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Big busty fat bartender woman who serves only the most calorically dense drinks

She's so hefty and charming, people can't help but keep coming back to spend time around her, so of course they have to get more and more drinks which bloat and fatten their bellies with each visit to her bar, each patron hoping to look round and bloated enough to earn a belly pat or cheek kiss from the lusty busty bar tender who loves watching them all swell for her approval~

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In love with these overknee socks 😍😍

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Do you like blueberries?

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Before and after feeder stuffed me silly 🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦💦

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Reunited with my very favorite pervert ❤️

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you were eager to see your friend, it had been almost year since the two of you had met in person and you couldn't wait to finally see them again. quarantine had kept you apart in different states, and you decided that the best place for you to meet up was at a restaurant in town near their apartment. it was an all you can eat type place, one that you knew your friend would love.

you sat at the booth and waited, idly drinking from the soda your waiter had already brought. you looked up to your name being called, and almost choked on your drink. it was your friend, alright, but they had definitely....changed. you shook your head in disbelief, opening your eyes to confirm that yes, that was your old friend standing in front of you. in front of you, in shorts that were downright obscene, cutting into a heavy belly that was even more pronounced due to an incredibly tight belt, with a shirt that definitely wasn't meant to be a crop top, but couldn't help but be one with the way it barely fell to their last rib, leaving a large amount of smooth flesh exposed. they grinned at you, their rosy cheeks bulging in the most adorable way, and you just sat in silence as they pulled themself into the booth, grunting at the tight fit the table caused; you could only watch as they had to push the table towards you to make room, and a small layer of fat still rested on the counter.

you knew they had always been a little bit on the heavier side, always softer in places you weren't, but this? you had a fleeting thought of what their belly would feel like beneath your fingers, their soft, plush body malleable under your hands. it went away when they asked if you were ready to get some food, and you nodded, standing up with them. you licked your lips as you watch them pull themself back out of the booth, sucking in their belly to scoot out of the seat, only to exhale and let it all fill out again. you could see their belly jiggle and move as they walked, each step causing their beautiful thighs to shake.

after their fourth place, you had to resist the urge to gasp and shift in your seat, as they once again came back over to your booth, squeezing themself into the tight space that had become and increasingly bigger struggle each time they waddled over. you weren't sure just how much they had shoved into their mouth, but it had been enough for the two of you, definitely. they brought back plates two at a time now, filled to the brim with creamy mashed potatoes and perfectly cooked steak, pasta, fried chicken, whatever they could fit on the plate. after your second plate, you had to stop just so you could watch in fascination as they kept eating, seemingly with no end in sight.

you almost came then and there when they looked up at you after their seventh plate and quietly asked if you could go up and get them dessert. you barely caught the end of their sentence, but your ears went blood red as you heard them say, "im so full...i can't move right now..." you did as asked, blushing the whole time as you filled the plate up with brownies, cookies, buttery rolls, chocolate covered strawberries and marshmallows, cheesecake bites and chocolate cake. with a last second thought, you grabbed a bowl and filled it to the brim with ice cream, covering it in whipped cream and all the topping they offered. you brought the plate back over to the table and watched the surprise bloom on your friend's flushed face, and your eyes dropped to where you could see their belt open and shorts unbuttoned, revealing their full, stuffed belly on striking display. they took the plate and began to eat slowly, letting out a whimper that went straight to your core.

by the time they had finished, they were practically falling asleep with the blissful pleasure of being full. they were leaned back against the seat, their belly pressed against the table even as it was pushed towards you, one hand absentmindedly rubbing their belly. you put the tip on the table and made to stand, freezing in place when you heard your friend mumble, "give me a minute, please? i don't think i can get up right now...."

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i’ll be honest with you, babe. i’ve been having a fantasy of you, dreams of how to get you bigger, softer, fatter.

i’d start off by inviting our friends over for dinner, telling everyone to bring their own special, signature dish. i’d cook plenty of food too, rich and heavy foods that melt in your mouth, and i’d send you out to get desserts, knowing you won’t be able to resist getting some to snack on as you make your way home. 

i’d let you sample each dish i prepare, making sure you’re already comfortably full and content by the time dinner rolls around, when the first guests start to show up. i’d make sure you greet everyone, wearing that cute little outfit that definitely fit you better 10 pounds ago. i know that you love seeing everyone glance down at your belly, up at your softened face, and know that you like it, you like being bigger. 

when everyone is ready, i’d sit us all down at the table and start piling food onto plates, making sure to fill yours up even more. when everyone is eating, i’d sit down next to you and watch you eat, knowing how much you’re enjoying yourself as you stuff all that delicious food into your mouth, not caring who sees. when you’ve finished your first plate, i push mine in front of you while i make you a third, and all it would take is once glance around the table to know everyone is appreciating watching you eat.

eventually, you’d slow down, maybe on your fourth or fifth plate, and your belly is aching for someone to rub it, to massage away the discomfort from being overly full. but there’s still a part of you that wants to keep eating, that can’t resist at the decadent food placed in front of you. i’d give you what you wanted, settling you between my thighs as i massage that round, taut belly, while you try  and reach for more food. it puts pressure on that belly, and you whimper, falling back against my chest, but that’s not a problem. our friends want to help you out, too. 

one of them would bring over a plate full of cream mashed potatoes and gravy, another a bowl of thick mac and cheese, there’s steak on the plate in the hands of someone else, plates and plates of different food all surrounding you as they each offer you up a bite of it. you would let them feed you, moaning around each forkful of food that gets put in your mouth, your eyes slipping close in the pleasure. i’d still be rubbing on your belly, feeling the way it fills up even more, stretching to accommodate all the extra food being stuffed into it, my hands rubbing to make room for more. 

some of our friends would come over to observe your belly too, poking and rubbing and running their hands across it, smiling at the obvious pleasure it brings you. the ones feeding you would compliment you, telling you how well you’re taking all that food, how beautifully you’re filling out, how heavy you’re getting. now you’d have more than just my hands massaging your overfed belly, your hips making aborted movements to seek friction. 

once you’ve well and truly reached past your limits, they’d stop feeding you and put the plates down, everyone’s now empty hands coming to appreciate their work. you’d stay leaned against, pushing your heavy belly out even further. it would be so round, like a perfect globe, and you’d barely be coherent enough to accept their compliments, too blissed out from being stuffed full and fat. 

some of them would tease you, tugging on the clothes we’d pulled up or unbuttoned, trying in vain to get you back into a proper state of dress, but that big belly would prevent it. they’d tell you those clothes are never going to fit again, not after tonight, and you’d let out a moan in agreement, half-lidded eyes barely registering the shirt that’s been pushed up to your chest, or the jeans that were unbuttoned halfway through, the flaps hidden under that soft belly. 

slowly, they’d all start to leave, giving your belly once last pat, touch, caress or kiss of appreciation. i’d watch in amusement as you squirmed and whimpered, searching for more touch, more pleasure, anything on that belly. when everyone leaves, i’d help you up, carrying you to the bedroom, where i could thoroughly appreciate all their hardwork. 

#text #<3 #i NEED 2 be in a group of feeders worshipping a feedee

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a princess who’s a bit overindulgent, and a maid who is absolutely smitten with her. 

- the princess having zero shame in showing off the fact her corset just isn’t fitting and could you please help me lace it up, madam? while her handmaiden is trying form a coherent sentence, blushing bright red. the handmaiden trying in vain to lace up the corset, while also trying not to admire how plush the princess’ sides are. 

- the princess getting undressed in front of the handmaiden like its nothing special, while the handmaiden is Absolutely Not Staring at her belly and hips, taking in every curve. and the maiden definitely does Not let out a noise when the princess smiles at her and asks if she sees something she likes. 

- the princess having a decadent dinner with visiting royalty, and coming back to her room stuffed and achy in her tight dress. her handmaiden rushing over to help her out of the dress and into something more comfortable, stopping in her tracks when the princess moans out a request for her to rub her belly, because she’s just so full. 

- the maiden rubbing her belly, never one to deny her princess anything, and becoming mesmerized as she tries to memorize every inch of her princess’ body. fingers tracing silvery and pink stretch marks, hands splaying over red indents where her corset and dress had dug into her body, squeezing gently into soft love handles. 

- that becoming a daily ritual for them, while the princess requests it with an easy flick of the wrist, the handmaiden is still a blushing mess every time she crawls onto the princess’ lap, straddling her waist, to massage her belly. all the princess has to say is a quick your hands feel nice to have the maiden blushing a deep red, ducking her face down. 

- the princess not having it with her adorable handmaiden ignoring her advances, and takes advantage of their positions during a massage session, gripping her maiden’s waist and flipping them over so she was the one straddling her handmaiden. the maiden’s eyes automatically falling to where the princess’ belly hangs down a bit and touches the maiden’s own flat stomach, and the princess takes the opportunity to kiss her. 

- makeout sessions and belly rubs becomes a common occurrence between the two, as do mornings where the princess gives her maiden The Look, requesting in a not-so-innocent manner for the maiden to feed her the meal she’d brought up. the princess pulling the giggling maiden into her lap as she spoons food into the princess’ mouth, kissing her intermittently.

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chubby rockstars? chubby rockstars.

- tight outfits that really show off their new belly, especially when the set calls for leather. the clothing department having to find new clothes each show because their clothes are seemingly always getting tighter.

- indulging in a little too much beer and food when they go out, having to take photos with fans in that state, their belly round and pressed against their tight shirt.

- stripping off their shirt in the middle of concerts, yes please? fans cheering louder when they take their shirts off, ogling that belly of theirs. 

- their bandmates taking bets on whether or not they’ll be able to finish all that food, and using the extra money they win off the bets to buy even more food. 

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look at you, baby. so full that you can't even touch yourself, can you? i bet you wanted to, the whole time you were stuffing yourself, every time you took a bite you were craving the feeling of your hand on yourself. but you didn't, did you? you probably wanted to wait until you physically couldn't anymore, to test your own limits, right? which came first, the overwhelming need for release, or your belly being so full you couldn't swallow another bite? how long did it take you to realize you were too full to even attempt to touch yourself, that any little movement would send an ache through your belly? did you enjoy the thought of being pinned to your seat, unable to touch yourself because of your own gluttony? let me take care of that, for you, im sure you're just desperate for release at this point.

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aw, you're full? that's cute. maybe you should've thought about that before you went and stuffed your greedy little mouth full of that whole pie i just made. maybe if you had a modicum of self-restraint you wouldn't be so full now, would you? if you're so greedy, you're gonna have to finish these other two pies i made, since you obviously can't control yourself in front of food. you're such a fatass, are you seriously drooling right now? does the idea of being so full that you can't even stand up, literally being pinned to your chair by your own gluttony, get you turned on? you're gonna eat all this, and you're gonna like it, i'll be the judge of when you're "full." if you still have room to suck in, you're not full. maybe next time you'll think twice before touching what isn't yours. or maybe you'll eat it just because you're that fucking greedy that you can't help yourself, and you know you'll just get more food as a punishment, won't you?

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[raspbeppie]

you know the rules. you don’t get to come until i’ve finished all my food. i want you to sit here and watch me eat all this food, unable to touch yourself or get off at all. if you’ve followed my rules, maybe i’ll let you cum by the end of the night. if you decide to break my rules, i won’t let you come and you’ll have to sit and watch me get myself off, and you won’t get to touch, understand? once i’m full and satisfied, i’ll let you use my leg to get off, but you have to wait for me to cum first, okay baby? can you do that? i’d hate to have to cut my stuffing short because you can’t behave. you want me nice and fat don’t you? then sit there and behave like a good little baby.

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tis the season to gain weight.

that diet of yours was going great back in....september? you were slim, down 30 pounds, and look what happened to you. october came around and you told yourself you could have just one cheat day, right? except one led to two which led to three and then you swore you'd get back on your diet after halloween, a couple pounds could be shed quick.

but then november hit and you kept making excuses on why you weren't going to the gym as often, why you slept in through your usual morning runs and ate a late breakfast instead. you said once you had all the shopping done for thanksgiving you'd hit the treadmill, but then you couldn't stop sampling all the desserts you made and then wonder why those jeans you bought back in august won't zip up anymore.

at the beginning of december you decided it was finally time to get back on track with your diet, except you couldn't run down the block without having to stop for air, and that's if you could even manage to get your running outfit on. so you said you'd go get new exercise clothes, but you didn't and instead you picked up a cake and decided to treat yourself. and you thought there's no way anyone could blame you for slacking when all the christmas candy looked so good, and you put everyone to shame at the dinner table on christmas day when you finished off seconds, thirds, and fourths before you started to pant. what did it take, six plate fulls before you couldn't stand up, pinned under your own fat? and those jeans you swore were saved for your "fat" days didn't last past your third plate of dessert, but you didn't care, did you?

now its new years eve and you've put back on those thirty pounds you worked so hard to lose, plus 20 pounds extra, for good measure. i wonder how heavy you'll be this time next year.

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