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I miss you Dee will you ever return to Tumblr?

Oh I'm still around darlin.

Plainly put, my style of stuffing feels more and more niche nowadays so a lot of the time I don't even feel it's worth sharing any further of my delicious scenarios here.

But rest assured, I'm still very much the same ol' decadent Dee and I am very much still around.

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Tumblr is doing some stupid AI shit so go to blog settings > Visibility > Prevent third-party sharing.

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Feeder Craving #8

my bondage urges are playing up

I want to have someone sat on a chair, legs spread, leaning forward towards a higher table with their elbows tied down to it. This way they have no real physical contact with their stomach and cant see/feel it as it later expands.

I’d have them feed themselves who large pizza till they say they are full and start to look tired. Then I would start to have my fun.

They’d have to have 2 more large pizzas and then I would use a scoop to feed them fries upon fries until they’s positively groaning with every breath.

Finally I’d help them wash it all down with a nice thick milkshake or two. Knowing, despite not being able to feel their belly on their lap, they definately feel incredibly round and heavy.

I’d then put a blind fold on them before bringing their arms around and behind their back, tying them up again. They would then be allowed to sit back and boy I bet their back will ache.

They only then can realise what a massive belly they have as gravity will help squish all that food down and around their lap.

Maybe if they ask nicely they will get belly rubs, but I want them to relish the sheer sensation of their mass first…..

…..happy valentines day my darlings

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latest mood: stuffing someone to the point they have pant to breathe only to suck them off/eat them out to the point they genuinely risk passing out because their body can't handle the over-stimulation

I'm greedy, I need you to focus me as well as all that digestion.

Your body can churn away but I'm the cause and the benefactor my work, plaything. You can breathe once I claim my reward.

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Fuck the soft bodies brainrot is strong lately.

Like when a plaything is in relative shape but the tum is soft.

God the things I'd do that body.

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Dee, you are a rare creature, and we love you all the more for it! ~Kneels before you ready for whatever comes next~

It's always adorable to hear such kind words. Thank you darling

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Thank you! One can envisage a handsy Dee being a true force of nature! As uncontainable as the belly in the too small shirt! :D

If I'm being nice, I like to caress and tease.

If I'm feeling more sadistic I carve my pointed nails along skin and dig them in as I man-handle a plaything.

If I'm feeling extra spicy I use my nails to carve my name in a playthings skin, across their gut because it's mine.

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PSA ala Dee:

For all the newer followers, I do offer to answer "asks" privately if you mention it in your message. I appreciate that not everyone wants their blog name mentioned in posts.

A few people have benefitted from this so I just wanted to make you all aware.

I'm not content focussed here right now so I'm happy to just help the community

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What would your domme have said to that big man in the cafe in suspenders? ;) Thanks!

It's not so much something I would have said, but more that I get very handsy around certain things. So in my mind I wanted to just get real close, slide the suspenders off and get reallllll intimate.

Suit suspenders drive me wild lately so that didn't help. They just frame a gut so nicely, and if you're in the wrong sized button shirt they could easily be your downfall and risk undoing buttons.

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I was at a coffee shop today between meetings and this man in a suit with suspenders (already my weakness) burped and his whole gut did that bounce and...... it was a business client. I had to behave but when I tell you I

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Call me sentimental but a night of drinking while I serve up decadent food to my plaything whose bound by chains to a table sounds cute right now.

Sure, things start normal, but eventually I convince my plaything to lie on the table and then I cuff their hands above them while I insist they clean off every plate, including the remnants from my kitchen.

I don't care if they're at their limit and wiggling to try find an angle where the pressure of gravity on their gut doesn't hurt so much. The contents of their sore gut abusing their surrounding organs.

Maybe I'll help soothe their noisy belly.

Maybe I'll just sit in a leather chair with a drink and watch them suffer.

It just sounds so cute to me. I treat my playthings so well, don't you think?

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What are you gonna do, hmmm? 😏

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If you have been around enough to know what my term playthings implies/means, you're a darling and I wish you a soft, full belly.

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I didn't realize the new tumblr desktop set up didn't show reblogs with comments/tags. I LOVE reading comments and tags. I always delight when people loose their shit in tags. Here I was thinking my stuff doesn't get much love any more.

But no, tumblr was just playing with my feelings.