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growmydarling · 6 months
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i'll keep you stoned all the time. wake and bake, medicated syrup in your pancake feast, tokes in between. a joint while you relax, snacking and getting ready for your lazy day. munching on chips. food ordered in while we tinker around the house. i pour weed butter on your plate (do you notice?). i eat half of mine, you eat all yours then continue snacking. you chug soda due to a strangely dry mouth. you take a bong rip and absentmindedly jiggle your belly while zoning out on the patio. you read a book for a while but struggle to focus. i lick my lips seeing your unfocused gaze while you lick your fingers. dinner right after a joint is a four course meal from a recipe book i got at the library. it had something to do with green infused foods...you're high as fuck, leaned back and rubbing your thighs slowly. thinking contentedly about your stuffed belly and hoping for dessert.
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fatlazybutterfly · 1 month
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I honestly cannot remember where I read this (and please let me know if you know who it was) but the most profound thing I have ever encountered about feedism is:
“Your fear of gaining weight is your fear of losing privilege”
There is no feedism without fat liberation.
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thehungrypiggybbw · 2 months
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I need hands on my belly always ❤️
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weirdw00d · 2 months
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Sorry to this couch -- my fat ass bent your metal and warped your frame. But maybe it deserved it from how low it was and how hard it was to get up and down from 🤔
Check out my pinned to find out how you can see the extent of its destruction 🖤
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hungryhungry-himbo · 4 months
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meant to post this around thanksgiving whoops
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hungryhungrymolly · 11 months
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🫧🍦🍊orange soda + ice cream bloat!🍊🍦🫧
new 14 min clip on OF
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tubbybunnysblog · 5 months
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A stretched out gut is the best kind~
This is @silliersage’s fault they kept me eating till I couldn’t breathe.🐷
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soft-served-sapph2 · 25 days
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when a feedee is looking down at their overly stuffed belly with sleepy eyes and pouty lips 🥵
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vanillachaiwhiskey · 6 months
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get me high and dumb me down. roll me joint after joint and point out how hard it must be for me to focus on anything. what a good pet i'm being for you right now, getting rid of all my human thoughts and worries.
i can barely pay attention to anything but the sound of your voice and the feeling of you slipping your homemade brownies past my lips - brownies that i suspect but can't be sure are laced with weed, not that i mind if it gets me higher.
"what a cute, mindless pet," you say, stroking my hair. "your brain must be mush right now." you laugh. "you're so cute when you can't think. my perfect dumb pet."
and you're right. i don't need to be smart, or even to think. just be your cute brainless pet that gets bigger and fatter and cuter for you.
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es-draws · 4 months
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Imagine tilting a carton of heavy cream to an eager feedee's lips. Their hands wrapping around yours, pressing the cap even tighter to their mouth. Soft whimpers escaping between deep gulps. Fat drops appearing at the corners of their lips and trickling down their cheeks. You know it's too much, it's too fast. It's more than they can take. You begin to pull the carton back, only to feel your feedee's hands tighten around yours. Their eyes look up at you. Pleading for more. Begging you not to stop. They pull the carton back, guiding your hands even higher, pouring even more fattening mix into their swelling gut. Greedily taking even more than you ever imagined, until every last drop is gone.
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they-them-feedist · 3 months
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I feel like the phrase “butter you up” meaning “to flatter” is doubly appropriate in this community, and is more of a double entendre for us 😈
I would definitely like to butter you up in more ways than one
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hungryhungry-himbo · 6 months
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I will forever be entranced by the idea of keeping someone constantly stuffed over the period of a luxurious weekend. No break, just constant stuffing & grazing in between, they can hardly remember the weekend, only how tight and heavy they felt.
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hungryhungrymolly · 1 year
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full of soda and smiles :)
new 10 min. bloat on OF 💗
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adiproseprose · 5 months
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I love short fat women so much. Even if they don't weigh a ton, you can still tell when their weight is just too much for them, having the most frumpy, struggling, sweat wringing waddle and cellulite on their face at like 350 pounds.
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softartemisart · 6 months
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magical weight gain over the course of one working day. trying to work a customer service job as you become less and less professional, feeling yourself grow and spill out of your clothes a bit more with every customer
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tubbybunnysblog · 5 months
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The cake incident
A little story, I thought up involving me and my partners
Everyone is nonbinary so can apply to anyone!
cw for: mean nicknames, teasing and force-feeding
I whimper quietly feeling my belly slosh as I roll onto my fatty hip. my eyes flutter open as I hear my round belly gurgle there’s no way I could still be hungry, but I was. Even after the two whole pizzas, wings and sodas, you both forced down my gullet. I look over at you both as I slowly push my fat body off the bed. I creep as quietly as my wobbling body would allow towards the door. By the time I got down the stairs, I was huffing. “Oof…” I rest a hand on the bottom of my flabby belly as I brace myself up against the wall, trying to catch my breath. I wheeze as I finally finished the trek to the kitchen and grab a chair, plopping myself down in front of the fridge hearing it creak under my weight.
I reach into the fridge, trying to find something anything I felt empty I need to fill my belly. My chubby and lands on the cake we had made for a friend gathering the next day. I bite my lip I know I shouldn’t, but I needed it. “just a bite…” I look around for a knife or something close, but there was nothing and I felt too heavy to get up again so I can’t really lifted the cake up to my mouth and took a bite my face getting covered in creamy icing. I moan at the taste we had a really hard on ourselves. The flavor burst in my mouth and it made me want more so I took another bite this one bigger than the last.
I as I scarfed down, bite after bite I failed to notice someone was behind me, until I feel a large hand grip the bottom of my belly “ahh!” my face goes red as I look up, embarrassed, noticing the face of my partner E smirking down at me. “what do we have here? A disobedient piggy?” They squeeze the bottom of my belly enough to leave nail marks as they hiss in my ear. “what have I told you about getting up without permission?” they growl, grabbing my face with their other hand, making me look at them as I tried to turn away. “and what did I tell you about that cake?” they hold my chubby cheeks, making my lips pucker “that I wasn’t supposed to touch it” I whimper, feeling they’re hot breath on the tip of my nose “then why are you down here and covered in chocolate?” I tear up looking at them “b-because I got hungry…” without warning I feel a slap on my plump ass and hear the snicker of my other partner A.
I whine as it dawned on me what’s about to happen. I guess as A takes my hands and ties them behind my back. I watch them laying down in front of me pulling my night shirt down over my belly, fastening it with a belt that was so tired I could hardly breathe. I start whimper and squirm. As I hear start the blender filling it the cake he took from my hands. I start to drool A slaps my belly, making me moan and open my mouth, allowing them to slip a funnel into it. I look into their eyes seeing their sadistic pleasure. “oh, come on, sweetheart you know the rules you knew what was going to happen~” I squeal against the funnel weakly, trying to pull away despite how much I wanted it.
I feel E lean up against the back of the chair, letting me rest my head on their own growing belly. They carefully start to pour the cake shake down my throat. I could hear them hissing in my ear “drink it all down fatty” E purrs as they pour it at a steady pace. “come on honey I know you want to stretch that fat belly” A whispered in my ear as they robbed the top part of my belly, which was beginning to push up against the belt.
I grunt against the tube sickly sweet shake, dribbling onto my plump lips I was only a third of the way down, and I was already getting full. I look at them both with pleading eyes. The hem of my shirts started to roll revealing the bottom of my chubby belly. It was littered with stretch marks and hickeys. As soon as A saw it they were on their knees in front of me sucking fresh ones onto my over inflated gut. They both noticed it is starting to slow down.
E still leaned up against me gently pats the top of my belly “come on baby you can do it don’t you wanna be good? Just a little bit more and then will take you back to bed.” They carefully undo the belt, giving me some more room to breathe. I guess for air as I chug down the last bit of the shake. I hear them both giggle as E pulls out from between my lips “oh my goodness you did so good~” they kiss my chubby red cheek stroking my belly. I looked down, feeling A’s smile on the on bottom my fatty apron, as they untie me the rest of the way.
I burp loudly as they both work together to get me standing. My hands instantly shoot towards my belly as I whine quietly as they slowly help me waddle back upstairs to our bed. I lay down on my back huffing softly. They both lay on each side of me, effectively, trapping me in between them and start to rub my overfed belly, whispering praises into my ear. I slowly drift off to sleep smiling at the feeling of feeling my stomach churning as it tries to digest all of the calories that will make me even bigger.
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