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I despise those AI generated weight gain videos. They look so uncanny, and usually use pictures of unconsenting people, kinda cringe.

And even when they arent being made about random women, its like ok coward, you use AI to see what 70 pounds extra will look on you, I (Gods bravest tranny) will use burger

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There’s just something about a cute boy with a bloated tummy that drives me absolutely insane. Especially if he’s normally lean—flat stomach, toned muscles—but now, his belly is swollen and round, stretched tight from overeating or an upset stomach. The contrast is just so good.

Like, imagine him sprawled out on the couch, shirt barely covering the curve of his belly, one hand resting on it as he groans dramatically. He’s all grumpy about it, maybe a little embarrassed, shifting uncomfortably because he never gets like this, but his tummy just hurts. And, god, I love it.

I’d be right there, pressing my cheek against his swollen stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin and the deep, sluggish gurgles beneath my ear. He’d grumble at first, maybe try to shove me away, but I’d just giggle and nuzzle into him more.

“You’re so cute like this,” I’d tease, poking gently at his belly, watching the way it gives just slightly under my fingertips. He’d swat at my hand with a lazy glare, but there’d be a pink dusting on his cheeks because he secretly loves the attention.

And then, when I start rubbing slow, careful circles over his stomach, his whole body would just melt. A soft sigh, his head tilting back, maybe even a little moan slipping out as he relaxes completely under my touch.

“Mmm… that feels good,” he’d murmur, fingers slipping into my hair as he absentmindedly plays with it, his other hand still resting on his bloated belly.

I’d press a little kiss to his stomach, grinning. “Told you I’d make you feel better.”

God, I need a boyfriend who actually wants me to rub his belly. Someone who likes it when I play with his tummy, even when he’s feeling all gross and miserable. Someone who lets me press soft kisses to his aching belly and doesn’t complain when I rest my head there, listening to every sluggish gurgle as he runs his fingers through my hair.

Just… good, good stuff.

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i hope you are also nice to fat girls you dont want to fuck

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Like or Reblog this If you're a fatty who'd like to be teased or humiliated

Maybe I'll shoot your an ask or dm

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This one is very true

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Movie Night

You're sitting on the couch with your partner, cuddling and watching a movie that both of you have seen before. You just finished dinner and feel comfortably full, the two empty bowls and glasses of wine on the coffee table. They have an arm slung around your waist as they lean into your side and you notice for the first time that it doesn't reach as far as it used to.

While they used to be able to curve their fingers around the slope of your back, their hand only stops to the side of your belly. In fact, they're able to hold their palm flat against you. You knew you had put on a couple pounds: all the late night snacks, eating fast food more frequently due to work, "just one more" from when your partner makes sweet treats. You didn't think it was that much, though.

You feel your face start to get hot and you shift away a little.

Your partner had been dozing on your shoulder and they lift their head, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," you say shyly, "Yeah, I just..."

Your partner leans in and kisses you, their hand drifting back to the side of your belly. You are hyper aware of their touch.

"I just have gained some weight is all," you say, embarrassed, "I should probably start watching what I eat..."

Your partner bites their lip, "Why would you do a thing like that?"

"Because I didn't even notice and if I continue I'm going to swell up to a million pounds!" You protest.

Your partner giggles, "Okay? But what if I like feeding you?" They start rubbing your belly, long strokes from the side to the front, and something stirs deep within you. Possibly even arousal?

You try to hide it on your face, but it's clear they see it. They even get a little excited themselves. They leave the movie running and get up, disappearing into the kitchen. You readjust on the couch and grab a pillow, aware that it sits different in your lap. When did this happen? Where did all this come from?

Your partner returns with two boxes of big cake doughnuts you hadn't noticed in the cabinet and the partial half gallon of milk from the fridge. They set them down on the coffee table and grab the pillow from your lap, tossing it to the side. You feel very exposed, but you can't help and eye those doughnuts. Your partner turns you on the couch so you're sitting the long way, legs up. Then they sit between them. They stare down at you hungrily and before you can say anything, their hands are running up your legs. They jiggle the fat on your thighs and then keep moving up. They slide their hands under your shirt and start squishing your soft belly. The thing stirring within you grows more and more. They trace their fingers up your sides, gripping your love handles and leaning in to kiss you.

With them holding onto your sides you can't help but moan a little. Your partner giggles again.

"Sorry," they say, "I have noticed your clothes getting a bit tighter... I'm surprised you didn't, but," they put a hand behind your neck and run their fingers in your hair, "I didn't want to stop you. I love how you look now and I love it when your belly starts to round out after you've eaten a lot. You make this little noise when your stomach starts to complain that it's too full and it really turns me on."

You feel the dinner in your stomach, it's churning and settling. It squirms inside you.

"It turns you on?" You ask.

"Yes," they say, "I noticed a couple days ago that you're starting to spill over the top of your jeans and I almost pulled you back to bed."

You remember that day. You had told yourself they must have shrunk in the wash. Now you wonder why you denied it and why it took your partner's hand to realize you had started to grow a gut.

Your partner puts their hands back under your shirt, gripping your soft middle, "How do you feel?"

You surprise yourself, but you whisper, "Feed me."

Your partner brightens and grabs the first box of cake doughnuts from the coffee table. Still between your legs, pushing them up against you ever so slightly so you can feel your belly squish, they start to feed you. Immediately after you're done with one bite they give you another. Three doughnuts down and your stomach is starting to protest. Three more and you feel tight and heavy. You keep taking bite after bite until you lose count of the doughnuts. You start to feel a bit dizzy and you're not sure if you're imagining it, but it's almost hard to breathe.

"No... no more," you say softly, your belly heaving with each breath.

"That was the last doughnut," your partner says, leaning forward over your bulging form and kissing you. You look to the side and see that they're right, the two boxes discarded on the table. You feel your stomach trying to make room for them all, stretched to what feels like its limit. Your partner seems determined to prove it wrong.

They pick up the partial jug of milk and unscrew the cap. You know milk will just make the churning worse and will make you even more bloated on top of everything, but something inside of you is awake and alive. Your belly is feeling so uncomfortable being pressed in by your legs and you wiggle a bit to try and get more space. Your partner gives you some room, but still holds your legs up while sitting between them.

They put the milk to your lips and say, "You need to wash those down with something."

You start to drink, your heavy breathing only arousing you more. You can feel your shirt riding up, the lower part of your belly rounding so much it is exposed, but you don't care. All the skin around your belly is stretched so tight as you continue to fill it. You feel like you might burst if you keep going, but it feels too good to stop. You need to finish.

It almost feels like agony if it weren't so pleasurable. Your breasts are being spread apart my how much you've swollen and your partner starts to fondle them as you drink. You keep chugging the milk, only a little dribbling out the side of your mouth.

Then it's empty. Your partner takes the empty carton and places it with the empty boxes of doughnuts. Your breathing is labored as you lie there and you aren't sure you would be able to move if you wanted to. Your partner places their hands on your bulging belly and rubs you down.

"Good job," they coo, rubbing you in slow circles, pushing your shirt up under your breasts, "Very good job."

You feel so tight and heavy, it's like a giant bowling ball has been shoved inside you. Just when you think the feeling can't get more intense, you feel the milk bubbling up inside you. You start to worry, wondering if this will lead to any stretch marks. Then you stop, dreamily moaning, realizing any stretch marks from this would be a trophy.

Your partner kisses your belly and then lays down between your legs. They continue to rub you, laying their head on your middle. It takes them a bit to find the perfect position because of how round and tight you are, but they eventually find one. They kiss you and you quiver where their lips touch.

"We can do more," they say, "if you want."

You know they don't mean more food. You are so turned on right now you think you might finish with the slightest touch, and you go to answer, but the words come out as a bit of a whine, as a bit of a groan.

"Later," you say, trying to shift a little and finding it difficult under how heavy you are, "Let's just keep watching the movie..."

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I was bored at work and wrote this real quick. No edits, so if something looks wrong that's why. Let me know what you think.

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Its been a hot minute since my tummy was this aggressively noisy, thought Id share with the class

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when the T hunger hits......

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Please reblog this is you fully support trans people in the feedism community!

Trans women on bbw blogs, trans men on bhm blogs, and nb gainers not being misgendered

I want to know that there are good, respectful people in this community

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hello mutuals i am doing this to your beautiful fat belly 💜

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Sure would be a shame if someone’s belly ended up in my inbox.

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Sure would be a shame if someone’s big jiggly tummy just appeared in my DMs.

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SURE WOULD BE A SHAME IF SOMEONES MASSIVE FAT ASS LARD GUT ENDED UP SOMEWHERE I COULD TEASE THEM AND GET OFF TO IT.

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SURE WOULD BE A SHAME IF-

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The concept of someone who has a huge subby lil crush on you finding out that you're into feedism and they aren't necessarily *into it* but they're into *you* and will do anything to please you and turn you on. So they offer to play around with it with you, just for fun. You nervously agree. You're sure you'll both just have fun with it for a night and maybe feed them some ice cream or pizza or something. When the day comes, they excitedly sit down and start to eat for you, ready to make you proud. They stuff bite after bite into their unexpectedly greedy mouth. You can't stop watching this happen in front of your eyes. This isn't real. They start slowing down after awhile, so you ask if they will let you feed the rest to them. They instantly agree, putting their hands behind their back so you can lift each bite to their eager little mouth. You don't even need to tie them up, they would never disobey your whims. They're surprisingly quick at finishing everything when it's your own hands doing the feeding. Then you notice their belly starts to poke out from under their shirt. FUCK. That sliver of belly really stirs something inside of you. You ask if they can handle more. Dessert or drinks or snacks or candy or whatever. They see how excited you are and in their desperation to please you, beg you to do whatever you want to them. So you overfeed them to watch the bottom of their gut get rounder and rounder. You can't get that image out of your head, and it stirs that feeder inside of you. Weeks later and several stuffings, snacks and desserts later, that shirt doesn't fit them at all. Not only do they have a gut, but they're so happy they're making you so excited they hardly notice it. They are so desperate to please you that they'd literally change their body for you.

And you still want more. As long as they're begging to please you, they're going to get fatter for you. Another bite?

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✨reblog if you're accepting anonymous asks about anything✨

Questions, commentary, opinions….

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Reblog this if I can ask you a whole bunch of inappropriate questions!