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fckingsofthips 6 days
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Breaded chicken, cheesy fries, & tortilla chips馃構
Part 1
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fckingsofthips 8 days
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Congrats on getting obese! Your stretch marks are looking very red and you鈥檙e looking fat!
THANK YOU I'm so fucking thrilled. I should've known I was still gaining when my stretch marks were getting itchy馃槼
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fckingsofthips 8 days
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I FUCKING KNEW I COULD DO IT
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TO CELEBRATE MY LONG AWAITED OBESITY
Ngl I know I can get these on but my fingers were hurting so bad I just gave up instead
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(Volume up for the creaky floor and huffs of effort that I legitimately did not notice I was so focused on trying to get these damn jeans to button)
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fckingsofthips 8 days
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TO CELEBRATE MY LONG AWAITED OBESITY
Ngl I know I can get these on but my fingers were hurting so bad I just gave up instead
He/him ONLY
(Volume up for the creaky floor and huffs of effort that I legitimately did not notice I was so focused on trying to get these damn jeans to button)
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fckingsofthips 8 days
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UMM.
So I kinda believed. That since I last put these jeans on in June. I hadn't put on any weight? I've bought a couple of new pairs of trousers for the winter, sure, and I knew I'd have to get a new winter coat because there was no way the ones from last year were going around me. But I thought that gain was all from last winter as spring, because I haven't really had much time to think about actively gaining throughout summer & autumn.
Um.
Turns out getting a primarily WHF office job and sitting on my arse snacking all day has its effects 馃槼
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fckingsofthips 8 days
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OH MY GOD.
I finally weighed myself after a VERY long time, and at 197lb I am FINALLY OFFICIALLY OBESE
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fckingsofthips 15 days
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Feedist Kinktober, Day 10 - Exhibition
I don't think she realises how much she's eaten. The first fold of her belly is creeping over the waistband of her skirt, barely covered by her top.
Everyone else has finished eating, said the mains were big enough for them, but she wanted dessert.
"Oh don't worry, we don't want you to feel like you can't have a good time!" "Oh I know, we'll get some more cocktails so we've all got something on the table."
She's out with her five friends, all joined at the hip since their college days, but only she has piled the weight on, year by year. The group chatters around her, getting giddier with their sickly sweet cocktails, while she fills her mouth with spoonfuls of creamy cheesecake and vanilla ice cream. The cheesecake, sliced into, reveals fluffy pockets of air, a deceptively light, whipped texture to it. The biscuit crumbles as her spoon hits it, preceding the sharp tap of metal against porcelain. She's entranced, paying no mind to her body's cues that it's had enough, holding the ice cream in her mouth to melt and trickle down her throat. When she finally finishes, everyone insists on splitting the bill evenly, even though everyone knows she's eaten more than her fair share.
Into the night they go, ready to party until sunrise (or until the first person complains of being tired and the rest of them realise how much they want to go back to the friend's house they started in.)
I don't think she realises how much she's eaten. As her belly has expanded, she's tried to mitigate the press of her waistband by shifting it higher, to little success in making it comfortable. It's revealed a glimpse of her cellulite covered ass cheeks.
The girls all follow her into the kebab shop, eyeing her new revealing setup, and everyone orders something to soak up the last two hours' of alcohol. She finds bliss in the heat of soft potato, teeth tearing through the gentle fried crisp of the fries, tongue lapping at the salt and seasoning they're coated in. She barely notices as people tip their leftovers into her container, happy to keep chasing the satisfaction in each bite. Once finished, she lets out a huge, rattling belch that alerts the other patrons to her ass spilling off the kebab shop seat, the upper fold of her belly spilling out of her too-small top and over her restrictive waistband. Her friends don't gawk, instead cooing over her big belly, giving it a pat, and helping to lift her off her seat.
Time to call a taxi and head back to someone's house together. Squeezing into the van to fit around her, drunkenly rubbing her thighs, leaning over her and resting their heads on her soft shoulders. Giggling each time she lets out another tight burp, soothing her with caresses if they suspect she noticed.
I don't think she realises how much she's eaten. All staggering through the front door, someone's thoughtful enough to unzip her skirt, and she eases down heavily onto the sofa, stomach rolling out over her thighs.
Someone brings out a bowl of chocolate snacks, placed in her arm's reach, but she doesn't need to lift herself. Slender hands bring the sweet chocolate to her lips, and she moans in pleasure as the chocolate melts and gives way to a rich caramel. The girls rub and soothe her belly, gently pushing at the firmness as it loudly tries to digest.
When her moans turn to snores, the chocolates are put away, and they all fight for space on the sofa to curl up next to her.
She doesn't realise how much she ate that night, but they do.
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fckingsofthips 16 days
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POV I've just got home from work and you're going to suck me off while I wait for my takeout to arrive
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fckingsofthips 1 month
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Lips
Over breakfast, I lean forward to kiss her, and come away with the taste of maple syrup. I smile at her, but she doesn't see, already reglazing her lips with syrup as she pushes an overburdened forkfull of pancakes through them.
At lunch, out with friends, I watch as her tongue keeps poking out to wet her lips. They're not dry - she put a cherry flavoured chapstick on them before we left - she's just hungry, waiting impatiently for our entrees to arrive.
Her thighs are spread out across the kitchen counter, restricting my space as I try to make us dinner. She's talking a mile a minute about the book she just finished, and I'm listening intently. Every time she stops to breathe, she pops another cookie into her mouth. When she picks up talking, cookie crumbs dot her lips. She's so engrossed in what she has to say that she's confused when the packet finishes, even accusing me of taking some while she wasn't looking. I lean up to kiss the crumbs off her lips: the only taste of those cookies I'm ever treated to.
She's groaning, laying out across the sofa, belly rising proud above her, absolutely stuffed. She overdid it on dessert, but she's still sucking chocolate from her fingers. There's a ring of chocolate sauce around her lips, but she's managed to return the lips themselves to their natural pink colour, by diligently licking them clean after her fingers.
Tucked away under the duvet, I watch her in dimming light as her lips begin to part, a gentle snore barely audible from my position. I close my eyes and snuggle up to her; my favourite place next to my beautiful girl.
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fckingsofthips 2 months
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In Between
Ummmm dog boy stuff. Bit of degradation? Being treated like a plaything. Hopefully that covers it. I don't know what to tag or describe this as I just literally can't get this scene out of my head when my girlfriend fucks me.
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I'm laying over your lap, licking donut icing off my fingers while you rub my gurgling tummy, when your friend arrives. You'd told her you had a pet, but she wasn't expecting me.
"Sit up," you tell me, and I obey, hoping for another treat.
You stroke my love handles and gesture for your friend to sit down next to you on the sofa.
"How've you been? It's been too long," you're saying to her, but she's staring at me, eyes flicking down repeatedly to my belly. You realise where her attention is. "It's okay, he doesn't bite. Here, let him sit in your lap, he's super docile. Doesn't fidget or anything."
"Um... sure," she says, and you pass me over to her.
I lean back into her, making sure she can reach my head and my tummy if she wants to stroke me. She makes a huff of strain when my butt lands on her, and she places her hands on my hips, just where my too-small t-shirt comes down to.
"He's, um, really heavy. Are they meant to get this big?"
"Sure, he's clearly happy, look at him," you reach over and pat my belly, jiggling it. I whimper as the movement disturbs my digestion, but I'm smiling at the attention. I love being played with.
"Are you sure you're not feeding him too much? He's so much larger than any pet I've seen."
My mouth waters as she says this, thinking of all the treats I hope to get fed next. You're the best owner, and never ever let me get hungry.
"Don't be silly. His diet's perfectly fine, he just got a little chubby because he has bad knees and doesn't get to walk very far. Anyway, I think he's much cuter with a big round belly. Give it a stroke, isn't he soft?"
I whine hearing you praise me. Your friend reaches further around me and strokes my belly.
"And, he's so cute when you play with his chest. Go on, grab him and see what he does."
She reaches a hand up and cups one of my breasts, running her thumb over the nipple. I whimper and writhe, pushing back more into her lap. She lets out a delighted laugh at my reaction.
"You're right, he sure is cute. I don't know how you have him on your lap all day though, he's killing my legs." She slaps the side of my thigh. "Off now, be a good boy."
I rush to do as I'm told, sliding off her knee and sitting between you and her on the sofa.
"Good boy," you say, and as I preen, you pull out another donut for me to gobble. "This is to keep you quiet while we talk now, okay?"
I nod and tuck in, entering my own world as you and your friend catch up on either side of me. As the afternoon goes on, and you bring more treats to my lips, her hands find their way back to my belly, petting me as she chats. When I run out of treats, she pulls me down to lay my lead on her lap and she strokes my hair and tickles my chin until I fall asleep.
I whine and pout when she starts to leave, but you provide a bar of chocolate and I quieten down.
"Until next time," she says, rubbing my tummy, but I don't look up from my food, and then she's gone.
"Weren't you a good boy for her," you coo over me, giving my belly a gentle slap. "How about we get you dinner?"
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fckingsofthips 2 months
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I'm developing a cute little crease! There's going to be a double belly in the future馃憠馃憟
This is me stuffed with homemade butter chicken and YES I did double the amount of cream in it (because it was too spicy for me and for no other reason馃構)
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fckingsofthips 2 months
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Morning After
He wakes up with groans, and soft little whimpers, a big stretch and a gurgling belly. He ate a lot last night. He ate... way too much last night.
She wakes to his noises and shuffling, drawn into consciousness by him. Her hand reaches out for him, pausing at the crest of his hip, stroking down to his navel.
He shivers under her touch.
She presses into the soft flesh, gropes the flab that had been taught and full the day before. She'd had no idea he held such an appetite.
He curls back into her, pressing close so her arm can reach further across him.
Her lips press into a soft shoulder, her teeth nip gently where his neck creases to the back.
He melts to her touch, humming to each stroke.
"Last night was..." he starts, unsure of himself.
"Last night was amazing," she murmurs into his skin. She pinches his belly, and asks, "What do you want for breakfast, my love?"
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fckingsofthips 2 months
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Also quick Q, does anyone else get an almost rash-like response from wearing too tight clothes? I've been finding this happening more and more frequently and I never used to get it. It's really itchy馃槶馃槶
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fckingsofthips 2 months
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I'm feeling fucking large, jesus christ
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fckingsofthips 3 months
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Me again with more yoga action shots of my tight and toned belly - can you tell I've been working my core?馃槆
Yoga gets me so in tune with my body and it just so happens that that tune is sexy
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fckingsofthips 4 months
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Have some yoga belly馃槆 important to keep your joints healthy as you grow your body馃憖
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fckingsofthips 5 months
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UMM.
So I kinda believed. That since I last put these jeans on in June. I hadn't put on any weight? I've bought a couple of new pairs of trousers for the winter, sure, and I knew I'd have to get a new winter coat because there was no way the ones from last year were going around me. But I thought that gain was all from last winter as spring, because I haven't really had much time to think about actively gaining throughout summer & autumn.
Um.
Turns out getting a primarily WHF office job and sitting on my arse snacking all day has its effects 馃槼
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