big-thighs-cute-eyes

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

my baby is such a fat piggy. i stuffed him all weekend and yet he still always asked for more! of course, i had no problem indulging him until he couldn’t even roll himself off of the couch 😋

@big-thighs-cute-eyes

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

Fatter

Imagine waking up before your partner. Your obese body, spread out under the sheets, skin warm in the morning sun. Imagine uncurling your pudgy arms, your pillowy legs, doing your best not to awaken them. Imagine trying to muffle the groan of the bedsprings, rolling over to your side. Feeling the mattress level out, slowly, as you rise to your feet.

Imagine your footsteps, measured and soft. Imagine watching your toes edge and dip beneath your big belly, your heels soft on the creaking floor. Licking your lips, stroking a hand across your waddling hips, your thighs brushing and brimming with jostling fat while you make your way to the door, gently and languidly.  

Imagine edging your way through the gap, turning, your butt thumping the doorframe and jiggling. Imagine looking over your shoulder, tossing your hair, seeing the criss-crossed piles of clothes on the floor. Yours, and theirs. That feeling of conquest, strutting around in one of their shirts. It’s lost to you now. You can only imagine burst buttons, and the scrape of splitting seams.  

Imagine the way to the kitchen. Steps that send your blubbery body into a constant crescendo. Fat, slapping on more fat, while you’re hunting for more food, to wake up fatter and fatter. Gone is the athlete you once were. Buried is the tone you used to show off at the gym. Your muscles, lost in layers of cuddly excess. Your eyes only see one thing as you catch a glance of yourself in the reflection of the window. Someone who has surrendered all control.  

Imagine tearing into breakfast without abandon. Imagine pancakes, and waffles, and toast and cereals, and carton after carton of milk. Imagine the look on your face when they see you, stuffed and naked, glutted and insatiable. Your stomach is puffed out. Your face is full. You’re yearning to be filled with more food, more fatness, more of everything…  

Imagine their hand, homing in on your middle. Their thumb, hooked in your bellybutton. Their finger, pressing under your burgeoning swell. Imagine the look in their eye. Seeing what a blimp you’ve become…

You’re going back to bed. And this time, you’re not getting up in a hurry…

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

Reblog if you're into soft XWG. Wholesome-but-extreme, extreme-but-wholesome. Scalebreaking weights celebrated with praise and caresses. Playful flirtation during gigantic all-day binges. Extreme sizes as an opportunity for tender caretaking. The warmth and intimacy of getting really fucking fat.

Often it seems like the line of division is between option 1, wholesome soft feedism with plump round tummies, and option 2, extreme weight gain and supersizes accompanied by degradation and shaming kinks. Neither of these are "wrong" ways to fantasize (as long as option 2 doesn't involve real life fatphobia), but I'm a fan of option 3.

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

look at my fat piggy! i love seeing him like this- whimpering and moaning, stuffed to the brim, and asking me what i’ve done to him. all i’ve done is exactly what you asked, my love; i’m fattening you up until you’re nothing more than an obese blob of a man <3

@big-thighs-cute-eyes

#they stuffed me so good last night #i passed out getting belly rubs as soon as laid down #definitely the most full ive been in a while #thanks baby <3

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

It's the idea of someone finding the fat on my body so irresistible, so delectable and plush that they cannot help themselves when they see me, they have to grab and shake and jiggle and grope and stuff me even fatter regardless of what I want or say (mostly moaning)

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

I love when clothing companies make larger sizes when they clearly have no idea how fat bodies actually work. Like yeah dude just scale every part of the sweatpants up equally im sure that'll work

#i got like 4 pairs of swestpants for christmas but theyre unusable #the waist is way too big and they keep falling down #but my thughs are being strangled #but my thighs are being strangled #cannot reccoment fruit of the loom sweatpants for fat people

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

more than anything on earth fatphobic thin people love pretending their disgust with feedism is some kind of moral fight on our behalf to protect us poor fatties from something terrible like being seen as hot and attractive because of our weight rather than in spite of it

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

Reblog if you're not fat enough yet

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

Feeders getting you on all fours to admire your belly hang as they pat at it and tell you how excited they are to watch your fattening belly brush against the floor 🥰

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

Hehehehe my gorgeous lovely feeder packed 7 pounds on me in 5 days 😳😳

#ssbhm #ssbhm belly #fat moobs #fat piggy #feedist #male feedee #male feedism #weight gain #feedisim #looking for a feeder #belly kink

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

I need a good session of body worship. Just getting to lie back and feel kisses pressed all over my skin, from my cheeks to down along my jaw, down my neck. I wouldn't mind a few nips of teeth against my skin, just to see dark bruises form all over me. I wanna be held and kissed and doted on like a sweet spoiled Prince till my head gets fuzzy and I can't focus on a thing besides how good it feels to be treated like I'm precious.

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

I never really notice how soft every part of me is till my partner shows how they can grab handfuls of fat all over my body hehe

#ssbhm #ssbhm belly #fat moobs #fat piggy #feedist #male feedee #male feedism #weight gain #feedisim #looking for a feeder #belly kink #bhm

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

wouldnt it be so hot if you kept getting fat?

knowing that every time you indulge you can see your dick a bit less?

that at some point you will have to lay down to masturbate?

that you are one meal closer to being unable to reach yourself?

it is, isnt it? keep eating ♡

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

A lot of people don’t fully understand how sexy it is to watch someone, who’s utterly massive, try to walk anywhere.

Watching everything sway, the waddle they have to do to get one foot past the other, the huffing and puffing they do just to make it a few steps.

Watching a 300lbs person walk is like watching a baby learn to walk for the first time. It’s cute.

And if anything, it just proves how willing they are to be fat. Like, you have all this struggle just walking, and you’re still that size? What, a, pig.

That should be your motto actually.

What. A. Pig.

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

god hhng I want someone to fatten me up

I want someone to be there to always suggest I snack or bring me food or cook or order in. To rub my swollen belly when I feel too full. To make sure I stuff myself at least once a day, being able to tell by my bulging gut. They could watch my tummy get bigger and rounder, the firm swolleness turning into soft wobbling blubber, they could notice all the changes along with me. Watching me have a hard time hoisting my body up from the couch bc I’m too fat and full and lazy to move regularly, and knowing that they did that to me. Seeing me start to develop a waddle, my bulbous stomach wobbling and jiggling with each step, my tight clothing straining to contain my fat. Grabbing and jiggling my rolls, caressing my hanging double chin, poking the blubber spilling out from under my shirt and over my waistband

I want someone to tell me I’m morbidly obese, that they made me that way. But of course even if they laid off, I’d never be able to loose weight, I’m too fat and lazy and used to constantly being fed

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

oh, to run my fingers through someone’s hair ever so gently, only to then force their head back so they can open their mouth and drink whatever fattening concoction I’ve made for them. keeping my grip firm in their hair so they know they can’t stop until they’re finished, and so I can watch their pretty throat swallow all those calories for me.

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

god hhng I want someone to fatten me up

I want someone to be there to always suggest I snack or bring me food or cook or order in. To rub my swollen belly when I feel too full. To make sure I stuff myself at least once a day, being able to tell by my bulging gut. They could watch my tummy get bigger and rounder, the firm swolleness turning into soft wobbling blubber, they could notice all the changes along with me. Watching me have a hard time hoisting my body up from the couch bc I’m too fat and full and lazy to move regularly, and knowing that they did that to me. Seeing me start to develop a waddle, my bulbous stomach wobbling and jiggling with each step, my tight clothing straining to contain my fat. Grabbing and jiggling my rolls, caressing my hanging double chin, poking the blubber spilling out from under my shirt and over my waistband

I want someone to tell me I’m morbidly obese, that they made me that way. But of course even if they laid off, I’d never be able to loose weight, I’m too fat and lazy and used to constantly being fed