blubberprincess

[blubberprincess]

You've gotten pretty big, haven't you?

Your flat stomach is now rounding out, your tummy now pushing against the fabric of your dress, clinging tightly to your body. Your face has become softer and more delicate, while your thighs gap is nowhere to be seen now they rub together with every step you take.

But you can't deny that you look absolutely adorable this way. You look like an adorable little piggy, soft and pudgy, just begging to be teased and pampered. Your body is just begging to be squeezed and worshiped. You know you should probably watch what you eat, but you can't help but indulge.

Forget about your old body fatty, embrace what you've become

[blubberprincess]

“you’re getting fat, honey”

[blubberprincess]

Do you trust me bby? I promise I‘ll only make a few slight alterations, like tripling your weight and removing your ability to make independent decisions. After all, I know what’s best for you, right?🦋

[blubberprincess]

Sometimes I think abt the fact that I'm naturally pretty slender and that every curve of my body is like. literally manufactured through my own design (aka my appetite) and that makes me VERY horny 🫶

[blubberprincess]

"I'm going to the kitchen to get a drink can I bring you anything?" I ask with a smile. Knowing you'll never say no if I offer you food. I don't even need to feed you anymore, not in the literal meaning anyway. You've become so greedy, such a glutton under my influence all I have to do is enable your habits now. I've done my part conditioning you into the perfect greediest pig, I can just sit back and watch you pile more fat onto your ever expanding body for me. Rewarding you for being a good fatty by making you cum and rubbing your belly, cementing those habits more. I sometimes wonder if you can even feel full anymore, or if you realize how fat you're getting.

"Oh yes please, I'm so hungry!" Your response snaps me out of my thoughts. I smile to myself, feeling the excitement in me build. Anticipating hearing all the food you want to stuff yourself with, knowing the list will be long, and I'm about to see quite a show from you.

[blubberprincess]

Them: “I love FFAs!”

Me: Oh yay 🥰

Them: “I love the contrast between a large fat man and a small dainty woman”

Me: oh :(

[blubberprincess]

Scenes from a Full Day It's early morning. You wake up, roused to consciousness mainly by the empty ache in your stomach. Rolling your hefty body out of bed, you stretch, and rub your belly. It feels soft and cushiony, the layer of pudge bouncing slightly as you rise to stand, sloping gently down from under your moobs. You reach for a blue T-shirt. It couldn't be called roomy; your tummy is filling it out nicely now, pulling it tighter at the back where your love handles are starting to develop above your rear, and it's clinging to your chest and thickened arms, not leaving a lot to the imagination. Even in a looser shirt, it's clear you have a substantial gut on you; the days when you could hide the results of your overindulgence are over for good. Smoothing the shirt down, you finish dressing. Bending to put your socks on is harder than it once was and you puff and grunt just a little as you straighten up. As you fasten the waistband of your pants, and buckle your belt, your protruding belly pushes it down a little and you feel it bite gently into the underside. Now your hungry stomach can't wait any longer and compels you to seek out breakfast.

It's after breakfast, and the hunger pangs have subsided for now. You don't have time to stuff yourself to capacity at the moment, but you're satisfied for now, even though you know you could pack away almost as much again, given the chance. That said, a satisfying breakfast for you is a lot of food; you've eaten enough that your belly seems a little firmer, a little less jiggly than it did. The difference is most marked in the upper part of your gut, between your shallow navel and your moobs; if you could look in a mirror now you'd see that part is fuller, rounded out a little more solidly than it was when you awoke. Fuelled up, you go to set about your day…

Night now and it's almost time to go to bed again after a busy day. This evening you had a stuffing session. You pushed yourself far beyond the level of fullness that you'd get from a normal meal, and you feel magnificent. Not too far in, you were obliged to loosen your belt and then completely unfasten your waistband as your gut engorged, becoming firmer and wider, and jutting out further into your lap. The top part of your belly continued to swell, pushing out far enough that now it no longer slopes as it did this morning, but rounds straight out, magnificently bloated. When you're standing, it's now a true ball belly; sitting, you have to lean back to make room for it in your lap. The top juts out so firmly you could rest a plate of food on there, if you still had room for any more food in your belly. Which you have to admit, you don't.

You're so, so full. The gnawing of hunger has been replaced by the strain of filling your belly way past satiation. It hurts, but it's a good hurt. You're so bloated you can feel the tension in your very skin; you wonder if you might have some new stretchmarks when you wake, or if you've managed to expand your stomach's capacity once more. You know you'll still feel mostly full in the morning. Your belly feels huge, packed solid, too distended to sag or even jiggle except for the layer of fat just under the skin, and your poor T-shirt rode up to your armpits some time ago, unable to contain your expanded dimensions. It won't be long before it's finally too small to wear in public. As you sit there, you can't even see the front of your gut - you can't bend forward far enough - but if you could, you'd see your navel stretched out and even shallower than this morning. Reaching out as far as you can with your phone, you just barely manage to fit your whole belly into the frame to take a selfie. Now that you've recorded your progress, it's time to heave yourself upright, lumber off to bed and get some rest. It'll be another very full day tomorrow…

[blubberprincess]

Comparisons, Again

Left: May ‘24 - 192

Center: August ‘24 - 215

Right: January ‘25 - 230

Bottom: 160

[blubberprincess]

More.... more

I don’t know when it started, this need, this insatiable hunger that consumes me. It feels like I’ve been fattening myself forever, each day heavier, larger, more indulgent than the last. I glance at my reflection in the mirror—not that I can see much of it anymore. My face is so round, my cheeks so stuffed, it’s a miracle I can even recognize myself. My gut spills out in front of me, massive and heavy, resting on my lap like a greedy beast waiting to be fed.

And feed it I do.

I can't stop myself. Every greasy burger, every fried drumstick, every calorie-laden bite feels like it was made just for me. I revel in the sensation of my belly stretching tighter with every bite, the pressure of my waistband digging into my flesh. I tell myself to stop, that enough is enough, but then my hand reaches for another piece, and my mouth welcomes it with open arms.

It’s not just the food. It’s the shakes—those thick, creamy, calorie-drenched monstrosities. I chug them down like water, one after another, feeling the rush of sugar and fat flood my system. The way they slide down my throat, cold and sweet, is almost euphoric. Sometimes I swear I can feel the pounds stacking on as I drink, my body greedily absorbing every last drop.

I know what I’m doing to myself, but there’s a part of me that loves it. Loves the way my clothes strain and tear, loves the heaviness of my steps, loves how I have to waddle just to move. It’s like my body is no longer my own, but a monument to excess, a tribute to indulgence.

And still, I want more.

Even now, as I sit here, my belly pressed so tightly against the table it feels like it might burst, I’m thinking about my next meal. My hands are slick with grease, my breath labored from the effort of stuffing myself silly, but the thought of stopping never even crosses my mind. Why should it? This is what I was made for—to grow, to eat, to expand beyond all reason.

I close my eyes, feeling the weight of myself, the sheer enormity of my being. I should be ashamed, I should be worried, but instead, I feel... satisfaction. Because I know this is only the beginning.

[blubberprincess]

Stuffed to the max

I don't think I've ever been this full. Sitting here now, belly spilling over my waistband and pressing hard against the table, I can feel every inch of how massive I’ve become tonight. It started with just a craving, a craving I couldn’t ignore. One delivery order turned into two, then three, and before I knew it, the dining table looked like a buffet made just for me.

Plate after plate, I gorged myself, my belly growing tighter with each bite. At first, it was manageable. My shirt hugged my middle snugly, the fabric stretching enough to show off the curve of my belly. But by the time I reached the second pizza, my shirt had ridden up, exposing the soft, pale underbelly of my stomach, which was quickly turning red from being pressed so hard against the table.

Leaning forward to grab another burger became a challenge. I could feel the waistband of my sweatpants digging in, pinching me in a way that was both uncomfortable and… thrilling. I had to shift back, trying to make room for myself, but there wasn’t enough room. My belly was too big, too full. By now, bending forward wasn’t just hard—it was nearly impossible. I could barely reach past my belly to grab my drink. My arms strained, my belly pressed harder against my thighs, and I couldn’t stop a groan from escaping as I struggled to reach. Everything about this—the fullness, the tightness, the weight—felt overwhelming and exhilarating. And yet, I couldn’t stop. I grabbed the last slice of pizza, even as my body protested. My hands trembled as I brought it to my lips, my belly now painfully tight and hot. It was glorious.

Now I’m sitting here, shirt rolled up, belly swollen, wondering if I can even make it to bed without rolling over like a beached whale.

[blubberprincess]

Let me worship that massive belly, you deserve it 🤤

[blubberprincess]

Stretch marks are so sexy. Just think, you’ve been gaining weight so fast, becoming such a fat pig so quickly that your body can’t keep up with it. Your skin is literally tearing from how morbidly obese you’re getting. They should be celebrated. I’d kiss every stretch mark and trace them with my tongue. I’d leave hickeys on them so everyone can see how much I love them

[blubberprincess]

New Year

Heavier You

Make sure you’re going into this year the ready to make every day the fattest you have ever been! While others may be making resolutions to work out and join gyms you’ll be putting away enough calories to fuel a family of 4. Forget abs, grow rolls! Stay dedicated and disciplined! While the others are slacking and eventually quitting their fitness resolutions you’ll have the head start onto your dream body and hopefully inspire them to do the same and if they haven’t yet, cancel their gym membership. Let’s make the world fatter! Starting with YOU!

[blubberprincess]

I want you to be a true piggy today for me.

Every choice you make needs to be a fattening one.

All three meals greasy and calorie filled.

Sugary snacks in between.

Shakes and cola only.

Only getting up for more food.

I want you to feel so stuffed by the end of the day.

Belly like that of a pig.

And then, repeat the process tomorrow.

[blubberprincess]

what’s the fullest you’ve ever been?

Two nights ago, I (24F) felt like I truly reached my max capacity. There are some days when I focus more on grazing and the amount of time I spend eating or snacking, rather than big stuffings. That being said, I don’t mind eating a lot of food in one sitting. My feeder (25F) decided tonight she would treat me to Uber Eats, and I chose Italian. Could you imagine my face when she sent me our order, and it was over $120 just for us—well, mostly for me?

That day, I had already eaten a lot in the morning, so I felt like I had room to indulge. Add in the munchies, and it was the perfect storm. My feeder also gets me everything I need: warmed butter for my bread, extra napkins, my liter of Coke. I don’t lift a finger. Instead, I focus on the process of gradually filling myself. I started first with the bread and arancini. Usually, when we first start, my feeder will hand-feed me, but I get to a point where I want to eat way quicker than she can feed me—if you know, you know.

As I transitioned into my two different entrées, I started to feel my shorts squeezing me in ways I wasn’t expecting. I guess when I say squeezing, I mean digging into my skin because of the rate at which my belly was expanding. I didn’t finish both entrées for one reason and one reason only: I knew my feeder had gotten me dessert. It was a slice of chocolate cheesecake, and I was practically melting at the thought of adding more food to my already tense belly.

My girlfriend then gave me the can of whipped cream, and this is when I reach what I call the "point of no return." It’s the point where you’re so full, you know you’re going to need help getting off the couch, so you might as well just go for it. I conquered the dessert easily, but by this point, my shorts were completely off for fear of losing circulation.

Here’s where I kind of went off the rails: I decided to CHUG the rest of my liter of Coke. Did I regret it afterward? A little. Did my feeder make up for it? Yes.

Moral of the story: I had to be helped off the couch and had to use pillows to prop me up in bed to help digest everything I had just consumed. My belly is usually tight at the top when I overindulge, but that night, I could feel my sides aching. Luckily, my feeder tended to my every need and had me lay between her legs while she helped rub and relieve some pressure. Overall, 10/10.

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[blubberprincess]

one thing i really love about having been in this community for a while… i’ve noticed lots of us are slowly sinking deeper and deeper into the darker sides of feedism 🤭

so many of y’all started out strictly “soft,” and now you’re talking about manipulation, being over 500lbs, and fantasizing about daily funnel sessions and averaging 6k+ calories a day… as you should!