booblebopz
Booblebopz
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30cisF/SHE/HER/ B L A C K/Bi /feedee type blog/ NO MINORS��
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booblebopz · 5 days ago
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booblebopz · 5 days ago
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Ugh my stomach hs been gurgling all night whyyyy
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booblebopz · 7 days ago
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God I'm so obsessed with him...his body is so addicting...
been meaning
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booblebopz · 7 days ago
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My feedism jars!
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booblebopz · 7 days ago
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Don’t mind all the crumbs on my belly…
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booblebopz · 7 days ago
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UGH there was this gainer here whose pinned post was him chugging boosts WHILE hiccuping then he deleted all his posts. Whyyy didn't I reblog that one 😭
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booblebopz · 7 days ago
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Gosh, I had...have so many fantasies about just having a boyfriend that I can just stuff and take care of, I'm in one of those "pushing his limit" moods or to watch someone do that cause I want to hear them moan about how full they are and burp and hiccup, gosh
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booblebopz · 8 days ago
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When to urge to be fatten beyond belief is so LORG YOU CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. My mind is spiralingggg
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booblebopz · 8 days ago
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Debating whether or not I wanna start posting pics here..
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booblebopz · 8 days ago
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God, I wanna feed you and rub that big gut as you do so.
I want my gut rubbed and slapped so badly that I keep mindlessly stuffing my face with even more food 😩
Just put on a movie and keep rubbing my fat gut while we watch. I’ll mindlessly keep stuffing myself throughout as you keep your warm touch on my distended midsection, reminding me of where the food needs to go. I’ll just feel so safe and dumb that I’ll just be ignoring all signals to stop eating, letting my primal urge to gorge everything in site to run rampant.
Keep the food and drinks close so I keep blowing myself up. And if I stop because I’m too full, and my pained moans are too distracting just keep rubbing and patting my big belly and whisper for me to keep eating. Calm me with your words that only serve to put me in a state to keep gorging for you, to keep feeding myself bigger.
I’d be an absolute mess of a boulder sized guy by the time the credits rolled 😩
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booblebopz · 8 days ago
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I stuffed myself tonight snd it felt so good 🥵 I wish I could have kept going.
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booblebopz · 9 days ago
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I needed that little laugh 😊
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feedist kinktober 23 : bonfire bash
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booblebopz · 9 days ago
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A commission comic I did for ILikeBellies, on DA.
Although a commission, this comic is right up my alley.
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booblebopz · 11 days ago
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May of drank too much and now I have the hiccups 🍻🐷😋
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booblebopz · 12 days ago
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thinking again about the comorbidity of terror and disgust that underpins fatphobia. i know people like to joke about phobias and how no one is “scared of fat people” or whatever but like. there is a fear of fatness that exists, partially because of what fatness represents socially but also because people fear losing control of their own bodies and many consider fatness a visual manifestation of that exact phenomenon. the remedy for this is, of course, realizing you have very little control over your body in the first place but that is an equally scary thing for most people so. rock and a hard place, etc etc
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booblebopz · 14 days ago
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The Spider and the Gourd
Chapter 2
Her name was Nansi.
“Igbo Creek,” The name rolled around in her mouth like a hard sour candy. She stretched back into the passenger seat and gazed at Star with those eyes again. “Interesting name.”
Star didn't register the hidden question at first. She was captivated (and bewildered) at how tight the maroon dress had become. Nansi's belly and breasts curved against it deliciously, and the hem crawled up soft, supple thighs.
Nansi's hand gently touched Stars' chin.
“ I don't remember the meaning–why the town is called–” She stammered.
Nansi laughed; bubbly champagne. “That's fine. I think I can guess.” She stared out the window. “The igbos who chose the sea over slavery all those years ago, came up, at the right time, to the right place. Here. Am I right?”
Star couldn't answer. She really didn't know and couldn't remember if she ever knew. Some things about Igbo Creek were fuzzy.
“It's not important. I just like stories.” She paused, taking her hand into Stars. “Whats yours?”
Hearing her name echo from Nansi's lips gave her chills. “Umm… well… I've alway lived here… and I like to cook.”
And I want to cook for you, she felt.
“Oh? Can I taste your cooking?”
Yes. Star felt a deep need to make food for Nansi, to watch her eat, to see her belly swollen with food, to feel her belly and growing body against hers…
Where was this coming from?
“I'm starving.” Nansi caressed her belly. “ is there anything you can feed me?”
They were home.
Nanzi found a spot on the blue couch and sat with her legs crossed. Waiting.
Star buzzed around the kitchen, guided by a beat that began pulsing through her body.
Ground beef. Butter. Garlic.
She boiled and drained pounds of noodles, blowing through food that was meant to last for weeks.
For her.
The thought of Nansis' smile, her open mouth, this food in Star's hands going to her thighs and arms and ass….
Star poured every inch of herself into this great offering, because the very action caused sweet rivers of pleasure to flow through her.
Star presented two huge pots of spaghetti smothered with ground beef cooked in butter and vodka sauce, topped with roasted garlic. Four loaves of Ciabatta were laid out on the table, along with a liter of pepsi and a huge pitcher of pink lemonade.
Nansi looked like a cat ready to pounce. “Thank you,” She breathed out.
She began to gorge.
These weren't the rapid but delicate bites Star witnessed at the diner. Nansi packed her mouth with spaghetti before swallowing, again and again, eyes rolled back in pleasure.
“Fuck,” She moaned out once, before gripping the now empty first pot and locking it clean. “This is delicious.”
Star watched Nansi's belly swell with food, extending out into her lap. She wanted so desperately to rub it; yet she didnt want to miss the whole picture; Nansi chewing and gulping and moaning, pausing to let out an *Urp* or *huck*. Pausing and caressing her swollen belly, that was testing the limits of her dress.
Why is this turning me on?
The waves of pleasure going through Star's veins drowned out any alarm. What was most important, was that her food had satisfied Nansi.
When the devouring was done, Nansi leaned back, her arms stretched around her huge belly. She smiled at Star. “ Come here.”
Star lept from her chair to Nansi's side.
“Thank you for such a de–*hic*–delicious meal. *Urp* excuse me. *Hmp*– ugh.” She seemed almost as delirious as Star felt. Euphoric.
Star watched each hiccup and burp bounce her huge belly up into her breasts. “I'm glad you liked my food. I can't believe you ate it all.”
“I couldn't resist.”
Star felt bold. She reached out and caressed the throbbing belly.
It was hot and tight. A soft moan purred out of Nansi.
That was all Star needed to hear. The caress deepened into a massage, her arm extending as far as she could, pressing in as much as she could into the hot, tight flesh. She pat it, and it resounded like a drum full of liquid.
Nansi laid onto the couch, and Star pulled herself on top of her, Nansis belly pressing against her body deliciously. Both lost within a strange ecstacy, they drifted off to sleep.
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Star awoke from a dreameless sleep, still on top of Nansi.
The giant belly was gone, but in its place was a soft, wider permanent one that Stars" hand rested on. Her head was between two large breasts that were barely contained by the dress.
She felt lips against her forehead.
“Good morning,” Nansi murmured.
Star nesteld under her neck. “Good morning.”
They sat there silently, Bodies entangled in the blue of morning. Star had begun to caress a very thick thigh next to her when Nansi spoke. “I need to go.”
Something cracked. “Oh.” Star sat up.
Nansi stood. The dress was shrunken under her new body. Breasts spilling over the v neckline, and cheeks popping out under the hemline, she looked like a popped biscuit can. She brushed a piece of hair against her ear and turned around to Star. “ Thank you again, really.”
“Um–”
Nansi caressed Stars' cheek. She tilted her head up, then gently pressed her lips against hers.
Before Star could respond, she walked out of the door.
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booblebopz · 14 days ago
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Lord Jesus this is hot
A force feeding video, tied up, stuffed and bloated until i burst 🎈🪡🍩🍩
Check this video and the rest of my content for only 10 usd on my patreon! Help me get bigger
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