#fat ffa

[ginggain]

How big can your stomach bloat up

Hehehe you tell me…

[fattyl0ve]

Would you believe I used to fit this L size shirt??

[bailway]

My boyfriend…

isn’t he lovely in his 4XL

[michealmx1]

What do you mean I’ve gained weight?

HMU

[mrlightskn]

my gut is getting HUGEE, and omg i ate too much 😩

[i-thiccarus]

Body by beer and encouragement 👀🧸

[thefatking0]

heard yall liked fat (;

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

when her huge belly sags between her legs, weighs her down, and dominates her life 🥵

[ginggain]

I can’t wait until these are truly outgrown… until all of my clothes now are outgrown, I love feeling larger and I love how my weight has been sticking :) these next few years are gonna be rough on the waistline…😋

[bailway]

Side effects

With me trying to get my boyfriend to 400 pounds I have been nonstop ordering food for him and I have to admit.. it’s not just him getting fatter.. I have gained 10 pounds recently from trying to get him more comfortable with his eating…

I thought that maybe if he saw me eating as well he would be more comfortable eating more… well.. that way of thinking has major consequences.. my boyfriend and I eat around 5 times a day… of course all of his portions are family sized.. but I also have put myself into all of those meals to help influence him to indulge more..

He’s gotten comfortable with eating more with me around.. and will even try to get me to eat more with him.. and of course I obey.. but my appetite isn’t the same as an almost 400 pound man.. so he ends up eating the rest..

But with me gaining weight with him it will encourage him to keep getting fatter…. Can’t have his chubby girlfriend passing him..

But I need to be able to do things for him when he’s unable to get up from the couch.. and anything he needs.. I’m making him 100% dependent on me.. but just a few extra pounds won’t hurt if its encouraging my soon to be immobile boyfriend to get fatter…right..?

This is my second time typing this because it didn’t save..

[soft-dolll]

I love owning my feedee, and everything about being a mistress. I can’t describe the euphoria I get when my feedee eats an abundance of fucking food just to please me, or his sweet voice telling me how he surrenders his body and mind to me completely.

Let’s also talk about the feeling when you see your feedee’s progress. I look at photos of him from the beginning of the year and the results are fucking insane. I can’t help but feel so proud and so turned on by the fact that I’m the reason for all of this weight. I look at the size of his soft moobs from the once flat chest he had, or the size of gut, spilling out from under his shirt, and don’t get me started about those thick rolls that have formed around his once average sized waist.

Eventually he will become my stay at home collared up pig, constantly stuffing himself gargantuan amounts of food. His schedule will consist of getting a massive amounts of fatty breakfast foods in him, then being tied to a bed and having oiled up belly rubs, having some time to himself while I’m out (he will be expected to eat a large amount of food I put out for him before I come back), having a dinner made by me when I come back home consisting of at least 4 portion sizes, being tied to a chair and funnel fed a gainer shake as a dessert, and ransacking the fridge in the early hours of the morning because he can’t stop shoving food into greedy mouth (poor thing, can’t help himself 🥺🥴).

Needless to say, I fucking love owning my submissive feedee.

[homegrowncowg1rl]

Does this tiny dino plaster make me look fat?

(Say yes)

🦕🦖👉👈

[mrlightskn]

i literally look pregnant 💀

[starryeyedmagic]

like i said before, 80% sure these fit

[jay-the-fatty]

Hello again Tumblr world happy to be posting again after a couple months hiatus. I recently got new job around this time and been focusing on family stuff. I’ll try to post more on there for you all but no promises though. But still I’m glad to be back.😊

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Hobby

I love waking up and lumbering my fat ass to the kitchen. Then I prepare a huge amount of food, like 3 meals. I’m breathing heavy as I waddle around making my stuffing. Then I lay it all out on the table really pretty. Finally, I get to sit down. It feels so good to rest my giant gut and my heavy legs.

I love sitting at the table with all my food outstretched before me. I love the feeling of working on eating it all. I’m at a point where I can eat so much so routinely that I usually have a large variety of 3-4 different dishes. I’m an enthusiastic eater, I usually inhale my food. I love the feeling of chewing and swallowing and sucking it all down. I love when I start getting too full and then get a huge relief and more space from a solid belch or two. It’s actually an annoyance when I have to stop to breathe.

Then it hits me if I’ve made enough food: I get slower. My enthusiasm is diminished. There is still so much left to eat. I love that feeling when it starts to become a slog. When the chewing gets more sluggish and I must strategically eat the things I least like before the things I love to maximize eating potential. I love when eating becomes a chore and a hobby for me. An entire activity, a planned out event that takes time and effort and energy. Something many people want to do as fast and as little as possible I’ve decided to devote valuable time to. Stuffing my fat gut until it’s all gone and I can hardly think or stand or breathe. It feels so good to lean back in my chair and see nothing but empty plates before me, and having constant burps to let out all that air I sucked down.

I love that feeling. To be hopelessly addicted to consuming huge amounts of food. Consuming many people’s daily calories in just one meal, sometimes 2-3x more. That feels so good. It feels so good that my body is now a fine example of constant overfeeding. A heavy, sagging gut. Flabby, soft arms. Gigantic, squishy thighs. Quivering, blubbery side rolls piled on top of each other. A meaty, pudgy chest. A giant, wobbling double chin. Thick, bulging back rolls. Even my hands are fat and inflated.

I think about that often. How I’m becoming a mountainous blob of hefty lard, a complete fat sack of tubby softness with legs. Just an obese pig with an obsession with eating food. It suits me. I’m so good at eating. I love eating. I love planning my days around it. I don’t want to think far past my belly much at all.

I need more food. I need more fat. I need more space. I need more.

More.