#sapphic feedism

[piggy-ame]

omggg i just stuffed myself and im fuller than ive ever been >//////<

a fry bowl, a big sandwich, a milk tea, and chips have all been stuffed in this greedy gut x3

i feel like such an insatiable pig and im absolutely loving the thought of how much fatter id be if i could keep eating like this >_<

i just cant help but want more food and more fat, i just want more all the time and i wish so bad i could get it

someone tease me for becoming such a pig (๑>◡<๑)

[juniperfats]

I wanna be someone's 800 lb tubby puppy 🥺🥺🥺

[cult-mommy]

I can’t wait until my belly permanently rests on the bed 🥵

[h0rny4tummy]

“Trust me little angel, you’ll be enormous by the time I’m done with you.”

[jesterafterdark]

Reblog if you want a hot goth girl to stuff your face until you're too full to move 💕

[alyssa-edwards-saying-back-rolls]

second dinner is sluttier than actual sex

[piggy-ame]

OMG EVERYONE ITS TUMMY TUESDAY PLUS AN EXTRA AWESOME MILESTONE!!!!!

OMGOMGOMGGGG IM SUPER EXCITED TODAYY!!!

NOT ONLY IS IT TUMMY TUESDAY BUT THIS BLOG JUST REACHED 1000 FOLLOWERS!!!! :DDDD

THANK YOU ALL FOR FOLLOWING ME N STUFFS I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!

THANK YOU FOR BEING WITH ME IN MY JOURNEY TO BECOMING AN INSATIABLE PIGGY AND DIVING INTO OBESITY AND ENCOURAGING ME DOWN THIS BEAUTIFUL PATH!!

as a lil thank you heres a bunch of pics of me in clothes that ive ABSOLUTELY outgrown hehehehe x333

i feel like i should also celebrate by stuffing myself with allllll the yummy goodness i can for one day, if anyone would like to help make that a reality lemme know~ (obv youre not obligated to!!)

again thank you all so much and im so excited to continue growing with all of youuuuu 🩵🩵🩵

[squishyrain]

There's something so whimsical about two fat women making out. Feeling each other's softness pressing up against one another. Gently tracing fingers over stretch marks. Grabbing and appreciating every inch of her soft luscious body. 💕

...So yeah, had a pretty good time with @pillowyprincess666 ✨

[clearlyonhere]

I also saw my neighbor that called me fat a few weeks ago. It’s safe to say I’m even bigger now. I had a meeting with my boss this evening so I was in a top and dress slacks (and an unphotographed blazer) that I haven’t put on in over a year. Safe to say they don’t fit.

I was taking my coat off when she looked over at me and she looked shocked! I’ve been stuffing all day but even without that there’s no denying that I’ve been blowing up like a balloon. Every inch of my body is getting bigger and softer and rounder.

She was staring at me and she said “girl you need to buy bigger pants! Maybe a size or two up if you aren’t planning on dieting.”

So of course I had a little bit of fun “well it’s a good thing you said I looked good chunkier. It looks like I gained back every bit of weight I lost and then some.”

She got herself together and said “wow it looks really good on you. You carry the weight really well. How much have you gained since the last time I saw you?”

And I said “idk maybe 10lbs?” I put my hand on my belly and squeezed the roll and said “I swear it went straight to my belly!”

She watched me pinch and roll the blooming fat at my waist and said “it looks way bigger than the last time I saw you! You definitely gained weight! Honestly if I didn’t know better I’d think you were pregnant with how big your belly is getting so quickly,”

So she and I sit down next to each other to each other on a bench and I looked at her, with my hand on my belly and a huge roll hanging over my pants, “I know. I’m getting really fat,”

She watched me play with my belly as I lifted and dropped the roll over my waist band and she said “I wouldn’t say you’re fat yet. Probably just chubby, fat for you yes, but just chubby to anyone else.”

Then she lifted up her shirt and showed me her soft but flat belly and said “it’s ok we all gain weight over the holidays, look at how jiggly I am,” she’s not but I let her pretend.

“Psssh you don’t have a belly you have a flat tummy,” I lifted my top out of my pants which was a struggle. My belly plopped out and I said “this is a belly.”

She reached out and pinched my belly and jiggled it a little then said “wow you must have been eating like a pig to balloon this quickly.”

“I know. I’m really getting big quickly. If I keep going at this rate I’ll be 180 pounds in a couple months!”

She replied “I think that would look really good on you, you look cute with a round belly like that.”

So it’s safe to say she wants me to get fatter! I don’t think she’s a feeder. She’s only brought me banana bread once or twice. But she obviously likes that I’m getting fat.

[beautytyphoonleaheaa]

A little progress post… this is only after some light snacking. The weight is starting to go to my hips, my dresses are tighter and I often have to unbutton them after a meal… looks like it’s time for my feeder to stuff my belly moreeeeee🥵 😈

[thiccsoftserved]

Movie Night

You're sitting on the couch with your partner, cuddling and watching a movie that both of you have seen before. You just finished dinner and feel comfortably full, the two empty bowls and glasses of wine on the coffee table. They have an arm slung around your waist as they lean into your side and you notice for the first time that it doesn't reach as far as it used to.

While they used to be able to curve their fingers around the slope of your back, their hand only stops to the side of your belly. In fact, they're able to hold their palm flat against you. You knew you had put on a couple pounds: all the late night snacks, eating fast food more frequently due to work, "just one more" from when your partner makes sweet treats. You didn't think it was that much, though.

You feel your face start to get hot and you shift away a little.

Your partner had been dozing on your shoulder and they lift their head, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," you say shyly, "Yeah, I just..."

Your partner leans in and kisses you, their hand drifting back to the side of your belly. You are hyper aware of their touch.

"I just have gained some weight is all," you say, embarrassed, "I should probably start watching what I eat..."

Your partner bites their lip, "Why would you do a thing like that?"

"Because I didn't even notice and if I continue I'm going to swell up to a million pounds!" You protest.

Your partner giggles, "Okay? But what if I like feeding you?" They start rubbing your belly, long strokes from the side to the front, and something stirs deep within you. Possibly even arousal?

You try to hide it on your face, but it's clear they see it. They even get a little excited themselves. They leave the movie running and get up, disappearing into the kitchen. You readjust on the couch and grab a pillow, aware that it sits different in your lap. When did this happen? Where did all this come from?

Your partner returns with two boxes of big cake doughnuts you hadn't noticed in the cabinet and the partial half gallon of milk from the fridge. They set them down on the coffee table and grab the pillow from your lap, tossing it to the side. You feel very exposed, but you can't help and eye those doughnuts. Your partner turns you on the couch so you're sitting the long way, legs up. Then they sit between them. They stare down at you hungrily and before you can say anything, their hands are running up your legs. They jiggle the fat on your thighs and then keep moving up. They slide their hands under your shirt and start squishing your soft belly. The thing stirring within you grows more and more. They trace their fingers up your sides, gripping your love handles and leaning in to kiss you.

With them holding onto your sides you can't help but moan a little. Your partner giggles again.

"Sorry," they say, "I have noticed your clothes getting a bit tighter... I'm surprised you didn't, but," they put a hand behind your neck and run their fingers in your hair, "I didn't want to stop you. I love how you look now and I love it when your belly starts to round out after you've eaten a lot. You make this little noise when your stomach starts to complain that it's too full and it really turns me on."

You feel the dinner in your stomach, it's churning and settling. It squirms inside you.

"It turns you on?" You ask.

"Yes," they say, "I noticed a couple days ago that you're starting to spill over the top of your jeans and I almost pulled you back to bed."

You remember that day. You had told yourself they must have shrunk in the wash. Now you wonder why you denied it and why it took your partner's hand to realize you had started to grow a gut.

Your partner puts their hands back under your shirt, gripping your soft middle, "How do you feel?"

You surprise yourself, but you whisper, "Feed me."

Your partner brightens and grabs the first box of cake doughnuts from the coffee table. Still between your legs, pushing them up against you ever so slightly so you can feel your belly squish, they start to feed you. Immediately after you're done with one bite they give you another. Three doughnuts down and your stomach is starting to protest. Three more and you feel tight and heavy. You keep taking bite after bite until you lose count of the doughnuts. You start to feel a bit dizzy and you're not sure if you're imagining it, but it's almost hard to breathe.

"No... no more," you say softly, your belly heaving with each breath.

"That was the last doughnut," your partner says, leaning forward over your bulging form and kissing you. You look to the side and see that they're right, the two boxes discarded on the table. You feel your stomach trying to make room for them all, stretched to what feels like its limit. Your partner seems determined to prove it wrong.

They pick up the partial jug of milk and unscrew the cap. You know milk will just make the churning worse and will make you even more bloated on top of everything, but something inside of you is awake and alive. Your belly is feeling so uncomfortable being pressed in by your legs and you wiggle a bit to try and get more space. Your partner gives you some room, but still holds your legs up while sitting between them.

They put the milk to your lips and say, "You need to wash those down with something."

You start to drink, your heavy breathing only arousing you more. You can feel your shirt riding up, the lower part of your belly rounding so much it is exposed, but you don't care. All the skin around your belly is stretched so tight as you continue to fill it. You feel like you might burst if you keep going, but it feels too good to stop. You need to finish.

It almost feels like agony if it weren't so pleasurable. Your breasts are being spread apart my how much you've swollen and your partner starts to fondle them as you drink. You keep chugging the milk, only a little dribbling out the side of your mouth.

Then it's empty. Your partner takes the empty carton and places it with the empty boxes of doughnuts. Your breathing is labored as you lie there and you aren't sure you would be able to move if you wanted to. Your partner places their hands on your bulging belly and rubs you down.

"Good job," they coo, rubbing you in slow circles, pushing your shirt up under your breasts, "Very good job."

You feel so tight and heavy, it's like a giant bowling ball has been shoved inside you. Just when you think the feeling can't get more intense, you feel the milk bubbling up inside you. You start to worry, wondering if this will lead to any stretch marks. Then you stop, dreamily moaning, realizing any stretch marks from this would be a trophy.

Your partner kisses your belly and then lays down between your legs. They continue to rub you, laying their head on your middle. It takes them a bit to find the perfect position because of how round and tight you are, but they eventually find one. They kiss you and you quiver where their lips touch.

"We can do more," they say, "if you want."

You know they don't mean more food. You are so turned on right now you think you might finish with the slightest touch, and you go to answer, but the words come out as a bit of a whine, as a bit of a groan.

"Later," you say, trying to shift a little and finding it difficult under how heavy you are, "Let's just keep watching the movie..."

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I was bored at work and wrote this real quick. No edits, so if something looks wrong that's why. Let me know what you think.

[jesterafterdark]

Do you know what would thrill me? What would really excite me? Cozying up to you, wrapping myself around you, cutting you a thick slice of red velvet cake. You could nuzzle into me, resting your head on my breasts. I'd slip my hand between your skin and your waistband. The other hand delicately feeding you the cake. Red velvet melts on your tongue as I slowly bring you to the edge of climax, then. I stop. Give you time to breathe. Bring you back down. Then we go again. Bite after bite, slice after slice, the pressure inside you builds with more and more intensity. You beg, beg me to let you finish.

"Not until you finish every. Last. Bite." You don't know if you can handle that, if you can manage to polish off the last of the cake without bursting in the process. You're so desperate to finish, panting, sweating, desperate enough to risk bursting.

I feel your belly stretched, swollen, pushing tight against your waistband. I eye you patiently as you devour the last of the cake, so eager to finally relieve the pressure. Then, all at once, you blow. Your body quakes with spasms of ecstasy, every nerve set alight.

That's what would thrill me. Watching you succumb to gluttony, to lust, bringing you pleasure in ways only I can.

[juniperfats]

God I fucking love fat women. The fatter the better, in fact. No exceptions

[piggy-ame]

im supposed to be studying for exams but im too busy playing with my belly and fantasizing about being fed even fatter >//////<

i can’t help but think about how good it feels to be fattened up like the pig i am

i just want to be a lazy hedonistic pig who stuffs her face and gets heavier and softer all day i want it so so so badddd >w<

everyday i find myself mindlessly eating snacks and eating until my belly is packed, no wonder ive been feeling so soft lately~