Be what you want deep down inside. Fat, soft, and round. Breedable.
Imagine how much more adorable you would feel if you just gave in and gained those 50+ lbs you’ve been imagining on yourself. You’ve been putting it off out of fear that you might get too big, worrying what others around you might say as they see you outgrow wardrobe after wardrobe of clothing. You worry that your eating habits might get out of control and that you might not ever be able to stop.
You know deep down these very things are what you desire,,,,,,you want to size up, you want to feel yourself get heavier, you want to be a spectacle of greed to others, you want to indulge everyday until you are a sleepy, stuffed, horny mess. You want to look back a year from now and see just how greedy you have made yourself.
So why wait….
Be the cow you were born to be
No more imagining, no more thinking
Eat up, Give in, Soften up
I need to hear what you sound like while you cum for me
That belly looks so soft. @paperfeedee getting her liquid calories. Building something to admire.
a second milkshake has hit the north tower
Another angle from this collection. @chunkubis-xxx was so full. It was hard to keep her hands off her aching belly to take these. And her booty was looking so plump, I thought I'd share.
my love language is making you worse.
making you needier. more depraved. more pathetic. more shameless. more lustful— endlessly lustful. for my touch, and for food. i’m making you hungrier. until you’re starving. until it’s never enough. until it consumes you entirely. until you look in the mirror and don’t recognize the person pig looking back.
don’t you want to let me show you my love?
This sexy little princess needs some praise 👏
Hello friends I’m back 🎀🖤
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
That's the dream. Such a full, round belly.
imagine this.. i lug this thing around alllll day 🤭😚
@chunkubis-xxx and I want to do this with a willing participant. Any takers? She may want to get stuffed as well.
Or what about a fit couple who wants you as their plump plaything - tying you to a chair, taking turns between who puts fattening treats in your mouth to warm you up to the funnel and one who gets you off, squeezing and jiggling your ballooning fat from behind, only taking breaks because you need to finish every last drop of fat girl cream from the tube before they'll let you cum.
Talk about contrast 😅
um hello yes is there anyone that wants to do this? 🙋♀️
I want to see her get so fat. I look at her figure, and I all I can see is all the places she's going to grow. I want to be her feeder so bad. 🤤 @goddess0fgluttony I hope you see this and know that I want to make you enormous.
Jiggle jiggle jiggle 😫🥵
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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