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[vividly-untidy]

proposing to you and getting you the dress and ring 2 sizes up in advance, giving you some time to grow into it for the big day<3

[puddgyy]

Oof I feel like I’m gonna slip back into old habits and start putting on weight again.. I literally spent the entirety of the past two days stuffing myself and masturbating and I don’t wanna stop!!

[makehermassive]

I mean holy fuck look at her

🐖🐮🐖

[tummysmoocher]

Having this kink is so funny because You will have a crush on someone and think they are soooooo fucking hot and they will stand there and tell you that they are insecure about their body and you will have to do the equivalent of locking your brain in a straitjacket to formulate a response that sounds supportive and socially acceptable when the reality is that you would commit atrocities just to kiss their stomach ONCE. That, if given the opportunity, you would worship them like they were royalty. And you would do this in both a non-kinky way because you love them and think they are beautiful and wish that they could see themself the way you see them but also in the kinky way where it feels like there’s a feral dog inside of you that wants to sink it’s teeth into the softness of them and never let go. You have to stand there and think to yourself “you have no idea the things I would do to you. You have no idea just how desirable you are.” And it’s honestly unbearable !!!!!

[kittypudge]

there’s just something about getting plump because a partner spoils you so much. imagine meeting someone you haven’t seen in a while and watching their eyes linger on your overfed tummy while they say ‘they’re really looking after you, huh?’

[fakeversacepurse]

190lbs -> 250lbs

(18 -> 21)

I finally hit my goal weight. 190 was my smallest but since then i’ve hovered between 200 - 220ish until last autumn, when I found tumblr.

Now I am heavier than i’ve ever been and gaining insanely fast. Every day is about 4000cal minimum with a terrible habit for double cream pushing some days up to near 10000cal.

I’m addicted to the teasing and praise, just a pet for strangers on the internet to play with and fatten 💕

THEY/THEM PRONOUNS

[astrallsworld]

in the mood for someone to secretly make me gain, gaslight me and give me more food without telling me, refill my drinks and shakes while i’m not paying attention, if I ask, play dumb. Watch as all of the work you’re putting in pays off, little by little you get to watch as I fill out my clothes more and more until they’re straining to keep all of my contained in them and when I bring it up make up some excuse, they shrunk in the wash, it never my fault nor yours

i need someone to make it so I struggle to find clothes that aren’t going to hug my skin and show off every new inch of me

[trans-gainerism]

As hot as immobility is, I love the idea of waddling so much.

Being so large that my gut dominates my stance, my world revolves around it now in more ways than one. It’s as if it has its own gravitational pull, jutting out and always entering a room before me - leading the way and guiding me; So big I can always see it, unable to ignore it - so gargantuan even when it’s empty.

The soft, doughy flab that cushions my body quakes and jiggles with every movement - any touch sending waves across my expanse.

The way gravity pulls at my belly, reminding me how heavy it is as it sways between my legs; I try and heft each tree-trunk legs one in front the other, fighting against the fleshy apron that almost reaches my knees.

I’d have to sit down after a pitiful few minutes of huffing through my slow steps, resting on a creaking chair as I shove a snack in my mouth, claiming I ‘need the energy’.

I’d be a public spectacle, crowds parting for me as they wouldn’t want to be trampled by a wobbling whale.

Immobility is hot, but I love the struggle of moving under the weight I’ve burdened myself with.

Make me waddle. 😍

[vividly-untidy]

idea: ur my housewife and i feed u daily with pastries and cakes - u eventually get so wide that ur hips cant squeeze out of the front door, leaving u stuck inside the house like the fat little housewife u are for me:)

[justonemorebite]

i just love it when boys don’t realize how much they’ve really eaten.

if food is in front of them, it naturally gets shoved past their greedy, hungry lips. they reach for the pizza box only to discover there are no slices left; you ate the whole thing, hon, didn’t you know?

that’s okay. you don’t need to think anymore. let me get you something sweet for dessert.

[tummysmoocher]

Imagining him sitting on a couch under me, moaning and trying to stifle burps. He can ask me to stop but he keeps eating anyway, taking everything I put in front of his mouth. His shirt is pulled up and resting on his bloated tummy, his jeans undone and framing his lower belly perfectly. Weakly letting his head fall back as he rubs his stomach with one hand and runs the other through his hair. How I would get on my knees between his thighs just to kiss his belly everywhere, pulling little whines and gasps from his lips, my teeth nipping at the soft spot of underbelly below his navel. Enough to drive me crazy.

[fakeversacepurse]

As i’ve hit my goal weight recently i’ve had some regrets about gaining weight. I’m currently bigger than i’ve ever been and i’ve stretched my stomach to the point i have to overeat to feel satisfied.

Unwillingness and control are aspects of feedism that really do something to me so being put into such a helpless position turns me on as much as it scares me, maybe even more so.

I’m regularly disgusted by what i’ve done to my body and the shame of being fat in my day to day life is deep and painful but as soon as i open this app and i’m greeted with bodies twice the size of mine i am reminded why i do this.

I’m so scared and wish i could stop before it’s too late but deep down i know this is only the beginning.

Please praise and tease me for what i have done and who i will become, keep me addicted to fat.

Worshipping fat.

THEY/THEM PRONOUNS

[softartemisart]

temple to a god of hedonism that gradually changes those inside to best live lives of pleasure and feasting

if you visit once, and stay for only a few minutes, you might get out with only a little extra softness on your frame, easy enough to work off. if you stay for much longer, well...

theres a growing hunger in your stomach, despite not eating that long ago. but it's a temple to a god of parties and feasting - there's plenty of food available. the dishes only seem to grow more aromatic the longer you stand near them and, when you cave and try a mouthful, it's unbelievably delicious.

you're so taken with the taste, you don't notice what's happening to your body. your stomach bloats from your gorging, and then softens into a wobbling belly that tests the durability of your clothes, hanging lower and lower towards your thick thighs. leaning over the table for another plate, your ass sticks out behind you, round and cellulite-ridden. your figure is soft, swelling, a picture of indulgence.

and it's not long before the servants of this god come and show you another kind of pleasure. warm hands make contact with sensitive skin and you moan through mouthfuls of rich food. they guide you to a soft chair, lean you back, make sure your every want in this moment is fulfilled. one continues to feed you all manner of decadent desserts. several more attend to your body, removing the remains of the constricting clothes you entered in and then kissing, massaging, rubbing every growing, jiggling inch of you. your chest is squeezed, nipples toyed with. your gut is oiled and played with. once they're done teasing you, one hefts the blubbery mass up while another finally reaches between your legs.

the next day, you wake up in one of their luxurious beds, the most well rested you've ever been. you're free to leave, of course. but as the heavenly smell of breakfast finds your nose, you also notice the new set of temple robes at the end of your bed, inviting you to join their ranks