POV u take me to a buffett in this and by the time we leave I look like a popped can of biscuits đ„Žđ
Did a quick 2,300 calorie stuffing and I got so full I fell into a food coma at 4pm and woke up at 8pm đ”âđ« I think this may be the last time I fit into this skirt, getting it zipped took like 10 minutes lmao. I think maybe if I had a helping hand 2 push me past my limits I could get full enough 2 bust out of it đł
2day I'm going 2 b home alone for almost the whole dayyyy 4 the first time in MONTHS, idk when one of my roommates will be home tho, i definitely wanna film a lil stuffing hopefully ill get to it in time!! đ
prompt:Â someone discovering theyâre a feeder as their feedee partner gets bigger
Sometimes youâre both in bed, distracted and ignoring each other on your phones or laptops, when you notice. Your eyes lift from your phone and notice your partnerâs relaxed belly, rising and lowering with calm breath, stretching the fabric of their shirt. Really stretching it now, not just with every inhale, but by default. Not just pushing the seams a little with chubbier hips, but forcing the cotton to bow out close to its limit, forcing the stitching to cave into a belly button deeper and softer-looking than you remember. And your eyes inevitably take in the rest: thicker thighs, more shapely chest, less defined arms, softer jawline. Â
Youâre aware that your partnerâs gained a little weight. More than a little, but itâs fine. Probably thirty or so pounds, not a big deal, and you absolutely donât judge them for it. Have they mentioned it at all? No, they just keep tugging at their shirts and pants. And underwear. Their underwear is getting too small for them, with weight gain making them a bit of a pear and all, but you donât say anything. You donât say they need bigger underwear. You donât tell them how much you appreciate the fact that they need it. As long as they stay mum on the subject of their weight and the fit of their clothes, so will you; thatâs your rule.
Sometimes youâre both in bed, watching TV, and theyâre eating their way to the bottom of a quart of appallingly flavored ice cream (super-caramel-quadruple chocolate-chunk type stuff), and you keep sneaking glances. Because youâre amazed theyâre comfortable enough around you to eat freely like thisâor so you tell yourself. Their eyes are so glazed with distracted pleasure that maybe it didnât even occur to them not to gorge themselves tonight, right in front of you.
Not gorging themselves like some kind of pigâno, itâs just, you both ordered a lot of takeout just a couple hours ago, and then they snacked on chips for a while, and then there was that candy bar they ate on a whim while you took out the trash, and now itâs a whole quart of ice cream. A whole quart. The more glances you sneak at them, the more you notice how their budding second chin peeks out when they chew. The more you notice that their bites seem hasty, as if tinged by some kind of distant, unconscious desperation.
You lean against them as if too tired to stay upright, reaching over them casually, letting one arm rest against their belly. Itâs soft. Itâs bigger. Not a big deal at all, you tell yourself for the millionth time.
And yet, you ponder their weight more. Youâve been pondering it incessantly. You canât stop thinking about how they went to the mall two weeks ago without telling you, bought clothes a size up, and already were uncomfortably tugging and pulling on on every tight band and seam again. You canât stop your thoughts from wandering to the idea of them sizing up again any more than your partner can stop their hands from opening another package of cookies.
âUgh, this stuff is so good,â they mutter, swallowing the last bite, then closing the lid on the carton and setting it aside.
âMm. Iâll buy more then,â you say without thinking. Itâs fine if they size up again, after all. Youâll love them no matter their body type. Their happiness comes first. âIâm going to the grocery store anyway.â
Accidentally recreated this pose. One of my first ever tumblr posts (when I first started getting the tiniest bit soft) vs one of the most recent ones. 2021 to 2024âalmost-3 years of testosterone & embracing my growing appetite have treated me well đ