#making you fatter

[italinafatlovers]

Pretty bunny get fat and sexy 😍😍😍She want become huuge

[lovely-ari]

Words cannot describe the amounts of desperation and feral craving I have to fatten a guy up. I need to slowly brainwash a man into being my pretty pig/cow. His body getting softer. His tits growing and getting more and more impossible to fill my hand and mouth. I NEED to straddle a man and grab his face, letting him know upfront who he belongs to and this will be his life now. Wobble their tits and belly while whisper in their ear how adorable they are when they get all whimpery and pathetic. Slip a little manipulation so that he's practically obsessed with me. Needing my approval, praise, and attention for damn near everything. Their day being affected simply based on whether or not I acknowledged their efforts to be my favorite pig/cow.

God I fucking need someone to fatten up and make my submissive bitch RIGHT NOW. It's driving me crazy.

[softernhappy]

I always love them.

how not love naked fatties🥵😍

[italinafatlovers]

Carmen lafox Is getting so fat 😍😍😍

[zewik7]

2018 VS 2024

Title: “What a well-caring feeder gf does to a loved feedee girl”.

[chubsette]

today's doodles cause i can't stop thinking about this bunny

[dionysianchub]

I love the term "overfed"

Like being described as "overfed" just sounds so external. It's not something I did, it's something that was done TO me. Like I'm a helpless dumb pet whose owner doesn't know any better and keeps feeding and feeding because "he just looks so hungry". Really I'm just too eager and thoughtless and greedy to regulate my food, but my owner is too softhearted to say no when their pudgy little pet begs for more. Maybe it starts with treats here and there, maybe something off their plate if I beg real pretty, but soon they're just feeding me bigger and more frequent helpings in an effort to keep their pet full and happy. And I just mindlessly eat and eat and eat everything they give me, and before they know it I've been "overfed" into a plump little ball of fat.

It's like that, you know?

[cult-mommy]

I N S A T I A B L E

I honestly could have doubled my 5,000+ cal dinner order from McDonalds tonight to be truly stuffed.

I’ll know better for next time…

[mooingmaddie]

I just can’t stop. Can’t stop eating, can’t stop touching my growing gut, can’t stop getting fatter, can’t stop admiring my fatness. I’m a glutton in all ways

[growing-bolder]

Them: How are you?

Me: *actively growing fatter before their eyes* Swell, thanks

[italinafatlovers]

Pink hair love food and become huge 😍😍😍😍

[lovely-ari]

Fat men that hold their massive tight bellies like they're overdue as they waddle around while moaning???

My actual weakness😵‍💫😵‍💫🥴🥴💕💞

[fluffybutt-7]

Nothing beats being fat and happy in bed… 🤤

Who wants to feed me until *I’m* the bed? 🥺😘🐷

[ihatemakingusernames]

"Look what you've done to me!"

He said, staring down at the pile of fat on his lap. His gut had expanded nearly enough to cover the entirety of it... If he sucked in, sometimes, he could still see the tips of his knees.

His hands moved from the soft, doughy, lard of his gut to fondle his enormous breasts. That's what they were now, breasts. They had to be. They were far too large, and almost too feminine, to be referred to as moobs. His hands gripping the fat, were almost swallowed by the sheer amount of flesh that hung from his obese frame.

He no longer had much of a neck. His chins turned to rolls resting on top of his fat encased shoulders. His arms, huge, soft, and dimpled with cellulite. Shockingly, he didn't have many rolls there. His skin looked like it had been inflated with soft, jiggling fat, that filled them out evenly, like pillows.

His legs were massive. Wider than my waist, and continually growing. You could tell at one point his calves might have been muscular, having to carry around all that weight, but they had been consumed by a thick layer of firm fat. Taut, but still jiggly when he lumbered down the hallway. His thighs? Oh his thighs were exquisite. Enormous and soft. Wide and wobbly, with that fat roll up on the top that if you looked too quick you might mistake for his fat pad. Almost obscene until you realize what you're looking at.

Then, if you could figure out how to heave his gut out of the way, there it was. The watermelon sized blob that sat over his dick. It had been at least a hundred pounds since you could see his piggy cock peeking out from beneath it. It was swallowed now, beneath the weight of his greed, but, not to worry, his lust was still satiated on a regular basis. His body was his Fleshlight. You could see the entirety of him sway and wobble when thrusted against himself. His moans infectious, you could see the pleasure rake across his bloated face as he gorged himself on yet another meal... that to you or I, would be a feast.

Yes, I did encourage him. Feed him. Bring him food. But it was he who agreed to eat. He who begged to be stuffed. And he, who on a particularly submissive night, would whine and plead to grow fatter... For me.

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

The Pump

For the last few days I’ve been playing around with an idea.

What if I had access to a pumping machine? 

It consists of a long rubber tube, a tank, and a foot pump, not unlike a bicycle pump. 

The tank is full of solid lard, or melted butter, or perhaps even cake batter shake. 

I’m seated beneath the machine, with the pump next to my right food. I can easily operate it with a forceful stomp. I cannot stop imagining snaking the tube down my throat. It chokes me slightly, but I get used to it. My lips struggle to contain saliva that spills out as the tube rests inside me.

There is a rubbery taste and texture, not unlike a mouthguard or a bottle. It’s a bit squishy, but stout. 

I press the pump. It shoots solid lard quite suddenly down the tube and into my belly. The long hose stiffens for a second, I cough and stutter, maybe even a heave. Then it’s over. 

One pump makes me comfortably full, like I am satiated. A bit woozy perhaps and certainly distended, but not so full I cannot function. 

A second pump almost instantaneously fills me to my greatest desires. So full I cannot stand without immense difficulty. So full I cannot manage any breathing beyond short, labored panting. So full my gut is noticeably swollen. So full I am having trouble thinking straight. So full I am starting to feel sluggish, tired, lethargic. 

I taste nothing but plasticky rubber, my own drool, and maybe the occasional lardy burp. There is no mess, no leaking, no waiting, no swallowing. The whole operation is only 1-3 minutes. This gives me plenty of time to lug my prize somewhere where we won’t be disturbed. 

How many times a day would I use the pump? I can easily envision myself pulling out the long tube. Struggling to get up from the chair and stumbling to my bed. Pinned by my extensive filling. Passing out and digesting it all over a few hours. 

Would I walk right back over? A little heavier, a little dumber, a little hungrier? 

Would I use the pump enough to make it take 3 pumps? 4? When would I stop? 

What if someone else was there to manage the pump? What if they kept pumping? What if they too, wanted to sit in the chair with the tube? What if I just kept pumping?

What if I get really fat? 

I’m so terrified by my answers to these questions. Access to this pump would ruin my life. I need this pump. My gut needs this pump. 

I’ve thought about this for days, almost a week. I’m embarrassed.

I’m desperate.