Mmm... yes please.
When the pregnancy helps you reach goddess status 😮💨😮💨
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🎀 Good girls 🎀
Have round jiggly bellies
Need to eat candy every day
Can't fit their asses and/or hips in chairs
Are fat
Play with their fat absentmindedly
Pull their bellies from pants
Get out of breath going to the fridge
I am a good girl 🎀🐽
fuck i’ve been trying to resist overindulging because it’s getting a little harder to walk to my classes but i stumbled across your account this morning and now i’m sitting in lecture with my pants unbuttoned under my big sweater because i completely overstuffed myself in the dining hall just before. i love that it’s getting harder to resist though, and i wont lie and act like i wasn’t incredibly turned on having to waddle into the classroom today… love love love your encouragement posts <3
Thank you! I'm so flattered that you enjoy them so much. I'm also proud of you for filling up before class. It's hot to imagine someone is out there, sitting in class stuffed to the brim and turned on because of me. I'd be happy to encourage you personally anytime. 😉 Shoot me a DM. I'd be happy to chat.
Who wants this?
Everyone has a breaking point.
You're on your knees, your eyes watering, begging me to stop. Your poor belly is oh so red, hanging and bloated beyond what I ever thought possible. You're begging me to stop, yet each new bite I bring to your lip, you don't resist.
"So you can keep going?"
A certain point that all logic goes out the window...
Only now that I've said that you start to pull back.
"Come on now, open your mouth."
...and the only thing that matters is satisfying hunger deep inside you.
It takes little effort for me to push the fork between your trembling lips. I smile as I watch you swallow it. Such an obedient pig.
I know you won't resist forever.
"Oh, it was so easy to get that down your throat. You barely tried to resist, which means we can keep going."
I can see that hunger growing, underneath that cute little expression of desperation. Perhaps just one more little push.
You look at me with eyes like a puppy. I don't give you a chance to respond before placing a firm grip on your cheeks. With a gentle squeeze, I force your mouth open and shove another bite inside. In that moment, your eyes roll back, your cheeks flush and I watch as your entire body shivers with a wave of pleasure.
There it is...
"Did that get you nice and worked up? Are you going to be a good pig for me now?"
You stare at me with lustful eyes as you lean into eagerly take the next bite.
"What a good pig I've molded you into. Let's see how much more you can really eat."
Something about cow print just has me in a chokehold
Moo… or whatever..🐄🎀
I ate way too much Mac and cheese so I know I’m gonna be crying in lactose intolerance later
Don’t Blame Me:
Since we met you’ve gained weight. You were a small, petite little thing with a tiny waste, visible hip bones, and perky little breasts. Your clavicle had always been defined, and society called you “pretty”. You were the standard. You fit in. Your size was available in every store, and everything you wore fit like it was made for you. But not anymore.
Since we met, you’ve gained a considerable amount of weight. None of your old clothes fit, your once prominent hip bones have all but disappeared, and that oh so defined clavicle has been swallowed up by your fleshy mounds of breast tissue and fat. Your arms are big and soft, and your thighs rub and have cellulite. Your belly hangs over your waistband and sits high and full between your ever growing breasts. You no longer fit the mold of Society’s standard. You have to custom order clothes, bras never fit, and you continue to spill out of everything you wear. You did this.
“You made me fat." you say. But no, I only told you it was okay to eat what you wanted, and said it was fine to have seconds, thirds, maybe more. I told you I thought you were pretty. As you grew, I played with your soft tummy and poked fun as you wondered where it came from. You enjoyed it when I squeezed your rolls and slid my fingers between your folds. You loved the attention. The stares you got from people outside as your shirts rode up made you smirk. The way your soft parts bounced and wobbled made you blush... It turned you on when you were so full that your newfound belly was taught with food. You did this.
I only encouraged you. I touched your body, I made you feel good. I called you my “Pretty Princess” and pet names that made you feel loved. I bought you clothes when yours no longer fit. I cooked more food when you ran out. I found new recipes for you to enjoy. I bought your favorite snacks in bulk. You want it? I’ll get it for you. You’re hungry? Here’s my ice cream. Let me get you a spoon. Oh, you want to try that? I’ll have it delivered! “I love you” I said. “You’re soft.” And “You give the best hugs.” Every night, you would fall asleep with me holding your full belly. Every time you got a bellyache, I was there to rub and massage you. I didn’t make you fat. You did.
I sat and watched as you ate. I watched you get soft and round. I adored the way your hips got wide, your bosom grew, and your belly swelled. I thought it was cute, the way you seemed to nestle into your body as it enveloped you. You looked happy. Content. I wanted to support you. But *I* didn’t make you fat. *I* didn’t force you to eat. I merely handed you the fork.
Don’t blame me.
-bigwhiteguy
@chunkubis-xxx..... we're gonna do this.
Roll a d20 to get your challenge for the day
Breakfast stuffing: get a dozen donuts and eat every last one (if it's Krispy Kreme make it 18).
Worth the weight: hop on the scale and take a picture of the number. Do it again at the end of the day. Share the results (and impress whoever you share it with)
Moisturize Me: get comfy, get naked, and get in touch with your body as you slowly lotion every inch of yourself.
Consequences: for every 200 steps you take today you need to eat 1000 calories. Be mindful of how much you're moving your body.
Planks: set a timer for 3 minutes and get in plank position. Every time you have to pause the timer for a break is another 500 calories you need to eat today (make it 1000 if you're under 200 pounds).
Pizza party: get a large pizza and finish the whole thing (make it 2 if you get thin crust)
Low Hanging Fruit: Get on all fours and take a picture. Show someone how low your belly is hanging these days.
Self care day: get comfy and surround yourself with your favorite snacks. Relax today and graze while doing all your favorite low effort activities.
Probable pounds: Roll 2d4. You need to weigh that much more (in pounds) before you stop eating tonight.
Empty calories: get at least 2500 calories from drinks today (you're probably going to want a milkshake or 2)
Extra large thighs… I mean fries: treat yourself to your favorite fast food and make sure it's over 5000 calories (it's okay if that means you need to treat yourself for 2 meals, you deserve it)
Find your max: count calories and stuff yourself until you physically can't anymore. That's your max. If you've already done this once, make sure to beat your last score.
Quiet contemplation: turn off all media and set a timer for 10 minutes. I want you to lay down, get comfy, close your eyes and just spend this time exploring your body. Has it gotten bigger? Softer? Where do you feel most sensitive?
Touch yourself while you stuff yourself: get in touch with your hedonistic side by masturbating while you eat. Don't cum until you've had at least 2000 calories.
The best shape you'll ever be in: do as many situps or pushups (your choice) as you can. Subtract that number from 20 and then multiply by 500. That's your calorie goal for today (if it's a negative, multiply by -1 and add 2000 calories)
Just Desserts: in addition to your normal meals today, you're going to eat at least 2500 calories of desserts.
Cupcake game: find your favorite piece of feedist porn/fic/etc. Every time you start getting turned on, eat a cupcake. No touching yourself until you've finished all of them. (This works best with longer stories/videos)
This still fits: put on your tightest clothes that still “fit” (you can actually get them on your body) and take a picture from whatever angle makes you look fattest. Post it if you feel comfy or share with someone privately.
It's about the process: cook your favorite recipe and eat the whole thing for one meal. The dishes can be future-you’s problem. Just enjoy yourself for now.
Double trouble: Roll 2 more times and do both!
I think so...
Reblog if you think I made the right choice 🥹
Rebloging for future inspiration.
It has become very clear to me that very few of you actually understand how to write a quality belly rub beyond just the obligatory “hand goes on round object and makes a circle.”
This is a travesty. This must be corrected immediately.
so I’m here to help with that today [holds up a clipboard] let’s get started.
The tummy is...?
swollen • stretched • tight • bulging • packed • heavy • grumbling/rumbling/gurgling • churning • stuffed • uncomfortable • sated • warm • rounded • bloated • distended • queasy • snug • achy
stop with this bland “big,” “round,” “gurgly” nonsense! those words are fine but use them sparingly. More personality! Better descriptors!
The caretaker...
touched • rubbed • kneaded • massaged • stroked • smoothed their palm over • felt with their fingers • worked against a cramp • chased away a twinge • soothed a tight spot • eased the ache • patted • pressed • held
They did this...
with broad circles • small circles • back and forth • under the curve • over the curve • against the side • atop the crest • under the ribs • around the navel • across the lower belly • soothingly • encouragingly • with amusement • in concern
If I see anyone daring to use the abominations “poked” or “prodded” on a Tummy In Need, I will personally come to your blog and arrest you.
The belly owner...
groaned • grunted • huffed • wheezed • hummed • murmured • hiccuped • belched/burped (or stifled one) • sighed • moaned • whimpered • arched into the touch • squirmed • shifted • stretched out • looked dazed • looked relieved • grimaced • relaxed • melted • cuddled closer • shrank away • rolled over • blushed
yes they are are part of this equation too!! The tummy is a vital, precious part of the person who owns it; Do Not leave them out of this. the way their belly looks/sounds is irrelevant if they don’t feel and react accordingly!
Hopefully you are now Armed and Ready to go out and Write Those Good Rubs! Godspeed to you all — have fun!
33M Straight, He/Him. Hedonistic Daddy dom, into soft and hard feeding, BDSM, Behavior modification... etc Polyamorous feeder with @chunckubis-xxx ~$FeederFund~
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