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Here's a short clip from the aftermath of a commissioned stuffing I did for someone ☺️ (thank you so so much for letting me post a small clip from the videos!)

If you want to see me stuffed for you personally, or if you just like seeing me stuffed like the good fatty I am, consider commissioning your own stuffing with me! I'll eat all the fast food I can handle, and then some more... 🤤

Here's a before photo to show just how stuffed I got :)

#fullgulosity #faves

Since you write some of my favorite fics I’m curious What’s your favorite feeedist story on deviant art?

Really nice of you to say, thank you! There are so many good writers on here and I had no idea until about a year and a half ago ☺️ alright, now I’m gonna be honest and say that deviant art has never really been my stomping grounds. Absolutely no shade, it’s just not a site I was aware of until my formative years were long over (lol oopsies).

Now dimensions magazine? That was my shittttt lolol I used to update a list on my og iPod touch notes app of my favorite fics on there. That said, most of dimensions has been paywalled for so long that I can’t fully remember the plots of many of them so YMMV with these favorites. But I still think about Xander by Undine often and I wonder whatever came of Xander and Cee haha. I also really liked Yes by Starling, Anna’s Friend by Starling, The Main Line by Ashblonde, and Melanie’s Muse by Molly.

Looking back, I think all I really wanted was some cutie little YA romance books with hot, chubby love interests lol! If the version of myself who enjoyed those stories could only see what I get up to on a Friday night now 👀😎 no further comment

I interrupt the horny posts likely above and below this with an exasperated, confused, frustrated question. How the fuck are y’all dating for a stable, long term relationship with this kink?! I truly do not know what the fuck to do. How are we dating normies? How are we dating fellow feedists? How and where are we finding good, solid people interested in long term partnership, regardless of fetishes?

Lowkey I’m kinda at a loss right now trying to sort out how to find a partner that I want, who wants me, who understands me deeply as a person with all my unique qualities, and will choose me time and time again through it all.

Any advice is appreciated. I could use your guidance and uplifting perspectives.

laaauraeve

“Aww, poor piggy. Did you eat too much? That’s okay, we can take a break for now..”

I can’t help but pity you a bit when you get like this. In too deep, flushed and struggling to catch your breath, stuck in place like a beached whale.

“You’ve been so good for me, piggy.” I purr in your ear, playing with your hair. “And it’s gotten me all worked up.” I slip off my shorts and panties and, in a smooth motion, slide myself across your thighs so I sit straddling you. I reach a hand out to brush your stuffed gut and you whimper in pain. You would have flinched away if you weren’t weighed down right now.

“Aw, it’s okay, piggy. Don’t you want to make me feel good?” The whimpers of pain begin to mix with pleasure as I lightly run my hand around your belly. “Good boy.”

I rise onto my knees and start slowly grinding my heat against your fatpad. I brush lightly, just barely touching as I move up to your lower stomach, running my wet pussy up and down the line of your happy trail. I relish in every reaction you give me: every whine and moan, every whimper of pain and pleasure and overstimulation. You shake underneath me with pleasure and anticipation.

I stop for a second when I brush against your dick, rock-hard and half-buried in the soft blubber of your fat pad and inner thighs. Of course, your boxers are already damp. “You’ve really got no self control at all, do you?” I muse. Pathetic.

I rub myself over your tip, teasing myself with slow, circular motions. The roughness of the material of your boxers against my swollen clit makes me moan with pleasure.

“Yeah, you like that..?” You murmur through panted breaths.

I slow, stop.

“Don’t pretend like you’re doing any work here, fatty.” I start again, rubbing progressively harder circles against you. “All you’ve done is sit here and stuff yourself into a useless pile of lard. That’s your role, big boy. Sit here, eat yourself even fatter and more pathetic than you were before, and let me get off on it. Don’t forget it.”

You let out a loud moan as you soak through your boxers again. I don’t let up.

“Too- hard. It hurts—“ I interrupt your complaint with another donut shoved into your open mouth. You let out several muffled whines and moans through the mouthful as I rub myself against you 3 more times. After one final hard circle against your cock, I pull away and look at you.

You look huge. Covered in thick, heavy fat. Breathing heavily from the strain of your constant hedonism, the effects of your gluttonous habits are written all over your body.

Your eyes are fixed on me, silently pleading but half-lidded, like you’re exhausted. Your cheeks are round and smeared with chocolate icing. Your jaw is still working on the donut, and the chins under it jiggle as you chew.

You look pathetic. Your neck and shoulders are softened with fat, your arms round and flabby. Your chest has been buried underneath two fat man-tits, followed by thick rolls of fat that stretch all the way to your back.

Your stomach is the star of the show, though. The upper half, swollen from all the food you stuffed down, pushes up against your tits and upper rolls. From there it hangs forward, heavy and round and red, littered with stretch marks. It commands space in your lap, and stretches around your hips into big, puffy love handles.

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a/n: i might add more to this later (likee some actual sex 🙂‍↕️), but i like what i have rn :p . i cant keep waiting for everything to be perfect or whatever to post it yk.

obese men ❤️❤️❤️ you have my heart.

laaauraeve

pt. 2

You finish chewing and swallow with another whine.

“Are you ready to be a good boy?”

You let out a small noise of agreement. Most days I would have forced a proper response out of you, but you look so dazed and stupid I don’t even bother.

“Good. Lean back, big boy” I instruct, and you oblige. I tug your tight boxers down, motioning for you to lift your hips. You grunt with the effort, lifting them just enough for me to pull the boxers under the plush of your ass before plopping back down heavily and letting out a sigh.

Your dick springs up when I pull the boxers off your front, and I grab and stroke it softly. The poor thing is now a few inches shorter than it used to be, surrounded by and buried in soft lard. I lower my head and give a light, tentative lick to the crease between your fatpad and your thigh, then a long, flat lick along the exposed length of your cock. This elicits a few increasingly pathetic whimpers from you.

“You’re such a pig,” I pull away and take in the sight of your huge body, my eyes filled with lust. “You’ve really let yourself go, huh?” I bite my lip, walk my fingers up the side of your stomach. You nod quickly, half-lidded eyes pained with need and desperation. I climb onto your lap once more, motioning for you to hold your belly up so I can get closer.

“What a useless pig you’ve become.” I position my near dripping cunt over you. “Say it.”

“I’m a pig— Ohhh, fuck.” You moan as I lower myself onto your cock. I take it all (all that’s left, anyway) and rest my hips on your plush thighs to give myself a chance to adjust. You let out a low moan when I slap your swollen gut. “Mhmm. And what else?”

“F-fuck. I’m—” You struggle to focus as I start riding your cock. “I have no self-control. I’m ruining myself. I keep eating and stuffing myself and I can’t stop. Unnnh- I’m a fat, worthless pig.” You’re out of breath.

“Good boy,” I praise. I grab onto your love handles and the rest of your body jiggles with them. We continue on like this for few minutes: me grabbing at and playing with the fat hanging off your helpless body as your whimpers and moans get increasingly louder and more pathetic between each struggling breath.

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna- I’m—” I feel the heat rush inside of me before you can finish your sentence. I slow to a stop, resting on your thighs as your cum dribbles out of me. You continue with your panting, big gut rising up and down with each breath.

After a minute, I lean over your belly and turn your chubby face towards me. With your eyes glazed over, you almost look like an animal.

A dumb pig.

“That was pretty quick, piggy. Seems like you have even less control over your dick than you do over your appetite.” I smirk. No response from you; you’re too tired. “Aw, maybe I should cut you some slack.. Sitting there and letting me do all the work must be soo exhausting.”

I pull off of you and stand up. Still no verbal response, but you whine softly when I pull away. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but you still have some more work to do.” You turn your eyes towards the box of donuts on the end table next to you; there are still four left. You let out a pathetic whimper.

“Don’t whine, big boy. Be a good piggy and finish these up for me.” 😘

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a/n: my first post is getting a little attention (yayy!) so that inspired me to wrap this part up :) thank you guys :p

Not really an ask but your posts are amazing… wow and your writing is intoxicating

Aww, thank you, kind stranger!!! ☺️

stuffedseas

I’m such a fat fucking chud (should be even fatter tho 😋😍)

gilescorey666

Seeing my partner eat while he’s inside me is so pure

fairygoulish

That weird girl with a high sex drive will save you btw

ayooowherethefoodat

ayo

fullglutton

👀 looking massive after a proper feast

fullglutton

😵‍💫 I mean, it can't hurt to have this much soda after a big meal. Right???

zanyglittertidalwave

You’ve done such a good job today piggy, stuffing yourself with all your favorites I picked up at the store. I did it on purpose you know, lined the fridge and pantry with all the fattening foods your bottomless belly can’t refuse. Walking through the grocery aisles, I pictured how much this haul would soften you, and I couldn’t stop myself from adding more and more to the cart until it practically overflowed. Pizza, lasagna, and garlic bread, with pints of ice cream, candy, and a chocolate cake for dessert. Of course I bought too much. My pig needs too much for his belly to grow.

Tonight, I want you so tight you’re on the verge of bursting, And that’s nearly what you’ve given me, such a good piggy, but you aren’t quite done yet. There’s still the rest of this cake I need you to finish. Straddling your wide hips, I raise another forkful to your mouth. “No more,” you protest, eyes rolling back and then closing as you groan through the immense pressure in your stomach. Your pain only motivates me further and I shiver at the understanding of just how full I’ve made you. My body floods with warmth as I raise my hand to your middle and press ever so lightly on the top of your belly. There’s almost no give piggy, can you feel that? You’ve shoveled so much in for me tonight.

I lower the fork for just a moment to free both hands. While I won’t stop feeding you, I can take a moment to give you some relief. My fingers rub synchronized circles into the tightest part of your gut and you sigh. I’ve been relentless tonight, haven’t I? Barely giving you more than a few moments between bites before shoving more into your greedy mouth. I know you love it though, held here beneath me, forced to eat more and more until you can barely suck in a full breath around your massive gut. You love being made to eat so much you could pop, feeling fullness bloom into such tightness that you can’t see straight, knowing your hard work will be rewarded with extra pounds on the scale tomorrow.

I shift to the right, resting down onto your fleshy thigh. Without panties on, I know you feel it, the slick wetness growing between my legs. My right hand groping your fat chest, I bring the other to my pussy, unable to stop myself as I rub circles around my clit. My hips move in rhythm as I grind into your leg, creating waves in your fat belly that crash into me and drive me closer to orgasm. Moving down, my right fingers drag again over the tight top of your stomach to your abundant overhang and I can’t help but jiggle your belly as I get myself off. I love touching your softest parts, the ones we’ve fattened together. You moan as my movement jostles your overstuffed gut, threatening again to burst, but a burp relieves the pressure and you settle back against the bed frame. Your release pushes me over the edge, inviting my own, and I can’t help but squeeze more of you as I cum hard in your lap. Pleasure pulses through me and I sag into your softness, unable to keep myself upright any longer. Gripping your chubby cheeks, I press my soft lips against yours. Your mouth tastes like fudge and I smile into you, remembering the task at hand.

My orgasm may have bought you some time, piggy, but I won’t be distracted for long. I haven’t forgotten we’re here to make you fatter and I will keep you in this bed, trapped under the weight of your enormous stuffed belly, until every bite of this cake is gone.

zanyglittertidalwave

Wowww, you piggies are eating this one up right now 🤭 it is pretty hot, making me feel some typa way

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