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@nsfordw was posting asks about…..chub!ford using his thighs to get off…….and…..

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I’ve been noticing it’s been a bit cooler on my under belly lately. Guess I figured out why with how much gut my clothes can’t cover. 😬

Fuck I look ridiculous with this much fat on my stomach sticking out when I’m sitting there ordering a massive meal with a dumb smile on my face. But I just keep fucking ordering and gobbling it all down and making it more noticeable, just can’t fucking stop

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I gotta start reeling it back in cause all these nonstop binges are seriously sticking to me now wtf. I did not know I was looking this round. I’m gonna get so much shit from people if they see me waddling around with this giant keg now.

Fuck it’s just too easy to overeat until I can’t breathe. It’s not my fault I’m getting such a bit of a gut from it all. Like there’s so many burger places now and I can just go in and order a fucking stupid amount. And other than a weird look they’d just bring it right to me to then just gorge on.

As soon as I get to my order my brain just starts to panic. Whatever the rational part says, the food crazed part just makes me double it. That way I know I’ll have enough to fully packed with food.

And then I go and stuff it all down, taking bite after bite, knowing I’m not even hungry. But I feel how big my gut is in my lap and I just want to eat for the sake of having MORE.

Halfway through gorging I don’t even crave the taste of the burgers or whatever I’m eating. I just crave that there’s more FOOD I can pick up and shove into my mouth, and gulp down into my big fat gut.

It’s insane that it’s just because of some dark greedy desire to just be stuffed full of food. I wake up and look the mirror and I’m shocked at how much bigger my gut looks. I mean it should be obvious right? But then I go and just stuff my fat face with MORE later that night because that’s all I know how to do.

I gotta figure something out or I’m gonna need help getting out of my car 😫

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WIP Shane stardew valley

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dexter Jettster/Original Character(s) Characters: Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Original Trans Character(s), Dexter Jettster, CT | Pretty, CT | Fish, CT | Kaleidoscope Additional Tags:  Donuts, Feeding Kink, Stuffing, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Non-Human Genitalia, Size Kink, Order 66 Didn’t Happen (Star Wars), Post-War, Trans Female Character, Dex’s Diner (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), not a lot but in a sense of post-war they figured ‘brother’ isnt always accurate but that’s not a major force here, Feed Clones (Star Wars) More Delicious Food Until They’re Full

During the war, Pretty went to Dex’s Diner and ate a doughnut so good that it awakened something in her. Now that the war is over and she is living a peaceful life with two of her vode, they return to Coruscant to fully appreciate the delicious food— and Pretty to fill up on even more than that.

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ill be your pet but you have to promise to overfeed me

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Bouncing on their cock while they're stuffed and it dislodges some burps out of them >>>>>>>

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Big boi just needed a hardy meal to sate his hunger before dinner 🥺

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new vampire oc....still being developed

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Nag of a wife that feeds you till your 500lbs

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Once you get fat enough and gainer brained enough, you don’t have time for post-nut clarity anymore because your belly just starts demanding more food from the effort of tugging yourself to wheezing climax and your fat ass has the delivery apps open for more fast food before you can even stop to think. Your new post-nut clarity is a cheeseburger in your mouth.

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Feedauthor fic? What do you have in mind? Unless you don’t want to spoil the story to much^^

I would only ask, is it a college story or adult?

I'm so glad you asked! Allow me to paint a picture.

Fidds spent the entire college experience repressing his fascination with watching Ford eat. Years and years of brushing off moments where he notices Ford eating a whole bag of jellybeans in one sitting, or growing out of his clothes (due to building muscle but still), or joking as a grad student 'I'd better watch out, it's still not too late for the freshman 15 to hit'.

Fidds totally doesn't still think about how tight those green shorts were, even now when he's living in California as a married man. And even though he absolutely definitely never had any weird feelings for his college friend, he's glad Ford isn't in his life. It's for the best. He should just let it all go.

This fic starts with him showing up in Oregon to help with the portal project.

(gonna get into the real fun parts of this idea under the cut)

It's not that he's trying to give Ford bigger portions. He's just worried about Ford's tendency to skip meals! And it's not that he wants to give Ford rich comfort food all the time. He just wants to share his favorite kinds of Southern cooking with his friend!

But the more that his cooking starts bearing results on Ford's body, the harder it becomes for Fidds to remain in denial about his own intentions. His solution to this internal conflict is to try even harder to lie to himself about being an innocent bystander to all Ford's gains. He would rather lay awake at night being eaten alive with guilt than stop. And the more he realizes how deeply Into This he is, the more scared he gets. He's horrified with himself, incredibly guilty, and more excited than he's ever been while in bed with his wife.

By this point, he's blatantly scheming up more and more ways to make Ford gain faster. He's going back and forth between pouring heavy cream into Ford's breakfast smoothie and gripping the sides of the sink and staring into the mirror like "this can't be happening. I'm worse than the devil. This stops now." But we all know that isn't happening.

I haven't worked out the specifics of its creation, but eventually the memory erasing gun comes into play. At first, he only uses it to try and stop himself from doing any more scheming. Then, to try and stop himself from feeling the guilt. But before too long, he's using it on Ford to make him forget that he's just eaten so he can give him extra meals.

Of course, Bill knows what's going on, and hasn't told Ford because he wants to find out how long Fidds can keep this going for. But once Fidds starts having doubts about the project? Bill is immediately using this as blackmail. If Fidds so much as hints to Ford about the project's probability of failure, Bill promises to tell Ford everything about what Fidds has been doing and why.

So Fidds lays awake at night consumed by more guilt than he would've ever thought possible. And during the day, now that he's in the throes of despair about the future of the world itself, he's in the perfect headspace to go even further. He's wiping his own memories of the whole situation on a regular basis, which means he gets to re-experience the fresh horror of it over and over again. He's wiping Ford's memories of how big he's gotten on a regular basis. And somehow, somewhere in this fic, I'm gonna have Bill start taunting him while in Ford's body. Eating huge amounts, wearing tight shirts, etc. This culminates in Bill grabbing Fidds's hand and physically forcing it to touch Ford's belly. It's not long before Fidds has talked himself into indulging himself all on his own, and just wiping Ford's memories afterwards. Maybe he'll even try to confess his love to Ford over and over again, trying to convince himself that if he just phrases things correctly, Ford won't hate him for all the things he's done to him by now. (It's really just Fidds punishing himself by hearing Ford freak out about the full situation being laid out for him over and over again, but he won't admit that to himself either!)

I don't have an outline, let alone a first draft, and I have no idea how I would end it, but these are all the chunks of story that live in my head. I don't mind sharing, since I'm not sure when/if I can get around to writing it, and also because I'd discover plenty of new plot beats during the process of writing a full fic.

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more than 3L of shake in less than 5min... 😵‍💫

@stuffmetothemax

#ilovethatfunnelthing

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has enough time passed where i can start drawing freaky art of him

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no such thing as too fat for a crop top

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obsessed w wearing a short crop top with high waisted shorts for many reasons but I particularly love when I sit down and the shorts and top meet because the space between my boobs and belly becomes nonexistent

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a Suzuki Carry can Gertrude carry

(she's going to have to unbuckle again to shut the doors. never mind)