#body expansion

[maxreynard]

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Rose, unbeknownst to her, was a genetic anomaly. While her Father was nothing special, he came from a long line of very well endowed women, and her mother was what was considered by most to be "amazonian". 6'4, amazingly perky G cup breasts, and a body that could've been carved out of marble from years of gym going.

Little did Rose know, she was destined for so much more.

From a young age, she started developing earlier and faster than the other girls in her classes. By the time she was 16, she was already taller than her mother (a whole 6 years sooner than it took her), and would've been a star athlete if her HHH breasts hadn't made it so hard to play. By the time she graduated High School, she already had to slightly lower her head to go through doorways.

When she first arrived at college, she towered over anyone else on campus. Men and women couldn't keep their eyes off the 6'10 (closer to 6'11) girl with breasts as large as her head.

It turns out that access to a unlimited meal plan and a 24/7 gym would only fuel her ascension even faster. Within the first month at school, her bras were getting tight, and she could've sworn her pants used to cover just a little more of her calfs.

If she wasn't in class or in the mess hall, most of her time was spent in the gym. Breasts the size of basketballs are heavy, after all. What little belly fat she had quickly melted away, revealing toned abs underneath. Her glutes and thighs swelled, adding a solid layer of muscle underneath the soft layer of padding she had.

The months came and went almost as fast as her new wardrobes. It seemed every other week she was out buying new clothes, weather it was because her bra wouldn't clasp anymore, or her panties couldn't make it past her tree trunk sized thighs, or her new XXL top struggled to not show off underboob.

By the time Christmas break came around, her collarbone was level with the doorways. Her breasts hung halfway down to her navel, and her ass could take up a seat and a half by itself. Her father had started to voice his concerns, but her mother quickly shut those down and was glad to see her daughter morph into the woman she was always meant to be.

After going back to school in the spring, it seemed like her growth was exponentially increasing. The weights at the gym became lighter and lighter, struggling to give her a challenge. People started to get intimated, it wasn't every day you saw a 7'5" lady deadlift 800 pounds like it was made of paper mache

Some days she would wake up and the shirt that she went to bed in would feel even tighter compared to the night before (once she even was woken up in the middle of the night by her nightgown spontaneously decided to lose most of its buttons). Clothes were getting harder and harder to find. Bras had to be custom ordered, but half the time when she finally got them in they were already too tight. Right before spring break, she had her first instance of her hips getting stuck in her dorm doorway the morning after a particularly rough leg day in the gym.

By the time summer break rolled around, Rose stood at a record breaking 7'8". Her breasts hung down just above her navel, while still being impossibly firm and perky. She was very glad that her parents had a double front door, because she wasn't sure if she'd be able to make it inside otherwise with her loveseat devouring ass.

All summer all Rose could think about was getting back to school, because who knows what sophomore year might bring?

[gutsluttsbelly]

a little belly expansion gif before i log off for the night 🤭 you’ll see the hangover belly aftermath tomorrow 😚

[hq-erotic-hypnosis]

Get Fatter: You Have No Choice

You have no choice in the matter. You are destined to get very fat very fast, and there is no possible escape for you. Getting huge is not negotiable. 

This is not something that will be happening in the distant future but is already happening now. 

You will be a massive fatty, lugging around a huge gut before you even know it, and you just need to accept that this is your reality. This is what you've always wanted and craved, even though you tried to convince yourself otherwise.

As you become an absolute glutton, you will become lazier and hungrier by the day. You will become a slave to your appetite and constantly attempt to stuff yourself to greater capacities each day with all of your favorite fattening foods. 

You will also feel the need to chug/funnel heavy cream and maltodextrin to guarantee that you will be expanding at a rapid rate.

You are completely happy, confident, and proud of your body no matter how big you become. You are attracted to your physique, and you never feel any sense of shame or get self-conscious about your body with yourself or around others. 

For example, when you are loading your grocery cart with an excessive amount of food in a crowded store, you feel no shame or self-consciousness.  In fact, you fully enjoy being a helpless growing fatty. Listen at your own peril. Disclaimer: This guided meditation is intended for entertainment purposes only. It is not a substitute for professional medical or psychological advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Please consult with a qualified healthcare provider or mental health professional before listening to this meditation, especially if you have any medical or psychological conditions. Your health and well-being are important, and professional guidance is always recommended.  

[zin-fan-del]

GET YOURSELF A REAL FAT FUCK 🫐🍺

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when the fat fuck is real

[whole-wheat-witch]

Ka-blamo!

There, I've just cast a spell so every quantity of food you've ever thrown out or wasted, is gradually being added inside your stomach.

At first it's noticable but nothing you can't handle. Your stomach's distended, pushing roughly against the hem of your pants and shirt, pushing the fabric aside as it swells like a basketball. You can taste almost all of it too. Sandwiches, slices of meat, crackers, cheeses, it feels like someone's cramming the food down your throat at a nearly break-neck pace.

Soon though, your skin is stretching, pulled drum-tight over your gut as it continues, uncaring for the fact that you already feel ready to split. Your stomach gurgles in distress as you feel different beverages ghost-along your throat. Milkshakes, malts, half-drunk bottles of water and sodas fizzing with carbonation. They all slosh and gurgle in your stomach as you feel the weight practically pulling you forward, a whimper leaves your throat as you fumble to undo your belt that's constricting around your gut.

A gurgle resounds across your gut and you feel your engorged stomach fill tighter. Scrapes of pasta discarded, bread half-eaten, dinner rolls slathered in butter, leaves of lettuce and tomatoes tossed aside. You're about to praise your belt for its job well done, but you hear the leather snap at the new pressure, allowing your stomach to surge forward, now looking akin to an exercise ball.

Your skin is coloured scarlet with stretch marks and your fingers can't even reach the front of your gut now. You feel the burn of soups, hot and cold rushing down your throat and attempting to settle amongst the churning masses of food. You moan as your stomach sags further, the fatty area underneath forcing the zipper of your pants open before you begin to hear the pops of seams.

Ice-creams half-melted and burned cookies, slices of cake, brownies that were too rich, tiramisu that had gone bad, pastries and donuts all layered on in the dozens and hundreds in your gut till you heard your pants tear open with an obscene snap. Your belly has begun expanding in all directions, pushing your chest and shirt up as it fights for space while still expanding out and to the sides.

Peanuts, stale pretzels, and finger sandwiches, rolls of sushi, burgers, pizzas, hot dogs, tacos and fries all fighting for space, you feel hot tears drag across your pudgy face, wiped by the dome of your gut as it continues expanding in all ways, pushing hard against your face as it trembles and stretches. You howl as your gut attempts to round out, pulling forward with enough pressure to make your navel pop forward, though it's quickly encapsulated but your gargantuan dome of a belly that doesn't seem anywhere near done.

[turok444]

Mariza lamb

[just-another-bite]

First time going over to someone's house on a date and they have me sit at the corner of their couch, telling me to wait and that they'll be right back. I oblige, waiting patiently, only to be met with the sight of them walking back into the room balancing sheet cakes on trays in their arms. They set them down on the table and say they'll be back. I'm already sweating a bit, seeing the two cakes slathered in frosting, but they return a moment later again, this time with platters of donuts. They sit down in front of me on the couch as I lean back against the arm and smile as they cut the first slice of cake and bring it to my lips. I allow them to feed me, chewing quickly as I see them already cutting the next slice. The pace continues like this, rapidly swallowing so I'm almost unaware of the tightening of my gut as I fill it with sugar-loaded frosting and cake that sits like a brick at the bottom of my belly.

When I reach down to rub my stomach, I'm interrupted by them pushing a slice into my own hand as they declare "it'll go faster this way" and I nod cautiously. Pushing two slices into my mouth is a challenge as I whine around the food, feeling my pants squeezing my growing gut as I fumble to unbutton them, frosting slathered fingers leaving a trail across my taut skin as my shirt rides up. I have to lean back to try and settle my straining belly now but the pace doesn't slow. They continue feeding me, one arm on the arm of the couch so they can nearly cage me in with each bite they eagerly offer to me. I hear my stomach gurgle and groan as the pressure builds in my guts. They start to rub my stomach between bites, reassuring me how good I'm doing as the dome of my belly grows.

When we're to the donuts, I look nearly pregnant, a tightly packed ball of fat that was covered in stretch marks along the underside. My date seems unperturbed and moves the donut platter closer now. These go down harder, cream spilling onto my lips when I bite into them, landing on my shirt that's seeming more like a crop top with each bite. When I whine, I feel my stomach rumble and I'm genuinely unsure of how much more I can take. Chew, swallow, chew, swallow, I must be on auto-pilot at this point as I barely register food being brought to my lips, just the strain in my gut.

By the time we've run out of donuts, my pants aren't just unbuttoned. The sides are split. My shirt isn't just rolled up. We can't pull it down.

As I lay there, I can barely see over my distended gut but I can feel them rubbing it, shaking it gently or kissing the underside as they tell my how good I did. We struggle for a while to get me to sit up, but when I eventually do, I can see the true mess of myself I've made. A bloated gut of immense size that doesn't seem to be going anywhere. I rest my arm on it cautiously, feeling how little give it has. My date made sure it was packed tight.

First impressions are important, and this one was certainly good

[maxreynard]

Anybody know of some good niche sites/communities/servers for lovers of gaining, body inflations, mpreg, muscle growth, etc?

[vulpgulps]

Sketch for @ BadFillerArc on Twitter of their character Frankie, got to make sure she doesn't go anywhere!

[bellystuffingcontest]

8. Chugging unlimited amounts of whipped cream

Funnel/tube feeding inflation.

[dilfs-whore]

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 ☕︎

Warnings/contains:breast expansion,lactating,breast feeding,nipple play,dry humping.

❀Minors do not interact!this is sexual content for adults made out of pure fantasy

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★You didn't know what was going on,all you remember is waking up and realizing your breasts have gotten 5 times bigger than they previously were,they jiggled at the slightest movement, they were also filled with milk making you extra sensitive.

★no shirts fit you anymore because your breasts were so big you couldn't even see your feet if you looked down,they were like ballons expect filled with milk instead of air,the air hitting your exposed nipples was making you feel needy so you quickly called your boyfriend, the only person you could think of.

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★Jesus fuck-

Your boyfriend muttered when he saw your state,you were sitting on the couch with yours legs crossed and your huge breasts moving ever so slightly,some droplets of milk even leaking out, you looked up at him with doe eyes as you begged him in a sweet desperate voice.

★please help me, I don't know what happened!

Your boyfriend sat down next to you,his eyes examined your leaking breasts as a small blush formed on his cheeks and his hands slowly went to cup your breasts, you whined and felt your breath getting heavier, you have never felt so sensitive.

★His fingers went to your hard nipples and he flicked them making you moan,you felt yourself getting wet and desperate for more of his touch but he was taking his sweet time,his thumb moved in circles against your nipples as milk leaked,your mind was so clowded your couldn't even think about anything other than wanting to be fucked.

★He squeezed one nipple which made milk squirt out onto his shirt as a pained moan left your lips,he smirked and he did it again and again and again,your were squirming against him not knowing whether you want him to stop or continue,he pulled at your nipples while still squeezing them making your eyes roll back at the pleasurable pain.

★He leaned down and stuck his tongue out and moved it slowly across your hard nipples drinking your milk,he groaned and wrapped his lips around one nipple as he started sucking,the warm sweet liquid going straight into his mouth while his other hand continued to play with your other nipple,he kept pulling and squeezing it with milk squirting out of it making a mess under the both of you.

★milk trickled down his chin as he looked up at your with stars in his eyes while still drinking your sweet milk,his hand went to your waist and he pulled you up to his lap, your clothed cunt directly sitting on his hard dick as he began to slowly rock your hips against him while he continued to drink, your hand held his head closely to you, tucking at his hair when you felt him gently bite your nipple.

★You started moving your hips on your own as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm,his mouth went to your other nipple and sucked on it, making sure to drink all the sweet milk you offered, he moaned as his hands went up to your back and he pulled you closer, his face squishing against your breast.

★desperate moans left both of your lips as you kept rolling your hips against him,his hand squeezed your other breast making you whine,you could practically feel his cocky smirk even though you couldn't see him with how clouded your vision was.

★You felt a knot in your stomach as you orgasmed,your thighs trembled and your held onto him as you felt your body going weak, he let go of your nipples and held you between his arms, his lips were wet and he could still taste the sweet milk on his tongue.

★His hand gently patted your back while you recovered from your orgasm, you looked up at him and saw he was looking right back at you still having a smirk on his lips,he kissed your forehead as he whispered to you.

★I am going to have so much fun with you..

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★He chuckled at your desperate state under him,ever since your beautiful transition he had been having his fun with you,and honestly... You didn't even complain but in this moment, you wanted to complain so badly.

★He had your hand tied over your head with your legs spread wide,but the cherry ontop was the nipple clamps he put on you,ever since you started producing milk you needed to be milked everyday or your breasts would get swollen and hurt but the clamps he put on were restricting even the tiniest bit of milk from leaking.

★Your eyes were teary as you begged him to take it off,it hurt so bad yet it felt so good,your breasts were swollen and filled with milk you felt you couldn't breath, you wanted... needed him to drink it and give you that relief but he was enjoying toying with you.

★His hand moved to your cunt and he rubbed slow circles around your clit making your whole body tremble,you were so sensitive nowadays it was criminal not to tease you,he kept rubbing your clit with agonizingly slow movements it made tears go down your cheeks as you were getting more desperate by the second.

★You whined and squirmed but there wasnt anywhere you could go to,he smirked and he positioned his dick between your lips and started moving it slowly while still rubbing your clit, you moaned and your hips buckled into him, wanting to feel him fill you up but his hand stopped rubbing your clit and held you down with little to no effort.

★He kept slowly moving his dick between your lips and occasionally rubbing his tip against your clit even sometimes slapping it, you moaned and begged but it all fell on deaf ears,the clamps were adding onto the torture making you feel like you were going to explode.

★His other hand went up to your breasts and he squeezed one of them but the milk couldn't squirt out because of the clamps,you felt more tears go down your cheeks as your body trembled from the teasing,your hands struggled against the restraints,you just wanted to free yourself from the torture.

★He slapped your clit with his tip as he tugged the clamps up pulling at your nipples in the process,they felt like they were on fire as the sting filled your entire body going down to your core, making your cunt even more wet.

★He finally pushed his dick all the way,you clenched around him as if you feared him pulling out,he moved his hips slowly but started quickening his thrusts every passing moment, your moans filled the room as his tip hit all your sweet spots, his thumb rubbing your clit in sync with his thrusts making you see stars.

★He pulled the clamps harshly off of you making you scream in pain,milk started leaking out of you immediately trickling down your breasts, with every thrust more milk leaked and it was making beautiful mess.

★His hand went to your breasts and he squeezed them,you gasped and tightened around him as your back arched towards his hand, you felt so sensitive and dazed but you never wanted this feeling to end,the tingling sensation went from your nipples all the way down to your cunt.

★milk was covering your breasts and his hands as he kept milking you out while his thrusts became rougher and quicker,you shuddered under him as your orgasm approached you,your walls clenched around him as he kept hitting your sweet spot over and over.

★with one final thrust he filled you with his cum,your thigh trembled at the feeling and you orgasmed right after him,he let go of your breasts and held your face as he kissed you passionately while still being buried deep inside of you.

[gvbbopgv]

[turok444]

@bbwmadz

[just-another-bite]

two friends having a sleepover, one of whom, decides it might be fun if the other put on a couple pounds. Just in good natured intent though, honest.

So during the night, she grabs all the cans and bottle of soda that she can find, getting around a quarter of their contents to fit in a large punch bowl she had laying around. She dips one end of a funnel hose into the bowl and slips the other into her friends mouth, taping her lips to the tube to prevent it from slipping out. She begins pouring the soda into the funnel, watching her friend choke for a moment before instinctively swallowing, breathing through her nose as her throat bobbed. In all honesty, she's surprised her friend hasn't woken up yet, but she won't complain. By the end of the first bowl, she gently pried her friend's shirt up to inspect her handiwork, and she's met with the sight of her friends bloated belly, rounded as though she's gorged herself on a hearty meal. She smiles and gently rubs the curve of it, admiring the slosh and give that the soda provides, alongside the gurgles of the carbonation trapped inside.

She prepared the second bowl, pouring slower this time considering how tight her friends belly already seems. She hears her friend grunt, the occasional whimper leaving her lips as she continues chugging. What brings a smile to her lips is when she sees her friend's shirt begin to lift up, clinging more tightly to her friends chest as her belly domes, swaying gently with each chug. When she finished the second bowl, she crouched at her friends legs, noticing how her belly now blocked her friends face. The skin is obviously straining, a bright pink gracing it's surface as she reaches forward and begins rubbing it again. The churning of soda in her friends guts is a nice choir as she watches the show of her friends stomach.

She's onto the third bowl, watching her friend begin to struggle. Sweats on her brow, stretch marks on her stomach as the soda fights for space inside an already cramped stomach that must be nearing its full capacity. She hears more whined and grunts, before the bowl is finally empty and her friend is left laying on the bed looking nearly double 9 months pregnant with a quivering and sloshing stomach.

What else are friends for, right?