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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🧸✨

[borrageandporridge]

I would love for my belly to touch my lap. Imagining having more round, soft lower-belly fat is so hot

[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

[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

[greenwitchfeeder]

I’m feeding you because I care about you. I want you to have good food that makes you happy. Nothing makes me feel more fulfilled than seeing your eyes light up when you eat something delicious. The rosiness of your now chubby cheeks when the food makes you excited makes my day. That growing belly of yours is just a sign that I’m taking good care of you. Your fatness is a testament to how much I love you ❤️

[paticheri]

Overeating is always hot but to me, the hottest kind by far is deliberate, conscious overeating. Someone keeping on eating long past satiety to the verge of bursting out of pure, undiluted indulgence. Forcing themselves to keep on cramming more and more in because they refuse to stop experiencing all those different, delicious flavors until their stomach is so packed they couldn’t fit another bite in. In theory, that is. They can probably find some room to finish their plate. And maybe for a little more dessert.

[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. 🩷

[bellyaz]

I really want to watch a girl who’s secretly into feedism get high and gorge herself.

I want to see her slowly lose inhibitions as the drugs take over her brain and she becomes too horny to care that I’m there.

I want to see her go from eating one bite at a time to shoving food down her face and moaning while she does it.

I want to see her sneak and play with her gut while she thinks I’m not looking.

I want her to burp and laugh it off like each one doesn’t make both of us wetter.

I want her to pull her shirt over her gut every 5 minutes.

I want her to raid the fridge after her huge meal… and snack… and a sweet treat… and a little bit of my food.

I want her to ask me if we should order some more food, knowing she really shouldn’t.

I want to playfully tease her about how much she ate already and I want it to embarrass her. And I want that embarrassment to fuel her hunger and arousal.

I want her to order more anyway, knowing she’s gonna feel like shit for letting her body get to the point of not even being full after filling her gut with pounds of food.

I want to tell her to order me something too so she won’t feel as bad, knowing I won’t be eating it. Why would I want to ruin my body by eating two meals when she’ll end up eating it anyway?

I want her to go to the bathroom while she waits to admire her new growth and masturbate.

I want to interrupt her right before she’s done so she can get the food. She won’t like the interruption but at least she can stuff her fucking face, so that’ll shut her up.

I want her to look at the massive amount of food in the bags and get horny.

I want her to keep eating even when she’s full. She knows it’s too much but… she’s soaking. And she has me for an audience, so obviously she has to finish.

I want her pussy to pulse every time she chews.

I want her to pull her shirt up, just a little bit. Again, thinking I didn’t notice.

I want her to go back to the bathroom when she’s done and finish off what she started.

Then after all that, I’ll ask her what all that moaning was.

[yr-lady-fa]

plump little curve of belly pushing over a belt / waistband so unbelievably hot. and if the shirt's riding up a little bit. my god. anyone aware of this

[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 😈

[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

[gain-stuff-eat]

i yearn to make someone insatiable and gluttonous

to hear them ask, "what's happening to me?" with barely contained lust as they reach for more food, moaning around another bite because they just can't stop eating

their hand drifting to squeeze their expanding sides, their growing underbelly, jiggling their fat, unable to stop touching themself, drunk on the delicious taste of everything and shifting their bulk because they're addicted to the weight and heft of their decadent body

tilting their head back greedily to get the last few crumbs or drops, cleaning their plate without a single thought other than desiring more

i want them edge to themself at my command, keep them straddled between pleasure and only more pleasure. constantly tipping but unable to seek relief until i say so - or they can't stop themselves

i'll reward them either way. i want them to enjoy themself, after all. i want to see their eyes roll back, mouth slack as they fail to control themself around food. i like knowing that they get breathy and wet at just the thought of being stuffed and fattened, let alone deliriously turned on that they're this feedback loop we've conditioned into them

and that's only if they're good. only if they give in to the hedonism, let themself go, and eat

they have to make all the greedy noises they try to repress in proper company. the gluttonous moans, the whimpers, the beached groans. i want to hear the desperation in their voice, rising up from their throat as they realize they're still not full despite the way their stomach rounds out in front of them

rubbing their belly in wide circles, their face so blissed out as they say, "i'm so fat, make me fatter, please. i just want to keep eating, please. i want to get so big for you. just... more. i need more." then after days and weeks, i want them whine about how nothing fits. i want to see them struggling into outfits, to enjoy how the results of their gluttony makes their pudge teasingly peak out and spill over and press against fabric

i want them to beg for me to touch them. i want to tell them how good they're being indulging for me and themself, while patting and hefting their growing gut. i want them to blush and moan as i do

"so sensitive now," i'd say playfully with a grin, pressing a thumb into their navel. i want the simple brush of my fingers across their overhang to make their mouth water because suddenly they want to eat for me. "you just seem to keep growing," i'd tease, "but of course you've gotten so greedy. it's no surprise that every time i see you, you look bigger."

horny texts and videos, late night calls and video chats clearly showing how they can't help themself anymore, that they love gorging on whatever they want, as they pant and eat and moan and orgasm. the undeniable evidence in their stretchmarks and empty wrappers and whines of discomfort, in bursting out of clothes and the hazy, pleased smile when they finish an enormous meal and still want more

i want hedonism to look so good on them

and i want it to be my fault

[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.

[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.

[bailway]

Squeezed

Recently my boyfriend proposed to me and it was a complete surprise! He asked me on his birthday so when he got a nice button up shirt white undershirt I didn’t really think too much about it.. I just enjoyed the few of the buttons fighting to stay closed.

He got a 5XL button up and it was still pretty tight on him, he sadly hasn’t worn it since because of how tight it is and I don’t expect it to get any bigger for him anyways.. I don’t get too attached to his clothes because he grows out of them so quickly.

He’s getting so big that he’s out grown his 4XLT shirts.. I missed seeing his belly every second of the day with him… glad I see that silver lining again..I’m so happy that he’s so dedicated on pleasing me..

It’s hard getting him to do much anymore he’s always so tired and out of breath from just laying around eating all day but I managed to get him out today with his friends and we went to Waffle House.. we walk in and he asks for a booth…. And I look at them for a second and already know he’s not going to be comfortable in them..

Of course we sit down and he instantly realizes that he’s definitely not meant for them. I ask “why you always ask for booths when you know you’re bigger?” He replies “well I used to fit in them before I came back living with you”

.. good answer my love

Here’s a picture of him wedged into the booth

[bellyaz]

You place your generous slice of cheesecake and a bottle of soda on your bed as you rolled your eyes, looking at the 3xl shirt your aunt bought you for your birthday.

“This shit looks like a blanket.” You scoff, holding it up to reveal its width.

She’s a “you’ll grow into it” type of person, so everyone in the family got their share of huge shirts that they’d end up just sleeping in. But with you it was different.

You’ve always been the chubby one growing up. So obviously, while everyone got sized up by one or two, yours were at least 3 sizes above what she thought you were. And as you got bigger, so did the shirts.

They always ended up fitting loosely, but it still did something to you.

You push these thoughts to the back of your mind and took a bite of the cake. You lick your fingers before deciding to try the shirt on.

You throw it over your head and to your surprise, it was a struggle to get it over your head. But, you don’t think much of it since everyone says you have a big head.

You get confused though, when the fabric felt tight around your upper arm. You force your other arm in and felt the familiar tightness then hear a creak.

You frown a little, feeling some worry. But you convince yourself that this certain brand of T-shirts had small sleeves. Duh. It happens all the time.

You successfully pull it over your boobs, even though it drags a little over your nipples.

It’s usually at this point when the shirt would fall over your stomach to your upper thigh…

But it didn’t this time.

This time it stops right by your belly button before you had to physically pull it down. This time you can see the imprint of your stomach and feel the fabric against your stomach…

And back rolls…

And you can feel the sleeve cutting into your fat arms.

You look at the mirror with your mouth agape, seeing the way the fabric clings to your body was alarming, but exciting?

“Oh my gosh.” You gasp, realizing that a 3xl shirt not only fit you, but was a bit tight. “When did I get this fat?”