met them. Your feeder wants you to top, but you can barely move... You look at them with pleading eyes and they sigh. If that's the case, they huff, rolling their eyes, you'll have to get yourself off. They won't do it for you.

Unless you eat another 500 calories for them. Your head is fuzzy with lust; you're practically dripping with need you're too weak to do anything about. Slowly you nod, resigned to your fate and their desire. They pounce on you, ready to go with a carton of heavy cream. It takes a while but you finally manage to drink 500 calories of it; your feeder watching as you burp and whine, feeling so tight you're sure you'll burst... but they toss the carton aside and sit back on their heals, chin in their hand: you don't look very full to them. 500 wasn't enough, and using heavy cream? Liquid calories are basically cheating. You'll need to find the room for another 500 calories on top of all that if you want them to get you off.

By the time they're satisfied, you really can't move. You're so very obedient. They kiss you, slapping your belly a few times to get a rise out of you. You still don't look that full to them, but you're so cute, and they love you so much... they'll go ahead and get you off, just for being so well-behaved. And sexy, they add with a nip at your double chin. You sigh in anticipation of the relief and pleasure you're too fat, heavy, and stuffed to participate in as anything more than a passenger. You're helpless as they begin feeling you up... it's all you can do to lie there and let them do whatever they want to you.

[littlebit-indulgent]

I love being a feedee, and I love over indulging. I love waking up fatter every day, and stuffing myself to the brink of exploding. I love delicious food, and I love fattening creams. I love being big and swollen. I love getting bigger. <3

[littlebit-indulgent]

Uh oh, my waistline is in trouble

[tome-binder]

Look how big and full you are... It hurts, doesn't it? You want your fat tummy rubbed, don't you? That's ok. I want to rub it too.