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the effects of busch apple this was two last night and i’m heavily considering chugging more tonight 🧐

#fat belly #get me fatter #soft feedism #feedee belly #intox belly #gaining weight on purpose #feedee encouragement

I want to be someone’s stupid, high little slut. I want someone to just feed me an edible and then make me take hits until I can’t anymore. Until i am a coughing and wheezing mess. Then the edible starts to kick in too. I feel so sick and so overwhelmed i can do nothing but lie down. Someone needs to then keep touching me until i cry, pretty please!!!!

fatteningprincess

So round 🥵

lonelyclonetrooperswife

🍓constantly eating fast food and drinking until I’m blackout drunk is getting me so huge 🤭 so close to 200lbs..

my belly’s starting to hang lower and lower, I love being a drunk overfed pig <3

sulfurdream

I want my girl to be so soft and trusting with me that she can be her dumbest neediest slut self. I want her to let go because mommy will take care of everything. I want her to obey me because I’m right and will choose what’s best for both of us, but demanding and needy about her needs so I can also cater to her every whim. I want her to be a soft silly dumb little princess slut who just enjoys herself all day all night, never sober, never hungry, tits filled with boozy milk from constant stimulation, belly filled with ice cream vodka shakes and her favourite meals. Just let me take care of you, praise you for being such a good little slut, envy you for losing yourself, fill you with love and fill all your needs.

sghhfhhvhfssff

housecow

i’ve um. gotten pretty heavy lately, does it show much?

stuffedsounds

I want you full.

not “a little bloated.” I want your gut to be hard to the touch. i want it to sound solid when I slap it. I want to feel your skin stretching under the pressure from inside. I want your upper belly protruding out of you like you swallowed a brick. I want your lower belly soft but filling itself up as your body strains to process what i’ve given you. I want you panting as your stomach presses on your lungs and your heart races as you try and digest. I want you moaning in discomfort with every little movement that shifts something around inside you. I want you begging me to stop when I press more to your lips. I want you to choke it down anyways and whine and writhe as your beach ball of a belly strains and distends even more. I want to press myself into your bulging body and grind on you while making you moan with pain. I want to take my time pressing my hands into your gut where it looks like it hurts the most and pushhhhh. I want to watch your face fill with agony masochistic delight.

then you’ll get a break, you’ve been so good for me anyways. I might even let you watch me please myself in front of you while you lie there unable to move, pinned down by the anvil in your gut. maybe i’ll rub your poor belly a little nicer. see if I can’t get it moving down through your system. that’ll provide you some relief as the pressure spreads itself out from your upper gut. but then your lower belly will start to grow. slowly it’ll all settle in, shepherded along by regular, firm but gentle rubs of my hands on your belly.

once I hear your panting and whining subside, I know you’re ready to go again. this time, I put a tube in your mouth. you turn your head and see it attached to a large tank. I smile and tell you this’ll help wash it down ;) I open the valve and liquid fills your mouth. it’s a slow, steady stream. the liquid is bubbly and you can taste the sting of alcohol in it. it’s sweet and the bubbles feel kinda nice in your belly, so you swallow it down steadily in big slow gulps every time your mouth fills with it.

“you like that, babe?” I ask, carefully wiping a small drip from your chin after pausing the flow to check on you.

you finish what’s in the tube then open your mouth. you moan, this time more with pleasure than pain as you feel the food I fed you earlier settling deep in your guts. your upper belly is filling with this sparkly liquid. it feels warm inside you and the bubbles seem to dislodge some of the food stuck in there. let let out a long, deep belch and sigh with blissful relief.

“yessss….. ughhh” you manage to get out as you pat your belly to shake out some more gas. “more, babe. please.” you beg.

“of course, love”

I stick the tube back in your mouth and open the valve again. this time, though, the liquid rushes in faster, harder. you can’t get it swallowed in time and it splashes all over you. I stop the flow, help you put it back in place, and we try again. this time, you open your throat more. you let the liquid flow straight into you. you can feel it landing in your belly like filling a barrel from a spout. the pressure of the gas builds as more gets in. I let this run until the liquid spills out of your mouth again. by this point, your lower gut is packed tight with food, your upper gut looks like a massive water balloon, and I can see on your face that the alcohol is taking its effect….

(part 2 coming someday?)

ssbbwsummeruk

Choked by my own fat... that's not a single bed BTW 🤭🐷🩷

chocolatesfantasy

U wish this was you just getting mindlessly FAT don’t U

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ussbhmfeedeetotheend

i need someone to ruin me.

not in the fun flirty way. i mean actually, literally, take me apart. feed me until i can't walk without waddling, until breathing feels like a chore, until my body is nothing but soft, heavy proof of your obsession. i want to be swollen with indulgence, stuffed past reason, spoiled beyond recognition.

i want to wake up in a haze of hunger and syrup-sweet affection, only to be greeted by another round of force-fed breakfasts in bed. i want you to look at me like i'm your prize pig, your project, your possession.

i want the teasing, the pressure, the constant, creeping growth. i want the way you’ll sneer when i say i’m full, the way you’ll smile when the scale creaks louder every day. I want your hands everywhere, greedy and proud, shaping me like clay into exactly what you want.

no escape. no diet. no mercy. Just feed me.

i want to be broken—beautifully, thoroughly—by appetite.

i want to be yours in the most obscene way possible. a thing you keep fattened, pampered, and pumped full of calories until i’m unrecognizable. until i'm helpless. until my body is a bloated, quivering monument to your obsession and my surrender.

don’t just feed me. force me. hold me down and pour milkshakes past my lips until i’m whining and leaking and begging you to stop, even as my gut growls for more. make me cry from fullness, then coo in my ear about how proud you are. tell me i was made to be this soft, this greedy, this round.

push me to the brink. watch me struggle to lift myself from the bed you’ve made my prison. slap the side of my belly and laugh when it jiggles for seconds after. make me wear tight clothes just so you can watch them give out, seams snapping like they’ve finally admitted defeat.

you said you wanted a pig? then feed me like one. treat me like one. no dignity, no limits. spoon after spoon, bite after bite, until i’m gasping and drooling and too heavy to fight you. make me need you to eat, to move, to breathe.

make me forget who i was before you turned me into this.

just a swollen, spoiled, overfed mess made for your pleasure.