WeakestTummyEnjoyer

She/Her - pan - 20s 18+ only - ageless/blank blogs get insta blocked SW: 170 - CW: 255 🏳️‍⚧️➡️s

[weakesttummyenjoyer]

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Hi, it’s Tummy!

Name: you may call me L, Tummy, or Cow (She/Her).

I'm a femme feeder turned feedee (it do be like that sometimes). I started out around 170lbs naturally since I'm a tall girly and gained a few pounds. The rest is history. Being fat just feels good and I will not apologize for it.

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Obviously this is a kink blog, minors do not interact. Also if you do not have an age in your bio, you're blocked.

Kinks I like: feedism, weight gain, hypnosis, contrast, hucow, praise (good girl), puppygirl/robogirl type shit, clicker

Kinks I sometimes like: pregnancy, bdsm, giantess, slob

Kinks I'm not interested in (totally chill if you are, I just don’t partake): piss, scat, vore, incest, emeto, age play, detrans, blueberry

Sub-genres of feedism I love: button popping, contrast, burps, chugging ice-cream/2-litres/funnel feeding (this shit does it to me HOLY), before/afters

Born to be a subby, chubby girl (yearning and queer). Forced to be dommy mommy (6' and deep-ish voice).

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I love this community and have been a lurker for years. Please be kind to me and each other. I understand the whole "ruining your body" thing, but it's not for me. I genuinely think fat people are beautiful and have never considered gaining weight as destruction. I'm also not that kind of a submissive, so it does nothing to turn me on. Please refrain from that phrase and similar things when interacting with me.

I use #feral for things that make me feral.

[paunchbunny]

happy pride :) this was my outfit. my accessory was a puppy.

that is all.

[weakesttummyenjoyer]

It’s too hot. Have a good weekend!

[urwitchypiggy]

Hot women should fatten me then take advantage of me sexually!! If I protest at all just make me bigger I won’t be able to stop you (or want to)

[keep-eating-pig]

Yesss please 😩😩

[urwitchypiggy]

Not sure how or why but the idea of my generally above average cock being buried in estrogen and lard until it barely works or is visible is so so so hot

[weetathiccs]

✨guess I’ve outgrown these🤭✨

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[oralthicksation]

it's been so insanely hot in my apartment (no AC 😞) but at least I have ice cream and juice and soda 🙏🙏

[tianastummy]

do u like all 4's or the deflated marshmallow look?

[ginger-ly]

Guess they don’t fit, huh? 😳

[softnsweeet0]

very happy to announce I gained over 30lbs in less than two months!!! I can’t wait to see what the rest of the year has in store for me 🥰

Exact numbers and weigh in vids are on my OF 💗

[blondiee188]

I love how rewarding it feels to squeeze myself into clothes that used to fit after a long week of stuffing myself endlessly with fast food. Ending each night with my belly more swollen than the last until it’s become permanently rounded from the amount of food I keep stuffing in it. These jeans buttoned a little over a month ago and now…. It doesn’t even come close to closing. My bras have begun struggling to contain my growing boobs. As if that wasn’t proof enough of what all the extra calories have done to my body I tried to fit into this tank top since I knew my other shirts would struggle against my chubby arms… I did not expect this to struggle to cover my belly 😅

[doughys-deactivated20220929]

quick updateeee im doughy n empty </3

[housecow]

still doughy, never empty though :3

[housecow]

and i’ll just keep getting fatter

[housecow]

all the recent weight has gone to my tits and double chin…

[tipsystar]

hey no offense but if i feed you a drink. Nd then another drink. and another drink and then some food. and tell you how cute you are when you’re tipsy and stuffing yourself and then i keep doing that till you’re sloppy drunk and so full you cant stand up woukd that be cool

[gettingsofter]

officially tripled my starting weight ♡

[blondiee188]

I can’t beleive I used to wear size 2s and now I can barely fit into a size 16… I used to not have to wear a bra either. It’s crazy how much food has changed my body 😵‍💫

[biggestsoftestpuppy]

puppy laying in bed and panting from the heaviness of body while her owner gives her sweet fattening treats, petting her tummy, squishing their hand into the fat, lifting the overhang and watching it bounce and wobble back between her plumps thighs as it’s dropped, jiggling the flabbiness and hearing puppy puff from the movement, telling their puppy she is such good girl for eating so many treats and getting so much fatter, and reminding their puppy how much more soft squishy fat that will develop on their body if she continues being such a good obedient pup

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

Taking Care of the Leftovers

When we moved in together, they told me that they wouldn’t mind cooking most of the time. I couldn’t get enough of what they made so I didn’t argue, but despite their protests I insisted that I do the dishes so I could help out a bit. They would always make way more than either of us could hope to finish in one night, always leaving leftovers for me to take for lunch the next day. Every night after dinner I would clean and they would take care of the leftovers.

Domestic bliss hit me hard. They seemed to love cooking, and I loved what they made. After every meal they would ask what I thought and do their best to encourage seconds and thirds, but no matter how much I ate there was always plenty leftover. I didn’t notice the way portions seemed to grow even as my wardrobe shrank, nor the way they learned my tastes so that I couldn’t resist another bite.

The next year passed quickly, and our little routine started to show cracks. First I would be so full after dinner that they would sit next to me and rub my belly for a few minutes before I could stand to begin cleaning. Next, standing at the sink became too much of a workout so I began to pull a chair in front of the sink every night. They made sure I never felt bad about needing extra help, always telling me how happy they were to see me enjoying their cooking, always cooing sweetly into my ear as they helped me deal with the consequences of my gluttony.

Every day there would be some new task they took over for me, soothing my anxieties and making sure I knew how much they loved to help. My weight skyrocketed under their care. Before I knew it, they were doing almost everything for me, except for the dishes.

On a night like any other, I had just come out of my feast induced daze and began the slow shuffle towards the dishes, using the chair I would need to sit in front of the sink as a walker. As I eased my bulk onto the creaking chair and tried to get into position, my belly pressed against the cabinets and my arms spilled over the countertop like normal, but no matter what I tried I couldn’t seem to reach the faucet. I could see them watching predatorily out of the corner of my eye as I desperately tried to shift and wobble my way closer, but after a few breathless attempts I felt their hand on my shoulder. “You must be so exhausted trying to do all that work by yourself tubby, why don’t you just let me take over?” They whispered in mock sympathy. They help me stand and lead me back to the table, glibly talking about how hard I’ve been working even as I barely make it back to my seat. “How about we switch things up? From now on I can do the dishes. Do you think you could take care of the leftovers for me?” They ask in the sweetest voice they can muster.

I nod and look for the Tupperware, but they just chuckle and walk to the sink, calling back over their shoulder to me. “Oh you wont be needing those, piggy.” They say with a wicked grin as they nod at the table, filled with enough food for a family. “You must be starved after all that exercise. I’ll be done in a few minutes if you need help with that too.” They say with a wink before they get to work. I stare down the plates stacked high with my favorites, and my mouth waters despite the fullness of my stomach. As I pull another place towards me and reach for my first bite, they hum in satisfaction. I could never say no to them anyway.