#belly kink.

[chubote]

Beached on a couch I barely fit on 🐳

[housecow]

🫢🫢🫢

[dionysianchub]

It's so hot being put on all fours like this. It really shows what a flabby pig you've made of me. My sides covered in thick rolls, and this big wobbling gut hanging down so low it plops and brushes against the sheets. And even still, I dream of growing fatter, growing so large that my puddling belly makes it impossible to eat like this any longer. Just a helpless ball of lard, too fat to crawl or even reach my piggy trough. Now where's my cake?

[5ordersofnormalbread]

Having unrestricted internet access as a 12-13 year old allowed me to see images like these. And seeing things like these made me discover some things about myself

[astuffedbirbbackup]

🖤🖤🖤

[gldchf22]

feeling big!

277 pounds of lard!

[gainhound]

Also whilst I'm at it, can I interest you in some stretch marks? 😌

[fatty2degrade]

my stretch marks be popping 🤭 first time posting on tumblr AND without a filter on !! hope you guys like what you see <3

[chubote]

Tried on an old favorite shirt of mine from a few years ago. Beware of flying buttons…

[bloatedwriter]

This shirt does(n’t) fit me pt 1.

Waking up, my hands fell upon my soft gut. My hands instantly filled with thick flesh, slightly distended from the night before. Stuffing my belly has become a nightly ritual now, seeing how much food I can pack into my tight stomach. Until my belly is stuffed full with as much take out and sweets that I can handle. I haven’t weighed myself in weeks and I know the scale with scream at me when I check next. I can feel it, hanging from my frame like a weight. My stomach seems to have taken the most damage, overly bloated and distended from my body at all times lately. Today I decided to push my limits though, see how much I can eat, until my belly aches it’s so full. Heading to the kitchen I plop myself down, enjoying the way my belly slaps against my lap and open my phone, eager to order. 3 restaurants later and 2 pizza places I decide to stop there and wait for my meals. Heading to my room I put on a red plaid button up, the buttons just reaching across my stomach. The doorbell rings and I’m relieved to find my first order of pizza arrived, two large pizzas and a 2 litre of cola. Sitting down on the couch, I spread out the boxes and open my drink, chugging almost half the bottle to start. I could feel my stomach already expanding from the carbonation, just slightly. After the first large pizza my belly was begging for more, growling and screaming at me to pack it full. The second pizza didn’t last long. The drivers for the rest of my pizzas arrived as I finished the last slice, starting to feel the weight of my belly. Heaving myself up to pay was a small struggle, but worth the effort as two more delivery men arrived with bags. I got to sit down again with 2 more medium pizzas, wings, two burger combos with milkshakes and a family size order of spaghetti. My mind on auto pilot, I found myself eating quickly, the food disappearing into my packed stomach. When I got to the dish of spaghetti, I was slowing down and needed breaks to breath, hardly able to get a deep inhale from how tightly stuffed I was. Nearing the end of the noodles I was groaning and holding my aching belly. It was laying fully on my lap now, a round orb stretching my shirt tight across it. The buttons still frustratingly holding on. Then the doorbell rang, my last order, a larger order of fried rice and 3 sushi rolls. I don’t even know if I can stand at this point, my weighted gut holding me down. Calls of “just a second!” Seemed to be ignored as I hold my hard belly and force my fat body up. My gut hangs forward and I can only hold one hand on it for support while the other goes to my back. I look pregnant and almost full term at this point, I’m even waddling. When I finally get to the door I’m panting and holding my belly with both hands, the driver is about to tell me off for making him wait when he sees my gut. His mouth hanging open slightly wider and his eyes falling on the wide spread of my packed stomach. “Sorry I took so long…” I pant, still holding my belly, my legs spread wide. “That’s okay… really” he mumbles, still staring at my gut and holding the bag of food. Catching my breath, I notice how his eyes bounce with my belly as I take sharp breaths in and out. The motion very visible on my tightly packed belly. Finally catching on, I smirk and groan softly, rubbing a hand over the top of my gut. “Sorry, I think I may have eaten too much, can’t let this go to waste though, right?” He simply nods, dumbfounded and staring, and then hands over the bag. “Would you, want to come in?” I ask, feeling bold and curious “help me finish this?” Grabbing his arm seems to snap him out of it, and he blinks rapidly, before smirking and following me in. I make a big show of sitting slowly and struggle to position myself down. He all but throws himself down beside you, his hands hovering between my belly and the bag of food now on the coffee table. “Please feed me” I say, hands finding my stomach, I feel hungry again despite the size of myself. He doesn’t take long to open the box and produce the first sushi roll, guiding it to my mouth and forcing a huge bite.

[dionysianchub]

Good morning~ 💜 Hope you have something for a hungry boy, cause Piggy's feeling ravenous. 😘

[astuffedbirb]

xx

[moooodycow]

trade offer

you receive: a fat fuckpig, i receive: food

[gainhound]

I don't think I can wear this shirt out anymore-

[chubote]

Caught pants down in the kitchen on this Thick Thursday 🍑