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Being tied up with a measuring tape goes crazy 🥵

Donuts do a growing girl good 🐷

Curvage

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NSFW Audio TEASER | Too Fat to Touch Myself (Feedee Perspective)

You’ve fattened me up so much and made me so dependent on you for everything—including jerking off. My belly’s gotten so big that I can’t reach down there anymore, so it’s up to you to do it for me, just like you've always wanted.

Find the full clip below~

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Two Women Engaged in Sexual Intercourse in a Neoclassical Canopied Bed. Etching, ca. 1780. via JSTOR

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was mentally labelling this as ascended astarion but without his identifying garments who can say

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As thanks for drawing me, I have traced over a meme drawn Damien in my own refined artistic image with the utmost accuracy

Doting Servant~

He’s not just a royal tailor you know?

That devilish charm and good looks have won @encouraging-growth a place as one of my royal advisors~

Shame the only thing he advises me to do is stuff my face and be spoilt rotten all day, it’s not doing any favours to my figure…

But how can one refuse such luxuries, being pampered and fattened up by such handsome company

Especially when he’s praises me so 😮‍💨

(He’s just too good)

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Feeling fat in the kitchen again…

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you ever say "i love fat men" and then people come out of the woodworks all "yeah i love a little bit of a belly" or like "i love a guy who's fat but also strong as hell" and like. do you guys actually love fat men or do you only like it if there's some other condition present. because when i say "i love fat men" i do mean like 300+ pounds big love handles doesn't work out deep navel gets sweaty easily cellulite and stretch marks big boobs men. and i think if you exclude that i'm willing to gatekeep the phrase "i love fat men" from you because you're clearly not dedicated to The Cause.

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Feeling plump and hungry 😏

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"i ate a second (third, fourth) serving because i was thinking of how proud you would be"

thank you i'm in love with you

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Oh, you're in for a treat, my plump little piggy! Letting yourself go from skinny to obese is a delightful journey of indulgence and transformation. Picture this: your once slender frame gradually expands, your clothes becoming snug and then bursting at the seams. Every bite you take leads you closer to becoming a gloriously round, wobbling bundle of joy. Your appetite grows, and so does your soft, pillowy body, until you're so obese that your clothes can't contain your sumptuous curves. Embrace the delicious decadence of your expanding form, my dear piggy, and revel

in the pleasure of letting yourself go.

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Being dwarfed by someone's height and weight is cool and all, but I'll forever be an unapologetic simp for short kings.

Every ounce of weight gained shows so much more and their bodies use less calories than their taller peers, making every meal more fattening.

Still, the best thing of all is being big spoon to someone I can cradle fully. A perfect position for belly rubs, moob squeezes and neck kisses.

My soft baby, let me pamper you. Set the expectations of society aside and allow me the pleasure of making you feel safe.

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SFW Audio TEASER | Time's Up

Five years ago, you made a deal with a devil to achieve your lifelong dream: to have the perfect body and do nothing to maintain it. You could eat whatever you wanted, as much as you wanted, never exercise, and not gain a single pound. But now your time is up, and I’ve come to take your soul, and as you cry and whine and beg me for mercy, I mock and chide and ridicule all your selfish, self-indulgent behavior. Amused by how pathetic you look, I decide to let you keep your soul, but in exchange, I reverse the effects of our pact, turning you into a huge pile of fattened flesh as you pack on 5 years’ worth of weight all at once.

Full clip duration: 13:59

Find the full clip on OF below~

Inspired by this post by @fatguarddog I've had sitting in my likes for months

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I love slow belly rubs!

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The way that men's lingerie/sexy bodysuit clubwear type clothes are so ugly and sad 🥲

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I'm not into vore at all, but that last line set me a'tinglin'

A man - or at least what once was one - lays chained to the padded floor of his cell, arms spread wide, eyes blindfolded.

Footsteps come from down the hall and he shifts, knowing what is coming. He can't see, but he hears the door to his cell swing open, the panicked cries of another man, and the sound of a guard struggling to control him.

For years they've had him down here, cleaning up every royal mistake, brutal killer, and foreign delegation that failed to negotiate peace. At first it horrified him, his body used against his will, treated like a living meat grinder. But then the feeling of being so unnaturally full, so painfully stuffed he could hardly stand it became familiar, and after he found pleasure in the pain he knew that even if he escaped, he could never go back.

The struggle in front of him intensified. Voices raised, shoving, a different voice asking for mercy as the man felt warm, unwilling hands pressed against his face. He opened wide and began swallowing when he felt the fingers in his mouth. As he gulped, he felt metal slide through his lips.

"You're going down with me," one of the voices shouted at the other. A second hand was forced into his mouth and again he gulped, gripping both like steel with his powerful throat.

More struggling shook him as he continued to swallow, the cold taste of metal and some kind of fabric both passing down his throat at once. He let out a low moan, his throat far fuller than usual. His belly was going to be so full.

As he gulped, the heads slid down his throat as both men continued to struggle, against each other and against him. As the second shoulder made its way into his mouth, he slowed. This was far, far larger than anything he had ever swallowed all at once before, and swallowing became harder. He shook his body, trying to position just right. A few hard swallows later, and the widest part of both of them had slipped in, slowing inching towards his stomach.

Both men still flailed as he continued to drag them in. Footsteps down the hall got his attention - barely - as he continued to scarf down his meal. The door flew open as he gave another gulp, feeling the chests of his dinner passing down his jaws.

"Oh fuck, oh FUCK!" a voice yelled out.

He felt a sudden tug as the metallic man was yanked hard from the outside. His throat gripped the fresh meat like a vice and he gave another swallow, pulling his meal further into his belly. No one was going to take away his dinner.

Two voices shouted in front of him as he gave a few more gulps. The pulling grew harder, but the grip of his esophagus was tighter than any chain the crown had to offer.

"I just need a better grip!" he heard one of the voices yell. As the other voice shouted in protest he felt fingers in his mouth again and gave another gulp. The waist of both men slid into his mouth, along with another hand.

"Pull me! PULL ME!" he heard the voice shout again. Instinctively, he gave a few gulps, pulling the hand in past the wrist and clamping down tightly. The new voice screamed in panic as he tried to pull back, but to no avail.

The man kept swallowing, feeling the thighs of his first course slide down his gullet and the forearm of his dessert slide deeper in. Footsteps ran down the hall away from his cell as he swallowed again, the knees of the first two men sliding into his throat.

He felt a hand pushing against his face in a desperate bid for survival. The man was trying to push against his face to get him to release, but in return he only swallowed harder and faster. Calves and ankles passed his lips as he swallowed, the original meal rapidly dumping into his stomach, still alive and angrily fighting one another. As the feet of his original meal disappeared down his throat, his new meal continued his struggle, begging for help as his head entered the hungry man's jaws.

He could feel the struggling in his stomach as the voice of the man he was still gulping down became muffled by his stomach. With a few powerful swallows, he felt the man's shoulders slide into his throat, followed by the metallic surface of his torso. His recently-loosened throat was eager and ready for the meal, dragging him down quickly past his waist.

Several sets of footsteps echoed down the hall and the door flung open once more, with several men entering the room together. Several of them shouted and he felt his meal being tugged hard. His throat was far stronger and only continued to pull the man in, his knees sliding down his throat at a rapid pace. With a few powerful gulps, the man pulled his meal's ankles into his mouth as a commanding voice from across the room shouted.

"Stop! Get back! It's too late, we can do nothing here."

As the pulling stopped, he gave a few more gulps and the man's feet disappeared down his throat. The third man settled into his stomach, the sensation of three men in his stomach bringing him very close to the edge. As they struggled, he let out a soft moan, the sensation impossible to ignore. His cock twitched and dripped at the feeling, and as he let out a long, low belch he felt himself start to shoot on the floor. His belch shifted into a gutteral moan as he heard the guards in the room shift uneasily.

"This is why we bring the guilty in with three guards," the voice said in an exhausted tone, "and why you are not supposed to try to pull anyone out if the get stuck. We can't help them now, everyone leave."

Somber footsteps echoed down the wall as his stomach began to churn. The three men inside of his stomach let out muffled cries for help to an empty room as the walls around them began to excrete large quantities of acid, dousing their skin as the painfully strong stomach walls squeezed them like a vice.

The man rested on his stomach, the shuffling and churning inside making him tired and satisfied.

As hours passed, the struggling stopped, and the solid feel of their bodies had softened. He could hear the sound of metal knocking together - the sound of his belly emptying the metal shells inside of him. His stomach let out wet, low groans as it dumped the thick nutrient paste into his intestines, the distribution of weight changing rapidly in his body. He leaned his head on his full, sloshy belly and started to fall asleep.

He woke the next morning to awful indigestion. His stomach was empty, the men fully absorbed into his body, but the metal of their armor remained. He heard footsteps down the hall as he heaved, each piece of armor making its way up one at a time and landing on the floor with a dull clatter. Helmets, braces, parts of the chestplate, one at a time he heaved up the slimy metal shells of his jailers.

He heard the cell door open just as the final and most difficult piece - a metal helmet - finally game popping out of his throat and clanging on the ground, rolling in the direction of the door.

"Oh fuck..." he heard a voice whisper.

"Yeah, less than a day," another replied.

"Do you think there's anything left?"

"No," the other voice said, the sound of the helmet being kicked echoing on the walls, "mark it down."

He heard the sound of someone scratching into the stone, a ritual of the guards every time one of their own was lost to him.

He sighed deeply before letting out a low belch. The only thing he wanted more than the feeling of live meat in his belly was to know how many lines were on that wall.

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Unisex Feedee Audio Encouragement | Be Lazy

Why are you moving so much? You're at a very critical point in your gaining, and if you want to keep growing, you need to start embracing laziness in any way you can.