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Every girl needs a feeder who will stuff them to their limit and call them a good pig while they squirm in discomfort 🫡🩷
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If you thought I'm only front heavy wait until you see the dump truck.
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Size 2XL squeezed into a size small thong






January on the left, July on the right:

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There’s something so intoxicating about giving in. Letting my belly swell, feeling the weight settle, the stretch, the fullness. Every bite feels like a promise that I’m being claimed, cherished, and fed exactly the way I need. I used to hesitate to wonder if I was too much. But now? I want more. More softness. More indulgence. More of that dizzy, helpless fullness that leaves me aching and proud. I love how tight my clothes get, how my belly spills over, how I can feel the heaviness linger long after the last bite. I’m growing into the person I was always meant to be. spoiled, adored, stuffed, and slowly surrendering to my hunger. Don’t ask if I’m full…. I want a feeder to feed and push me more until I forget how to say no
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