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[honeybelly]

I wonder what I’m going to look like 5 years from now. How fat and out of shape will I be? How many wardrobes will I outgrow? What will my diet look like?

Will I want to keep gaining weight?

I don’t think I have a choice on that matter. I’m wrecking my metabolism and allowing indulgence to run my life. When I want ice cream I’m getting ice cream, if I want donuts I’m getting a dozen, when I’m in the mood for fried chicken I’ll make some. I never deny myself and it’s not something I think I’ll be able to do again even if I wanted.. so though I don’t know the answers to the other questions I know I’ll keep getting fatter and fatter🧸✨

[growmydarling]

i want your belly to become so massive that you have a hard time reaching around it to pleasure yourself. so huge that you're incapacitated at doing so human a task as masturbation. you will have to use toys, or beg for my help, to fulfill that aching craving you desperately need. i want you dependent on me. i want to hear you beg for me. 🩷

[gain-stuff-eat]

that's it, give in

i want you bigger

i want to see how much you can eat, glut yourself, having so much you can barely move

so much that you surprise yourself

i want you insatiable, gorging and mindless, feeling how heavy you're becoming with every bite and swallow you cram in

i mean it, feel yourself

how fucking fat you are.

the way your belly curves and bends, the way your pudge gives beneath your chubby fingers. don't stop eating while you do this, keep stuffing yourself as you explore your body and what you're doing to it, to yourself, squeeze where you've grown, where you want to grow more

it's intoxicating, letting go, isn't it?

no longer holding yourself back from desire and pleasure, embracing softness and wobbling fat, edging and expanding your concept of fullness until it takes so much to satisfy you

making all those noises. can you hear yourself? the moaning, the panting, the pleased sighs, the grunting, the burps and the overfull groaning. greedy, needy sounds. all coming out shamelessly as you put more and more in

i want you to get fatter

be good, keep eating

until fullness and pleasure, just the thought of food, makes you wet and wanting and desperate

until you're spilling out of all your clothes. until they're ill-fitting, your navel indent obvious and deep. until pulling and tugging and readjusting is futile. your body barely contained by straining fabric and struggling buttons, your gaining undeniable with every riiiip and pop

i want to see the aftermath of your hedonism

you struggling to sit up. short breaths and satisfied exhales as you rub your overtaxed tummy. the only evidence of your gargantuan meal being empty containers and cleared plates. you, shocked at your uncontrollable appetite, that you ate all of this by yourself, that you're clearly so submissive to being filled and only slipping deeper into gluttony

barely able to process how turned on you are, pinned back in your seat, slapping and jiggling your fat as you get off to how tender and sensitive and fucking heavy you are

and after all that?

i want you to ask for dessert

[sleepyfa]

i need to smoke with a lil fat stoner and feed them a family sized meal, then get them even more high and rub their belly as they whimper

[doublequaterpounder]

Getting fat and fatter on purpose is truly a top teir life experience. like full being in tune with you body, listening to every craving eating whenever you get hungry. making yourself full and fulfilled and just high feeling concept as your body grows as you listen to it

when i was fit and working out i was constantly ignoring my body and restricting it and trying to convince it to go out and over exert itself so it burns itself away but reclaiming that and enjoying the growth and feeding it what it’s wanted the whole time

true at peace lifestyle following exactly what it wants and i want to be fat and that’s very cool

[paticheri]

My favorite kind of fullness is when a person has eaten considerably past satiety, to the point of physically feeling their stomach having stretched out to accommodate all they’ve eaten, visibly tight and sticking out further than it does when it’s empty. Their breathing is shallower than usual, they’re unable to speak full sentences without interrupting themselves by burping and they sure don’t feel like moving, but instead of pain and nausea, they’re just blissed out and food drunk, the feast they’ve consumed slowly lulling them to sleep.

Just a person who’s stuffed to the gills, feeling huge and heavy but without regretting a single bite. Someone who will thoroughly enjoy having every inch of their sensitive, overstuffed belly rubbed and kissed by their loving partner while they pleasantly fall into a food coma. Someone who could definitely go for one (or more) extra pieces of dessert as soon as they digest enough to have some room for it.

[small-2-butterball]

I don’t want my feeder to give me a choice

I want them to know my fate would be sealed after the first bite of food

I want my feeder to ruin and slow my metabolism down so much that the weight effortlessly piles on

I want to be force fed thousands upon thousands of calories and forced to just sit and let those calories expand my waistline more every day

I want to helplessly watch my reflection in the mirror blow up and get heavier, fatter, and more unrecognizable every day

I want my feeder to poke fun of my climbing weight and what a pig I’m becoming.

I don’t want my feeder to give me a choice

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Pleading Desperation

Okay, I admit it! You’re right! You got me! 

My belly rules me. My huge fat gut dictates my life. It completely dominates me and my identity. My hobbies, my free time, my day. I am nothing but my hungry, blubbery, sagging belly. It gets whatever it wants. I’ll eat it all. Everything I possibly can until I’m out of breath. I’ll eat until I can no longer swallow, I’ll eat until I’m heaving and my belly is sore. I’ll eat until there is nothing left. I’ll eat until I feel it in my throat.

Please, I beg you, fill me!

Just stuff the food past my lips. Use your hands. Push it down my throat. I want to choke on it, I don’t care about the taste anymore. Please I beg you! I’m so desperate to be full again! It takes so long. So much food, so much money, so much time…continuous eating. Continuous swallowing. 

I’ve had it! I can’t wait anymore! Fill me to the brim. Give my belly what it craves. Fill my fat gut until it can’t hold anymore. I don’t care what happens. I’ll get fatter! I’ll pass out! I’ll ruin my day by being so groggy I can’t think straight as I try to digest it all. Please just let me surrender to my belly. I am only carrying it to the next meal. I am my gut. It’s the only thing that matters. Please…I beg you. Swell it with so much food. Make me overfed. Make me overladen. Make me overweight.

Feed me enough for a whole family. Feed me more than any one person should ever eat. Feed me too much food. Feed my empty, aching stomach.

You can just use straight, solid lard for all I care. Fill it up. Please. Please just make me so full I cannot breathe right. Make me so full I can’t stand up. Make me so full I can’t stay awake. 

Short, labored breaths. A glazed look in my eye. Burps escaping my mouth. Groaning sighs. Slow, slogged movements.

Please, I want it to feel so heavy.

[cult-mommy]

Do any of your shirts fit you anymore?? You seem to outgrow everything!

This used to be one of my favorite shirts to wear out lol. I have now outgrown everything 😅 my bras won’t snap, my undies are too tight, I haven’t had a pair of jeans on in… I can’t even tell you. All my shirts are now crop tops. Most of my jackets and even some shoes don’t fit anymore 😅 my oversized clothes and stretchy pants have become my new normal and I kind of like it 😈

[growmydarling]

one day, everything is gonna change. you've dabbled in feedism, and you've slowly gained a small belly. you could be considered chubby.

one of your stuffings leaves you more ravenous than more. rather than feeling sated and satisfied, you become even hungrier. your belly is soooo full. you risk getting sick if you ate more. but your brain feels on fire! all you can think is caught in the drum beat, more. More. MORE. you pass out surrounded by wrappers and empty plates, crumbs and sauce and stains all over your mouth and tight t shirt.

the next morning, that brain on fire feeling is the first thing you're conscious of. you lumber to the kitchen to shove pop tarts in your mouth while you await bread toasting that will slather a thick layer of salted butter and jam over. your day continues this way. and the next. and all that week...

months pass. you don't even roll over in bed before your thickened fingers are tapping at the delivery app to leave steaming piles of carbs at your door. clothes fitting is the dream of the past. how long before you snap out of it? will you ever?

and how long before i find you, two hundred pounds heavier, and soothe that fire in your brain with a cool swipe of my fingers on your engorged belly...or does it set that fire ablaze?

[gain-stuff-eat]

one of my favorite parts of watching a smaller feedee grow is when their belly starts to hang

when the gravity of their gluttonous decisions literally weighs on them, when stuffing themself so full so often makes their gut begin to spill over all the time. the fact that you can heft and cradle it, jiggle and palm it easier, play with it more, squeeze and slap all that fat, watch it push out and fill their lap as they lose control with every meal and endless snacks

i love that crease that develops at the hips, with stretchmarks running up their sides at the strain from constantly eating. how it is a constant reminder that there was a before, that there's so much more of them now, and that they're only going to get bigger. the fact that they just look permanently heavy

there's really nothing like running your hands along that fold, then underneath to the underbelly. such a sensitive spot. being able to sink your teeth into it, leave hickeys on their overhang that they can't see unless they shift or look in a mirror

such a milestone to be celebrated! with more food of course

i just think belly hangs and creases are neat

[sleepyfa]

i really need to fuck a fat boy that i fattened up i think.

i need to feel his thick love handles in my hands and i grab and claw at him, feeling all his belly and his weight pinning me down as he fucks me, riding thick thighs that spread my legs out around his waist.

I wanna see his tits bounce as he fucks deeply into me, hear him moan in my ear as i tighten my legs around his thick middle, hear him pant in my ear as he gets closer and closer.

and after we're done bring him snacks and snuggle of course.

[doublequaterpounder]

Ay Yo gaining. advice that has really worked for me!!!!

when i first started in this world i thought the only way to gain was stuffig! and while yeah its hot it lead me down a path of overeating and feeling super uncomfy and often spoiling my appetite for a few days tbh. id frighten myself with how much food i had and wouldn’t eat as much cause i couldn’t keep up in my head the stuffing sessions often enough

Here’s what i’ve found really helps which idk it seems obvious but not as hot as the fantasy of a huge stuffing for every meal. it’s just slightly increased portions of stuff i’d already be eating if im having a sandwich maybe have two or and and half, just take a larger serving of dinner

just slightly over eat so your at a soft level of fullness it’s noticeable but i haven’t been overstuffed and unable to function

i’ve been doing this for a like a week and a bit now and i’ve put on 6lbs and i’ve been so much hungrier than i used to be, my stomach understands the assignment and im needing more and more food casually instead of one big stuffing just increasing everting and when i do t feel as full i just grab a snack it’s not uncomfy full just noticeable enough

idk if this’ll work for you but gaining doesn’t mean making yourself feel sick or uncomfortable with crazy big stuffings constantly that’s just not maintainable and will lead to burn out just have to eat a bit more all the time

[paticheri]

Thinking about one of my favorite fantasies today: coming home to a gluttonous, hedonistic, spoiled housepet of a partner.

I’ve been hard at work all day long. They’ve been lazing on the couch, guzzling soda and grazing on bags upon bags of chips and cookies and containers of assorted takeout while mindlessly binge watching shows and playing games on their phone instead. As I step into the house, they get up as quickly as they can (which is not particularly fast with a belly full of junk like theirs) to shower me with love. They’ve been so lonely, they tell me. It’s so boring in the house without me around! They’re also starving, of course. They sure could go for one of my home cooked meals they love so much. 

When I point out that they look like they’ve already eaten, they pout and explain to me that they haven’t eaten at all, they’ve only been snacking. There’s a difference! Snacks don’t fill you up. Why, they’ve been eating tons of them all day long and they’re nowhere near full! I don’t argue against them. They’re too cute. I give them a kiss and promise them I’ll cook them a big, hearty meal that’ll get them nice and full as soon as I shower and change out of my work clothes. They beam. I know that they’ll end up eating until they’re fit to burst and I’ll have to rub their massively bloated belly to offer them some relief while they burp and moan. We do this every night. And I enjoy every minute of it. I just love pampering my little angel.

[honeybelly]

I’m just going to keep getting bigger and bigger 🦋🧸