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bunnibel1204 · 4 months
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Someone caress my belly please…
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hedonists-den · 3 months
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When she gives in just a little to those cravings
When she's noticing small changes in her body from frequent overindulgence
When she feels herself getting lazier and more lethargic, taking consecutive "rest days"
When the food addiction takes over, and even says "I should slow down a little", but then asks for fast food the next morning
When that behavior spans the course of a week, and pure gluttony is enabled every day
When she finds her lounging clothes getting too tight for her growing figure
When she complains about how bad she's been, but how she can't stop because it feels so good
When she can't even see her underwear beneath her belly hang
When she notices her widened hips grazing the door frame when she walks through
When the couch creaks beneath her drastically increased weight as she sits back with a tub of cookie dough
When she begins to take up twice the space on the bed as she used to
When she has to grunt and groan just to shift her gorgeous heft
When she's your good piggy. And you have the privilege of making sure every day is a lavish, hedonistic existence for her 💜
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bellypudgebelly · 1 month
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It's trans day of visibility!
Gaze upon me.
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fatastical · 1 month
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I haven't posted a lot of myself here, so here's a thing from the other night. I ate fuck ton of food and then chugged some heavy cream. One of the best feelings there is. 🥵🥵🥵
I ate most of the burgers on my way to taco bell. And the taco bell when I got home. Still wanted more when I was done. Not sure it would have fit 😬 but I definitely wanted more. 😅
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stormbringer420 · 1 month
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Current Mood: I want to feed someone so much that their belly touches their knees
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hedonists-den · 5 months
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I stroll through the grocery store, cart loaded with assorted junk food. And not one of those half carts either. A full-sized cart full of fresh baked pastries, boxes of snack cakes, frozen pizzas, massive sub sandwiches, bags of chips and candy, various pints of ice cream, cases of full-sugar soda, just an obscene amount of unhealthy garbage.
By now, the employees know me by name with how often I'm there to indulge your cravings. I bring my haul over to a checkout aisle and start unloading, but I figure one more candy bar wouldn't hurt, and I add it to the pile. The checker begins the extensive process of scanning all the items, and I can see the look on their face.
None of them are really shocked anymore. When they see me, they know they'll be scanning pounds and pounds of junk food. And judging by the size difference between you and me when they last saw you, I think they know where it's going. You're not with me this time, of course. You've gotten too lazy and too heavy to be waddling around the grocery store anymore, especially when you can trust me to fetch everything your greedy heart desires.
Getting it all inside is a full task in and of itself. I practically get a full arm workout hauling all the bags from my car, through the door, and to the kitchen. You know I'm not one for taking multiple trips, but with the amount you go through, I'll have to go back at least once.
When I walk in, you're right where I left you: feet up on the ottoman, laid back on the couch that is undoubtedly straining to hold your weight. The groceries are heavy, but I just can't help but pause and marvel at what a sight you are. Rolls covering your body from top to bottom, legs forced apart from the sheer girth of your thighs, your blubbery mound of a belly spilling onto your lap from under a t-shirt turned tank top, fattened tits resting on top of your gut, pillowy arms and pudgy hands tilting a fast food milkshake cup back to get every single drop. A living definition of unrestrained hedonism.
You glance over at me, continuing to suck down the entirety of your indulgent treat. I have to wonder if you're putting on this little show just for me, or if you really have become that gluttonous. Probably both, if we're being fair.
"Looks like you didn't wait for me to get back," I say, walking to the kitchen to set your goodies down. "How much did you struggle to get to the front door and back for that delivery, hm?"
I hear a soft groan from you and the echo of an empty cup set on the side table. "I moved myself just fine!" Your heavy panting suggests otherwise, but I let it slide. After all, it could just be that you didn't stop to breathe until you consumed the entire shake. "You get everything?"
"Everything and more. I doubled up on some things, knowing how you've been lately."
"Oh my godddd, I need one of those sandwiches. I'm starving..." There was a time when you would rush into the kitchen to look through everything I brought back, but the last few times- "Could you bring it to me...?" you ask. Right on cue.
"My pleasure, princess," I say with a grin. I pull out one of the footlong subs and unwrap it for you, taking the liberty of slathering on some extra mayo for good measure. The moment I step into the living room, I can see your excitement as you lift your arms and lean forward ever so slightly, a wide grin on your face.
"Thank you thank you!"
I turn to leave, but I watch you take that first bite out of the corner of my eye. And then that little moan of delight that sparks the urgency in your feasting. I can hear you stuffing your face as I head back towards the garage and gather the rest of the groceries. You'll almost assuredly be at least halfway done by the time I get back inside and set everything down.
And you never disappoint. I step back in and see you pushing the last bite of a sandwich half through your lips before licking your fingers. The way you've been gorging yourself is nothing short of breathtaking. It really is no wonder that you've managed to gain hundreds of pounds.
"Your shirt is looking a little small," I call from the kitchen.
"You like how it fits?" You respond with a full mouth. "I just can't pull it past my upper belly anymore..."
"To be fair, not much does fit you anymore. I can't even tell if you're wearing underwear most days," I chuckle.
"Think I'm wearing any right now?"
I can practically hear the sultry smile on your face as you ask. "I think you want to see me struggle with all your rolls to check. But I don't think you've eaten enough to earn it."
"Well, you better bring those cookies and make a proper hog out of me, then."
With an invitation like that, the rest of the groceries can wait. I dig through the bags for all 4 boxes of soft, chewy cookies, bringing them in and setting them beside you.
"A proper hog? Like I haven't done that to you already..." I tease, taking your belly flab in in one hand and squeezing it gently. "Look at all this. All this heavy, moldable fat..."
I lift your gut and drop it on your thighs, a dense slap resonating through your whole body. The sound, the ripples that shake every inch of you, it's mesmerizing. I continue handling your corpulence with increasing roughness, gripping all your rolls and jiggling them, slapping your love handles, and sinking my hands into your hips.
"I've gotten so huge...I can't help that it feels so good..." You moan, laying your head back.
I pop open the first container of cookies and situate myself in front of you. Your belly makes such a nice table to hold the container while I lean into it. "Open up. Let me make you even bigger."
You part your lips, letting me push nearly half the cookie in. I get more aggressive with each bite you take, encouraging you to take more and more, over, and over, and over.
"Come on, piggy. Keep it up. You want to be a good pet, don't you? Eat..."
One by one, the cookies disappear, and I get to hear that beautiful, overfed panting of yours again. You huff and puff, finally able to catch your breath from the relentless feeding. Everything about your current state just encourages me, igniting a need to see you helplessly engorged.
I slowly but firmly caress your poor, sweets-stuffed tummy. "Well now look at you. All stuffed with sweets. You know we're going to need to offset that with something savory and greasy. Settle in."
"Okay..." you say, your chest heaving up and down as you place your hands on the sides of your belly.
I start scrolling through DoorDash, tending to you while I look for your next meal. It's only early afternoon, after all. And gluttonous house pets like you need to keep fed all day long.
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ffa-squidge0003 · 2 months
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Finally made it to my goal starting weight 🥰 I’m now 128lbs which isn’t very much but it was about a 40lb gain in about 4ish months but ik I could do better!
Does anyone else find it hard to find the motivation to get up and make food? How do you cope with that? Has anyone got any good quick and easy gaining tips for lazy bums like me? 😂
Anyway here r some slides I forgot I even had from when I first started in the feeder communities I hope they can help some people 🥰
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overfed-prince · 10 months
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Plush and luxurious royal fat... Swollen tits, bulging sides...
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bailey-bellie · 2 hours
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To elaborate on glorifying obesity ✨
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This is the treat deserve for being a gorgeous gorgeous girl 💅🏻
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stormbringer420 · 2 months
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Anyone want to get fat?
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hedonists-den · 2 months
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If you're reading this, then yes, you should 100% get that thing you're craving. Do it. Eat up.
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fattonibabe · 6 months
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Rounding out
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pudgycow · 22 days
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how does 240lbs look on me~? it's not nearly fat enough yet, is it?
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One thing I love about this kink is how the dynamic can be constant, if you're in a feedism relationship it's not like you're in kink mode all the time but it's not like a feedee loses the belly outside the bedroom.
That's where the ramp comes in, the 3 stages you can get to if the feeder decides. Indulgence, enabling, and pampering
Early on in the relationship maybe you still need to grow more comfy with your partner before diving into a feedist relationship. So your feeder only indulges your cravings if you bring them up and is never pushy about food.
Then over time you do get more comfy, both of y'all open up and set boundaries, you experiment with different things, and eventually y'all move in together. It wasn't immediate but your feeder seemed eager to please you and you loved the attention. So the enabling started, a snack bowl on the counter, getting up to refill your drinks before they were gone(and grabbing a snack on the way back to share), a packed to the brim lunch box to bring to work...
The pounds have piled on at this point but both of y'all clearly enjoy it and decide to keep going. So then the pampering begins, breakfast in bed, a mini fridge next to the couch, dessert every night, encouragement to quit your job, ordering new clothes for you, long skin care and after care routine before bed.
Eventually all that pampering turns you into a massive, heavy, and tired piggy who can't help it. You need to eat more, you need to be doted on, you need to have assistance. But don't worry, your feeder is right there, they knew what they were getting into and made you this way for a reason
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