chunkubis-xxx

[chunkubis-xxx]

I want to get better at cooking with THC and stuff someone all day while they get high.

Every meal and snack is dosed enough to keep your high building, slowly and steadily. Mixing my love of cooking with seeing people round and bloated from my food.

What a way to spend a weekend 🥵

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Part one of a bloat daddy and I did this morning

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Could you pretty please do a little burp preview with your belly out? That’d be so hot 😩🔥

I’m not really a fan of burping :/

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I like the way @chunkubis-xxx jiggles.

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you're my inspiration for getting back into stuffing 😵‍💫 you get so taut!!

I’m honored 😜

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Play pretend

I stuff you to the point you're bloated round and panting heavily, not being able to catch a deep breath at all. Your cheeks flustered from pleasure and exhaustion.

But that's not all.

I help you get up from the couch because you're obviously not able to do that on your own. All the extra weight I've helped you put on is now pressing you into the couch. And pressing your thick thighs apart, too.

Once you're on your feet, I pat you on your back and guide you to the door. You freeze in the hallway, looking at me with a surprised expression. "you want me to go out like this?" you ask, still breathing loudly, with one hand gently rubbing your overstuffed belly.

I want to show you off to the world, sweetheart. Show everyone I made a submissive, greedy, fat princess out of you.

I watch you struggle down the stairs, your hips swaying from side to side and your back arched, trying to even out the weight of your belly.

You waddle to the car but I shake my head. We're walking today, sweetheart. I won't allow myself to miss such a show by taking the car to the store. We're going just a few streets from home anyway, to fetch you a few snacks, since we ran out of the ones I thought will last for another few days. Your appetite is growing.

You walk slower than usual. You get out of breath faster with that stuffed belly poking from underneath your tank top. It used to be loose, but now it's clinging to your round middle and revealing some softness right above the waistband. Your jeans are hanging on for dear life too, for that matter. You had to suck in to button them when we were leaving the house, but now you're too tired to keep doing that, so they dig deep into your flesh.

We arrive at the store after a long walk that'd be much shorter if I went alone. But I couldn't resist letting you pick out the ingredients for tomorrow's stuffing.

"Hey, Isa!" we hear from behind. You turn around and notice it's your old friend from high school. Her eyes immediately land on your belly and I notice your face turning bright red from embarrassment.

"Oh my god, you're pregnant? Congratulations!" she exclaims happily.

"Thanks..." You nod and smile awkwardly. I put my hand on your belly, caressing it like a baby bump.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" your friend asks.

"It's too early to find out the gender just yet" I smile politely, kissing you on your temple.

"It doesn't look like that, you seem ready to pop!" your friend laughs and I notice you shifting uncomfortably. I tell her we have to go, still rubbing your belly which started to gurgle.

As we're walking away, I notice you pulling your top lower and trying to suck in, without much success, because your belly was still visible from all angles. "She really thought I"m pregnant" you whisper. "You're glowing, sweetheart" I assure you "No need to hide that beautiful tummy. Maybe ice-cream will help you feel better? I felt your belly rumble from hunger already". You nod eagerly and we continue shopping.

We come back home and you start to dig through the shopping bags. You open a tub of ice-cream and plop on the couch, it's gone in just 10 minutes. You open another one, but halfway through it I need to spoon-feed it to you. I don't mind though. Your belly sticks out even more than it did at the store when I finish and you're begging me for belly rubs. I don't think you actually mind those comments. I love them.

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if not milf, why milf shaped?

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Despite the fact that you had months and months to grow accustomed to it, your body still struggles to cope. You can feel the weight pulling down on your spine, pressing into your hips. Shirts that you had bought with the thought that you could never possibly outgrow now struggle to stay over your rounded, domed belly. No matter how much you pull, how far you attempt to stretch the fabric, they still expose a strip of skin around your middle, a smoothed bellybutton, and the reddish stretchmarks that will never fully fade.

It sticks so far out in front of you; there are precious few directions that you can look where your rounded middle does not encroach on your view. Reaching for things on high shelves was never easy, but with this pregnant belly in the way, it becomes nigh impossible. Even just crossing the room comes with a signature waddle, one hand on the small of your back, making the short trip from the couch to the kitchen and back all the more embarrassing. The weight is constant, even when seated, actively pinning you down and threatening to keep you there permanently, rendering you helpless and immobile. Trying to rock yourself up onto your feet allows you to feel just how round it is.

And there are other changes, too. Your breasts have never been larger and their aching is near constant. You can feel them swelling, getting ready to feed the child growing inside you. You haven't yet begun to leak so, day by day, you feel the tightness grow, wondering how much pressure your tits can withstand before milk begins to drip from your nipples. Even those have changed, darkening, thickening, becoming more sensitive. The temptation, the morbid curiosity to suckle on them yourself or at least make an attempt, grows by the day as well.

Pregnancy cravings have also introduced a layer of fat to your entire body, thickening what was there before and making you look softer than you've ever been. You can feel the flab settle in your hips, already widened by the reshaping of your pelvis, as well as your ass. It covers your belly in a protective layer, encouraging further the growth of your breasts. It even finds its way to embarrassing places such as the underside of your chin or the growing pad just above the slit whose needs put you in this mess in the first place.

When you stand in front of the mirror, you don't recognize the person that looks back at you. That must be someone else. Someone whose skin is marred with the signs of growth, carrying the promises of more. Someone whose appetite has made them softer, rounder, heavier. Someone whose hormones have forced their hips to widen, their tits to grow and swell, their middle to bloat with child. It's always staggering when you look down at yourself, hand on your belly, and face the reality of what you've become. Your old body is never coming back. What, will you go to the gym with a newborn to take care of? Once you have someone to feed, the demand will only encourage more milk and require larger breasts to hold it all. Your hips have widened down to the bone. This is who you are now. At a glance, everyone will know: you are a mother.

And you still have eight weeks to get even bigger.

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The view of you laying on your side is my favorite. The edge of your belly sagging off the couch. Your stretch mark riddled skin pulled taut doing everything it can to keep it close to you. You’re so lazy after that stuffing you just needed to lay down for a moment. Almost falling asleep. Strained breathing and occasional burps sending small but consistent ripples through your entire mid section. I’m on my knees on the floor facing it. Pressing my face into your crater of a belly button. Rubbing my hands all over to aid your digestion. To make room for more.

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A ‘slutty’ waist is a plump, voluptuous belly with rolls or an overhang, grabbable sides, stretch marks dusting the curvature of the figure like stars in the universe, and a wide doughy O right in the middle to mark the spot meant for kisses and love.

If you disagree, then genuinely—and I mean this as unnicely as possible—you’re wrong.

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I’ve been so wet all morning thinking about you ;)

I know shes supposed to be losing weight, but sometimes I cant help myself. 😈 Heres a little progression of how last night went.... @chunkubis-xxx started it when she sent me that picture on the couch. So, I ended it by making her a blimp and fucking her senseless. 😉

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Experimenting with new bloating techniques 😜 what do y’all think??

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showing off tummy as a sign of affection

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I have a mighty need to be pregnant. Taut, stretch marks on the sides, poor straining bellybutton trying desperately to stay inside. Knowing I can't fit more into my poor, aching tummy, but knowing that my belly is going to grow even more as the weeks continue.

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Lil chubby chunkubis goes to the gym ;)

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don’t you understand how much better you’d look with your belly swollen and tight?

with your breasts so heavy and leaking from the pressure?

how good it would feel to have people stare at you while you struggle to waddle under the weight of your oversized stomach?

you were made to for this. Made to be a big breeding cow. Made to swell bigger and bigger with no signs of stopping.

you were made for my pleasure, watching you struggle uncomfortably with minor tasks like walking or sitting up. hearing you moan and whimper about how tight your belly and breasts have gotten.

now doesn’t that sound like heaven baby