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fat vanity ♥️

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Im feeling big tonight🐮💕

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After Hours

Hi, baby. I’m so glad to see you tonight. Work was so long and boring and all I could think about was you.

I know, I know, it’s a little late. You eat yet? No no, that’s fine, I’m glad you did. You-oh, you ate my plate, too? That’s okay, as long as it didn’t go to waste. I actually picked something up on the way home anyway. Yep, the taco joint on the corner. Don’t worry, I got more than enough for us both—just in case. I know how greedy you can be.

No no no, baby, I like it. I promise. You’re so cute when you pout, when you whine for treats. Oh, you’re full though? Okay, no worries, I’ll just leave them riiiiiiight here on the counter. Yep, by the toaster. The greasy brown bag, yes. Let me go take a shower real quick. Then we can unwind. Sound good?

Where’d the bag go? I was only gone for a few minutes, did you—? Aw, baby, you ate them? Weren’t you already full? But they were good, huh? Oh my gosh you poor thing, you look stuffed. Come here, let me take care of you. Gosh you feel so tight. Baby, are you sure that’s all you ate tonight? I don’t know, I don’t think some puny salad and a couple tacos could fill your tank.

Your gut feels so smooth. You want rubs? Of course, sweetheart—lean back. Here, pull down your waistband-there we go. Oh my gosh you feel ready to pop. What’d you really eat? McDonald’s on the way home, then a little chips and dip? Mm, I bet that was good. Maybe you’re so bloated from the salt. Ooh, that’s a new stretch mark beneath your navel. Wait—three? Look at you, baby, you’re a little sugar bandit, aren’t you? No need to lie, I saw that pink box out in the garage, too.

None of that tided you over, did it? No, of course not. I’m so sorry. That’s it, move your undies. Scoot back a little—there we go. Damn, you’re so wet. No, no, I like it. It turns you on being so full, huh? You like then I rub this fat butterball, don’t you? Aw, don’t lie—you’re practically purring. I love it, too, baby. It’s so sexy, jiggling heavily in your lap. God, it’s so tight, too. I could use it as a drum. The underside is so soft, too. I love grabbing handfuls down there, just like this.

No, no, I didn’t forget your bellybutton, baby, don’t worry. Oh, you’re squirming. You like when I finger it, poking deep as I can? That’s right, keep moaning. Let it out, baby. You’re so fucking cute when you come undone like this. Arch you back, stick that fat little pot belly out. It feels good when I give it some love, doesn’t it? I know it hurts a little—I didn’t tell you to eat all of this. We wouldn’t be here if you weren’t such a porker.

I know, it’s so hard to resist though, isn’t it? You can’t help it, can you? Everything’s so delicious around here, and so cheap. It’d be stupid not to take advantage of it.

But it’s more than that, isn’t it, baby? Mm, keep fucking my hand, there’s a good girl/boy/x. Every time you try and hump your ass jiggles and it’s turning me on. I know you can feel my arousal.

That’s right, you like stuffing yourself, don’t you? You love stretching that poor, abused stomach of yours, filling it with fattening treats low on nutrition but high in bulk, huh? It must feel so good losing all inhibitions and cramming food down your throat. Every bite makes your insides ache, but in a good way. Even when you eat so much and feel sick it just take a little time to hit that sweet spot, doesn’t it? Where your taut tummy can’t be sucked in and weighs so heavy on your frame you have to waddle. I love your waddle, baby—it’s so fucking cute watching you groan and lumber around the house whining for attention.

Know what would be hot? Get fatter, baby. Come on, let your ass and hips widen just like your dimpled thighs. Get so soft and round. Eat as much as you want, baby—I won’t stop you. I love seeing your gut coated with more and more luscious, mouthwatering fat. It makes me want to worship it, massage it, kiss and lick such plump skin. Maybe even try and fuck your bellybutton, huh? Don’t be embarrassed, I’ve seen your browser history—I know you’d like to try. Keep going and we’ll try it. I’ll shake your middle while I’m at it, slap it, knead it. Shove more food down your throat, make you cry with pleasure and pain. Let you get lost in a frenzied, cellulite filled fantasy.

You need that, don’t you, baby? Come on, feel yourself. Feel that quivering blubber. That’s all you, sweetheart. I’ll keep feeding you, don’t worry. You’re never going to have an empty stomach again, I promise.

Mm, yes, cum for me. Cum for this big fat belly. There we go. I’m so proud of you. What a workout, huh? Your panting is so cute. Your tummy still hurts? Of course I’ll keep rubbing it, patting and jiggling it. Anything for my greedy little pig.

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divine obesity

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Overfed bimbo vibes

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McDonald’s stuffing for you all, also face reveal lol 😳

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Thick as heck

I deserve some burgers in this belly

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had a rly good funded stuffing today and I just want to share this before pic ♡ I already look pretty well fed in it lol 💕

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Just a reminder: You're not gross, disgusting, ugly, or worth less because of indulging in feederism. You're hot af! *smirk*

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How about instead of bimbofication, it was blubberfication? You get lazier and greedier and obviously fatter until you're a giant greedy mass of fat that only thinks of growing

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The princess urge to get every single thing that I want

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this piggy belly was made to be stuffed full of taco bell

(full stuffing vid on my OF! 🐷)

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Oh to be someone's kept piggy housewife that wears an apron and nothing else while I graze on snacks around the house in between meals that are already made to feed three or four

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It’s the little things

It’s the little things about being fat.

The growing distance between your fingers and hip bone when you palm the underside of your belly.

The bottom edge of your glasses resting more and more comfortably on your inflating cheeks.

No matter how hard you try, not being able to shift enough belly to look down at your growing inner thighs.

As if you thought your torso wasn’t round enough — looking at photos of yourself from behind and seeing just how much back fat you have now.

Resorting exclusively to ankle socks because anything taller has begun to constrict your calves.

Growing an unnatural bulge of fat on your upper back and neck.

Forget stairs making you out of breath. How about walking from one room to another?

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I want to be so big, it’s embarrassing.

I want to go to a restaurant and barely fit in a booth because the table squishes my belly, and have to pretend I don’t care how noticeable it is.

I want to have to stiffle a grunt whenever I stand up, so as to not look like I’m struggling.

I want to have to avoid laying down on the ground because my heavy gut might pin me down, and simply trying to get up would make me look helpless.

I want to have to make my friends wait when we go out to eat because I ordered enough to fill myself up, and it’s just that damn much!

I want to sit on a three person couch and make it impossible for more than one other person to sit next to me.

I want to have to make others wait for me before we go out as I struggle to get my shoes on.

I want to have to make everyone go to the mall so I can Maybe find clothing that fits me.

I want to go to the fair and have to sit out every once in awhile because I won’t fit in the rides.

I just want people to notice how big I am, and be as comfortable talking about it as I am, even if it’s teasing 😚.

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but I'm stuffed!! I couldn't possibly eat anymore 🥺🥺