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happy halloween!! check out my pumpkins 🎃

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Feed me. Fuck me. Get me so high it melts my brain. Make me your princess <3

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the type of feeder i need

I walk into the living room where you are lounging around in your underwear, all your soft fat on display.

I hold out the baking dish I entered with, showing you that it's now empty. "Did you eat the entire tray of brownies while I was at work?" A sheepish and shameful look spreads across your face. You don't answer the flush of embarrassment on your face is answer enough.

"Aww, couldn't help yourself could you piggy?" I sneer "You were supposed to let them cool so I could hand feed them to you later. Such a naughty greedy pig, and naughty pigs need to be punished."

Inside I'm beaming, so proud of how greedy my pig has become. You're getting so wonderfully fat, and just compelled to stuff your face. I've trained you so well. But I can't let that show, not yet anyway. Long ago learning nothing gets you to eat more than shame and a forceful hand.

"For the rest of the night, you eat what I say when I say. No refusing. Got that fatty?! We're gonna see just how much that fat gut of yours can hold." You can only nod and wince as I give your belly a little slap before going to the kitchen. I return carrying a large tray of food. "Open wide" I say shoving the first bite into your mouth "You've got some serious eating to do"

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band me over, shove my face into a greasy bowl of pasta and laugh at me when i come up for air, covered in sauce and looking like a sloppy hog. force me to oink for you while im shoving food down my throat and cumming on your cock

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What type of girl goes on tumblr super often to rub her pussy..

You wouldn’t know a girl like that, would you?

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fuck, something about being fucked doggy style while high is so fucking mind melting to me, y’know? just having my face shoved into the pillows and mattress while I lift my hips to display how wet I am, just being so vulnerable and needy for someone to come along and stuff my cunt full while all I can focus on is my high <3

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Your curvy body turns me on like crazy. You've become more of a woman with your big breasts and wide hips. Everyone around you has noticed that you've gained weight because of living with me. Everyone tells you to lose weight, but not me. You've become insatiable, you're never enough, you want to eat all the time, even after eating. You can't leave the table without feeling full. You've lost your self-control and now you're just getting fat and can't stop. Thoughts about dieting are spinning in your head, you want to stop, but you mindlessly continue to devour food. It's becoming hard for you to be on top during lovemaking with me, but I'm just glad you've become lazier.

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FYI my blog is a safe space for all people except people who are racist, sexist, fascist, ableist or homophobic!

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like a good princess

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Braided Lemon Bread

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oh to be fattened up to the point my body strains and hurts daily 💗

when i lift my belly up and pile it onto the edge of the sink, something really wild happens lol like suddenly i feel like i could jump 10 feet in the air yknow, like i could float away. omg and my back, its like my spine inhaled a breath of fresh air for the first time in years ahsidjdjxnxnxhd also it looks super cute like that, like a lil lard swiss alps for all the tiny ppl to go skiing

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me: phew i couldn’t eat another bite, i’m stuffed. better undo this button.

me: *continues to eat*

me: soooo full. look at this food baby. I can’t catch breath. stuggling to move. I better stop before i make my self sick.

me: *continues to eat*

me: I’m going to explode. no more please. my innie belly buttons becoming an outie. food baby is full term quads. my stomach hates me. gravity hates me. I can’t move. I’m being crushed by my own gluttonony.

me: …*waits a bit then continues to eat*

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pretty girls ruin all their progress <3

pretty girls let go and do what feels good <3

💗💗💗

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I love getting to the point when you're bent over being fucked and your no longer in control of the noises coming out of your mouth. when it's going so deep and hitting that spot over and over again, your eyes rolling all the way back as you let out strangled cry’s and whimpers. Begging over and over even though you have no idea what you’re begging for, it feels too good to want it to stop but oh god is it also too much.

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Or so she thinks…

She likes to feel like she’s in control. She always has. Fitness freak all her life, straight As through school. She had her life in order and on the right track. She felt in total control. The same went for our relationship as well. She was always more dominant. She always took charge and led everything we did… or so she thought.

I was good in theatre back in school. And I got good at pretending. Once my snake eyes saw her flourishing, I felt the dark urge to strike. Something so perfect and shining would come to rust and ruin.

Starting to date was easy enough. She liked my passive nature. It made her feel in charge. She liked being in charge. I got good at playing the passive roll. The subservient roll. I never had an ego so my pride was never hurt. And from this unassuming, passive position, I had absolute dominion over her, her mind, her body, her life. Subtle and quiet, I had control. She didn’t even see it. If you asked her, she would speculate I was almost afraid of control. And she was all too eager to pick up that abdication of the leading role.

And it happened slow, she got used to ordering me around. I got good at following orders. And so long as I did, she would never notice. When I was told to make a meal, I made sure to make it as unhealthy as possible. When I was told to pleasure her, I made sure to do so until her mind was so weak and so clouded in euphoria that she was susceptible to any and all conditioning. Once I introduced food to sex, things took off.

The more she ordered me around, the more she liked it. Soon I would be doing all the work around the home, I didn’t mind, it kept me active, and kept her sedentary. Her after work jog turned into immediate flopping into the couch and demanding snacks from me. It was easy enough to offer massages and more when she got back from work. She skipped one day of jogging and then the next and the next and it got all too easy to justify not going. Soon she stopped even considering it at all.

When she would order me to do the shopping, it was much too easy to convince her the junk food was cheaper. One by one, I subtly and slowly shifted her schedule and routine to one of laziness. One of sloth and gluttony. One of alcohol and weed. One of fat. Of bulging jiggling rippling fat that exploded from her clothes until she got too fat and lazy to wear them. And in her cushioned recliner, she grew and grew and grew. Grew greedier, grew hungrier, grew slower, and soon dumber. She didn’t even realize how little she knew. All the information she spent hours and hours studying and memorizing seemed to turn to dust in the wind. Gone from her mind. I loved testing her. Asking her questions to see how much she remembered, smiling to myself when she would get frustrated, unable to recall anything anymore.

She sank lower and lower as her body sunk deeper and deeper into the recliner under her weight. And now I see her, unmoving. Spilling out of the recliner that broke a hundred pounds ago. Her greasy hair unkempt and messy. Her naked body covered in crumbs and food stains. Her mouth constantly drooped open as she stared mindlessly at the TV. Her eyes that used to sparkle with the ambition of youth now glazed over and half closed, hardly able to put in the effort to keep them open. I wasn’t sure if she liked this new arrangement. I suppose it didn’t matter. I turned her into my pet.

She still ordered me around through lazy single word commands she snorted out. “Food” as she dropped her massive empty bowl to the floor once she finished gorging. “Clean” as she would throw wrappers haphazardly to the floor as she crammed the snack into her face. “Fuck” as she wiggled in her chair for me to dig in her fat rolls to pleasure her fat buried wet cunt.

And I am ever so dutiful. I always follow orders from my dominant wife. I always do my best to serve my lovely lovely blob. And she thinks, still so supremely, that she is in charge of everything in her life. Or at least I let her think she is.

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the treatment i need

Get to eating

Get to eating fatty. Did you really think you could take a break cause your belly hurts? Don't make me laugh. You know that's no excuse. There only time I want to see that mouth empty is when you are getting ready to take another bite. I know your fatass still has more food you should be eating, so impress me by eating till you can't move. I am not exaggerating when I say that. I don't want you to even be able to move those flabby hand anymore when you are done eating. I want you in food coma like state. I want your gut beyond distended. I want it to look monstrously huge with how much you ate. I want people to be actually concerned that you might burst by the end of your hog sized meals. I want you to be sweating with the amount of effort it took to bring each bite to your greasy sugar coated lips. I want you to feel like an overworked hog. I want your arms to feel too tired from the hours you spend lifting pounds of food and liter of drinks to your lips, and I want the idea of walking to be a fantasy for you. I want you beached. I don't care if your belly aches. No pain no gain hog, and you will be gaining a lot of blubber when we are done. I don't care if you don't think you can take another bite. You are my sow. Stop thinking and just eat for me. I will decide how much you will eat and how much you can take. Lastly, I don't care if you can barley breath. As long as you can keep eating, I will keep forcing food down your throat till its all gone. I know you want this. Your body craves being treated like nothing but a hog to be fattened up. You can't help but eat to the point where your food tank feels stretched. Don't stop eating. Don't stop growing. Don't think about anything but being a lardass. Eat fatty. I know you want to.