#bloating

[aattgcgga]

Latest chugging session

[thatfattytoni]

Can’t stop, won’t stop 💪

[bigcutiebonnie]

Ever wondered what it would be like to not only fatten another person up, but to be in a relationship where you both gained together? 

💖C4S💖 🔥OnlyFats🔥

[untamedsinning]

advanced flirting, or something

[mayonnaiseidol]

a delusion I had

[seraph-belly]

XL pizza has my tummy feeling rock hard

[baobao61]

'Got bored lol. (I'd really love to see him this way)

[justbepatientok]

I can't stop thinking about having a couple friends being possible intox sluts but them not even knowing about the kink and never actually considering it. It's just that each time they go hang out they get wasted and record videos to show me and the rest of the group.

So I decide to test it, I go to one of their lil hangouts. They tease me about being a lightweight because I'm barely drinking, their other friend falls asleep a couple hours in, and now it's just me and them. They keep pouring shots, determined to finish what's left of their vodka, while I watch.

One lets out a sick sounding burp, so we force him to pause, he complains and whines until I whisper that I got something for him. And I allow the other, who seems to be going strong, to finish the bottle.

I pull him out to the balcony, he sways forward the second he's on his feet. He's taller than me, a poor, chubby thing. And I help him stumble the whole way. When we sit back down he slumps into the chair, and I laugh at him while I offer him a vape pen.

He blinks at me, eyes getting as big as they can in their droopy state. He has only tried weed once since he was struggling a few years ago- but I encourage him to hit it.

I leave him there and go check on the other. He's much skinnier, a little less tall, a surprising tolerance. But the amount he's chugging back definitely has him bloated. Apparently, he's done with the bottle, because he holds it up to me and hiccups like I have to solve it. I offer him a beer and chuckle when he struggles to open it. He's slowly sliding forward in his chair, nose closer and closer to the table. But he's determined to show me he can finish this too and he can absolutely handle himself.

When I get back out, my friend barely recognizes me, so entirely crossfaded he's drooling into his shirt. He babbles about seeing stars and that everything wobbles and tingles. I put a hand on him and he shivers. And me, being graceful as I am, lead him back in while letting him rut his hard-on onto my leg.

I drop him on the couch and give him a beer so he can alternate between hits and curing his dry mouth. And go fetch my other babe, who's crawled himself into the kitchen and is guzzling beer on the floor, curled around the pack.

"C'mon, babe, let's go play something," I try, but he shakes his head, mumbling about how he can do this, he's fine, he can do it for me.

So, my only option is to feel him over while I help him stagger and plop down right next to my other buddy. His stomach is so visibly distended from beer, but I tuck the beer pack next to him so he can continue.

I step back and take a picture, they smile blearily at me, barely even recognizing who I am. They know I bring good things, and that's as far as their soaked brains can process before they go for more.