blubelly

[blubelly]

your local cafe is just around the corner, so you decide that walking a block will be sufficient exercise for your day as a remote worker. to replenish yourself from your measly 1000 steps, you order sugary coffees every time. extra whip on top, of course. your favorite barista notices. they notice how your hand always gravitates towards your thickening middle and slowly rubs at the chubby flesh there while your order. they've taken to adding heavy cream in to every drink. they watch as your growth takes on a sudden exponential speed. you're tugging at the bottom of your shirts, your stomach exposed and flopping out at the bottom. you're embarrassed but aroused. you compensate by doubling the pumps of caramel in your drink. you top it off with cream. you're such a slut for weight gain and you're fattening up like it's your second job. how long until the barista starts adding rapid weight gain powder into your drinks?

#👀

[blubelly]

if youve ever fantasized about fattening me up youre required to tell me about it. its the rules

[blubelly]

REBLOG if you are thinking of masturbating, you are masturbating or just got done masturbating.

[blubelly]

https://x.com/SJRykerArt/status/1774925848828649868?s=20

[blubelly]

I’m not taking any of this bullshit. Feeders are sick. I am NOT your fetish.

you’re right, you’re not. my fetish is baking a sheet of brownies for my boyfriend and praising him while he finishes a plate in sheer delight, which, quite frankly, has absolutely nothing to do with you.

this false idea that feeders view fat people (I’m fat, by the way) simply as objects and can’t engage with them like normal human beings without foaming at the mouth reminds me of the fear mongering anti-gay propaganda where straight people just assume that gay people of the same gender are ready to pounce on them at any time.

silliness.

[blubelly]

happy easter everybody 🙌

[blubelly]

by wifeyhubbysp

I wanted to be licked in a massive way, so hubby put his tongue down my clit and started to do circles. He then used all his lips to cover all the labia and at 0:40 I moaned so high. He immediately put his nose in my clit at the same time and at 0:48 I was totally in the edge almost cumming so I begged:”Take care, please put your cock inside me…now”.

Then I opened a condom and hubby started penetrating me missionary. Moans go getting louder and at 2:45 I said again:”Take care”…I was again at the edge.

Then hubby started fucking me doggy taking firmly my hair and pounding me hard. At 3:08 I told him:”Should I open more my legs” and he replied:”Yes”. At 3:47 I asked for some lubricant and his cock started to slide so good. At 4:06 I was again at the edge and said:”I am so close again, I cant hold it more…Im cumming, Im cumming, Im cumming”. Long orgasm follows. At 4:23 hubby followed me saying:”Im going too” and he almost shouted. We finished together laughing and shivering.

#audio #kink audio

[blubelly]

[blubelly]

I don't know why we never thought to do this before.

Hell, we even keep the ropes next to the gum. The idea was staring us in the face all along.

I kneel on the bed and she slides in behind me, looping the bight under my tits. I close my eyes, trying to shut out everything but the feel of the hemp as she pulls it over my shoulders and around my back. She's tying things a little loose, and it feels weird, but it's probably better that way.

She pats my butt to let me know that she's finished, and I pop up to my knees to give her room to tie a harness around my hips. She fumbles and swears to herself a couple of times, and then swings around in front of me.

"I need you to lay back," she says, before playfully shoving me backwards. I let myself topple, and she continues webbing me with rope. I guess looser ties don't fight gravity very well. Won't be a problem for too long, I think to myself.

"Okay," she says, tying off my hips, "open up."

I let her slip the half-piece of gum in my mouth, but then I think about refusing to chew. What, after all, would be brattier than not playing along? What if I just took my toys and went home? Unfortunately, she's already bound my ankles to the bed, legs spread wide apart, so I have room to grow.

She slides up and looks me in the eye. "Chew."

I do what I'm told.

The flavor is always way too intense starting out, almost chemical, in a way. Its' like when they get the mix wrong in the slushy machine and it's all syrup. Cloying, too sweet, too bright, too fruity. It's hard not to drool blue all over the pillows, but I know better than to actually misbehave.

Like clockwork, as the flavor begins to mellow I feel the telltale warmth deep in my belly. Chewing was a chore before, now it becomes compulsive, thoughtless.

When people write stories about things like this, especially people who've never been through it, they always go on and on about the pressure and the fear and the intensity, but it's never been like that for me.

It does feel incredible, though. They get that part right.

The warmth grows inside me, filling me up, and, when it runs out of room, I begin to grow. I start to lose myself in the feeling of swelling around the juice inside me, when the ropes begin to pull tight across my belly.

I don't mean to, but I arch back and moan deeply, letting a little rivulet of blue dribble onto the pillows. Oops. She chuckles, and we both know I'll pay for ruining her linens yet again.

The feeling is so sharp now, and I lose my mind a little as my skin begins to fight against the hemp. The warmth spreads outward from my middle, spilling into my thighs and my chest, filling everything it can find.

I can feel the knots all over me begin to pull tight as I fill out the webs of rope. I spill out of the gap between the harnesses, and the little part of me that still feels human is silently grateful that we started with something small and easy. The other part of me, the one that's taking over, wants to be squeezed like overripe fruit through fine mesh until there's nothing left but a small ocean of dark blue juice. That's new.

I start to puff through the voids in the harnesses, the cool sensation of the air against my taut skin colliding with the burning where the ropes are holding me back. I start to wonder whether they'll break before I do, but I put that thought away. My breasts are swelling faster than they normally do, even though I only have half a dose in me. They start to obscure my view of things happening lower down, but not before I see her climb in between my swelling thighs.

It's way too soon for me to be leaking, but I feel her tongue against me, and I convulse. soon enough she reappears, mouth stained blue with a look in her eye like I've probably ruined another mattress.

The gum is flavorless now, but I keep chewing. She hasn't told me to stop yet. Still, I feel the growth slow to a crawl. The warmth begins to dissipate, so I give my arms and legs a cursory wiggle.

I'm so full, and still tied down, but I can tell that I'm not round enough. I can't help it. Somewhere, far away in my brain, I know this is a test run, but I keep chewing so frantically, hoping to swell just a little bit more. I almost want to cry.

I'm supposed to be a giant, juicy balloon, not this weird little excuse for an adult human woman.

I guess she can feel my desperate fidgeting, because she crawls up and lays beside me.

"Hey, big girl," she says, wiping bright blue tears off my cheek. "I know you want more, but I think we need to juice you. These ropes look about ready to goosh you to pieces."

I want to say "Let them!" but I know that's the juice talking.

"I know," she says, like she's reading my mind. "It's not fair, but we need to be safe."

I pout harder.

She knows better than to negotiate with terrorists, though. "What are you going to do about it?" she asks, feigning innocence. "You're tied down tight, and too juicy to move." She reaches over, grabs one move my engorged nipples, and squeezes hard. Dark blue juice sprays the wall behind her as I yowl in ecstasy. "Oh no, are you going to squirt on me until I do what you want?" she asks, squeezing again.

"Just cut the ropes off," I beg, trying to think of anything that might free me up to grow safely.

"Sorry, babe," she says, genuinely apologetic. "The rope's too tight now. I don't think I could get the scissors in there without risking popping you."

"I'm going to juice you," she says. "Do you want business, or pleasure?"

I'm too frustrated to cum right now, stuck like I am between one self and another. "Business," I mumble. Fuck orgasms. I'd rather just get this over with.

She smiles gently, and scrambles up onto my massive belly, and grabs a nipple in each hand. Her weight feels amazing, and as she starts to milk giant spurts of juice out of my breasts, back and forth, back and forth, I realize that business may lead to pleasure regardless of how I feel.

Her whole body is swaying with the rhythm of her arms, and I feel a different kind of warmth start to build between my swollen thighs. I can feel every inch of the hemp biting into me, pulling me in so many directions. It feels so good to be her balloon, letting her tease and squeeze as she pleases.

I'm taken completely by surprise when I cum suddenly and violently. I can tell she is, too, because she falls off my quaking body backwards, getting doused by the juice gushing out of me. I'm absorbed by the orgasm wracking my body, and time loses meaning for a little while.

When I come to, panting, I realize that she's nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, I'm small enough now to slip out of the ropes around my wrists and ankles. I sit bolt upright, or, as bolt as I can at least. The residual juice is going to weigh me down a little until my body can process it naturally.

I call her name.

"Down here," says a stunned voice. I look over the foot of the bed.

She's laying there, eyes wide in shock, absolutely drenched in blue.

"Wow," she says.

"Are you okay?" I ask, scrambling to offer her a puffy, light blue hand.

"Look," she says, taking my hand, "that was so much fun, really."

"But?" I ask, trying not to hold my breath.

"... but we have got to find a way to do this that doesn't change my hair color."

#blueberry inflation #blueberry expansion #👀

[blubelly]

If your revolution doesn’t have space for sex work, drugs, queers, rule-breakers, sinners, and genuine freaks then brother I don’t think you have much of a revolution at all.

[blubelly]

magical/rapid weight gain is so so hot

i want to see myself swell up. feel everything get bigger. my tummy getting so huge, pushing my shirt up, popping the button of my pants. it feels so much heavier, i feel so much heavier. my sleeves and pant legs start feeling tighter, seams on my clothes straining before giving way, busting open to free my thicker, jigglier limbs. my jawline fades in a matter of minutes, a double, triple chin quick to replace it. i hear my bed creak underneath me.

#rapid wg

[blubelly]

It’s crazy that people think fat is undesirable. Like my sub is so small but very curvy, and they have plenty of tummy and side fat, but I fucking love every inch of it.

My reasons are this, your Honor: *leans into mic so it pops when I speak*

1. Warm

2. Smells good

3. Soft

4. Jiggles with the force of my thrusts as I fuck into her

5. Easy to grip for a better pounding

6. She looks hot it’s hot she’s fucking hot as hell

7. She has a fat ass

8. FANTASTIC BOOBS

9. She gets so flustered when I throw her around like a rag doll it’s so cute

10. I can’t think of any more reasons but we should sexualize fat. even if you’re not considered plus size, but have a soft tummy or love handles or you have big jiggly thighs, THESE ARE A PLUS!!!! EVERYONE WANTS YOU SO BAD!

My gf could easily suffocate me and tries not to when she’s sitting on my face but I pull her down onto me even further because I rather die than let her get up.

Sorry what were we talking about?

[blubelly]

What is happening ? ?

#belly inflation #belly expansion

[blubelly]

[blubelly]

Um... I think I got the wrong coffee...

This was supposed to be decaff!

#belly expansion

[blubelly]

We need more fat monsters. Fat vampires, fat WEREWOLVES. Fat bear werewolves would fix me. Big and burly is nice and all but it gets repetitive after awhile you know? Those dehydrated abs aren't healthy. Let's get some nutrition in these monsters.

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[blubelly]

okay hear me out

soft sexual kink

I would Die™️ to need to ask to come, even knowing the answer will always be "yes"

Being told to "give it up"/'give it to me" when I'm so close to coming

Being praised and called sweet thing and blushing and scrunching my nose because praise makes me shy and squirmy and embarrassed and blushy

Asking for what I want from a scene like an adult and then getting it, relaxing into it because there are no surprises, nothing to brace myself for, and I can trust my dom to handle things while I'm soft and small

"don't muffle yourself, those noises are mine, give them to me"

Hickeys!!!! across my shoulders and chest and stomach and thighs!!!

Giving someone an orgasm as they walk me through pleasing them, not having to worry about being good at it because they tell me how to please them, they tell me what to do and all I need to do is listen, and I'm so good at listening

Getting to worship someone who deserves it and being able to ask how to do it better, knowing I will never be made to feel like I've failed

Kneeling and being quiet and soft!!!!

I would like all this very much!!!!!!!!