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alternative-ffa · 7 months
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Your breath labored. Your stomach so bloated and full, you can almost feel the food in your throat. Trapped in the industrial recliner in your living room, you can feel the fat of your sides spilling over the armrests. You fit in it perfectly a few months ago... what happened?
Your gluttony took over. Consumed with boredom, you ate. You didn't care what your neighbors thought when every single meal you consumed was delivered. With the amount of food you've been getting, your house was becoming a hub of food drop-offs.
Reaching your hands down around your belly, you knew you had to massage yourself to help you digest. So you firmly rub the bloated pile of fat that is your stomach - then a loud belch erupts. You moan with relief that you have more room now.
But then you're tempted... there is still more food to eat. Another burp comes up; almost instructing you to pick up the fork again.
The excess fat enveloping your body jiggles and settles as you reach towards the folding tray with the rest of your afternoon snack.
You glance over - the TV is off, and it might as well be a mirror. You look at yourself. A belly that spills down over your knees, the new rolls of fat that make up your body, the angry red stretch marks that spread across your fat like many rivers. You're transfixed by the reflection. Your face is so fat, you don't recognize yourself. But instead of disgust, you feel pride. Existing as a pile of lard suits you.
In the reflection, you can see that you're already covered in crumbs and sauce, so you dive into one of the plates with reckless abandon. No fork needed. You almost wanted your hands messy - grabbing frosted pastries and shoveling them as fast as you could into your mouth. No wonder you were outgrowing your chair. This binging was now a multiple-times-a-day occurrence.
You're licking the plate, desperate for every calorie. Your eyes look towards the TV again - you want to watch yourself eat.  You see the gluttonous freak you've become. A blur of cream colored flesh; rolls of fat spilling over the armrests. Gigantic breasts melded into side rolls that pushed your obese arms away from your torso. Groaning in pleasure, you wish you could reach your dick. It was throbbing beneath the fat of your groin and belly. You try to jiggle the bottom of your belly. It usually helps to stimulate you - but you're so stuffed that even a jiggle makes you feel slightly nauseous.
A noise of annoyance escapes from your sauce covered lips. Now you have to choose: stop eating so you can jiggle your fat to stimulate yourself to climax? Or continue to throb with desire as you force the food down your gullet, knowing with every bite, you're getting fatter?
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dionysianchub · 6 months
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I've had this ongoing fantasy of being my office's communal pet pig. Everyone's blubbered up little toy to fatten, play with, and abuse to get their stress out and get through the day.
In the mornings come the sweets. Donuts, muffins, scones, and every sticky, sugary breakfast treat that can be carried in those familiar pink boxes gets delivered to my desk. People take turns shoving a few pastries in my mouth before wiping the sticky mess from their fingers onto my too-tight shirt, a couple of them give my belly a few firm slaps before heading to their desk to work. A few stay behind to watch me paw through the pastries, gorging myself as my chair creaks weakly as it struggles to support my growing weight. They have a betting pool going to see how much longer it can hold out.
At lunch time they come by with the unwanted scraps of their own meals, a few committed individuals packing full lunches just for the office pig. They marvel at my gluttony, treating me like the human garbage disposal I am, and watching in mixed pleasure and disgust as I eat everything they give me through heavy breaths and muffled burps. "Good job, fatass." they say, grabbing and shaking one of my overflowing rolls and watching my fat body ripple from the motion. A stray button flies off my shirt, and the person feeding me starts fingering the newly exposed gap in the fabric, prodding my plush blubber as they shove another large bite of food down my throat.
At the end of the day I'm waddling to get to my car, painfully stuffed and aroused from being used as everyone's tubby stress ball all day long, clothing barely hanging on, stretched over the too-full belly now hanging out the bottom of my shrinking shirt. And it's only Wednesday.
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growmydarling · 1 year
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I want you obsessed with feeling heavy and full. I want you stroking the underside of your tummy & thinking of being Mommy's good, growing slut. Make me proud. Show me how much you can gorge, show me how much bigger your ass is getting. Grow for me my love. 💚
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darkfantasyfeedee · 1 year
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sooo damn bloated 💦🤤
Full bloating & burping clip on my Onlifatz 💦
Or get my Dropbox Link for a 5 euro Donation (or more if u like to spoil me) xoxo
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quiverdream · 4 months
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what, THIS “best fat pig in show” blue ribbon that I’m casually trying to slip around your neck (pretend medal emoji is stand-in for blue ribbon)? Nah, it’s DEFINITELY not a cursed object that fattens the wearer during meals and increases appetite 🫢 would I do that to you??
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burstingwithbellies · 6 months
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Thinking about an obese person, readying themselves for their weight loss journey but then spontaneously getting pregnant, losing all progress, and getting so much fatter, much to their dissatisfaction.
They’ve been fat practically their whole life, ever since they were a child too, and it was time for a change before it could become too late.
They needed to do this. Everyone encouraged them to get this done, their doctor had especially pushed for this, and they had all the support.
Except from their partner who was steaming at the thought of even an inch of their partner’s perfect body being etched away. So, they came up with a devious plan.
The once-feeder/lover got them pregnant, forcing them to stop their diet and exercise before it could even start.
This disappoints all their friends, family, and doctors and adds a new kind of unbearable weight on the fatty. The unshakeable weight of shame.
Their worst fears soon become realized. They become overgrown with fat, even more exaggerated than before. Their folds expand and pour out all their facets, like a fountain. You can hear the new growth; their floorboards become squeaker, you hear their labored breaths, the chafing of their thighs and their meat slapping together, and the straining of their shrinking clothes.
And they quickly lose their ability to walk. They become glued to their couch which they gradually begin to engulf with their ass.
“You did this to me…” He growls as his skin stretches, the marks on his growing belly become as angry as him.
When he couldn’t think he could get bigger, he did.
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adiproseprose · 5 months
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man the thought of tipping an absolutely massive butterball over is just so hot, watching as they awkwardly teeter along before crashing down to the floor, wriggling and struggling to right themselves
ughhhh god yes, that excess pinning a larder down wherever they sit until you say otherwise, the struggle is real and it is so fucking hot
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idle-minded-sucks · 1 year
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Some more fantasy fats. A gnome and her dreamy dwarf waifu, and a drow.
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asmoreous · 8 months
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You come home from a long day at work. Your boyfriend got home earlier then you, and you wanted to treat him to surprise takeout. But when you walk through the door, you see he’s already treated himself, and then some.
He’s sitting in his favorite chair, and has clearly absolutely gorged himself. McDonald’s wrappers and soda cans litter the floor around him. His huge dome of a gut rises up above him, wobbling and swelling with each labored breath. He’s just waking up from his food induced nap, and, despite feeling like you wasted your money. you can’t help but fall in love with his chubbier cheeks, his softer arms, and especially his round, soft, heavy belly, full to bursting. And after a bit of the usual chat, the how’s it going and what did you do at works, you find out that you didn’t waste money whatsoever.
“Hey babe? Can I have some of your food? I’m kinda hungry.”
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thepiggygirls · 4 months
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Lately I've been having a really intense craving for pasta 😩 but not just any pasta I need an incredibly creamy one with a shocking artery clogging amount of cheese and perhaps some crispy deep fried bacon in it too 🤤 if this was in front of me I'd be afraid of the consequences as im afraid id have no limit to how much I could put inside me 😅😳
Remy
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sterekchub · 10 months
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20+ Prompts and Pairings - Tagged in the A03 Summary Chubtober & Chub Christmas:  Various Pairs: Force-Feeding: fat!Derek/Stiles/Chris Eager to Assist: Fat!Peter/Stiles The Deputies: Fat!Parrish/Fat!Derek/Sherrif Stripper: Fat!Derek/Chris Streamer: You/Fat Derek
Fat!Jackson Le Grande Boulangerie Fat!Scott and Fat!Stiles and Feeder Derek Frat Pigs:  Fat Slobs 1 & 2 
Sterek Mutual Gaining Gluttony Demon Feeder to Feedee
Feeder!Derek & Fat Stiles: Helping Him Grow Too Fat too F**K An Alpha’s Mate Personal Trainer Outgrowing the Office Buurp Sugar Baby Stiles’ Gains (5 Different Prompts) ERR MAX WEIGHT Fattest Intern Ceo’s Boyfriend  Santa’s Fat Elf Pushy:  Date Night
Feeder!Stiles & Fat Derek:  Grease & Gains Favorite Customer Pear Shaped Your Highness  Feeder For Hire Fast Food Addict Sabotage  Cafe Claudia: Derek develops quite the taste for Stiles’s baked goods. WIP with @chubby-derek-and-friends A Hefty Hale (9 different prompts) Eat More Than you Can Carry Biggest Cow in the Barn Barnyard Ready 
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