Been super busy with work so sorry about that! Will make a n..
Been super busy with work so sorry about that! Will make a new post soon :)
2023-02-06 18:20:49 +0000 UTC View Post
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results of a huge dinner tonight 😈 I had a huge piece of sal..
results of a huge dinner tonight 😈 I had a huge piece of salmon and a big bowl of rice and I am stuffed. I’m planning to do a water bloat soon, so stay tuned ☺️💞
2023-02-04 00:55:40 +0000 UTC View PostYou lean back, breathing heavily. You grab your phone and sc..
You lean back, breathing heavily. You grab your phone and scroll through it and try to ignore the aching in your abdomen. You’re packed uncomfortably tight, and it’s becoming hard to distract yourself from it when you had gone to bed bloated almost every night for the past few months. This time, like the last few, you took it to a new height. You aren’t sure if you can even stand up. You finally put your phone down and look at your taut belly. You hesitantly hover your hand over it and slowly bring it down to rest atop. Your hand moves slowly down the slope of your gut. You felt your heart rate speed up and heat rushes to your cheeks, causing you to flush red. You’re shamefully turned on by the realization of your own indulgence. Guilt and desire intertwines as you rub the bottom of your swollen gut; you bite your lip. You can’t help but be curious and knead at it, which heats your chest up with burning desire. You let out a groan from your throat and pull your hand back, embarrassed. Though no one is around, your stomach is full of butterflies due to how oddly sexual this all is: making yourself continue to eat until you’re temporarily immobilized; easing your stuffed, swollen belly while you desperately grow harder; gasping at the touch of your fingers relieving the tension. Society tells you that you should feel bad, but you don’t. Sure, you feel like this is something you may need to keep a secret, but you’re not doing very well at deception considering your gut is sitting in your lap. You decide to do what you’re best at and indulge in the feeling of you heavy body. You grope the thick roll on your side and massage it as you run your hand up and down your gut. This was bound to happen - every time you eat, you are overcome with the temptation to touch your body and feel the consequences of your greed. You usually resist it (with a few previous inebriated exceptions) but you figure that the damage has already been done, so you might as well enjoy the ride. You lean forward to get up and your distended gut pins you to the couch. You let out an audible whimper and desperately knead your bloated belly. You inhale and try again, rocking in place as you slowly get on your feet. You walk over to the mirror and avoid looking down, maintaining eye contact out of shame. But it’s not like you’re not aware of what you’ve done to your body. You’ll look like this regardless. You are the only person getting in the way of your own satisfaction and you know this, so you look. Your eyes widen and you finally see the growth you’ve added to your waistline. You’ve avoided looking in the mirror for months, allowing yourself to live in a delusion that you’re not fat. In reality, you know you have to be at least 300. Your shirt is riding up, exposing the bottom of your belly that overlaps your waistband. You run your hands up the soft fat and pull your shirt up over your tits, which rest on the dome of your stomach. The feeling of grabbing each roll of fat and caressing your own growing body almost brings you close to orgasm. You make your way into the bedroom and sit on the bed, which creaks as you lean back to lay down. Your weight shifts as you lie down and you reach around your belly to pull off your clothes. By the time you’ve reached your underwear, you’re already out of breath. “Fuck,” you exhale desperately as you rub your swollen gut. With your other hand, you press into the firm, full top of your belly and whimper from the pressure. “So big,” you remark, unable to see over your swollen gut. Your legs shake as you try to keep it together, biting your lip hard. You close your eyes and think about eating even more; being even bigger. You probably can’t even get up from the bed, and that thought alone nearly makes you cum. You think about someone else- someone you try not to think about, but always seem to- kissing your thick thighs and shoving bite after bite down your throat. “C’mon, baby. Just one more. Be good for me,” I would say. You see my blue eyes and blonde hair in your mind when you reach your climax and it’s almost as if you can feel my strong hands groping your taut belly; you can practically hear my voice telling you to eat just a little more for me…
2023-02-01 16:39:29 +0000 UTC View Post“I know it’s hard not to notice.” We both know what you’re r..
“I know it’s hard not to notice.” We both know what you’re referring to, and I try to maintain eye contact, I really do, but my eyes eventually fall back on your stuffed belly. A little bit pokes out of your sweatshirt at the bottom and it rests on your thick, tree-trunk thighs that spill out of your shorts. I can see every roll and crevice from how tight your clothes are. You watch my eyes roam your body freely and your chest heats up. This new shift in tone is definitely a readjustment for us. You break the tension for a moment by asking me if I can grab you another beer. “You can’t get up and get one?” I taunt, knowing what the answer already is. It’s worth it; seeing you tongue tied and flustered. You play your cards and slowly run your hand down the slope of your mountainous gut. “I think you know the answer to that,” you smirk. The tension finally seems to cease and we both realize that, yes, the feelings between us are mutual. This is really happening. I grab us a few more beers and drink mine in four gulps. “Slow down there, Nico. It ain’t gonna run away from you and there’s more where it came from.” I hesitate on my next words, not wanting to cross a line that may not exist. I won’t know until I try. “I could say the same thing to you about that borscht.” I nearly whisper it and you chuckle at my brave comment being said with such uncertainty. You thinks it’s cute when I get nervous; cheeks flushed and eyes averted toward the floor. “It’s not as good cold.” You shrug. “And anyways, it’s not like I got this way from restricting myself, right?” You tease, gesturing down to your taut belly. I am resisting every urge in my body telling me to reach over and touch your fat gut. I want to kiss your soft lips and bite your warm neck while my hands roam around your plentiful body. “I’m glad you’re not,” I pause as my voice catches in my throat, “restricting yourself.” You smirk in response and can’t help but rile me up even more by shifting heavily to scoot next to me. We’re now sitting with our shoulders touching and I turn so that I’m completely facing you, still slumped back and trying to breathe. I notice how soft you’re getting as we’re pressed together. “Do you eat like this every night?” I tease the question, and the it seems to be a checkmate as your cheeks turn red. “Yeah,” you says rather breathlessly, “most of the time I sleep here on the couch because I can barely get up.” I open my mouth to respond, but I snaps it shut and reach forward to hand you your beer. You take it with a sly smile and I decide that I would like a bit more alcohol in my system at this rate. “Could you grab me a another?” You ask, rubbing your bloated gut as I finish mine. I get up and take the beer to the trash. “And some of that ice cream in the freezer?” I freeze and wait to catch my breath before grabbing a pint of chocolate ice cream. I brings it to you, and you thank me and open it. You knows you’re not hungry, but you want to push himself beyond anything you’ve done before now that I’m watching. You start to go in on the ice cream and you can already feel your angry stomach protesting, but your self control seems to be controlled by your own desire. I don’t know what to say and I act as if I don’t notice, sipping my beer. I have a one track mind, though, and the only thing on it is you. You move so that you’re leaning against the arm of the couch, stretching out to give your massive gut room. By the time you’re finished adjusting, you’re already panting and out of breath. I’m starting to go insane pretending to watch the television as you put on a show next to me. I’m not sure if you want me to look or if you’re just inebriated. Regardless, I can’t help but turn my head and suddenly the two of us are making direct eye contact. The tension is palpable. You stop eating for a moment and pant. I bravely ask you, “Are you going to finish that?” You pause thoughtfully. “Should I?” I, growing almost impatient, do my best to remain calm and collected. “Do what you want. You clearly like eating.” I say, my voice low and seductive, and your breath catches in your throat. You make eye contact with me for a moment and shovel more ice cream into your mouth to distract from the sexual tension. Each bite hurts and you know you’ve never been this full in your life. Your belly is swollen and you’re overcome with the desire to stop and touch yourself everywhere to alleviate the pressure. I notice this and remark, “You don’t have to eat it all. It’ll be there tomorrow.” You look at me and see the challenge in my eyes. “I can finish it.” You pant out. You take another bite and my eyes catch the underside of your belly. It’s sticking out of your shirt and it looks soft. I have never wanted to grab something more. I am truly shocked by your level of gluttony and I can’t help but imagine how far you could take it. “I’m sure you can finish it.” I tempt you, and you do just that. You lift the carton to your mouth and drink the rest of the ice cream, whimpering softly as your belly swells. You finish and go to put away the carton, but realize how heavy you are. You know for a fact you can’t reach the living room table, but you decide for whatever inebriated reason to try. You scoot forward and let out an “oh fuck” that resembles that of a soft moan. You can’t even sit up far enough to move yourself off of the couch. “Finally full now or are we gonna eat the rest of the fridge?” I ask breathlessly. “Maybe another night I’ll clean it out, but not tonight. I’m stuffed.” You pat the side of your gut and I watch it jiggle. Considering how full and packed tight you are, I’m surprised you’re still so soft. You are so turned on by your big, bloated gut that you can’t even bother to restrain yourself. You close your eyes and begin rubbing your hands around your tummy like second nature. I watch with jealousy. You sigh into the touch and massages the rolls at your side while I watch wide-eyed, biting my lip slightly. “Wanna give me a hand, Nic?” You invite, and this is the moment I’ve been waiting for. I don’t hesitate, instead shifting between your legs and putting my hands on your soft body. You immediately push back into the touch and a gasp leaves your lips. You let your eyes roll back as I press into your full belly with my fingertips and trace circles onto it. “Feels good.” You mutter, hand gripping onto the arm of the couch tightly from the pleasure that has sent a rush through your whole body. “You feel good.” I whisper, unable to speak properly. “So soft.” I get into it, roaming your belly desperately. I place my hands on both sides of your gut and give it a shake, in turn making you let out an unintentional moan. “You like that, piggy?” I deeply hush, and you whimper with a desperate nod in response. “Your hands feel so…” you trail off when I reach for the hem of your sweatshirt and lift it up, exposing your big belly and perky tits. I can’t help but grab one of them, swiping my thumb over your sensitive nipple and making you squirm. You’re whimpering beneath me and you gasp when I take one of your nipples into my mouth and start sucking on it. “Nico, oh shit.” Your hands make their way to my hair and you pull back, and I’m scared I’ve gone too far. But when I looks at you, I notice the way your eyes flicker down toward my lips. I make the move to lean in and kiss you. It’s hot and heavy and my hands roam your plentiful body restlessly. “Fuck, you’ve gotten huge. You’re so big, babe.” I moan into your mouth, running my hand down the slope of your exposed belly. I untie your sweatpants string for you, giving way for your belly to spill forward. You sigh in relief and I attempt to pull your tight sweatshirt back down over your mountainous gut, but it gets stuck between two rolls of fat at your side. I can’t seem to get it to go past your belly button; deep and sensitive. “Can’t even get your shirt back on.” I tease while pinching your navel, and you look down to confirm this. “Ate a lot.” You breathe out. “Gained a little weight.” I suck on one of your nipples and you mutters a mantra of, “Oh, Nico.” I suck on your swollen chest and begin making my way down to your belly. I suck a hickey into your swollen belly and your eyes roll back in pleasure. You move so that my hands are between your thighs. “A little weight?” I smirk, shaking the soft, jiggly bottom of your gut. “Does this look like a little weight to you?” I rub my hands over your gut and grab the two massive rolls at your side as you rut into me. I grind my hips against yours and you throw your head back in pleasure.
2023-01-27 02:06:19 +0000 UTC View Post💜 Stay tuned for part 2 of this set + a short story upload t..
💜 Stay tuned for part 2 of this set + a short story upload tomorrow :3
2023-01-26 08:21:01 +0000 UTC View PostNext story will be posted tomorrow since I’ll have the day o..
Next story will be posted tomorrow since I’ll have the day off! Love you guys and here’s a teaser for my next set I upload ☺️ What do you guys wanna see in my feedism writing? And what kind of pics do you want? (no full-nudity) Let me know in the comments! <3
2023-01-24 17:14:55 +0000 UTC View Postpart 3 of this set hehe 💞 i’ll post another story soon ☺️
part 3 of this set hehe 💞 i’ll post another story soon ☺️
2023-01-22 13:55:29 +0000 UTC View PostPart 2 “Fresh pumpkin pie, all for my piggy.” I hold out a ..
Part 2 “Fresh pumpkin pie, all for my piggy.” I hold out a fork and you take it graciously, pulling me down to sit as you sink the fork into the crust and scoop out a considerable amount of sweet pie. You push it into your mouth and moan softly at the taste, shivering from arousal when my hand touches your stomach. You know that this is just the beginning… “Damn, that’s good.” You take another bite, then another, eating quickly and steadily until about a third has disappeared already. I give your stuffed belly a firm pinch. “Almost forgot to grab some milk for you. How about chocolate milk? I bet that’d be perfect.” You nod and I slip out of the dining room and into the kitchen. When I come back, you hastily grab the cup, sucking down almost half in no time. You place the cup on the table with a burp. “Feeling pretty stuffed, Nico…” “Then put your feet up and I’ll do the work.” I assure, guiding your fat body to the couch for a more comfortable position- head on the pillows; thighs spread for me to settle in between. You brace yourself to stand with a grunt and try to lift your fat ass from the seat, but your gut is too heavy for you to get up. I reach out my hand and use all of my strength to get you up as you moan about how full your belly is. You waddle to the living room and plop your heavy body onto the couch and I straddle your lap. I pluck up the pie and balance it on the bulge of your round belly, spooning you a huge bite. You close your eyes and chew, one hand resting on the taut curve of your stomach while the other settles on my forearm, squeezing it gently when I press my body flush against yours, hips grinding down with aching need. “You're doing such a good job, baby.” I hum. “I think you're on your way to polishing off this whole damn thing.” You moan, breathing through your mouth as you chew. I feel your dick twitch beneath me from the praise; from the teasing. My free hand is rubbing at the massive dome of fat that has become your belly. Your hips coil and rut, the rate only slowing when your core goes rigid ( a telltale sign that you’re nearing climax) and you beg me for more. My hand swipes smoothly over your round gut, the other shoveling bite after bite into your awaiting lips. Your breathing is heavy, each bite taking a little longer to chew and swallow than the last, but I offer frequent breaks for you to breathe and sip your milk. It‘s not long before hardly any pie remains and I can hear the arousal in my own voice. “Just two more, piggy, I know you can do it…” You nod, accepting the next forkful to your lips with a whimper. You take your time to chew, gulping it down and opening your mouth for the final bite. I feed it to you, and my eyes are eager as I watch you lick crumbs from the corners of your mouth, entirely unable to breathe smoothly with how tight your belly is. I slip the tin away almost immediately, kissing along your soft neck, over your perky tits that sit on the dome of your fat gut, my hips grinding desperately against yours. “Shit, piggy, I-I’ve never been as turned on as I am now…” I whisper into your ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so stuffed.” You throw your head back, body spreading as if to make more room for your bloated, distended gut. Despite the discomfort, your cock is throbbing against my thigh, and the heat of your arousal only inspires me to move a little faster against your pinned body. “I don’t think so, either,” I breathe, both hands moving over the bloat of your gut.
2023-01-21 05:41:47 +0000 UTC View PostThe morning is gloomy and grey; the rain is falling heavily...
The morning is gloomy and grey; the rain is falling heavily. Your stomach grumbles loudly as you begin to awaken, greeted by a growl from your endless gluttony. You rub your soft tummy and sigh, basking in the early-morning sunlight. You grunt and push yourself up with a slight struggle and head toward the kitchen in a daze. You stop in the hallway and inhale sharply as you turn to face the mirror. You can’t believe you’ve let yourself go with this much consequence. But you can’t help but be turned on by your fat, bouncing belly when you look at your reflection. You pull your shirt up and grab at your fat gut that spills over your tight boxers. You are in awe as you jiggle it. It’s almost as if you were meant to have this thick body, considering how perfectly your round gut and thick rolls suit your figure. The smell of coffee hits your nose as you enter the kitchen. You look at me in surprise due to what I’m wearing (see photos 1-10). “What’s the occasion?” You ask, smacking a hand down onto your bulbous belly. The fat jiggles beneath your hand and our faces flush from arousal. You’re still stuffed from the night before. This makes me wet and you can tell by the fire that appears in my eyes. “Well, I wanted to make you breakfast. I wanted to see if I could make you five pounds heavier in one day.” I say with a blush. My face screams innocence, but my voice is passionate and intoxicating. You take a seat obediently at the kitchen table. “Good piggy.” I smile at you as you rub your gut that is beginning to sit in your lap. (pt. 2 will be on my next upload) 😈💞
2023-01-20 06:27:40 +0000 UTC View PostMy tits are threatening to spill out of my new piece already..
My tits are threatening to spill out of my new piece already hehe. I can’t wait to see what 50 more pounds brings 😈 my current weight goal is 130, so I’m only 17 pounds away hehe… 🤭
2023-01-19 23:17:17 +0000 UTC View PostJust got this new piece! Ft. my kid’s medium size fairy tee ..
Just got this new piece! Ft. my kid’s medium size fairy tee lol. It’s starting to get a little tight in the chest area hehe 😈 More pics of the lingerie piece I got will be posted soon! 💞
2023-01-19 20:52:21 +0000 UTC View Post“I’m so full, Nico.” You groan, rubbing your tight stomach. ..
“I’m so full, Nico.” You groan, rubbing your tight stomach. “Hand me that?” You ask me as I stare at you with an intensity that you can’t deny is beyond sexual. I look at you and your distended gut like you hold the world in your hands. I turn around to where you are pointing at a plate with a donut. “But aren’t you full?” I quietly ask, mouth going dry. You just ate the other 11 in the box. You grow impatient, eager to eat for me, and inch forward with a grunt to grab it. “Not full enough.” You smirk, taking a bite of the donut. I can’t do much but stand and watch in awe as you shovel in bite after bite ravenously.“Fuck.” You moan and throw your head back, reaching your hand down toward the dome of fat at your waist. I grab your wrist and you look up at me with wide, lustful eyes. “Just. Let me help.” I whisper seductively. “Let me take care of you.” I lean forward and grab the donut, then push your hands above your head. I bring the pastry to your lips and you oblige obediently, and God forbid you take the whole thing in your mouth like a champ when I shove it in. My breath hitches and you pant through the rest of the chewing. You’re determined to be my big, good feedee. “‘M so full, Nico.” You mumble once you swallow and I let go of your wrists. I lightly place one hand on your throat and push your chin up to look at me. “You’re so good. No touching unless I say so, okay?” I ask with my voice low, and the sudden dominance makes you shut your eyes and nod to contain yourself. I move in to straddle your lap and the plush of your thighs fill out the chair delectably, bringing me to push my hands up them. You bite your lip and eye me longingly, feeling me move my hands up to slip them under your tight shirt. You groan from the pleasure of being touched after being so full. My breathing heightens when I push up your shirt to reveal your swollen belly, unwrapped and gorgeous like a present. “Fuck, baby.” I groan. Your belly is hard at the top from being stuffed to the brim, but the bottom is soft and rests in your lap. Your sides push over the waistband of your shorts and I can’t help but grab the thick rolls that sit there. I massage them and my hands roam from your belly to your breasts, which are becoming more like two large peaks perched upon the top of your gut. My fingers circle the dip of your navel and I pinch at the thickness of it between that and your belly button. I press a kiss to the top of your belly and suck on it. “Nico, oh my God.” You groan. You lean forward slightly and I match you in the middle to kiss you. It’s deep and passionate, but it’s also needy and filled with longing. I bite your lip as both of my hands grab your underbelly and give it a shake. “Nico,” you moan into my mouth, “so full.” I can’t help but rut my hips into your big belly in response, in need of friction. I place one hand under your gut and use my other hand to stroke you over your shorts. You squeeze your eyes shut and push your belly further into my hold on it. I caress the side of it where the fattest roll sits and my other hand slips into your underwear. “Getting kinda big.” You moan into my neck where you’re sucking. I get needy from the thought. “Yeah you are.” I growl. “So big.” “Am I getting fat?” You ask, and if it weren’t for the way you deviously smirk when you ask the question, I would’ve been more hesitant to answer. “Yeah, babe.” I hiss, noticing how fucked out my voice sounds. “You feel so good.” “I feel big.” You exhale. “You are big.” I point out, licking a stripe up your neck. My hand grabs at the bottom of your belly desperately, like a drowning man seeks a rope. “I don’t normally feel it,” you groan, “but I feel huge right now. Don’t even think,” you pause, getting more turned on from knowing how crazy you are about to drive me, “I don’t even think I could get up right now. I’m just so full.” I squeeze my eyes shut and throw my head back in arousal. I kiss you roughly and step back, standing in front of you. You can see how flushed my cheeks are as I demand, “Stand up for me.” You obey, placing both hands on the armrest and rocking in place in preparation to stand. You try to push yourself up, your round belly sloped down between your thighs and your butt barely lifted off the chair, but you can’t get the momentum. I bite my lip. “Try again, babe, c’mon.” You push forward again, getting up even less this time as you fall back with a thud. You place your hands on your fat stomach and knead it desperately. “You’re so fucking hot.” I speak through gritted teeth, crawling back on top of you as you catch your breath. “God I’m fat, Nico.” You mumble. You thrust your hips up to connect them with mine, my hands pushing into your belly and grabbing the fat that spills over your sides. I wrap my fingers around the waistline of your underwear and pull them down to your knees, exposing you to me completely. You take my hand and place it back on the navel of your big belly. “Touch me, Nico. Feel how big I am. Tell me why you like it.” You demand eagerly.
2023-01-18 22:27:59 +0000 UTC View PostOnce you finish your meals, you can have dessert 😼
Once you finish your meals, you can have dessert 😼
2023-01-18 20:55:47 +0000 UTC View Postpix of a cute girl who wants you to stuff your gut for her u..
pix of a cute girl who wants you to stuff your gut for her until you struggle to breathe 💞
2023-01-18 20:52:53 +0000 UTC View Post
