#bhm feet

[fluffybellyhog99]

Look at how overworked my fat feet look by my weight all pressing on them while gaining more and more

[pastoralnhappy]

One day you’re just getting your vestments tailored for a treat.

Four years later you’ve matured and everything is custom made to accommodate your massive presence.

[bigfatbob4you]

It's the small things...

I've gotten too big to easily lean over and tie my shoes, thanks to this big fat wobbly tummy in the way. Hell, it's been so long since I've seen my feet, much less reach them. Will you...will you tie them for me? I mean, I ate everything you put in front of me...yes, I know you like to watch me struggle as I try to reach past that squishy, lard-filled gut...as I get all red-faced and out of breath, just from the effort of getting not even halfway to my feet. Jesus, I'm so fat and out of shape...I'm going to have to lay here and rest, sweaty and panting. Wait, why are you smiling like that...and taking off my shirt and my pants...oh...you're just as turned on by this as I am, eh? And now you're taking advantage of me in this helpless position? Mmmm...I guess we should let nature take its course, since you've now stroked me rock hard...there's only one cure for that. I guess we'll be a little late for the party...

[canadianfatsexual]

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[softcitrus2345]

just wanted to say that i love the way u draw fat faces, they always look so handsome n pinchable <3

AHH IM SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT TTwTT I just love drawing chonky faces, they're so soft and nice and holdable yknow? ;;w;;

The actual sound I made when I read this ^^^ LMAO

Thank you anoooooooon~ ^////^

[blarthyminion]

A drawing made for someone. Chris Redgrave as an immobile blob with hyper feet.

[hotties4gojo]

since you seem to write for jjk a lotttt… i was wondering what was the first fandom or character you wrote for??? im lowk interested cuz you’re SO amazing at writing :3 i’m like WHEEEWWWWWWW LAWWWDDD WHAT DID YOU GIVE AISHA TO WRITE LIKE THHIIISSS 😩😩😫😭. idk if you’d care but you’ve actually inspired me to start writing again after a whole year of writers block so THANK YOUUU aishaaaa 💔 im free from my prison who cheered ..someone’s probably thinking the glaze is crazy iso better shut my damn trap. but i hope you’re doing okay and HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH :)

HI HI HIIII yes im doing well and i hope u are too!! happy bhm ���🫶🏽

knowing I’ve inspired multiple ppl to pick up writing again always makes me smile smmm im glad uve gotten back into it ☹️🤍 I’d love to read ur works giggles and kicks my feet… AND UR SO SWEET WAHHHH 😭😭😭😭

as for my first works hmmm… ngl the first thing i ever wrote for was 100% warriors LMAOOOHTKAHR i was obsessed in elementary + some of middle school and i made OCs and whatnot… but my first fic about preexisting characters was a character study on red from pokemon ^_^

[kellygoneworse]

Glisten Feeds Himself (Story)

Contains: WEIGHT GAIN, SSBHM, BHM, BELCHING, FORCEFEEDING IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE OR DON’T LIKE ANY OF THOSE I SUGGEST YOU CLICK OFF AND GO TO MY NORMAL BLOG

Glisten Stomps Aggressively and Hmphs in an Zesty Way, Glisten gave Astro food for him and he refused it causing him to leave

Glisten growled “Grr! I can’t believe it! Astro didn’t want my food that i gave it to him! I was saying him to go on and this is how i get?!”

Glisten stomped his foot and then he sees that he has food that he gave to Astro which he refused to feed him

Glisten giggled for a moment “Well If Astro Can’t enjoy his food then I will feed myself!” Glisten shouts then he starts to scarf down the food easily, his chest grows and his bow is getting too tight for his body. He forced himself to eat in one bite

His belly and his waist grows from him stuffing himself with food.

Glisten sighed “Oh this food is so good! How can Astro Refused to eat the food that i gave to him?”

Glisten paused for a moment “Wait, I’m not allowed to have grease on my gloves!”

Glisten took it off as he said “Ah! That’s Better now, where was i? Oh Right! Feeding myself!”

Glisten continues to eat more food as he can, once Glisten felt full. He lets out many belches. Glisten rubs his full and soft stomach and he blushed, he can no longer see his feet or legs

He soon found out that his chest is tight

Glisten Gulped “Geez I’m afraid I’m too Chonky for this bow! I better take it off right now!”

Glisten takes off his chest bow.

Glisten smirked “That’s Much Better for my chest!” While rubbing his soft belly, he sighed happily and laid down.

[fluffybellyhog99]

I'm not myself into it but a follower asked me to do some and so I did some feet pics

of course showing my fat belly as well for those who not like feet that much

[howardtuniverse]

My twin sister was apart of the group, and we lost her. It was difficult because we were young babies coming in the industry, and you have elders looking at you saying, "You're too fat. Y'all eating too many cheeseburgers." It messes with your psyche as a young baby. If I could change one thing, I would want the industry just to allow you to be who you are, and accept me the way that I am, and allow me to grow into who I am. That girl wasn't even 5 feet.

Irish Grinstead (1980-2023)

#BHM #TheGreatsWeLostThisYear #RIP

[pastoralnhappy]

My feet grew very chubby when I became a scholar. Soon I started getting help from the Priests.

I learned I loved manicures, pedicures, and silk stockings. I still do.

[bnice04me]

Seeking a FUCK BUDDY that loves attending sporting events. I'm a big handsome man that has a professional career, I'm financially stabled, married, but haven't fucked my wife in years.

We can say we met at work or that you work for me. I want a conservative looking FREAK! MUST be Curvy, BBW, or petite, pretty, sexy feet, shaved pussy, love BHM , enjoy oral, a lady in public, FREAK in the bed!

In the DFW area!

[xxxsharpcheddar]

Disclaimer: I wanted to use a different name because it felt like I made it my experience which it is not. Idk where I’m going with this story

FFA/BHM fiction. A throwback to high school crushes. Part 1 of ?

Leslie

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” he bumped into me, carrying his chair overhead.

“It’s okay,” his stomach barely touched me and it felt electric. My heart leapt into my throat. I knew I would want to feel it again.

My friends saw and came over, whispering to each other about him.

“I heard he got kicked off the team for being too fat.”

“Obviously! Go ask him.”

“No, you ask!”

Fine.” Mia walked over to his table and I kept my eyes down on my project.

“So, why aren’t you on the varsity team?”

“Coach said I was too lazy.”

Mia and Ashley looked at each other, clearly not convinced. I was too shy to say anything.

He really was huge. At least six feet tall, and God knows how much he weighed. I had the biggest crush on him but I couldn’t even say hi to him.

“Leslie, you coming?” Ashley asked as the bell rang for lunch.

“I’ll be there in a sec. I just have to clean up.” I wanted an excuse to talk to him.

“Hey, Miles.”

“Oh, hey. Sorry for hitting you with that chair earlier. I can’t see past this sometimes,” he slapped his belly for good measure. I gulped, trying not to let my nerves get the best of me.

“It’s okay! Sorry about Mia and Ashley. They can be…insensitive.”

“Oh, I don’t mind. I’m used to it.” Well, that broke my heart.

Eventually, I mustered up the courage to ask for his number and we texted nonstop. I confessed my crush on him and he wanted to take me on a date. I froze. I was so nervous. What would people say if they found out? I know I shouldn’t care, but I don’t want to be bullied again.

~

He went to hold my hand and instinctively, I pulled away. Immediately, I could see the hurt in his eyes.

“I-I’m sorry,” I stuttered, trying to find my voice.

“It’s fine.” He pulled away, visibly hurt.

I swallowed hard. I had no rebuttal. I was too afraid. What would people say if they knew? I hate to say it, but we live in two different worlds.

“I can just take you home.”

“No, please. I’m sorry. I just-“ he cut me off.

“If you’re too embarrassed to be seen with me, just say so.” He tried locking eyes with me. He wanted me to stop being a coward, and he deserved that.

My silence was answer enough.

“I’ll take you home.” He stood from the table and waited for me, tears welling in my eyes.

I followed him, head hanging down. I don’t want to be like this. I hate it. I hate myself for caring what other people think.

He started the car and squeezed his eyes shut.

“You know, I don’t blame you for being embarrassed. I get it.” He paused. “But, it just sucks. Imagine how I feel. I can’t get away from it.” He looked up at me, anticipating an answer.

“I’m sorry. I thought I was ready.” I still couldn’t look at him.

“Do you think you ever could be seen in public with me?” My heart broke. He deserves better. I burst into tears.

“I’m sorry!” I blurted out. “I’ll be better! I’m sorry.” I hid under his arm. He was too good to me. I felt a tear fall onto my head as he held me. I looked up at him and he wiped his face.

“Let’s go home.” He kept tugging at the fabric of his shirt so it wouldn’t hug his belly or show any defining features.

Miles

I was exceptionally aware of my size. Of how much space I took up. Of how I must look sitting next to her. A behemoth. A monster. I couldn’t blame her for not wanting to be seen with me. It was stupid. I was stupid. I wanted to go back in time and never invite her on that stupid date. What was I thinking? She looked absolutely mortified when I had tried to hold her hand…in public!

She was still crying in the passenger seat. Her tiny body looked even smaller as she retreated from me. I wanted to hold her and tell her it would be alright.

“I shouldn’t have asked you on a date. That was stupid.”

“No, no. I’m sorry. I wanted to, but…” she didn’t finish.

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” I could feel her peering up at me but I wasn’t ready to make eye contact.

“That’s a shitty thing to do.”

I sighed. “I get it. Pretty cheerleader, football player who almost got kicked off the team for being too…fat.” Dammit. My voice cracked. “It would have never worked.”

She linked her arm into mine and put her head on my shoulder, sniffling.

“It could work if I wasn’t such a pussy!”

She was bullied all throughout elementary and middle school. In high school, she had reinvented herself, become popular. I wasn’t exactly unpopular, but definitely not dating material for someone like her.

“It’s like coming out of the closet if you’re gay. You can’t just, like, be expected to tell everyone you like fat guys. They’ll think something’s wrong with you.”

I pulled into her driveway and her parents were still out since we weren’t supposed to be back for a while. She told them she was going out with friends. She stroked my arm and kept her head on my shoulder. I wanted to hold her but I suddenly remembered my size and pulled away.

“I promise I’ll be better.” She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. I can’t blame her for caring what other people think. I do every day. I wish I could disappear, but that’s hard to do when you’re almost 400 pounds.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I fidgeted with my seatbelt that felt uncomfortably tight.

It was awkward for the next few weeks, but we started subtly flirting with each other again. Leslie would walk over to my seat and pretend to need help with her pottery, touching her arm next to mine or discreetly going to the kiln room the same time as me. Once after class I had to stay behind to lock the projects in the drying racks and Leslie followed me in.

“Hi.” She whispered.

“Hi.” I whispered back, my heart rate steadily climbing.

All five feet of her stepped closer to me, as if wanting to ask me something. Before she could speak, I kissed her. I pulled away almost instantly, but she grabbed my sides and pulled me back in. I gasped as I felt her grip on my love handles, but I didn’t care. She wanted me and I wanted her. Badly. We stayed there for what felt like seconds until we heard something crash and break outside. We both gasped, thinking we were alone.

Leslie held up a shushing finger and I nodded.

“Hello?” One of our classmates, Sean, it sounded like.

“Fuck,” I whispered. Leslie looked mortified.

His footsteps of course came around the corner.

“Jesus Christ!” I tried to shrink down to nothing. Leslie looked like a deer in headlights.

“It’s not what it looks like. She needed help and everyone else had left.” I tried to cover.

“Oh my God,” he laughed. “Dude, check your shirt.”

I looked down, shocked to see the sides wet with clay on them matching Leslie’s hands.

“I pushed him off of me!” Leslie’s voice surprised me. My heart fell into my stomach. She didn’t just say that. She couldn’t have.

“What the hell, Miles?”

“No, no, that’s not what happened, I-“

I looked at Leslie, feelings of betrayal and nausea mixing.

“I would never kiss him.”

No one would believe me. No one would believe that she willingly kissed me, that she pulled me in. I froze. I couldn’t believe it. How could she do this to me? Now I’m going to be known as the fat guy so desperate that he had to take advantage.

Ignoring Sean, I managed to calm my voice enough to look at Leslie and add, “I will never forgive you.”

I convinced my mom to call the school so I could leave early. I know they’re calling me a coward behind my back. I’ll probably get kicked off the football team. All because she was too embarrassed of me. Again.

Leslie

I will never forgive myself. I cried later and told Sean what had really happened. He didn’t believe me until I showed him texts between me and Miles.

“Please keep this between us.” He nodded, but I couldn’t be sure.

A few weeks went by and he had been avoiding me, understandably. I called and texted and waited after school for an opportunity to talk. Finally, he met me by the vending machine before class.

“Can you wait for me after football practice?” I asked.

“Uh, sure.”

Instead of waiting with the rest of the girls after cheer practice, I went to find him. He looked so hot in the biggest football jersey they had, dripping with sweat. I was so nervous I couldn’t stop pacing. He said bye to his friends and I caught his eye.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” I barely squeaked.

“Why did you want to meet?” He held his helmet in one hand and I could feel myself start to tremble.

“Can we um…can we maybe, start telling people about us? I fucked up. I’m sorry. I never should have done that.” He looked past me to where my friends sat on the wall waiting for pickup.

“You really want to tell people about us?”

“Yeah…If you’re okay with it.” He looked skeptical.

“What makes it different this time?”

“You deserve better. I want to prove that I can be better. I understand if you can’t forgive me, but I want to show you I’m not embarrassed. I was stupid.” I gulped hard, heart threatening to flutter out of my chest. I placed a clammy hand in his and he looked shocked.

My friends sat on the wall, whispering to each other once they saw us.

“Leslie!” They called over to me but I looked up at Miles, still holding his hand.

“Are you sure?” He asked. I nodded.

We walked over hand in hand…I felt like I was trembling. I wanted to run.

“What? Are you guys…?” Mia waited for me to fill in the blank.

“We’re together.” I looked up at Miles, smiling but feeling lightheaded. He returned the smile.

“Aww, that’s cute.” It felt a little patronizing, but I’ll take it.

After my friends left, Miles asked if he could take me home and of course, I agreed.

“Thank you for doing that.”

“I should have done it sooner. I told Sean I was the one who came onto you, by the way.”

“Oh, well…that’s good. That really sucked.” Followed by silence.

“I know. I told him that day. He swore to keep it between us. I’m so sorry, Miles.” I started tearing up and he reached for my hand.

“So are we…”

“Dating?” I asked.

“Yeah, dating.”

“I hope so.” I sniffled back tears.

[sydthelarge]

So, I work at a pizza restaurant and I’m getting ready to get off work right? Well not quite. My coworkers had a bet. Could I eat and entire xl pizza keep in mind I had already had 5 cups of lemonade and half a large deluxe pizza. So I get an XL double cheese double sauce and god everytime I stopped eating they kept encouraging me to eat more and more they even called me a pig once. I got so big that I actually tore my work shit and my shorts ripped. I felt so big like I was a giantess- a giant especially when I’m one of the tallest at my work!

[sweetfrostedyurios]

Y’all gonna see a black winx girl in MY black history month