allforbelly

[allforbelly]

Thank goodness for calorie binging before bed. I’ve eaten 1,000+ calories about an hour before bed for the last 3 months and have put on 22 pounds!

[allforbelly]

Eventually the chef brings you to the restaurant and keeps you in a back room that is supposed to serve as an office. Not only are you eating dishes that they cook for you but all the orders that are sent back to the kitchen become yours, all the leftover food at closing becomes your dinner.

Soon even some of the bussing staff join in and feed you all of the leftover scraps from tables when your chef has their back turned. You try to fight it as first but you finally give in to your carnal desire to eat everything in sight… no matter how embarrassing it may be.

Imagine being the personal pet of a chef who lives to keep you full and happy. Carefully crafting sickeningly rich dishes filled with countless calories to help you grow. Constantly stuffing your face until you’re out of breath and holding onto your stomach so tight as if might keep you from exploding.

[allforbelly]

Imagine being the personal pet of a chef who lives to keep you full and happy. Carefully crafting sickeningly rich dishes filled with countless calories to help you grow. Constantly stuffing your face until you’re out of breath and holding onto your stomach so tight as if might keep you from exploding.

[allforbelly]

My partner told me a couple weeks ago that they’d noticed I’d gotten a little chubbier and they really enjoy what they see. Definitely the motivation and I needed and I’m definitely looking forward to how big I’ll be this time next year.

[allforbelly]

Once again thinking about moving to a new city while I let my belly grow and tell everyone I’m pregnant when I’m really just getting fatter and fatter. Going out in public and having people tell me how huge I look and that I’m definitely carrying multiples.

[allforbelly]

feeling the need to be bred, even if it’s against my will. im so scared of getting pregnant, but that won’t stop you. watch me writhe and wiggle to get away, but im far too weak. you end up cumming inside me as I cry, telling me how cute I’ll be with a big tummy and swollen chest <3 how I deserve this, I was asking for it online, so you just had to fulfill my fantasy,,

[allforbelly]

Oh and I forgot the order of arroz con pollo and qiesadilla jalisco I had for lunch!

I don’t know what’s happened to me but I’ve turned into an eating machine these last few days - today especially. I’ve eaten half a loaf of bread loaded with butter + jam, two 16oz iced coffees, a whole frozen pizza, two hot dogs, an apple, and orange, a bowl of ramen, and I’m currently working on a gallon tub of ice cream and I’m still so hungry!!

The worst part is I don’t even look even a little bit bloated or full!

[allforbelly]

I don’t know what’s happened to me but I’ve turned into an eating machine these last few days - today especially. I’ve eaten half a loaf of bread loaded with butter + jam, two 16oz iced coffees, a whole frozen pizza, two hot dogs, an apple, and orange, a bowl of ramen, and I’m currently working on a gallon tub of ice cream and I’m still so hungry!!

The worst part is I don’t even look even a little bit bloated or full!

[allforbelly]

obsessed with the idea of pills that will make my breasts swell and expand

it's even better if they grow heavy and sore with the need to be milked and suckled

[allforbelly]

so i have this weird fantasy

where i want to be stuffed so full that my tummy juts out firmly in front of me, but then whoever fed me up takes me into the public and parades me around as if i’m pregnant, rubbing my tum, pointing out “other families”, just to see how many people will buy it, how many strangers comment “oh how cute! can I rub your belly?”, all the while i’m forced to waddle because i’m so stuffed, stiffling burps behind my hand while i play along, it’d certainly give me an excuse to rub my own belly

and to keep it up, my feeder keeps buying me food throughout the day, more and more, ice cream and hotdogs from vendors, bread n doughnuts from bakeries, creamy hot chocolate from cafes, and my belly just keeps growing and growing, getting rounder in front of me until i have to have my palms resting against it to walk at all, breathing laboured, meanwhile my shirt might ride up to reveal a portion of my swollen tummy

and what if i run into someone i know? will i then have to keep up this charade of being pregnant? this will mean I’ll have to stuff my belly even bigger next time i see them…

[allforbelly]

I thought you said those bloat pills would help with my overeating problem.. stretching my already swollen belly so it can fit even more food inside it doesn't count as helping! 😳

You know where to find the entire thing 🫃🏻

[allforbelly]

forcing a slim girl who wants to gain to keep up with my eating habits, enjoying her desperately struggling at first. She's used to skipping breakfast and now her body suddenly has to deal with her stomach being stuffed full 24/7.

Although soon, her food baby turns to a pot belly, and eventually her pot belly into a full blown gut. Going for seconds becomes her default. She cant cook breakfast without chowing down on a huge bowl of cereal because she's woken up after encouraging her appetite with a midnight snack.

She'll sit down for breakfast one day, gut and boobs spilling from a top that hasn't fit for months, with twice the amount I'm having (the amount she used to struggle with) and ask if that's all I'm having...

[allforbelly]

Someone bring me food and feed me till I can't get up anymore

[allforbelly]

Tying him down and forcing him to eat so much that he can’t move 💕

[allforbelly]

What I most adore about birth is the loss of control.

Of the body, being so stretched and changed beyond recognition; your walk, forced into an awkward waddle; your breasts, leaking without your expression; your belly, heavy and swollen and obscene, commandeering your front, compromising your body, impossible to hide.

Of the mind, when it comes time to give birth, you can try to resist, fight against the urge to push, but soon you’ll be squatting wide and bearing down, and the more you’ve denied yourself and your body—not taking off your clothes, continuing to go out in public—the harder it’ll be.

The idea of bodily instinct taking you over… ugh.

I love subby birthers, but there’s something about a dom giving birth. Someone who normally has so much control, being subject to their own body 🫠

[allforbelly]

when ur hips are sore from having to spread ur legs so wide to ride them >>>>>>

[allforbelly]

Might even trying giving rp a chance to really get back into my communities

I think I’m ready to come back and be more active again. Finally back into everything this blog is all about.