starryeyedmagic

[starryeyedmagic]

[starryeyedmagic]

My posts on tumblr : I'm gonna tie you up, and feed you until you can't help but whimper and moan. Pinned down by your own fat and uncontrollable gluttony.

In real life: oh my god your belly is so adorable. Can I please kiss it and use it as a pillow. Here try these cookies I made, let me know if you like them.

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I think body worship goes in hand with soft feedism, admiring and loving their bigger body, gently tracing with my fingertips the new and old stretchmarks while I whisper how ravishing and lovely they look, giving their belly a gentle squeeze and kneading softly, just soft intimacy. Even if they are not gaining weight, I would love to shower them in love and compliments because they exist and are pretty

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Keeping him so packed full of food/in a food coma so I can use him as my play toy all weekend.🧸💖

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engorge your belly and think of me ❤️

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Idk what it is but forehead kisses while being smothered between huge moobs, big fat arms holding me close, pulling me into their huge belly and getting smothered in their softness always gets me soaked 💦

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Need to be punished for overeating by getting force fed.

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what is a situationship

why do people not just get obsessed with each other after a couple hours of talking anymore

we have lost the plot >:(

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I want to fatten you up until you get too damn wide for me to straddle you the way I used to.

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One of my favorite things about someone getting fatter is having to adjust how you fuck them.

Sure a 100 pounds ago hell maybe even just 50 pounds they could still hold up their own legs while you fucked them, but now it’s near impossible for them since each leg weighs almost as much as a average built person.

When giving them head you used to be able to reach more of them but with how fat they’ve gotten you find yourself burying your face even deeper into them suffocating yourself against them just in any attempt to get even the slightest taste of them.

Them riding on top is a workout all on its own, once they get on top the way you can already feel their heavy breathing just feeling the way their belly heaves up and down against your chest, you know that even when you’re pinned underneath them like this they don’t have the stamina to fuck themselves like they used to, so try as you will you somehow still have to thrust up into them.

It’s so hot that they’ve become so fat that one of the few things they can still do which is be fucked has even now become a struggle for them, but even with the struggle you and I both know they wouldn’t change a single thing about it, as long as they’re still getting fucked like the fat fleshlight they are they’re going to enjoy every second of it.

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where are the best places online to get affordable lingerie for a fat girlie?

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Still find it wild that people dont forget me the second im not talking to them. What do you mean things remind you of me and you think about me when im not there?

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"can we talk about-"

yes we can, i would love to hear you ramble about this all day long and get excited over it because i love to see you happy.

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love books. because it’s like what if something happened

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I just want to be wanted and tbh it's kind of the bane of my existence 🤪

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i will never forgive abs for what they've done to our men. there should be a fat tummy there

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I got an idea for a mutually beneficial relationship.

You're my stay at home feedee, whose only job is to eat and gain weight. No other obligations. Your existence is only gluttony, lust and hedonism. While I'm working, you're stuffing your face for me, so that I have a fat, warm body to play with in the evenings. In return, you're given all the food you can eat, hands to rub your belly and feed you in the evenings, an ever-growing wardrobe, a bed to sleep in and an environment to compensate your obese body. You could go all out, because who would judge you for gaining weight? You're not working, so there's no embarrassment fueled by coworkers witnessing your ever-expanding belly popping dress shirts. There's no embarrassment about what or how much you eat, because I'm doing the grocery shopping. You'd be in your own little bubble, praised for growing fat, constantly adored for habits that other people would find disgusting. There would be no shame, only praise and pampering. And when you're too big to do things on your own, that's no issue. I'm already taking care of you, and you're still fulfilling your duties; You're becoming softer, becoming cuddlier, getting fatter for me. Would there ever be an end? A stopping point? I don't think you'd even want that for yourself, to go back to the life you had before.