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you haven’t lived until you’ve had a giant fat girl (me) peg you

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Another one!!! Why do people on tumblr love pretending to be other people??

Help a girl out and report this person stealing my content please!

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The rules are so simple. There's actually only one, and it's this:

She tells you what to do, and you do it. Anything else is corrected.

She makes your choices for you, and you worship her for it.

In the morning, she wakes you with a kiss. She asks you to get dressed for breakfast, and she gestures to your outfit for the day. It's a simple cropped, cable knit sweater and high waisted mom jeans. Classic.

She winks at you and leaves the room.

You do, however, immediately notice that they are far, far too large for you. This is not unusual.

You pull the ridiculously loose sweater on over your head, and slide easily into the jeans, clutching the waistband with both hands. You clamber back onto the bed, and prop yourself up on your hands and knees. You take a moment to stretch and wriggle a little. You can tell you're going to be here a while.

She has you well-trained.

She swishes back into the room, and comes to stand in front of you. She sloughs off her bathrobe in one smooth motion, and reaches for your face to give you a kiss.

After a moment she pulls her lips away, and says, "such a good girl."

You blush, just a little.

"Thank you for being patient with me, little balloon."

You blush much harder.

"Are you ready?"

You nod your head vigorously.

"Remember, it's your job to stop. Don't get greedy, please."

You nod again.

"We have brunch reservations, and if I have to pick out another outfit for you, we'll be very late."

"Yes, ma'am."

She reaches out to hold your chin, slipping her thumb between your lips. Slut that you are, you drop your jaw to show eagerness. She takes that opportunity to gently slide her firm cock into your throat.

You don't have to wait long before you feel her pumping a steady stream of cum into you. It's warm, and thick, and oddly comforting. She quietly thrusts, over and over, one hand under your jaw, one around the back of your head.

You feel the pressure building in your belly. It used to feel like eating too much, back when she was first training you. Now, it feels like being completed, like having your missing piece restored to you.

The warmth spreads out through you, and you let it grow. You feel your belly press downward toward the bed, your breasts puff larger and larger. You feel your ass begin to fill out your jeans.

You don't know how she does this to you. Once upon a time, you were determined to understand, but after a while you realized that a balloon doesn't need to know things. It just needs to blow up.

You gulp, and gulp, and gulp, aching for more of her cum. Soon enough, the clothes begin to fit you. Your tight, sloshing body strains the seams of your jeans, and the sweater can only just contain your swollen chest.

"Careful, little balloon," she says, warning you.

You want so much more, but you've already had too much. You withdraw from her and swallow the last load, panting from the exertion.

You come back to reality. You feel so big, so heavy. You struggle to sit upright on the edge of the bed.

"Careful," she says again, eyeing the button of your jeans.

You glance at the standing mirror in the corner of the room. You've become so, so round. A pale roll of belly peeks out around your middle. You look so huge now, unrecognizable compared to when you woke up. You gasp, and feel your jeans struggle and fail to contain the slight rush of air into your body.

Your jeans pop open, and the button thwacks against the far wall. You belly erupts through the v of your fly.

She sighs wistfully, not-so-secretly delighted to have to punish your greed by indulging it further. She drifts over to the closet and pulls out a gigantic jumpsuit and a thick belt that looks absurdly sturdy.

"I'll call the restaurant and let them know that you couldn't decide what to wear," she says. "While I do that, put these on."

"Put these on," she says.

You waddle over to the jumpsuit and start flailing your way out of your ruined jeans.

"I'm going to call the restaurant and find out if we can move the reservation," she says.

She looks back to the jumpsuit.

"I wonder if they'll have a wide enough entrance for me to roll you through."

She leaves you to wonder, too.

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I don't know why we never thought to do this before.

Hell, we even keep the ropes next to the gum. The idea was staring us in the face all along.

I kneel on the bed and she slides in behind me, looping the bight under my tits. I close my eyes, trying to shut out everything but the feel of the hemp as she pulls it over my shoulders and around my back. She's tying things a little loose, and it feels weird, but it's probably better that way.

She pats my butt to let me know that she's finished, and I pop up to my knees to give her room to tie a harness around my hips. She fumbles and swears to herself a couple of times, and then swings around in front of me.

"I need you to lay back," she says, before playfully shoving me backwards. I let myself topple, and she continues webbing me with rope. I guess looser ties don't fight gravity very well. Won't be a problem for too long, I think to myself.

"Okay," she says, tying off my hips, "open up."

I let her slip the half-piece of gum in my mouth, but then I think about refusing to chew. What, after all, would be brattier than not playing along? What if I just took my toys and went home? Unfortunately, she's already bound my ankles to the bed, legs spread wide apart, so I have room to grow.

She slides up and looks me in the eye. "Chew."

I do what I'm told.

The flavor is always way too intense starting out, almost chemical, in a way. Its' like when they get the mix wrong in the slushy machine and it's all syrup. Cloying, too sweet, too bright, too fruity. It's hard not to drool blue all over the pillows, but I know better than to actually misbehave.

Like clockwork, as the flavor begins to mellow I feel the telltale warmth deep in my belly. Chewing was a chore before, now it becomes compulsive, thoughtless.

When people write stories about things like this, especially people who've never been through it, they always go on and on about the pressure and the fear and the intensity, but it's never been like that for me.

It does feel incredible, though. They get that part right.

The warmth grows inside me, filling me up, and, when it runs out of room, I begin to grow. I start to lose myself in the feeling of swelling around the juice inside me, when the ropes begin to pull tight across my belly.

I don't mean to, but I arch back and moan deeply, letting a little rivulet of blue dribble onto the pillows. Oops. She chuckles, and we both know I'll pay for ruining her linens yet again.

The feeling is so sharp now, and I lose my mind a little as my skin begins to fight against the hemp. The warmth spreads outward from my middle, spilling into my thighs and my chest, filling everything it can find.

I can feel the knots all over me begin to pull tight as I fill out the webs of rope. I spill out of the gap between the harnesses, and the little part of me that still feels human is silently grateful that we started with something small and easy. The other part of me, the one that's taking over, wants to be squeezed like overripe fruit through fine mesh until there's nothing left but a small ocean of dark blue juice. That's new.

I start to puff through the voids in the harnesses, the cool sensation of the air against my taut skin colliding with the burning where the ropes are holding me back. I start to wonder whether they'll break before I do, but I put that thought away. My breasts are swelling faster than they normally do, even though I only have half a dose in me. They start to obscure my view of things happening lower down, but not before I see her climb in between my swelling thighs.

It's way too soon for me to be leaking, but I feel her tongue against me, and I convulse. soon enough she reappears, mouth stained blue with a look in her eye like I've probably ruined another mattress.

The gum is flavorless now, but I keep chewing. She hasn't told me to stop yet. Still, I feel the growth slow to a crawl. The warmth begins to dissipate, so I give my arms and legs a cursory wiggle.

I'm so full, and still tied down, but I can tell that I'm not round enough. I can't help it. Somewhere, far away in my brain, I know this is a test run, but I keep chewing so frantically, hoping to swell just a little bit more. I almost want to cry.

I'm supposed to be a giant, juicy balloon, not this weird little excuse for an adult human woman.

I guess she can feel my desperate fidgeting, because she crawls up and lays beside me.

"Hey, big girl," she says, wiping bright blue tears off my cheek. "I know you want more, but I think we need to juice you. These ropes look about ready to goosh you to pieces."

I want to say "Let them!" but I know that's the juice talking.

"I know," she says, like she's reading my mind. "It's not fair, but we need to be safe."

I pout harder.

She knows better than to negotiate with terrorists, though. "What are you going to do about it?" she asks, feigning innocence. "You're tied down tight, and too juicy to move." She reaches over, grabs one move my engorged nipples, and squeezes hard. Dark blue juice sprays the wall behind her as I yowl in ecstasy. "Oh no, are you going to squirt on me until I do what you want?" she asks, squeezing again.

"Just cut the ropes off," I beg, trying to think of anything that might free me up to grow safely.

"Sorry, babe," she says, genuinely apologetic. "The rope's too tight now. I don't think I could get the scissors in there without risking popping you."

"I'm going to juice you," she says. "Do you want business, or pleasure?"

I'm too frustrated to cum right now, stuck like I am between one self and another. "Business," I mumble. Fuck orgasms. I'd rather just get this over with.

She smiles gently, and scrambles up onto my massive belly, and grabs a nipple in each hand. Her weight feels amazing, and as she starts to milk giant spurts of juice out of my breasts, back and forth, back and forth, I realize that business may lead to pleasure regardless of how I feel.

Her whole body is swaying with the rhythm of her arms, and I feel a different kind of warmth start to build between my swollen thighs. I can feel every inch of the hemp biting into me, pulling me in so many directions. It feels so good to be her balloon, letting her tease and squeeze as she pleases.

I'm taken completely by surprise when I cum suddenly and violently. I can tell she is, too, because she falls off my quaking body backwards, getting doused by the juice gushing out of me. I'm absorbed by the orgasm wracking my body, and time loses meaning for a little while.

When I come to, panting, I realize that she's nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, I'm small enough now to slip out of the ropes around my wrists and ankles. I sit bolt upright, or, as bolt as I can at least. The residual juice is going to weigh me down a little until my body can process it naturally.

I call her name.

"Down here," says a stunned voice. I look over the foot of the bed.

She's laying there, eyes wide in shock, absolutely drenched in blue.

"Wow," she says.

"Are you okay?" I ask, scrambling to offer her a puffy, light blue hand.

"Look," she says, taking my hand, "that was so much fun, really."

"But?" I ask, trying not to hold my breath.

"... but we have got to find a way to do this that doesn't change my hair color."

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I dont know what to say. I’m at a ,’ , |,’_’ for words

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help...I think I ate too much 🥵

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i miss when everyone was wearing masks. it was so much fun to wonder if any of the cute quiet girls around me where secretly wearing gags underneath. also it limited the spread of a fatal and debilitating disease.

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Biden better plant some votes if he wants that election bc I don’t see it for that hoe at all….. he better go to them Illuminati meetings and pop some pussy otherwise it’s curtains for grandpa

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i cannot possibly be the first person who has had this idea

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Cheddar Biscuit

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one time i had a dream that tiktok users deemed “kid” as a slur and that you HAD to refer to them as minors otherwise you would get harassed and threatened with doxxing. you couldn’t say “when i was a kid” anymore for example you HAD to say “when i was a minor” instead

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Various audio snippets of my childhood that I've collected.

Edit: For all the people who said I needed to add other audios snippets.

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I got a tumblr, it really was quite great

I blog about a lot of things, but mostly what I ate.

I thought it was a sweet gig, it really was quite cushy.

Then they went and banned me, ‘cause all I ate was pussy.

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I think when I say “suspend your disbelief” people think I mean “stop using ur critical thinking” when in reality I mean “just because they didn’t spoon feed u information on why fairies can fly and there’s a giant rat for no reason don’t freak out”. just don’t be Mr cinemasins

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hey here's a website for downloading any video or image from any website.

works w/ youtube, soundcloud, twitch, twitter (gifs and videos), tumblr (video and audio), and most other websites you're probably lookin to download stuff off of.

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It's a crime how I haven't gotten my hands on these yet