#Fatty Couple

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Did a couples stuffing and my skirt and panties did not make it out alive

My piggy princess did so amazing~ @silliersage

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Refrigerator

I feel you leave the bed an hour or two after we stop talking. I hear your heavy footsteps plop down the hall, they almost sound like little hops. 

I slink out of bed once you’ve gone out of earshot. I avoid the squeaky board because I know my weight will cause a whine. I even had to slide out of the bed very slowly, those springs are noisy. 

I grab my camera. I’m pretty sure I know what’s coming. Today was grocery day. I bought us aaaall kinds of delicious meals, snacks, ingredients, and sweets. You helped me put it all away awhile ago, if you can classify ‘help’ as standing there looking pretty, and taking samples. 

I find you there. The kitchen is dark. The refrigerator is open, it’s white light clothes you better than any fabric ever could. The rays shoot out across your fat folds like a vast ocean. Stretch marks, dimples, cellulite…all your beautiful details are illuminated like a sunset at the coast. You’re leaned back, with one hand on the open door’s handle, and the other reaching in for more. A small, soft hand outstretched looking for treats, with a wobbly honey ham of an upper arm rippling behind it. Your soft, sagging, heavy orb of a gut hangs slightly as you lean forward. A deep overhang rests against those huge sacks of flour you call thighs. Your knees even have a little hang forming. Thick, powerful calves hold up all your lovely weight. Big, squishy, bulging hips. A stack of doughy fat rolls cover your sides and connect to truly giant back rolls, and blubbery tits. It’s all swaying like the waves as you look for something yummy. I watch your double chin and your blubbery jaw chewing and chewing. Sometimes things just completely disappear between your plump lips.

I take a few 100 photos over 10 minutes or so. She’s art.

The only sounds that can be heard are your happy little hums. Your guttural, enthusiastic swallows occasionally break up that song, along with chewing. Soft, content burps with the occasional belch also ring out.

“How much can she eat? I’ll need to go shopping again tomorrow at this rate. Maybe this will cure her insomnia?” I thought to myself.

Eventually you slow down. You let out a long sigh of contentment. Heavy breathing is the only sounds I can hear now.

A pig in her natural habitat. 

[joekie3wl]

Feeder Office Lady

[fatteencouple]

Insta: fatteencouple

[chubbibat]

My feeder wants to be bigger than me, so that means I have some catching up to do 😤

@desolatebeing

B/G content 💘

[tijeraslapiz]

Víctor

& Sven

found each other 😍🍔🍟🍕👨🏻‍❤️‍👨🏼😘😘

[heavysambino]

Idk how I got these buttoned 😮‍💨 I'm so exhausted after squeezing these on.

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✨Look who’s here!!✨

@silliersage I love you so much

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

So Little but So Big

You’ve always been so good as my perfect little girl. My perfect little princess. My perfect little baby. 

But little has never fit you. Not exactly. 

When we met, you were heavy. A real fatty. So thick. So fully featured. So completely filled out and quite frankly…giant. Huge. It was very cute, very sweet, very attractive to me. You were beyond chubby. Living strictly in tubby territory. 

I loved it. You said you could never gain any weight. You liked food. Loved desserts. But overeating? Purposefully. Deliberately gorging. Maybe once in awhile. But you’d never just eat and eat and eat. 

I respected your choice. I was the pig between us, all things considered. I am truly giant. Truly fattened. Truly overladen with fat. Layered in lard is an apt descriptor for me. 

But recently something changed. You have started eating too much every single meal. You have started sucking down burgers and donuts and cakes and soda like it’s some kind of competition. It’s almost funny. Except you literally eat more than multiple people every day, and then get so full and excited from it you have to lay down. But no one can compete with you. 

I’ve been wanting to get you some little sized food. Frozen animal shaped chicken nuggets. Happy meals. Baby food packets. The mini dinners with those small, little, cute compartments. Only a few tiny spoonfuls of Mac and Cheese. Bite sized small brownies. Just a few small mouthfuls of green veggies. They’re perfect for someone so little.

You’re too little for those daddy sized meals… but I’m wondering. How much will it take? Do I need to stock up on 10 lunchables for each lunch? Do you need entire boxes of little snacks for each day? Are you needing whole cases of juice boxes? 

Big is a fitting descriptor. Your overblown, overfed, overinflated, wobbly arms cradle a truly fat, flabby gut that has been made so overweight that it’s permanently become a fleshy, round, mountainous orb. A globular mound of solid white frosting. A heavy water balloon that has been solidly overfilled to stretching. A dollop of soft, creamy lard sitting on top of those barrel thighs. You’re the picture of gluttony.

You’re too big. You’re getting too hungry. What am I gonna do with you? I’m curious. Is 5 kid cuisines enough? Or do you need 10? Every meal? Should I start buying them out every time I go shopping? I can’t have you going hungry. 

You’re a growing girl. 

[joekie3wl]

Alexis and the Coffee Shop Muffins 3/3

[fatteencouple]

Insta: fatteencouple

[chubbycelebs]

Big Fat Boyfriends (pt 3)

“Oh Louis this get away was soo needed. It feels great to relax.”

“I can tell you’re enjoying relaxing there babes.”

”Oi I’m allowed to gain a little weight on holiday.”

“A little weight?! Tell that to the swimming shorts your fat ass can’t fit into.”

Harry and Louis had decided to take a last minute get away trip to a yacht just off the coast of southern Italy. The boys had always wanted to go, picturing themselves lying on the beach from working up a good tan on their fit bodies. What they hadn’t envisioned was their fit bodies melting away and turning into soft fat guts. This didn’t affect their dreams however. The two enjoyed their trip to the maximum, taking advantage of every thing Italy had to offer two budding tourists.

In the mornings they would walk from the docks to the local bakery where they had become quite good friends with the baker that worked there. The baker was a good looking man in his 20s, a tight tanned body that his apron hugged beautifully. They would ask for a loaf of his freshest bread and as a treat the baker would give them a little basket filled with his finest sweet treats. He’d always pass over the basket and wink at the two plump boys, examining their growing bodies. Then they would get back to their yacht and eat the whole basket plus whatever they had planned for breakfast.

The rest of the morning was filled with touching, examining and exploring each other’s bodies, feeling how the other had filled out their clothes. In the early afternoon they would return to the town to get some lunch usually eating more than any of the locals. The two boys had earned a reputation within the town, being known as the greedy British boys. The town didn’t mind it but in fact would help them out. On their way back to the yacht, where they would pass out for the remainder of the evening, the locals would give them food that they had left over. One rather large hairy Italian man had waddled over the pair with large pot of spaghetti. Louis and Harry tried to refuse but he insisted. The two of them found them selves stuffing their selves with whatever gifts they got before falling victim to a food coma till the evenings. The evenings were filled with more eating and chilling out on the boat deck looking out across the hot Italian ocean. One evening Harry was looking out at the ocean. He looked at the moon glistening on the surface of the sea. He then glanced over at his boyfriend who was lying on the deck slowly munching on some bread and olive oil as an after dinner snack. Harry saw how Louis thin summer shirt was stretched right across his soft midsection. Harry envisioned him in the ocean soaking wet with the moon light shining on his round belly. This gave him an idea.

Harry stood on the edge of the boat. He pulled off his shirt and pulled down his trunks leaving him stark naked on the end of the yacht. Louis looked up at his fattened boyfriend. His heart jumped at the sight of his belly sticking out, his soft ass cheeks almost becoming shelves and his hard cock sticking out in the darkness of the late evening. Louis stood up and pulled off his shirt. Harry smirked at him and dropped into the ocean followed by a large splash. Louis walked to the edge of the boat and saw Harry smiling up at him. Louis slipped off his trunks, wriggling to get them over his fattening thighs. He jumped in after Harry and quickly bobbed up to the surface to meet him in the moon lit sea. Harry pulled Louis closer, the guts pressed against each others. Harry slowly kissed his boyfriend’s neck working up to his ear, giving it a little nibble. He pulled away slightly whispering “I like how fucking fat you’ve gotten and I want you fatter.” With this, Harry then pulled Louis up and clothes, Louis wrapping his legs around Harry’s love handles. Louis leaned in and whispered “you have no idea how fat I want you to get. You’re gonna be huge piggy.” Harry smirks at Louis and then lowers him slightly onto his hard cock. Louis moans as Harry’s thick dick goes into him. Harry slowly starts to move Louis up and down his throbbing member whilst Louis chubby dick rubbed between their fat bellies. As Harry got quicker so did Louis. The two boys were moaning as their wet fattened bodies rubbed faster and harder together. Harry couldn’t hold it anymore and cam inside Louis fat ass filling him with hot cum leading Louis to quickly follow, covering both their bellies in his hot sticky cum. The night was filled with more kissing, fucking and feeding. This getaway was exactly what they needed to grow their waist lines.

Once the two boys returned off their getaway they truly realised the damage they had done to their figures. Their guts had ballooned, hanging over the edge of the waistband of all their trousers. The only thing they fit into was joggers. It’s the only item of clothing that can accommodate their large waistlines as well as their fattening asses. The two fat boys would stand next to each other as they got ready, struggling to fit into a single item of clothing. Watching the other barely even fit into size extra large made them so satisfied. “That trip has really done wonders for us” Louis says grabbing Harry’s underbelly and giving it a squeeze.

“It’s worked a little too well. Now we have no clothes that fit our fat assess.”

“Looks like I’ll have to get used to seeing your pig body all the time then huh fatty?” Louis said as he walked out of their bedroom in just his underwear. It cling tightly to his globe like ass cheeks showing every jiggle as he walked out. Harry, who was stuck in a shirt that was oversized just a few months ago, ripped the shirt off and chased after his large boyfriend. The pair now decided they were beyond clothes for huge bodies. Plus it made it easier to fuck after eating a huge meal.

Part 3 of my new story. Really feeling inspired to create stories again which is great!

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They met in a fast food restaurant. It was love at first bite. 🍔🍟🍕😜😘

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Reminiscing and found this blooper

I miss @silliersage so much also yes that was a fart 😌

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Carpentry

I like to work with my hands. I’m a hobby carpenter, and reupholster. I love fixing and making furniture, blue printing ideas, and trying out designs. 

I have a dream that I will constantly be fixing furniture, reinforcing ones I like, and making custom things I can’t find for my partner and me. I already threaten the physical integrity of lots of things all the time. Chairs, couches, and beds all creak beneath my weight now, and some I’ve broken. I’ve fixed a few already. 

But I’m not so worried about my weight as much as hers, and ours. 

You see, I like my women not just fat, but closer to more of a tub of lard than a lady. 300lbs, 400lbs, 500lbs all sounds quite likely for her. I like a truly overweight princess to spoil and make mine. I want her good at eating, sitting, and being on top of me. That sends our combined weight on these poor pieces of wood to 1000lbs or so.

That’s gonna break a lot of furniture. She simply must break chairs because I love when she sits. She simply must collapse a bed because we love laying there. She simply must crack couches because I love pinning her to them. 

Her comfort is my biggest concern. Not only do I want to fix or make her perfect relaxing arrangements, we are gonna need things just for us. Bigger specifications, things with leans and restraints for when we need to do something kinky, and solid back support for the massive guts we will both be carrying around. 

I want to create a home that welcomes her excess. I want to build a home that is sized for us. I want to fashion a home that fits her needs. I want to celebrate, cultivate, and embrace our growing love. I want to give us space to grow into.

We can still break things sometimes. It feels so good to shatter something weak. 

I need to fatten her. 

[joekie3wl]

Office Feeder Lady 2