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weirdw00d · 2 months ago
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Before and after a trip to the night market where I completely gorged myself 🥰 I think these pics also really show off the ten pounds I've gained during this visit with my partner 😇 I've been feeling so massive.
Also no joke, when I was walking into the night market I almost got stuck in one of the turnstiles 😳 so embarrassing but sooo hot 😩
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overstuffd · 2 months ago
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No baby, of course you can't eat a whole cake.
Just have as much as you want now, and we can save the rest for later.
Here I poured you a glass of milk to wash it down with too.
I cut you a couple slices - well you always get a second one anyway, I thought I'd save you time.
Gone already? Let me grab another piece - no, I insist. You deserve to indulge yourself a little.
How much have you had? Why are you worrying about a silly thing like that. Here, this is just a small piece, I'm sure you have room.
Come on cutie, don't act shy - I know you want to ask for more. Here, I won't even cut a piece, just break off a little morsel and feed it to you.
See? That was easy to gulp down wasn't it? I bet you can eat another little piece like that.
And another.
And another.
Come on now, be a good pet and finish the last piece, you're so close now. It would be a shame to leave such a little bit left over. There you go, slump back gorgeous and feel your gut spread. You did so good for me.
I knew you could do it. That's why I got another cake for tomorrow - just in case there weren't any leftovers.
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fatguarddog · 10 months ago
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It's the idea of someone finding the fat on my body so irresistible, so delectable and plush that they cannot help themselves when they see me, they have to grab and shake and jiggle and grope and stuff me even fatter regardless of what I want or say (mostly moaning)
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wumbowitch · 5 months ago
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I was feeling SO soft shooting my weigh in and measurements last night 💗 dropping on OF shortly!
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tteessiiee · 2 months ago
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Can you tell I've gained a bit? ✨
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It always surprises me how little is enough to make me look way fatter. That is just 14 kgs! Slowly gained 14 kgs. I don't think I can stop gaining 🥺 It is less then 4 kgs per year! How could i gain even less?? I can easily gain that in 2 months if I try to. 🥺🥺
I will be well over 90 (200 lbs) in next 5 years like that 😭 Even if i don't give in to my feedee tendencies!
Can you imagine how fat I gonna get if I do it intentionally? 😏
Btw belly sure, fat all over sure, buttt - the double chin? ✨
(My OF here)
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butchbear-in-progress · 11 months ago
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They're called love handles because I love to handle them
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weirdw00d · 3 months ago
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The real star of the show is my big heavy belly 😌🌟
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overstuffd · 2 months ago
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It's about always encouraging you to have that extra treat.
Stopping at every bakery that catches your eye to get you a little something sweet.
Bringing you a comforting coffee in the morning, and maybe another as a pick me up in the afternoon.
Fixing you a hefty plate of cheese, crackers and grapes when you finish work to keep your strength up.
Pouring that second glass of wine at dinner, and topping it up for you.
Cutting you an extra- large slice of cake afterwards, then encouraging you to finish mine.
Making sure you're always taken care of, you're always spoiled and you're always full.
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fatguarddog · 10 months ago
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You're the heir to the royal family of a kingdom besieged by demons and during a surrender, are offered up to one of the Demon Lords as a prize of battle. Don't worry, he assures you with a warm yet devious smile, you'll soon 'grow' to love your new life with him
You're taken back to his manor and draped in a lavish, yet skimpy outfit, one that really shows off your body and highlights the slight curves of your features. Your new Lord sits you down at a huge banquet table and takes his seat across from you. All manner of succulent and delicious foods are lined up before you, you take a moment to really take in the size of this hulking, handsome demon and assume he must eat like a beast. But when his impish servants are done setting the table, he just brings his elbows onto the table to rest his head in his hands. He smiles at you,
"You've nothing to fear. Eat."
His voice is so commanding. Nervously, you load up your plate with foods that seem the most familiar to you. Roast chicken, potatoes, various vegetables and a bread roll. It's delicious. With the effect the war has had on your kingdom, you can't remember the last time event he royal family could assemble such a sumptuous selection to feast upon... so you end up forgetting yourself a little and eating until you're quite stuffed. You lean back in your chair and graciously thank your Lord for the meal, shyly paying your compliments to the chef
"Good," he smiles wider and snaps his fingers. "Eat."
A surge of warmth courses through your body. With some demonic intervention, everything you'e just eaten rapidly digests within you and you feel hungry again. Your frame even grows a little bit softer, though not enough for you to notice just yet. You blush and oblige his order, you brain trying to rationalise what's happening. A display of dominance, perhaps? Or did he notice how much you were enjoying the food after having had so little for so long and just wanted you to get to enjoy that more? Was something bad coming after this, or was he actually a good demon somehow?
All of your questions seemed to melt away as you dug in to the feast again, this time trying the honey roasted ham, sweet fruits, leg shank and more. Once again you eat until you feel completely stuffed. Once again you thank your Lord for such a wonderful meal... and once again he smiles at you with fiery eyes from across the table, his own plate still empty and untouched,
"Good," another snap of his fingers. "Eat."
That familiar surge of warmth strikes again, but this time you notice how much plumper you look after, especially in your skimpy clothes. You look up at your Lord in shock and confusion, but he just gestures to the food in front of him. You timidly shake your head, yet your stomach growls audibly in the large dining hall
"Perhaps you'd be more in the mood for wine and cheese?" the demon snaps and the feast before you changes to a decadent cheese plate with crackers and dried meats abound. "Or would my royal prize prefer dessert?" Another snap and the table becomes stacked with cakes, pies and pastries alongside jugs filled with custards and creams, all so sweetly mouth watering The look of disbelief doesn't leave your face. Your stomach growls louder, more painfully as your owner laughs
"Better not to ignore your hunger, my dear. It'll be much more pleasurable for you if you just. Eat."
The command rings through you and sends shivers down your spine, you want nothing more than to stuff your face with every dessert in sight. Your hands reach forward greedily and you begin to eat your fill as your Lord looks on, almost lovingly at you
"So good, so obedient, I'm going to like you a lot," he stands and gently makes his way all around the table to your side, his towering form standing behind you, gently rubbing your now slightly pudgy shoulders. "I'll spoil you so much, feast after feast, night after night of pure pleasure to make you into the perfectly fattened up image of hedonism," his hands feels so good and warm on your soft skin as you gorge yourself. "Just think how demoralising it'll be for your kingdom, to see how easily their royal heir fell to demonic corruption... but I must say from a personal standpoint, I do just think you look so beautiful enjoying yourself like this. I'll have a bath ready for us after I think you're done here, there we can really relax and get to know each other, my dear. But for now, please keep eating. I told you you would grow to love it here."
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tteessiiee · 2 months ago
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Omfg my belly got FAT 😳 Whennnn? How???
Does this shirt still fit me though? I used to wear it to school but probably won't anymore... ✨
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My poor stuffed belly when i chugged 0,5 l on top of all the food 🥺👉👈✨💕
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(Gonna post a 2:35 min video drinking the soda and rubbing my belly on my of tommorow 😊 Gifs are made from the vid)
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butchbear-in-progress · 7 months ago
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Congratulate me for hitting one year on T
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Feedists only, we aren't doing that shit again
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pocchari-hime · 3 months ago
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🍒 ❤️ 🍒 ❤️ 🍒 ❤️
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A true shame my matching necklace isn't visible in any of the pictures.
🍒 ❤️ 🍒 ❤️ 🍒 ❤️
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weird-wood · 3 months ago
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Hey everyone! As you can see this blog has been reinstated, yay! Unfortunately, I've already started another blog and am having a lot of fun over there, so if you haven't followed @weirdw00d yet then please do!
For now this blog will act as a backup and archive just in case (god forbid) my other blog gets terminated. But if you wanna keep up with my weight gain and other shenanigans, be sure to follow my new blog!
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weirdw00d · 8 months ago
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I got deactivated again!🎉🎈🥳
Pretty transphobic/fatphobic of tumblr if you ask me (honestly not joking lol) BUT! We persevere 😤 Because honestly the queer feedist community on tumblr is v beloved to me and I can't stay away.
Please reblog so I can find my old mutuals!! I miss you all 😭
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overstuffd · 2 months ago
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So, feedee werewolf won, obviously, because you're all a bunch of bottoms (loving).
So here are some more thoughts.
When I find you in the woods you're cold, scared - and hungry.
I bring you back to my cottage, offer you some clothes to replace your soaked rags. They're a few sizes too big but you're grateful.
Slowly, you piece together last night. The transformation - the gorging yourself on chickens from the farmer a few miles over.
I smile and offer you a firm, gentle hand. Don't worry - I'm here to help. You're so relieved you don't notice how deep my nails dig into the flesh of your arm.
First, I want you comfortable. I draw you a warm bath to shake off the night before. The fire is crackling, and the incense I light leaves you feeling dozy and calm.
After your bath there are more soft, large clothes - you wonder who they are for - and a proper meal, you look like you need one, poor thing!
You don't realise how late it's gotten, but I've prepared a King's supper. A roast ham and a whole cold chicken, a loaf of bread still warm from the oven, a huge tray of butter roasted potatoes, pumpkin and carrots, glazed in honey. There are soft fried eggs in a dish, and jars of cramy sauces and pickles. You set about making yourself a huge sandwhich, and you're almost done before you realise you didn't wait to be invited to eat.
You blush as you look up at at me, but I wave your concerns away. I set the table for you, enjoy it.
As you eat, I explain your condition, and the words are so distracting you barely notice how many brick sized sandwiches you're gulping down.
You're a werewolf, poor little lamb, I explain. The fellow with the dark eyes you let take you home from the bar a few weeks ago - those bite marks aren't the only thing he left with you.
Your curse is to transform every full moon into a creature controlled purely by desire and animal need - yourself in an unihinited, bestial form, with power to do as you will. I know, it must be scary sweet thing - here, try one of these custard buns.
The good news is, as you've probably guessed, I'm more than just familar with the arcane and supernatural. I'm quite a skilled practitioner of magics, and with your cooperation I can make the next full moon much less dangerous for everyone.
You're so grateful to hear - the memories of the night before that are flashning through your mind scare you, as much as they stir something else, deep at the root of your stomach.
I tell you to eat up and get some sleep, I'll begin your training - your instruction, that is - tomorrow.
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You wake and breakfast is ready - cooked meats, more eggs and poetatoes, and pastries, fruit - you don't take it all in before you start eating, you're ravenous.
Your hair is longer, you notice as I idly play with it, and is spreading down you neck and across your shoulders. You shovel more eggs, another chocolate stuffed puff-pastry treat, not thinking it at all strange as I work out one of the stress knots in your shoulder.
After breakfast - the third plate of which you eat at my insistence - I start teaching you about herblore.
Your wolf form - I explain - is an extension of your self. Don't think of yourself and them as separate creatures, they are your needs and desires made flesh. The better state you are going into the full moon, the more docile your wolf form.
As I talk, you are distracted by my fingers rolling thumb-fat herbal cigarettes into tight cones. My voice watches ovr you as the repetitive movement makes you feel dozy.
Lavender, or course, and chamomile, for calm and stillness. Mallow root for dreaminess. Oatflower for - making you open to influence. My, postitive influence. Heather for appetite - you're going to need your strength. Mugwort to enhance sensation, to keep you in touch with your body. A few others from my garden - I'm passioante about creating potent cross strains.
I place one of the joints in your mouth and light the tip, flicking away the ash as your hungry mouth starts the cone before your conscious mind has time to realise what's happening. I pull the joint away and take a hit myself, you taking a moment to greedily gasp air, before I press my lips against yours and shotgun the herbal mixture directly into your neuro-cortex.
Your head swims, and your brain short circuits as I place a hand on your thigh. You stuggle to regain your composure, as a bell in the kitchen goes off.
Oh - lunch is ready!
As I sidle off to the kitchen, you realise how warm you feel between your thighs from the contact.
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Lunch is a shepherds pie, and I make no move to serve a portion, just place the whole dish in front of you with a huge spoon breaking the crisp crust and fragrant steam spilling into the air.
You don't hesitate, you pick up the spoon and start digging in. The food smells delicious, and you're already ravenous despite the huge breakfast. You swallow mouthful after mouthful of rich, savoury food as I explain more to you, slowly and clearly like you've realise you need.
Fullness is important. I explain, gently. I'm across the table but my foot is playing with the inside fo your thigh. The hungrier you are, the more dangerous your wolf is. It's so important that you stay full. I'm going to do my best, okay, but you need to tell me as soon as there's any room in your belly, sweet thing.
You nod happily, barely looking up from you pie.
Good dog, I say, as I ruffle you hair.
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Dinner comes, pinning you to you chair in the kitchen, and as you eat I explain how important it is that you indulge all your needs now, while you're still a soft, safe human.
You are barely listening, enjoying dragging more of the soft, fresh and heavily buttered bread through more of the delicious, spiced stew. It's one again full of my specially chosen herbs, but you don't need to know that. You've found yourself needing to know less and less all day.
You look a little pent up dear, I say, softly, walking round to your end of the table. No - you keep eating. I know just what to do.
I slide under the table and gently pull down the trousers I leant you. They're loose - for now - and come down easily so I can take you in mouth. I gently suck as you swallow more food.
I don't know if you realise how much you're moaning, but I suspect it has as much to do with the meal as it does with my fingers teasing your hole.
You finish your dinner before you finish in my mouth, already such a good pet. Tomorrow we'll have much more to do to make you safe, but for now I'll walk your heavy, drowsy form to the bed and rub your bloated belly till you sleep.
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fatguarddog · 1 year ago
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Fattening someone up while telling them "this is exactly how you're meant to be" when they groan from over-eating ❤️
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