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brain goes brrr for body contrast 🫠🔥🥵
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Okay, hot concept time once again! So, another inherently super attractive thing is when formerly athletic people get fat (as feedees). Like, listen; once again, JUST THE MESSENGER. Like, someone going from fit to like REALLY chonky is just umph, you know? Like, they could run like SEVERAL laps before, but now get winded climbing the stairs? Getting off of the COUCH??! All because they got super into eating to satisfy their fantasies??! Because stuffing their face became more important??!
(Yikes, oof! :) )
Full should be the default. The stomach is a muscle after all.. You wanna keep that thing working.
You shouldn't ever feel hungry. Rather a need to top off your belly to return to feeling full.
My bf will never leave me, I made him too fat to run.
me and my gfeeder. she has the best ass mmmmmmmnnnmmmfeederbuttiminlove
Share if you like cupcakes 🧁
Or if you want a fit girl you force feed you cupcakes by the dozen😈
Repost if you love burgers 🍔
Or want a fit girl to feed you burgers until you’re ready to pop😈
Addicted.
I didn’t realize how deep it’s become. How much I needed this.
The rush I feel the moment I lift something sweet to your lips… the way your eyes brighten before you even taste it. The anticipation. Your hunger. Tongue salivating.
The way your mouth opens for me. Eager. Obedient. Already wanting more.
It does something to me.
Every time I watch you chew, I feel it. Something inside me unwinds. I relax as I watch you give in. But… when you swallow, it’s gone in an instant.
So I need it again. I need another bite. I need another reaction. I need another second where you are mine to feed. It’s become a cycle for us. I feed and you melt. You eat and I crave more.
And every time I press something to your lips, it only gets worse. More cravings. More indulgence. More of you.
Look at what it’s doing to you. Your waist has been thickening up. You’re getting fatter because of every treat. Every sugary caloric confection. Every bite. Every moment you just couldn’t say no. It’s all changing you. And you let it happen.
Why? Because you’re addicted too, aren’t you? You need me. You NEED mommy. You need the way my eyes linger while you chew. Need mommy’s hands fondling your growing belly. Need that feeling of fullness. Need to hear that praise when you’ve finished ALL your food. Need mommy’s love and affection when she’s taking care of your swollen body.
You want this. You want to be fed. To be wanted like this. To be needed like this. You love this.
Mommy is addicted to fattening you up. Addicted to the way you respond. Addicted to the way you grow. Addicted to making you mine…one bite at a time.
So tell me… are you going to keep feeding my addiction?
I’m in the mood to fatten someone up. Quickly.
Pump them full of calories. Fast food. Carbs. Sweets. Sugar. Anything really.
Completely transform your body. Make you grow a massive gut. Love handles that pour over your waistband. Thighs the size of my toned waist. A huge jiggly ass.
I want to transform your mind too. Make you simp over me. Only think about me and food. Head empty other than that.
Turn you into what you’re meant to be. My fat PIG.
I love seeing how much you can put away for me.
Especially when I can reach out and jiggle your belly fat while you do it.
I love seeing all my hard work spilling over your waist line.
I don’t think you understand how much bigger you’re going to get. It’s no longer your choice.
You’re eating for me now. You’re gaining for me now.
Now let’s see how long it takes for the next 10 pounds to pile on….
Oh piggy look at you . You made a mess , again . You need to control yourself , to stop yourself .
Your shirts don’t fit , keep popping . Chairs creaks under your weight and your panting after walking 5 minutes .
Is that really how you want to live your life ? Like a pig ?
Being on the couch all day , chugging and burping while jerking off . Is that really what you want ?
Once you start , there is no coming back .
Look at you ,what did you do to yourself?
What happened to that skinny boy who used to fit in his pants?
You did that yourself , nobody pushed you to . And you know what? I know you like it.
You like feeling your clothes getting tighter and tighter , you love stuffing yourself constantly like you life depends on it.
You like when people stare at you, thinking how much of a piggy you actually are .
And your right .
This is my first post, I hope you guys like it! DM for more !
It’s time to embrace being fat.
You’re not the fit athlete anymore. Muscular gym guy. Toned gym bunny. You’ve gotten chubby. And there’s no stopping now.
The gym is for fit people like me. You belong on the couch, surrounded be snacks. Mindlessly watching tv as you binge on nothing but empty calories.
Your belly pushing further and further over your waistband. Love handles poking out. Ass pressing against seams on your pants.
People will be confused. A fit hottie like me walking around next to a pig like you. My toned tummy on display. Your fat belly hanging out.
A perfect example of our contrast.
So go on pig.
EAT.
Make mommy happy🥰
Your body is my project now. Your self-control? Gone. Your freedom to stop? Nonexistent.
I want you helpless, dependent, and desperately addicted to every bite I command.
You’re going to submit completely: open wide, chew faster, swallow harder. I’ll pin you down if I have to, funnel you until you’re gasping and new stretch marks have formed 😇😈
Fatter.
Until bending over becomes a chore. Until getting up from a chair breaks a sweat. Until your voice starts sounding deeper and huskier.
Fatter.
Until the largest clothing options become too tight. Until it's impossible to stay fully clothed without fat oozing out of every opening. Until a normal social life become nigh-impossible.
Fatter.
Until regular meals become snacks. Until seconds become fifths. Until your appetite drives your decisions over anything else. Until the most deprived, questionable dining options become the most delicious choices you could ever make.
Fatter.
You can always eat more...
You’re past the point of no return, piggy.
That skinny body? It’s gone forever, nothing but a cute little memory now.
And you know what? You’re going to keep swelling, keep eating, keep obeying…
Because nothing turns you on more than the thought of doing absolutely anything to please me.
No turning back. Just more. And more. And more. 💕🐷