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I am so turned on by the concept of being constantly full.
I want to re-train my appetite so that the moment I am even the slightest bit less than absolutely stuffed, I get hunger pangs. And then I immediately stuff myself back up again.
I fantasize about drifting through the day in a constant state of stuffed bliss. My belly permanently bloated and straining against my clothes, puffing out around my middle. I’m always kind of food-stupid and dazed. I’m able to fall asleep anywhere, anytime (and I do) but I always wake up slightly less full. My brain interprets that as desperate hunger, and I proceed to eat way more than I need, which sends me right back into a food coma again. A delightfully vicious cycle, one that helps me get chubbier and chubbier.
Anytime I move, sit up, or change position, my tummy gurgles and rumbles, trying to adjust to its rich and heavy burden. I burp constantly, and maybe at first I try to be delicate about it, cover my mouth and mumble “excuse me,�� but sometimes they just slip out, too fast and too loud to be concealed. Or I’m too blissed-out to care or even realize how I sound. In fact, I guiltily enjoy the constant burping, as each flavorful, fragrant belch reminds me of the most recent delicious fatty goodness I stuffed myself with.
But I don’t always fall asleep. No, more often the constant fullness leaves me in a half-awake stupor. My reflexes are dangerously slow. My brain moves at a molasses pace, and my body moves even slower, shifting only to adjust my gut, breathing shallow to accommodate my eternally stuffed belly.
Just…. constant fullness. Is so good.
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You’re so stuffed, so packed with junk food and sweets, that all you can do is whine helplessly. You’re breathing heavily and you don’t think you’ll have the strength to lift your flabby body from the chair without help. All you can do for now is press your pudgy fingers delicately into the dome of your enormous tummy and let out a burp followed by a moan of relief.
You just kept eating and eating. You’ve been letting yourself go for months now, overeating at every meal. You look down at your body, and you can see all the pounds you’ve put on recently.
You’ve gone up a couple sizes in pants, and now nothing fits the way it’s supposed to. Your belly gets in the way. The rest of your body is getting pudgy too. You’ve put on about a hundred pounds and it’s all gone to your belly, thighs, hips, and butt.
You’re out of shape, because the only exercise you’ve been getting is waddling to the fridge or pantry. Stairs are getting much harder, they get you out of breath embarrassingly quickly. And even hoisting yourself from a chair is a humiliating ordeal, your fat thighs quivering with effort, your ass swaying as it’s pulled forward by the momentum of rocking your fat gut out in front of you.
Everything is an effort, even eating. You wheeze a little when you stuff your face, you eat so quickly and so fucking much that you’re out of breath constantly. You prefer to have things brought to you now, it saves you the trouble.
You can feel yourself jiggle when you move, your pants got tight and then your replacement pants got tighter still. You wear mostly sweats now with plenty of room for your impossibly big belly. And now, stuffed as you are, you need someone to take care of you, reach the bloated parts of your tummy with a soothing hand, reach under your gut to get you off.
You did so well. You gobbled down everything I put in front of you, sweet and rich. Now all that food, all that excessive eating, is catching up to you. It’s really starting to show.
You sure are a sight right now, shirt riding up on your engorged belly, pants undone and straining to contain your love handles. You jiggle as you try to sit up into a more dignified position. Your stuffed stomach protests and you wrap your arms around the gigantic curve of it.
God, you’re bloated and obese and you can barely move. And it’s so fucking hot
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Got a little hungry last night and cleared my fridge out 🤷🏻♀️
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My fatty is literally bursting out of her clothes. She still thinks these jeans fit lol
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It’s crazy just how fat I wanna be 😍😩 (includes moans of course)
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I bought some cute clothes soooooo 👀👀
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finishing off a mini cake n chugging some pop ✨
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post mini stuffing shot ft hearts to hide my female pr*senting nipples, video link next 🎂
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i might make a small video tomorrow if I’m not dying from class being out due to the fuckin weather,, probably just a small bloating video with some sparkling water n juice cause I’m fuckin broke
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yknow what’s hot? being subtly dom as a feedee,,, licking food off ur lips, winking, asking things like “is that all?” and just totally showing that you’re so aware of how ur turning ur feeder on. thats called Sexy
#feedee#belly stuffing#feederism#belly#what tags havent been killed by tumlr#and arent used for fat ppl to just Exist
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Sandwich Melt with a Poached Egg #FoodPorn . via Shia_Was_Innocent
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