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drawthemfatter · 4 months
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Overfilling Aomine
Thirty-four burgers, three milkshakes, and a soda sat heavily in Aomine’s belly, on top of the six sausages, twelve pancakes, glass of heavy cream, and six bananas drizzled with caramel he’d eaten for breakfast. He groaned and rubbed his gurgling aching gut. He wasn’t done. He could hear Momoi and Kuroko setting something up in the kitchen. More food would come soon. He tapped his bulging gut and tried to steal some deep breaths, but he was too full. All he could do was wheeze. Even burping failed to make room. So heavy. So tightly packed with unhealthy food. Kuroko returned with a gallon of rich chocolate coconut milk. Momoi followed behind with a fruit smoothie (likely filled with weight gain powder or appetite stimulants). Aomine’s face paled. There was no way he could drink all that, but his feeders faces told him he would, or he would die trying. He moaned and pleaded for mercy, but Kuroko grabbed the funnel and began attaching it. He poured the milk in first. It hurt. Aomine could feel his stomach stretching to accommodate it. Then some of the smoothie was poured in. It was heavier and felt like concrete in his overstuffed gut. More milk followed, then smoothie, then milk, allowing short breaks in between. He could barely breathe. His belly was as hard as a rock and noisy. Kuroko helped him burp. He must have stretched his gut nearly ten inches by the time the funnel was removed. He was too full to move or speak. All he could do was moan and burp through the horrible discomfort.
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fivefatweeb · 18 days
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thatfatgemini · 3 months
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what made you want to go from skinny mini to jiggly wiggly?
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If I’m being completely honest, it all started with my addiction to food & depression. But I started to slowly realize that getting bigger meant I was happier. It really is a way of life. The bigger I am, the happier I am! I’ve almost reached my goal, and it’s a plan to then stop, lose the weight, and then gain it back again! I’ve done it before so I know I can do it again 💞
Here’s my comparison from when I started to now! Someone told me I had gained too much weight and got “too fat”. What are your thoughts?
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biggwomen · 3 months
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tobixsb · 9 days
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People living the dream part one
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yourchubbyfriend · 3 months
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boyfriend has gained weight🐷
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horzagobuchul · 10 months
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Yours truly needs to eat too, you know!
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italinafatlovers · 22 days
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Goddess shar weight gain video 😍😍😍 from model a fatty cow with full of Curves 😍😍😍😍😍
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drawthemfatter · 2 months
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Clean Your Plate - Sakurai - Knb
His grandmother always insisted he have seconds because he was a “growing boy,” and leaving a single bite on the plate was inexcusable. He stuffed himself every meal, never noticing that his belly wasn’t the only thing growing. The portions were too. When the plates were too full, she bought bigger ones. When those were full, she would plop the leftovers on his plate or serve them later to “avoid waste.” He learned to wear an elastic waistband to meals, but those still left angry red marks and ripped sometimes. Every meal left him too sleepy and full to leave the table, so he often dozed and rubbed his protruding belly, which kept swallowing more and more of his lap. When he woke up after breakfast, he’d slowly lift his body up and force it into his school uniform. Every so often, he noticed his clothes stopped trying to squeeze him to death. He figured his grandmother bought him new ones. She had, and it made it easier for him to ignore his growth. She drove him to school too, since walking all that distance tired him out. After his after-lunch or dinner nap, he lumbered to the couch or his room to watch tv or study. His grandmother always brought soda, milk, or heavy cream and a plate of sweets, despite the fact he already had dessert. He usually kept a bag of chips in his room too. The snacks were the only thing keeping him awake enough to study. His belly pleaded with him to stop eating, but grades were important. When he finished, he laid down and rubbed it until he fell asleep. It had no choice but to grow bigger and heavier. Getting up became a tiring task. He paused several times on the stairs at school to catch his breath and wipe the sweat from his forehead. P.E. was impossible. Just walking a lap made him look and sound like he’d just run five miles. The teacher usually sent him to get water and sit down, worried what would happen if he didn’t let the boy rest. After class, the teacher would pull him aside sometimes and grab his fat or poke it, lecturing him about health and weight. Sakurai ignored it and went to get his snack. Bullies sometimes forced him to eat or drink weird things like the time a kid stole sticks of butter from the kitchen and made him eat it. Sometimes he ended up in the nurses office with a stomach ache and nausea. She too lectured him endlessly. But when he got home, he ate his after school snack, dinner, dessert, and evening snack like always and watched his belly swell with tons of unneeded calories.
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vividly-untidy · 23 days
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the boy who cried wolf except i get you so big that everyone around you questions whether you’re pregnant or not. you laugh off the comments and you explain the real reason behind your wider waist and slower steps: that maybe you’ve just been putting away more pastries and carbs than you probably should be. This continues as you grow, until i eventually feel like you’re ready to carry more weight, in more ways than one. then comes the pregnancy.
but by then, your steadily growing belly—your heavy full tits getting heavier and fuller— it’s constantly mistaken by your peers as a result of your appetite. each month passes, and the comments on your growing figure increase. looks of curiosity turn to concern.
you try your hardest to convince everyone. you’ve been bred and your body is changing into what it needs to be! you really are pregnant, for real this time! but its all to no avail. “we wont fall for it this time!” they say. “your weight is spiralling, dont make excuses for your overindulge and greed”.
your tits continue to grow in size and volume as your tummy gets rounder and tighter, ravaged in stretchmarks. and all the while, the weight sticks to you. by the end of the nine months, your figure has become so indistinguishably obese that nobody even notices a change. to them, you’re just the gluttonous cow you’ve always been, and most likely always will be.
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fivefatweeb · 2 months
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https://x.com/rift_ninja/status/1651726273000128512?s=20
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thatfatgemini · 7 months
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Squishy EVERYWHERE🥰 wanna squeeze? Or would you rather sink into me??
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tobixsb · 3 days
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gainerboyo · 24 days
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Took a photo in the McDonald’s bathroom and damn I can’t believe how big I’m getting
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horzagobuchul · 10 months
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Lara Croft, pastry raider~
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drawthemfatter · 2 years
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Breathless & Overfed - MidoTaka
Feedee Midorima - KNB
He was so out of shape, just eating and playing with his belly left him out of breath. Standing took several minutes. Stairs were impossible. His overfed belly hung down to his knees, nealy engulfing his somewhat awkwardly smaller thighs. His arms no longer reached all of it. He can’t believe he let it get this bad. Takeo kept feeding him and turning him on, making it difficult to resist the flood of fattening treats being stuffed into his belly. He actually enjoyed it, but now getting up and walking was hard and he felt too embarrassed to lecture his patients on weight when his own fat was threatening to burst the buttons of his shirt. His thighs and belly squeezed through the openings on the chairs and sometimes he got stuck. He always seemed to be out of breath. When he hit 550 lbs, his boss moved him to the research division where he wouldn’t have to see patients or move around a lot. He sat at a desk for hours. There was nothing to stop him from snacking and no exercise. His belly was full and he was tired when he came home. He ached all over because he was more out of shape. But he never resisted the feasts Takeo prepared for him or the sex that came after.
When the scale read 600, Takeo began suggesting Midorima take some time off or even quit. There were at home jobs he could do he could work on losing some weight. He decided the latter sounded like a good idea and claimed he’d quit to work on his health. They both knew it wouldn’t happen. Day after day, he moved less and less. His belly swelled on the bed between his thighs. Takeo pampered him even more and he let himself be manipulated by the delicate foods and warm hands. He could always get out of bed tomorrow, couldn’t he?
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