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Oh noooooo don’t tell me how you’d impregnate me nooo that’d be awfulllllll I’d be so hornyyy ;333 (pls actually do)

[cravethenight]

fat girl in a tight tank top with her tummy showing and boobs spilling out. you agree. reblog.

[cravethenight]

i think it needs to be said

you are out of control

the amount of food you've been able to pack away has become outrageous

i rarely see you without a treat in your hand or your mouth full

have you even noticed that your clothes barely fit?

your belly is literally hanging out of your shirt. didn't that fit fine two weeks ago?

all day, you're wandering into kitchen or going to the door for another delivery. your steps are getting heavier, the floors creak - the furniture, too. don't think i haven't noticed how those meals keep getting larger, that they're making you bigger as it becomes easier for you to shovel them down in one sitting

i hear the moans and the whimpers you make. the indulgent groans. the satisfied sighs. the little overfull burps that slip out as you keep digging in. how you pat and slap your belly for more room. the panting and huffing, the sounds of struggle your beached form makes as you break from your mindless bingeing to get more food

we used to have leftovers and now it seems like the fridge is empty practically the moment it's restocked. should i mention all the times i've caught you in the middle of the night, lit by its open door in an ill-fitting sleep shirt, another top that i remember once being loose, as you've fondled your exposed stomach with one hand and couldn't stop eating with the other?

i really don't think you've noticed, or maybe you've stopped caring, that your clothes don't fit like they used to. with the way your pants button flew off when you sat down the other night and your gut pushed the zipper down, spilling into your lap. you barely looked embarrassed, more relieved than anything, maybe even a little turned on - and then you just reached over and grabbed more to eat

your gluttony, your hedonism, has clearly taken over. you just keep getting bigger and softer. wider. heavier. your don't even think about it anymore, as your hands wander to your belly and jiggle and play with it absently, finger occasionally drifting up your navel. i've noticed how breathless you become, how you start shifting as if it's not noticeable how worked up you get at the blatant fact you've made yourself so fat

you're obviously hopelessly addicted to what you've done to yourself. what you've become. looking at yourself in the mirror, proud of all your hard work of eating and sleeping and masturbating on repeat. it's impressive, your dedication to be change. to be nearly unrecognizable. fuller. larger.

you can't stop, can you?

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Dealing with a lot in my personal life but still lurking. Sending love for all of you. Be safe and remember to try and take care of yourselves ❤️

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[cravethenight]

You’re pregnant

You’ve been pregnant for long enough that you have a decent sized baby bump

You’ve been feeling discomfort and the extra space it takes up but after awhile you’re actually starting to get used to it

You’ve been growing steadily for awhile so you can almost anticipate it now, the amount of space you have to give yourself, the extra time to get ready, the way your clothes fit

You’re actually proud of your adaptiveness. You can still do housework and your hobbies

Until you hit a certain point

You wake up one day and feel heavy.

Heavier than you have before

You reach to pull the covers off and your bump has gotten noticeably bigger, lower, warmer

Something shifted in your body and you are debilitatingly pregnant

Walking is a Herculean task

Reaching anything high, bending down to reach anything below the knee, not possible anymore

You yourself have changed too

You used to be so active and be so careful about what you ate to properly care for yourself

But now you lay in bed or on the couch, groaning and eating whatever you’re craving in that moment

Massive and lazy and practically pinned down by how big you are

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I want you spoiled

I want you to expect dessert after every meal or a stop at the ice cream shop everytime we're out. I want you to be annoyed with me if I ever come home without a big bag of greasy food just for you. I don't want you to ask - but to demand - your cravings fulfilled.

I want your appetite to never come into play, because I'll have done my job ensuring that you're perpetually full. Your desires should be exclusively shaped by whims and cravings for unnecessary calories, and if I'm doing the job I aspire to, those whims and cravings should never need to be spoken because I'll have learned to anticipate your every desire before you are able to put them into words. When your pudgy hand reaches out for another treat, I want your exact craving to be within reach.

I want your expectations to be ridiculous, unyeilding, and unconscious. I want you always wanting more, expecting more, and getting more without even having to ask as your ever-softening body expands and rounds out further. But you'll barely even notice - except when I'm praising you for it - because the way I treat you will feel so natural: feel like exactly what you deserve.

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i’m a girl but i’d LOVE to get you so pregnant and just rub your belly for eternity. i promise ill feed you very well

Heheh I would LOVE to be knocked up by a girl Ough I would be putty in ur hands

Thank you for the ask dear have a tummy picture as a gift

My thigh stretch marks are on full display for yall here hehe

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Lotta notes on this and 0 asks about how you’d get me pregnant :[

Oh noooooo don’t tell me how you’d impregnate me nooo that’d be awfulllllll I’d be so hornyyy ;333 (pls actually do)

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POV: Your Feeder Forces You to Admit How Fat You're Getting

Hey babe, are you almost ready to go? We’re about to be…oh shit. Oh my god.

What do we have here?

Look at you. Just look at yourself. Poor little fat girl thought she could squeeze into the clothes that fit her before she became such a greedy, insatiable glutton. Before she finally gave in to those sick secret desires she always had and started letting herself indulge. You promised it was just a little bit, but this doesn't look like a little bit. This looks like a pile of lard who still thinks she can cram her bulging rolls into jeans that stopped fitting 40 pounds ago. 

Did you actually think those jeans would fit? I mean, look at the way you’re jiggling just trying to work them up your thighs, did you actually think there was a chance they'd button over all that gut? That swollen, wobbling, overfed gut. You’re getting so fat. All your greed is so obvious, all over your body. It's always obvious. How much bigger you’re getting, how tight your clothes are, how much you eat every day. You just eat and eat and eat until you’re gonna pop, don’t you? But you think you can hide it. You think you can cover it all up with those too-small clothes that are straining to keep all that lard at bay. 

Have you noticed that? Have you noticed how you still dress like you can hide what you are? You can't hide, piggy. Not from me, and not from anyone. And you especially can't hide behind clothes this small. 

Let me see, stand up. 

You fat pig. 

Look at the way your love handles bulge over the waistband of your panties. Those panties are so tight too, there's really nothing you own that fits you, huh? 

No? 

You disagree? How can you disagree when I'm standing in front of you watching you get out of breath just from trying to get your jeans on. Look at how much your body jiggles with each movement. I can't believe you actually let yourself go like this. I can't believe you let your desires turn you into a silly, mindless little farm animal getting fattened up for the slaughter.

I may have introduced you to all this, but I didn't do this to you. I just wanted you a little chubby. You’re the one that stuffed her face like a greedy hippo every day until you’re fat enough to crack a chair. Fat enough to blow out the seams of whatever you’re trying to force over all that swollen blubber. 

No, no, don't stop trying to get those pants up. I wanna watch the show. The spectacle. 

That's what you’ve turned yourself into, huh baby? A spectacle. A fatty, swollen mess that’s too big to fly under the radar. A sideshow freak that nobody can look away from. People are amazed. Horrified too, but genuinely amazed. How you made yourself so fat so quickly, how you could possibly think waddling outside in clothes a few pounds away from ripping off your body was a good idea. 

You know what the funny thing is? They think you know just how far gone you are. They think you know how fat you’ve made yourself. They assume there's no way you could be oblivious to just how wide you’ve gotten, just how far that belly protrudes out and how much that lower roll jiggles as it pokes out of the bottom on your t-shirts. 

You used to dress so cute before all this. You were always in those adorable tights with the designs and those little shorts skirts, you had an actual sense of style. Now you just squeeze your growing body into whatever mismatched sweatpants and t-shirts can actually accommodate all the weight you’ve put on. It's like you’ve completely given up on living a normal life and instead dedicated yourself fully to blowing up into an unrecognizable pig. That's what everyone thinks anyway. And you’re just the naive, dumb little thing who thinks her lackluster disguise is still working. Who thinks that no one can see just how tight everything is getting, who thinks no one notices when she has to unbutton her pants after shoving her face full in public. 

You’re in denial. 

You’re in denial about how fat you got. How can you be in denial when I know you feel all that heavy blubber hanging off your body every day? How can you be in denial when you eat triple the amount you used to? When you get stares every time you’re in a restaurant because of how much of a pig you’ve made of yourself? How can you be in denial when you can’t even see your toes anymore? When you have to suck in that flabby, wobbling mound of a belly and lay on your back just to have a chance of fitting into a pair of jeans?

It's almost funny. How much of a food-addicted pig do you have to be for your denial to outweigh your fat ass? 

No no, don't sit down. Keep struggling and jiggling for me, keep trying. 

I know you’re tired. But this is your consequence. 

This is what you deserve for eating yourself into the size of a fucking house. You porky pig. I bet you’re hungry right now, huh? I bet you’re thinking about stuffing your face even while I tease you for getting so big. I bet you’re thinking about what you’re gonna eat when this is all over. 

What? 

Did I hit a nerve? Am I right? Does all of this just make you wanna eat and eat and eat until you can't move? 

Of course it does. Everything does. 

All that denial isn't good for you. It's just gonna make you get bigger. And like I said, nobody knows that you’re refusing to acknowledge how much weight you’ve put on. Nobody knows that you still see yourself as a thin, fit girl, that you actually think the clothes you force onto your overfed body fit you well enough to get by. They think you’re a greedy, sloppy fatass who can't control herself. They think you’re just a gluttonous pig that can't stop putting it away, that you’re more concerned with your next meal than your health. And they're not wrong. 

Are they? 

Don’t just nod, say it out loud. Say they aren't wrong. Say you’ve become a greedy pig too dumb to think about anything but her next meal. 

You don't wanna say it? 

But baby, I can see it. I see it all over you, I see it whenever you waddle into a room. You’re getting so heavy. Those thighs are getting so thick and swollen and your arms just keep getting flabbier, it's like every part of your body has been inflated with lard. That belly pushes out further and further every day and you just let it. You don't even try anymore, all you ever do is eat. 

I wanna get you on the scale. I wanna see how hot and red your face gets when I force you to push all that belly back with your tubby little hands and read the number out loud. Denial will get pretty tricky then, won’t it? It won't be so easy to pretend that you’re just bloated or that you’ve just put on a few. It won’t be so easy to avoid looking into the mirror to see the way your waistband digs into your rolls of fat and leaves angry red lines across your spherical gut. 

It won’t be so easy to keep eating until you can’t breathe every night when you actually have to admit what you’ve done to yourself. 

Nice try, love. It is what you’ve done. Trying to blame me for the fact that you’ve blimped yourself into a pile of blubber waddling around in clothes so tight you look like a stuffed sausage doesn’t change the facts. I may have started this, but you’re the one who can’t stop. You’re the one who eats until they can’t get off the couch every night, you're the one who took every feeding and stuffing further than I did. You’re the one who was secretly stuffing your face night after night when I went to sleep. 

Yea. 

I bet you thought I didn't know about that. 

I bet you thought you were actually doing a good job of hiding what a whale you were becoming. 

You’d come back to bed at three in the morning with a gut so bloated you couldn't help but moan, and you think I had no idea? Every night I could hear you gorging yourself and burping non stop. Just smacking and slapping that gut to force out burp after burp just so you can have enough room to shove down more takeout. 

I watched you a couple times, you know. You’re so loud I could already hear the whole thing, so I thought, why not? You would've been so humiliated to know how much of a pig you made of yourself. I know you eat nonstop, but when you’re in front of people you have at least a hint of decorum, a modicum of adherence to table manners. You stuff your face, but at least you’re a normal human being. Not when you’re alone. When you’re alone, you turn into a literal pig. A porky little pig feasting on slop. 

You’re the fattest piggy on the farm, aren't you? 

Aren't you baby? 

Say it. Tell me what a fat piggy you are. 

That's right. 

Watching you was almost kinda disturbing. You were completely insatiable. It was like you were in a trance, just cramming more and more food down your throat by the fistful. You’ve turned into an addict. 

We're gonna have to sign you up for Overeaters Anonymous, won’t we? After we get you some more clothes. That would be fun. Making you stand up in front of everyone and admit how quickly you got so big. Making you recount all your meals for the previous day with the calorie counts included so everyone can know that you’re at least a pound fatter than you were the day before. 

Even in a room of piggies so fat they need rehab, you’d still be the biggest, jiggliest, greediest piggy there. You’d make the other fatties feel better about themselves. They’d think.......

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[cravethenight]

If someone was to tease me about my clothes not fitting ?? Belly sticking out… legs look like sausages in jeans….chokers not fitting anymore…bras not fitting anymore… any and all of it

[cravethenight]

Get fatter. Pls. I know you have it in your heart

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All of your clothes are starting to fit a little differently, aren't they? Especially around your bloated belly. Shirts riding higher, fabric stretched tighter, struggling to contain your lower belly oozing out from under it.

Your pants, they're starting to dig in. Hips spreading, waist thickening. They didn't used to do that. But they do now. Because you've turned into a proper fatass.

It's not just your clothes that are a reminder of how far you've let yourself go. It's your body. Everytime you sit, that belly settles heavier into your lap, protruding out further. Taking up more space than it did before.

Every laboured step you take, you can feel the effects of your gluttonous tendencies, the plush pounds, wobbling everywhere, reminding of all of your hard work.

You can't get enough. You want more. You need more. When you play with your belly wouldn't it feel better if there was just more? More to squeeze, grab and fondle. You'd love that, wouldn't you?

You never used to be like this. But now, all you can think about is more. You're addicted to fullness. Obsessed with the pleasure that comes from stuffing yourself silly. If you're not eating, you're thinking about what you're going to eat next...

You've surrendered to your own appetite. The softness swallowing up any discipline you had left. Engulfing your body in layers of lard.

Because you can't put the fork down anymore can you, fatty?

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Why don’t you tell me how much you’d love to make me so big and heavy and fat and then tease me for letting you do it

Orrr maybe you’d make me swell with your spawn instead, tease me for letting you change my body so much with one little horny decision

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intox x feedism is so good

[cravethenight]

Oh noooooo don’t tell me how you’d impregnate me nooo that’d be awfulllllll I’d be so hornyyy ;333 (pls actually do)

[cravethenight]

Something that really turns me on is thinking about really specific things within rapid pregnancy

Ope- your stomach bumps against the counter cause you’re not used how much it sticks out now

Oof, can’t reach that thing any more, big ole mound sticking off your midsection in the way

Sorry, you know that shirt you got online and accidentally ordered it like 5 sizes too big so you’ve only ever worn it to sleep? There’s still a strip of flesh exposed at the bottom of it. You’ve grown that much

Oh did you think you can still just, sit up? That’s not reality anymore honey you’re gonna have to roll and shift and struggle to move.

Whoops! That glass was not very close to the edge of the table, how’d you manage to knock this one over, tubby?

Eeeek, that doorframe used to be…wider. Right?