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"dick" "pathetic" "moan" "pussy" "desperate" "wet" "needy" "cock"

#me :D

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Turkey Day aftermath

I made a full-sized drawing from that little sketch I did

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As you sit down to eat, you feel a familiar sensation in your stomach. It’s not hunger, but rather an insatiable desire for more food. You know you should stop, but the thought of filling your belly to the brim with delicious treats is too tempting to resist.

So you keep eating, feeling your stomach stretch and bulge with every bite. Your clothes feel tighter and you can practically feel the weight you’ve gained settling in on your hips and thighs.

But you don’t care. In fact, you revel in it. You love the feeling of being full, of being satisfied in a way that only food can provide.

As you finish your meal, you glance down at your bulging belly and let out a contented sigh. You know you’ll have to deal with the consequences of your indulgence later, but for now, you’re happy to bask in the pleasure of your gluttony.

You decide to treat yourself to something sweet for dessert, relishing the way it slides down your throat and settles heavily in your already stuffed stomach.

You know that you’ll keep gaining weight if you keep eating like this, but you can’t help it. The thought of getting bigger, softer, and more indulgent is just too enticing to resist.

#self rb

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do you think you could do a writing prompt on your former gym rat boyfriend going back to the gym. Meanwhile you double down on keeping him fat and soft

He had always been a gym rat. His life revolved around weightlifting, cardio sessions, and meticulously planning his diet. But ever since we started dating, things had taken a different turn.

I couldn't help but admire how his body had softened. Gone were the rigid abs, now replaced by a soft and inviting paunch that spilled over his waistband.

One day, he spoke about returning to the gym, determination in his eyes, and I knew I had to do something to ensure he remained the cuddly, soft man i had grown to adore.

While I admired his dedication, I couldn't help but fantasize about forcing him to gorge on calorie-laden food until he'd burst right out of those pesky gym clothes.

As he began his gym routine, I decided to play the part of the supportive girlfriend, ensuring he had everything he needed to fuel his workouts. One of my contributions was preparing his post-workout protein shakes. He always complimented me on how delicious they were.

What he didn't know was that I had a little secret ingredient – heavy cream. It was my subtle way of adding extra calories to his diet without him suspecting a thing. I'd watch him down the creamy shakes with a smile.

Aside from those shakes, I would cook meals that were calorie bombs in disguise. For instance, I'd make him "healthy" salads with extra helpings of creamy dressing and cheese, or I'd serve up what seemed like a regular portion of pasta but was actually loaded with rich Alfredo sauce and extra cheese.

I'd encourage him to have snacks between meals, always offering sweet treats and desserts. At first, he was blissfully unaware of my motives, thinking I was just a generous girlfriend who enjoyed cooking for him.

It wasn't long before his gym clothes started to betray him.

His gym shorts, once comfortably snug, were now uncomfortably tight, leaving little to the imagination. Every time he squeezed into them, or yanked at his shirt that clung desperately to his bulging belly, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that my efforts to fatten him up were working.

After each workout session, I would sit him down, his face flushed and his breath coming out in heavy pants as i lovingly tended to the deep, crimson impressions left by the unforgiving waistband of his shorts.

I'd whisper sweet words of encouragement, telling him how proud I was of his dedication, and how he deserved to treat himself.

And that's exactly what he did. Every damn time, I'd coax him into eating far more than he should, often from his favorite fast-food places. He'd end up stuffed full, his belly straining against his tight gym clothes.

He'd often glance at me with a hint of guilt, but I'd reassure him, "Don't worry, babe, you can just work it off the next time."

#gothfeedergf posts

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this is me when you guys leaves nice tags under my posts btw

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Delivery girl

The delivery girl had been making rounds in the neighborhood for a few weeks now. She would always end up at the same house, delivering food to the same person. At first, they were just like any other customer: polite, friendly, and always grateful for the food.

But after a few deliveries, the delivery girl started to notice something different about them. They seemed to be putting on weight. Their clothes looked a little tighter, their face a little rounder. The girl couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction every time she saw them growing bigger.

It wasn't until a few weeks later that the delivery girl realized she was actually looking forward to delivering food to this person. She couldn't explain why, but something about watching them eat and grow was fascinating to her.

As time went on their once-flat belly expanded into a noticeable paunch, and their love handles grew rounder and more prominent. Their thighs thickened, causing their once-loose pants to strain against their expanding frame. Even their face showed signs of their indulgence.

With each visit, she found herself subtly encouraging them to indulge in more food. She would suggest extra servings of their favorites. She would linger a little longer during her deliveries, engaging in playful banter about food and indulgence, dropping hints about how deliciously fulfilling it could be to give in to cravings.

One day, the customer asked the delivery girl if she had any recommendations for them. The girl's heart raced as she rattled off some of the most decadent and high-calorie items on the menu.

From then on, the customer ordered only the most indulgent items, and the delivery girl couldn't wait to see the results of each meal.

With each delivery, the customer's body continued to change. Their belly grew rounder and more prominent, their love handles were now spilling over the waistband of their pants and their once-lean arms carried a layer of softness that wasn't there before. Their movements became slower and more deliberate, their steps shorter and heavier, as their body weight increased.

The delivery girl couldn't get enough of it. She found herself daydreaming about the customer's growing body, fantasizing about what it would be like to see them even bigger, to witness their ever-increasing appetite and indulgence. She wondered what they could look like if she pushed them even further.

#self rb #bc i don’t feel like writing smth new

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god's strongest soldiers are my mutuals who put up with me when I let the brainrot take over and start posting like I got possessed about something they haven't even heard of yet

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*me, literally sick with want* whatever

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fat tummies in sweaters are just <333

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ceo miguel just as fat as his wallet

another thingy i did but it's just for myself so it's my selfinsert here

#uhm 👀👀👀

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Kinktober day 13: Tentacles

You slowly regain consciousness, feeling disoriented and alarmed. As your vision clears, you become acutely aware of the sensation of something coiled around your arms and legs, holding you firmly in place. The eerie dimness around you reveals that you're in some kind of shadowy chamber. The tentacle-like things glisten in the subdued light, their movements somewhat rhythmic as they gently squeeze and caress your limbs. You struggle against their grip, but they hold you fast.

They continued their unsettling but surprisingly gentle manipulation, rearranging you in a sitting position. As you sat, you couldn't help but feel how smooth and slippery their surfaces felt against your skin.

Your breath quickens as the tentacles venture between your legs, slithering upwards to reach your chest. You gasp as one of the tentacles forcefully pushes itself past your lips, it's slick surface filling your mouth. Your lips wrap around it instinctively, its pulsing rhythm now even more prominent.

A cold, creamy liquid oozed into your mouth, and it kept coming, relentlessly filling you up as you’re forced to swallow every ounce.

At first, you try to resist, but the tentacles hold you in place, their grip tightening whenever you moved. It continues pumping you full of the liquid, and with each surge, your belly swells further. You can feel the pressure building inside you as you're forced to accommodate more of the sweet, creamy substance.

With a sudden burst, your pants give away, the seams tearing apart, and you look down to find yourself significantly fatter. Your abdomen is now buried beneath layers of soft, jiggling flesh, and you could feel the weight of your plump belly resting on your lap.

The tentacles grew bolder, their relentless groping and squeezing intensifying the heat that coursed through you

At some point, the initial discomfort transformed into a greedy desire, and you begin to suck down on the thick tentacle, savoring every drop of the ice cream-like fluid. Your moans mix with the slurping sounds as you eagerly consume the tentacle's offering.

The combined sensation of your burgeoning hips and thighs, along with your ballooning belly, left you in a state of near-constant arousal.

The transformation wasn't limited to your physique; your thoughts and desires began to shift as well. You feel an insatiable hunger, your inhibitions dissolved, replaces by an overwhelming urge to constantly be pumped full of the mysterious liquid.

#feedist kinktober #ik it's not day 13 anymore im kinda late sorry :(

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you know what they say that it's never too late to wish happy birthday it's always too early happy birthday big boy

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After everyone went home, Takos brought a Birthday cake for Miguel to enjoy.

He's in his old man years now lol

#:O #they’re so cute !!

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Birthday boy

this is a fetish fic, includes feederism and weight gain stuff dni if you're not into it !!!

I am once again writing abt Miguel bc apparently it's his birthday 👀

cw: NSFW !, intox if you look closely

The atmosphere was festive as friends and family gathered to celebrate Miguel's birthday. Laughter filled the air, it was a joyous occasion, with people enjoying good company.

While he mingled with guests, he couldn't resist indulging in the food spread out on the table. It was evident as he subtly went back for seconds and thirds throughout the celebration.

After the guests had departed, and the house had quieted down, it was just the two of you. You knew that Miguel had enjoyed himself during the party, and as he sat down, you couldn't help but notice how his clothes seemed a bit tighter, his belly slightly rounder, and he appeared a bit tipsy.

You presented the leftover birthday cake, still adorned with candles, and encouraged him to sit down.

You walked over to him, a knowing smile playing on your lips as you sat down on his lap. The subtle strain in his expression didn't go unnoticed, and it was clear that he'd had his fill of indulgence during the party. You gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and leaned in, capturing his lips with yours in a sweet, lingering kiss.

Miguel's arms wrapped around you, holding you close. He sighed into the kiss, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal.

You reached for the leftover cake and flicked a dollop of frosting off its surface. Slowly, you raised your fingers to his lips, letting him suck the sweet frosting from them, a soft moan escaping his lips as he did.

With deliberate slowness, you cut a generous slice of the cake and held it up to his lips, allowing him to take a bite.

Your voice took on a sultry edge as you whispered into his ear, "You know, birthday boys like you deserve to have their cake and eat it too, all of it"

His eyes widened slightly, and he emitted a soft protest when you mentioned him having to eat the whole thing, "I don't know if I can... I'm so full already."

Despite his complaints, the cake, with its moist layers and sweet frosting, was irresistible to him, and the alcohol in his system drove him to eat well past fullness.

As he continued eating, the strain on his clothing became increasingly evident. His shirt buttons struggled to contain him, with gaps appearing between them.

His belly pushed out, pressing against your body, and he made no effort to suck it in, especially not in front of you. (not that he'd be able to anyway)

An abandoned glass of whiskey, once his during the party, sat forgotten on the table. But you weren't about to let it go to waste. You picked it up, the amber liquid shimmering in the low light, and with a grin, you guided it to Miguel's lips.

He took a sip, then another, the rich liquor warming his belly

The alcohol further lowered his inhibitions, making him more susceptible to your persuasion.

"Come on, baby," you purred when you noticed him slowing down, your fingers tracing along his soft jawline. "Just a little more. It's your special day, after all."

He picked up another slice, and as he savored the sweet treat, you took the opportunity to loosen his belt.

He let out a relieved sigh as the pressure lessened, and you could see his bulge pressing into the soft underside of his belly

As you pulled his boxers down, his cock sprang free, slapping against his tummy, swollen and glistening with precum.

"I didn't know you could get this excited over cake" you tease, running your fingers along his throbbing length.

"It's all your fault" he continued to indulge in the cake, demanding you to sit on it.

With a seductive smile, you straddled him, as his large hands lifted your dress, revealing how wet you were for him.

As you were busy positioning yourself, he went back to eating, devouring both the cake and the sight of you getting ready to slide down on his cock and giving him exactly what he wanted.

You settled onto his lap, your slick arousal meeting the tip of his hard cock before slowly lowering yourself. He moaned softly, his mouth full of the cake as he watched you sink down onto him.

Your hands found their way to his bulging belly and you unbuttoned his shirt, squeezing and kneading the plush flesh as you moved your hips, taking him deeper inside you.

He continues to devour his cake, alternating between bites and sharp thrusts, and you couldn't help but moan at the sensation of being filled by him.

As the last bite of cake vanished, so did your self-control. You rode him with abandon, his thick cock filling you completely. His hands squeezed your hips, smearing sticky frosting all over your skin as he guided you in a rhythm that sent both of you closer to the edge.

As your climax washed over you, your inner muscles clenched around his cock, milking him. He let out a deep groan, his eyes locked onto yours as he came inside you, flooding you with his warm release.

You collapsed against his plush body, your breaths coming in heavy gasps, your legs still trembling from the exertion. He wrapped his arms around you, his flushed, sweaty skin pressed against yours, and you shared an affectionate kiss. It tasted like a blend of whiskey and frosting.

Your lips parted, and you whispered, "Happy birthday, Miggy"

#*​intro to that song starts playing* #i’m actually not sure if it’s his birthday i js saw a video abt it on my fyp lol

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She loves her big guy

#im in love w ur oc T^T #they’re both so cute asdkskfs

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Thank you for the Miguel fics 🙏🙏

yw !! <33 it’s literally the only thing i wanna write abt atm lol i’m surprised ppl actually read them

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Can you write about dom!feedee Miguel plsss

of course, anonie !! i hope this is good enough :)

this is a fetish fic, includes feederism and weight gain stuff dni if you're not into it !!!

cw: kinkshaming kinda and sloppy ass sex

Empty plates were scattered on the dinner table, long forgotten as he held you securely in his lap. His strong, gentle hands stroked your hair, and he looked at you with a tired yet contented smile.

Amid his praises and thank-yous for the delicious meal, he peppered your face with small, affectionate kisses while his fingers pumped in and out of you.

He looked down, his pants no longer fitting him comfortably, the popped button serving as a humorous reminder of just how much he had eaten, or rather, how much you had fed him.

"You know," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin "I think you wanted this to happen." he chuckled. "It's your fault these pants are ruined"

Before you could defend yourself, he cuts you off, a wet, explicit sound echoes in the room as his fingers slowly slipped out of you. "And I think it's only fair..." he smoothly lifted you off his lap, gently guiding you down onto the dinner table. "...That you take responsibility for your actions."

You're soon laying on your back, spread out on the dinner table as he positions himself between your legs, his belly resting against your inner thighs.

"I’m being serious, look at what you've done to me" he gestured to his bulging belly, now pressing it slightly against your sensitive core. You couldn't help but let out a soft, needy whine, instinctively grinding against it slightly as a familiar sensation in your lower tummy began to build up, seeking more of that delicious friction.

"It's not like that, I just like taking care of you" you whine, though your words did little to convince either of you.

"Don't lie to me like that, sweetheart" he chuckled, squeezing and playing with your breasts. "You get off to this"

His hands grip the edge of the table, as he leans down, his weight causing the wood to creak beneath him.

He began trailing sloppy kisses along your neck and chest, leaving a trail of his saliva behind. Each time his fangs grazed your skin, you held your breath, yet, he remained cautious, not wanting to bite down too hard.

With skillful fingers, he slips your soaked panties off, exposing your throbbing pussy to the cool air.

His belly, firmly squished against your pussy, was now smothered with your wetness, and he couldn't resist the temptation to grab and bounce it up and down, creating friction that made you gasp and moan.

"You think i don't notice how you've desperately been trying to fatten me up?" he murmurs, his breath ragged from the overwhelming sensation of the sloshing food in his belly, serving as a reminder of how much he ate earlier.

"You've been feeding me like some kind of prized pig since we got together," his voice was filled with desire and amusement. "All those extra portions, all those sweets you sneak into my diet" he says with a knowing grin. "It's all just because it turns you on, doesn't it?" As his belly bounced and slid against your swollen clit, you couldn't hold back any longer, arching your back as you came against his soft skin, your arousal coating his belly as pleasure washed over you in powerful waves.

He lets out a soft hum of satisfaction, thoroughly enjoying the way you respond to his body. Miguel patiently waited as you gradually came down from the intense high, your chest heaving with heavy breaths

When he sensed you were ready for more, he lifted his bulging belly out of the way, pressing the eager tip of his cock against your slick entrance. "Ready to admit it, babe? You keep overfeeding me because of your little fat fetish thing"

"It’s not my fau-" you were cut off before you could even finish, his cock thrusting into you sharply as he groaned. He let go of his belly, letting it rest on top of your body. The sensation of his soft, heavy mass settling on your little frame sent waves of pleasure through you, and you couldn't help but let out a needy whimper.

"You want me huge, don't you? Just admit it" He growled, his hips slamming into yours. “Only someone as depraved as you could get turned on by that”

"Please eat more, Miggy" he taunted, mimicking what you said earlier in a playful yet mocking tone. "I just want you to be well-fed, Miggy" His thrusts matched the rhythm of his mockery.

His chain, which hung from his neck, dangled down, occasionally brushing against your skin. The cool metal links slid over your face as he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear, whispering, "You're such a dirty little thing, aren't you? Feeding your man like this, stuffing me until I can't even button my pants"

Your body reacted to Miguel's every move, clenching tightly around him, trying to hold on to the overwhelming sensation he was giving you.

His lips, so close to your ear, kept whispering about how he was getting fatter and fatter because of you, even though he was the one who couldn't resist stuffing himself every time he was around food.

Despite his words, Miguel always begged you to cook for him, and snacking between meals had also become a regular occurrence. He’d raid the pantry and fridge, and you’d often find him standing in the kitchen, a container of leftovers in one hand and a snack in the other.

You could feel him throbbing inside you and the mismatch in size only intensified the sensation.

“You like watching me eat? I- I know what you like” he groans between thrusts “You like watching me…watching me grow, get…get all fat”

“i’ll make you…make you feel so good, take good care of you, babe” as he babbles, his pace quickens. “I’ll give you…everything you want” he stammers, lost in the feeling of your warm, sopping pussy clenching around him

Your need for him was insatiable, and you wrapped your legs tightly around him, drawing him in deeper. As he continued to thrust into you, each movement sent you spiraling further into pleasure.

He picked up his pace again and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by the lewd sounds coming from you.

"M-miguel" you stuttered, tears of ecstacy forming at the corner of your eyes. Your voice trembled with need as he hit that soft spot inside you. You mewled and moaned his name over and over, your body trembling as your second climax washed over you like a tidal wave.

He groaned, the sound almost predatory, and you could feel his own release approaching. With a final thrust, he buried his cock deep inside your overworked pussy. A low moan escaped his lips as he came, pumping you full of his hot cum.

Exhausted and satiated, he slumped over you on the messy dinner table, his heavy breaths brushing against your skin. Miguel held you close as his lips sought yours for a lingering, affectionate kiss.

"Next time i'll let you stuff me until I can't move, just like you want"

#don't write about dom miguel while ovulating and listening to tokischa at the same time #I wanted to write about him being a soft dom but oh well #what can i say 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️