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POV im sitting on top of you after eating myself a few pounds heavier and you can feel it turning to fat as I play with myself đ
highkey spend time reading about feedees and their stuffings because i'm in a place where i cannot be a glutton currently and i am living vicariously through it . i am mentally hungry i want to eat enough for a family and rub my stuffed gut but i cannot.
just gonna drool over your fat gut instead and shove the pounds on you instead
reblog if tumblr is lowkey making you fatter
Me when I see my feeder again
I am becoming such a sloppy ball of fat. My double chin seems to never stop growing. My stretch marks are bigger and deeper than they've ever been. It's never been this apparent to me how much I've actually been gaining. My thighs are swallowing me in the video. Consumed with cellulite.
I still want more. Stuffing myself nightly has been my current obsession.
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Thankyou guys for all the support. And just letting me be a pig.
I need too tight panties that dig into my ass while I eat. I need shirts and sweaters to just almost cover my belly but not quite. I need bras unable to prevent my heavy tits from spilling out. I need the fabric of my pants to dig into my thighs and the center inseam to press against my clit. I need my cheeks puffy and lips filled like a fat bimbo.
Make me so fat nothing can fit.
fill me up until my stomach is strained and aching and I'm waddling with every step, then take me out and parade me around. and whenever that tightness in my belly begins to ease, whenever my gait becomes more relaxed, shove more into me until I'm struggling even worse than before.
almost at a month and a half-ish of dieting and ive only lost a 1/2 inch off my belly đ© iâm going to have to rely on shapewear to fit in my dress for a wedding sunday,
in other news ive recently discovered that the feeling of spanx compressing against my gut is a constant turn onâŠđ đ„”
Holds donut up to your mouth and you open up even though your already stuffed to the brim
Yeah eat that food fat girl
Get fatter princess
Itâs so hot thinking about being tied up and fattened up to obesity. You feel your stomach expanding wider and wider. You feel the fat piling on. You feel each pound making you heavier. You want to submit your weight completely to someone and give them full discretion to make you as round as they please. Someone shoving high calorie foods down your throat. They want to see you let go. They want to see you big. And youâre going to do that for them
Itâs so hot thinking about being tied up and fattened up to obesity. You feel your stomach expanding wider and wider. You feel the fat piling on. You feel each pound making you heavier. You want to submit your weight completely to someone and give them full discretion to make you as round as they please. Someone shoving high calorie foods down your throat. They want to see you let go. They want to see you big. And youâre going to do that for them
Might I interest you in a car stuffing? đ
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Taking her on a little âfield tripâ to a farm just so she can see a literal example of the goal weight Iâve set for her. Making her watch the cows lazily grazing in the field while I whisper in her ear that their mindless constant eating is the exact behavior I expect from her now. Watching her face flush as she realizes Iâm comparing her soft growing body to livestock, not caring that I can see her getting wet just thinking about becoming that massive and that cared for. All this just to set the tone before I take her through three different drive thrus on the way home and start piling the bags of greasy addiction into her lap~
Iâd spend the whole ride calling her my pretty good girl while I watch her struggle to breathe under the weight of everything sheâs desperately swallowing. Both of us getting turned on watching her gorge herself uncomfortably past her limits and so swollen with salt and fat that she can barely even shift in her seat while she mindlessly keeps reaching for more fries... Sheâd be too deep in that heavy overstuffed fog, to realize Iâm making it physically impossible for her to ever stop grazing until sheâs finally caught up to the cows in the field... and even if she realizes, she wouldnât care anyway. We have the same goal and itâs to make her so ruined and docile that she starts to crave the comparison because she knows that the bigger she gets the more Iâm going to worship her and keep her blissfully stuffed to the brim, the more sheâll find hickeys and bite marks mixed in with her stretch marks, and the more my lust and devotion intertwined will be poured into her and her growing body~
By the time we pull into the driveway sheâll be reminded that sheâs nothing but a gorgeously heavy pile of greed whoâs ready to be bred and fed until sheâs too heavy to even remember what it felt like to be anything but an angel of gluttony turned into a cow. <3
Thereâs two wolves inside me: career driven baddie that would make a really bossy feeder, and needy, whiny pig that wants to be spoiled all day and get fatter.
Itâs dawning on you, isnât it? That youâre completely corrupted. That any chance of a slim figure, a tight toned stomach, or even a thigh gap, are comically impossible. Your little habit of snacking has turned into almost ritualistic binging. You went from a little extra portion, to eating meals that could feed a family of four or five. Your stomach is doughy, covered in stretch marks, and oh so desperate to be stretched to its limits.
Your thighs, hips, arms, belly, cheeks, and chin are all covered in softness. Warm, doughy flesh that jiggles and quivers when you walk⊠or waddle in this case. Just the slightest touch sends quakes through your softened flesh. And the craziest part is⊠your ever growing body makes your pussy throb, doesnât it?
You canât deny it⊠youâre addicted to being a fat pig. You know itâs not what you originally planned on⊠but somewhere along the way your brain got rewired⊠and now fat just feels good. Too good. You get almost embarrassingly soaking wet whenever youâre âtoo fullâ. You have to stop what youâre doing and masturbate if you play with your belly for too long. You feel your pussy throb if you outgrow a shirt and notice your gut hanging out of it.
You canât get enough though, can you? You love your lack of control. Your gluttonous impulses. You love being a fat piggy. To be a good girl⊠and good girls get fat, donât they?
Be a good girl, wonât you? So take an extra bite for me, piggy. Pretty please? đ·
I want to be a good girl. Good girls get nice and fat. @theguyguy87 đ·đ
Okay but why are the taco bell party packs starting to feel like normal sized meals...