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Like yes, it’s hot to get stuck places and it’s even hotter when you literally cannot get up without assistance but can we talk about being wider than the cart at Walmart so you make it impossible for people to easily get around you? Can we talk about the first time you realize that your hands are too fat for work gloves? Like I literally indulged my pampered body to the point where if I needed to do any sort of work that required hand protection it wouldn’t be possible.
Can we talk about how as your feet get too chubby for even extra wide shoes buying new shoes is incredibly odd because your old shoes are broken in and feel comfortable but in the new shoes you can feel the sides of your feet bulging out past the sole of the shoe? Or how about how the only pair of shoes roomy enough for my chubby feet in the entire store 8 months ago have slowly grown so tight that I had to take the shoelaces out of them after months of watching them grow shorter and shorter every month when I had to adjust them because I couldn’t slip my feet into them anymore? How when I get in my car I have to try my best to lift myself up in the seat to close the door and when I fall back down I spread out to the point that my hip fat pushes up over the armrests?
There’s so damn much good struggle material. It’s a shame that almost everyone highlights being stuck in booths and chairs, putting socks on or reaching themselves, and eventually being unable to get up from a couch or bed without touching on the rest. I’m pretty sure it’s just because the only people who are likely to think to write those sorts of little things are people as big as me or the people actively encouraging them irl and we’re a bit uncommon. ♀️
I love how this woman thinks lol
dionysian-chub-deactivated20220:
Grab me by my belly fat and tell me how much bigger you’re going to make me
-To make my belly hang over my knees, and then eventually drag along the floor so it’s out of my reach, covered in stretchmarks and infinite rolls
-To condition me to cum from being stuffed so I always need to be filled to cum
-To make me too fat to masturbate so I’m reliant on them or just trying to hump my own flesh to feel something
-To make use of all the new rolls and folds of fat they’ve added to me, fucking them instead of my pussy and making sure I’m trained to get pleasure from that
-To not let me stop gaining until I’m as big as they want me, even if I resist, because they want me to look like a circus fat lady
-To make me so huge I’m forced to waddle around when I can still move, every part of me jiggling just for their enjoyment and amusement, out of breath and sweaty just from walking across the room
-To only be allowed to wear clothes that are slightly too small and be forbidden from doing anything that tries to hide my fat from view, if my belly doesn’t stay in my shirt I’ll have to just let it show, every humiliating inch of cellulite-ridden flab visible
-To be made to display my gluttony for all to see in public whenever my feeder wants, eating enough for 5 people and putting my body on display in crop tops and tight shorts
-To be tied down and force fed with a funnel if I’m not cooperative, because I’m going to keep getting fatter whether I want to or not.
-To be forced to eat until I can barely move and have to use a scooter to get around, especially in public so everyone can see the consequences of what I’ve done to myself
-To make fun of me and humiliate me as much as possible so I can never forget what I’ve become, a waddling wheezing blob of lard whose only purpose is to get fatter and fatter
Need to have this in my life…
I don’t just want someone to feed me. I want them to feed me until I grow beyond recognition. Til I don’t even look “human”.
Make my hips and belly swell until I wedge myself in most doorways. Layer my arms with so many rolls they become too heavy to even feed myself. Plump up my face until I can see my own round cheeks encroach on my vision. Force me to watch as any view of my legs and feet disappear beyond my mountainous belly. Riddle me with countless stretchmarks that boast all the times you fed me into outgrowing the confines of my own poor body. Turn me into a mound of blubber, nothing but rolls and folds that heave with what shallow breath I can manage between greedy mouthfuls of endless food.
This is what I want when I say “feed me”. I’m asking you to take away every ounce of freedom I have left and bury me in the weight of my own gluttony, til I’m too helplessly obese to ever walk again, but too addicted to ever stop.
pigletdreamer-deactivated202205:
i just wanna have the fattest, jiggliest belly that droops low and heavy. dimpled, covered in the stretch marks that serve as proof that i am a good, obedient, fattened hog. i want wide hips that get stuck in doorways, a bulging, enormous ass that’s ridden with cellulite, surrounded by countless thigh rolls. i want arms that sway, undulate with each movement. i want to be so enormous, so deeply encased in fat that a soft smack from my feeder’s hand can send a torrential, rippling jiggle across my body.
Yes yes yes yes yesssss!
One of my biggest fantasies as of late is wanting to get off just from grinding against my partners belly. They’re full, so stuffed, and I’m sitting on their lap rocking myself against their straining gut. With every rock of my hips, I get closer to the edge, and they let out a burp that trails off into a moan, too full do anything except sit there and feel their whole body jiggle and sway. Maybe the motion of me grinding against their tummy makes their fat press down and aid in getting them off right along with me. Either way, I just want to be grinding myself desperately against a huge belly, whimpering about how big and fat they are for me and how crazy it drives me
Funnel feeding is so fucking hot. I wanna see your eyes roll back from pleasure and pain as you feel yourself getting fatter and bigger from all the thick cream I’m pouring down your throat. I wanna watch you go from struggling to keep up with swallow to desperately sucking it down as you caress and feel your heavy belly growing outward with every gulp. I want to hear you whine when it’s all gone, whine for more as you sit there, shirt busted open and belly swelling on your lap. So fucking greedy for me. But of course I have more for you, if that’s what you reallywant.
Slightly dubcon version of this concept but like the dubcon itself involves the person acting as if they don’t like what’s happening but they’re actually totally fine with it and gave consent beforehand //
It’s also so insanely hot to imagine that you’re tied to a chair, hands behind you, as I put the funnel in your mouth. At first you’re struggling, trying to pull your arms free and rip the funnel out, but as soon as your belly bursts the first button on your shirt you realize you’re so insanely turned on. After a little I notice you’re moaning, twitching your hips slightly, and decide to untie your hands. They shoot immediately to your huge stomach, rubbing and squeezing at it as you lose yourself in the bliss of getting fucking huge for me
Funnel feeding is so fucking hot. I wanna see your eyes roll back from pleasure and pain as you feel yourself getting fatter and bigger from all the thick cream I’m pouring down your throat. I wanna watch you go from struggling to keep up with swallow to desperately sucking it down as you caress and feel your heavy belly growing outward with every gulp. I want to hear you whine when it’s all gone, whine for more as you sit there, shirt busted open and belly swelling on your lap. So fucking greedy for me. But of course I have more for you, if that’s what you reallywant.
The concept of someone getting off from their own huge belly is so hot. Just desperately bucking their hips or squeezing their thighs together to try to get friction, getting off purely from the look and feel of their ever-growing figure. Especially if they’re stuffing themself while they do it, so desperately turned on from the knowledge that they’re making themself bigger, giving themself more fat to fondle and rub and fuckthat all they can do is whine and moan and keep grinding their hips against their underbelly
Heavy cream has pavlov-ed itself in my mind to be so fucking hot. Just the thought of someone drinking heavy cream, something that has no purpose when drank straight up other than to make you gain weight, gets me instantly so flustered. Even it’s name,heavy cream, is so hot. All of that rich calorie laden cream going straight into a soft and heavy belly, making it heavier and softer, while my beautiful feedee sits there moaning and gulping it down. So desperate to get bigger and fatter. Heavy cream how I love you <3
There’s nothing I love more than tension. When you text me how much you’ve eaten or how hungry you are, when you let your shirts ride up in front of me to see if I’ll sneak a look. When it’s obvious that nothing has been said out loud but something is going on in these interactions. When you tell me you’ve outgrown clothes or need new pants or even just innocently mention gaining weight, and watch as I have to sit there and formulate a normal response to that while my brain screams “GOD that’s HOT what the FUCK” tension is the best because at some point, it’s going to hit its tipping point
I just wanna praise ur soft belly and warm thighs and kiss u and make sure you always know that you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and that I love u and ur body in all its many forms and phases <3
“I’m full” is a sext
Thinking about rapid wg tonite.
A clueless cutie drinking a potion or taking a pill and feeling as their body starts to get warmer and warmer and suddenly they notice a cold strip on the bottom of their belly and wait a minute since when did their shirt ride up like that? They can feel the button on their pants start to strain and their shirt keeps getting tighter and as soon as they process what’s happening their face flushes and they whine.It feels so good and it’s not stopping. They can’t help but start rubbing their growing belly, and soon their chest starts to swell out as well. Shirt riding up more to form what looks like a bra, straining against their growing chest and showing off their hard nipples. They sit down, moaning out again as their belly snaps the button on their pants and forces the zipper down, followed by the sound of snapping seams and creaking material. Their pants starts to rip right off their growing ass and thighs and at this point they have tears of pleasure forming in their eyes. One hand fingering their deep belly button and the other fondling their huge chest, they’ve long since realized they cannot reach under their belly to pleasure themself. Not that this matters of course, since they’ve been at the edge of orgasm the whole time. The final straw is when they feel their underwear snap off at the same time the remaining stretch of their shirt tears away and their massive chest plops out. They come with a moaning cry, shaking and whimpering and still feeling up their body, well aware that they’re going to come again so soon if this keeps up.
Enough well thought out and detailed posts. I want to sink my face into my sweethearts warm soft belly and kiss and lick and bite until they’re shaking under me and I’m shaking along with them. I want us both so turned on and worked up over their pudgy figure that all we can do is whine into each other’s mouths as we grind against each other. Mindless except for feeling good and letting me stuff them with more food, making them bigger and softer and more desperate.
I love dom feedees
When they know the power they hold over me, that all they need to do is say “sweetheart, I’m hungry” or “god, I ate way too much. I’m stuffed” and I’ll be weak at the knees. Stretching in public so their shirt rides up, knowing I won’t be able to resist looking at their beautiful belly. Guiding my hands to their tummy and smiling at me because they know how much they’re turning me on just by existing in front of me with their irresistible body. Letting out little burps or moans after a big meal and glancing to see how long it will take before I lose my composure and straddle their lap, feeding them everything they haven’t yet finished. Laughing as they watch me unravel in their hands.
Iwantto buy you food and snacks and drinks. I wantto keep you full and warm and never wanting for anything, never hungry. I want to feel your softening belly and know it was mewho did that to you, know that I am the reason for your shirts clinging tighter to your tummy, your pants straining more against your thighs. I want to make you bigger, make you softer, make you happy and content. Let me buy you food please
I just adore when a soft cutie is turned on by their gaining figure. When they can’t button their pants anymore and it makes their face go hot and red, or when they eat too much and rub their stuffed belly, and they can’t help but let out a low whine. Just feeling their belly wobble as they walk turns them on! I love to imagine how they would react once I got my hands on them, feeling and admiring everywhere, planting kisses and hickies on their plush and sensitive lower belly or just rubbing and caressing their tummy after a big meal. I love to imagine the noises they would make, how red their face would blush, how good they would feel
I want to straddle a cutie and feed them up until they’re stuffed and moaning under me, their hands rubbing and feeling their soft warm belly as I subconsciously rock my hips against their tummy. Their face bright red, realizing that they’re turned on by this so much more than they thought they would be. I want to kiss their neck and whisper into their ear that they’re so pretty, so soft and beautiful. Tell them that they’re eating so so good for me, squeeze their belly and get a loud moan from them, hear them begging to be fed more until the button on their pants is about to give way.
Cooking dinner with a fully stuffed belly sticking out in front of you is something only a feedee would do
I need to stop waking up so horny because it’s like 9:30am and I’m already in the mood to cook a 5 course meal and feed someone until they think they’re going to pop or at least until they can’t take another bite.
Like god I just want to fatten someone up so much in a short amount of time that they have trouble recognizing themselves in the mirror. I want someone’s first thought upon seeing me enter a room to be that they’re hungry and need a meal.
making me chubby in a relationship is just a wise investment into my cuddling capabilities
making me fat is winning the lottery for both of us
making me chubby in a relationship is just a wise investment into my cuddling capabilities
