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Pretty Pig

Really love the idea of pretty, cute, fashionable feedees who take such good care of their appearance and then gorge themselves like gluttonous slobs.

Their body is a temple, meticulously adorned just as they like it. They always wear clothes with impeccable style and they take such pride in it. But then they eat and eat until their belly is bulging like a beach ball and they regret wearing such well fitting clothes. They have such nice tattoos and piercings, but they end up getting stretched and buried under piles of fat folds. Not to worry though cutie, they still look so good on you! When I can even see them that is~

Eventually, taking care of their appearance becomes such a struggle. Arms too heavy to try applying makeup, and a belly WAY too fat to reach down and paint their toenails. But of course I’ll help my gorgeous fatty if that’s what they want! I’ll help them get all dolled up just how they like it, and I’ll buy new clothes for them to outgrow.

Because I love it when my fatty gets all cute and pretty just to make a fat, overfed, belching mess of themself. Grabbing at their turgid gut and moaning as they let out a stream of burps. Sweating and panting with the effort of stuffing themself so thoroughly. I’ll pat that groaning gut through the soft fabric of their favorite shirt and sigh,

“Pretty piggy~”

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i wasnt gonna post this yet but yknow what, this seems like the site that would enjoy some fat wife content, so here ya go

more fat moms and stuff

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I need to see you get bigger and bigger

Is this big enough?

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the thing about vore day is you’re never the only pred celebrating, and certainly not the most experienced (;

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milk and cookies 🤤 full video on feedee fans now

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annelise runs into camilla's replacement... previously

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Love your belly, it is an extension of your beauty!

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I'm becoming obsessed with the idea of having a fat wife.

Marrying a girl who isn't necessarily skinny - maybe a little thick - and then after the wedding, as we settle into our life together, she gets complacent. She stops going to the gym, gets lazy, gets more into cooking. The softness starts to naturally and gradually accumulate everywhere. She widens out, gets heavier, gets lazier, gets plump. Most days I come home to find her in a pair of sweats stretched over her wide fat ass and an apron strung tight into her back rolls and straining over her fattening belly, excited to show me the new recipe she's been working on and sampling all day.

She'll complain about getting fat, maybe even blame me for it, but she'll keep on eating exactly the same. Becoming lazier and getting fatter all the while.

Nobody will say anything, but they'll say things amongst themselves. Have you seen how much she's blown up since the wedding? They'll pity me for getting trapped in a marriage with a cow, but I'll be the happiest husband in the world. I wanted this. I enabled this. I searched for a wife who loved to indulge, who had an unmistakable sweet tooth, whom I could pamper into obesity, and I found you.

And I won't for a second let you forget how beautiful you are.

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The Tifa Stumble By TheFudgeman --

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Being a tiger shark, that means I'm the dumpster of the sea. Been thinking about how not even a month ago I stuffed myself with a bunch of food and over 450 glass marbles. God I was so stuffed.~

I had started out going a little overboard. I swallowed around 250 right off the bat in under 30 minutes. Every few swallows I'd have to lay back so the marbles could resettle and adjust in my stomach. Each swallow was met with resounding clicks and clacks as they landed on top of the already massive pile in my stomach. It was sooooo heavy sitting in my stomach pouch. 2.5 pounds of glass just pulling my stomach down. I was so noisy and rattly. Couldn't even walk without clacking. I did my usual and laid down, rolling side to side, feeling the massive pile shift around in my stomach. It's such an indescribable feeling.

The thing about swallowing indigestible objects is, if that's all you have, your stomach gets *very* angry. It senses that it can't get any nutrients out of what you fed it. You feel your stomach contract and squeeze the pile of glass fruitlessly. You get even MORE hungry. And thank God my girlfriend came over and gave me a big plate of food. I devoured all of it to help settle my poor, aching and hungry tummy.

I kept eating more throughout the day. Soon, I was stuffed to the brim. My intestines had 250 marbles circulating around. With another bundle sitting in my upper intestinal track and another few hundred in my stomach again. I was stuffed and blimped out beyond belief. I could feel the weight of marbles nestling in different parts of my body, causing a full, heavy, dull ache feeling between my midsection and the sides of my belly. It felt like I had so much gas swirling in my gut, but in reality that's just because my guts were stuffed to the brim with slow moving, solid matter.

The only down side is that there wasn't much in the way of noise after the fact because I ate real food. My only wish is I wish I had plans to be with friends. I really like having a belly full of junk that isn't supposed to be there around unsuspecting patrons :3

It was the largest amount I ever ate. I really wanna do it again. Maybe pace myself. Do 50 every hour or so starting when I get up around 10AM and when I go to sleep at 1AM. And more importantly - no real food. My belly is gonna have to suffer and growl as it angrily protests what I'm putting in it. That way I can ensure that every inch of my gut would be stuffed with 800 marbles, and I would make so much noise no matter where you touched my belly. ☺️

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winnower, clean of death

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I love this angle so much aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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i kinda get ovi now.. the feeling of being filled up against your will, so full you can't move, squeezing around it hurts, etc. etc. all the way up to the back of your throat, but you can't vomit them up, they're stretching out your intestines and pushing against the rest of your organs, shifting them out of place... pressing up to your diaphragm, stopping you from taking a full breath, crushing your heart and lungs!! and when they are ready to hatch, the squirming and the crawling as it forces you open. yeah i get it.