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romanticise your body

your trans body

your disabled body

your fat body

everything about yourself that you've been told to hate

love yourself in spite of it

the way you exist is amazing

I think body worship goes in hand with soft feedism, admiring and loving their bigger body, gently tracing with my fingertips the new and old stretchmarks while I whisper how ravishing and lovely they look, giving their belly a gentle squeeze and kneading softly, just soft intimacy. Even if they are not gaining weight, I would love to shower them in love and compliments because they exist and are pretty

This is why it’s so important for parents to support their trans kids.

the amount of ppl who post feedism content on here that are still posting with their mcdonalds …. girl the boycott!!!! its actually kind of sickening to see :( and i know i haven’t been actively posting abt palestine on here but thats bcz i haven’t been active here really at all :( but all i will say right now is

if you dont stand with palestine/ “neutral” on genocide/ are a zionist HARD BLOCK ME

ok thanks :)

legit I’m so fucking tired and I just want a warm chest to lay on, my hair played with, and forehead kisses so I can have a decent rest

AWW YEA

-Admin Kai

are you ready for the rewrite of my roommate is a feedee?

the amount of ppl who post feedism content on here that are still posting with their mcdonalds …. girl the boycott!!!! its actually kind of sickening to see :( and i know i haven’t been actively posting abt palestine on here but thats bcz i haven’t been active here really at all :( but all i will say right now is

if you dont stand with palestine/ “neutral” on genocide/ are a zionist HARD BLOCK ME

ok thanks :)

A Helping Hand (Seokjin)

Fat feeder Seokjin publishes a feedism cookbook.

They're all his own recipes. "Lovingly made and self-tested!" He pats his belly proudly. "Every recipe is delicious and specially designed to fatten." Seokjin beams. "Whether it's for you or a loved one, you'll swell with success!!"

Over the years of gaining himself and helping countless feedees, Jin has carefully crafted all of his recipes, modifying them specifically for gaining. He imparts his years of knowledge and experience for eager gainers, for singles and couples alike.

His feedees have always seen instant results, and now he wants to share his feeding methods. Jin has always been enamored with how each person gains fat differently, and he's become skilled through the years of altering his cooking depending on what type of chub his feedee (or himself) wants to encourage.

Jin's cook book is curated with the most successful recipes for different kinds of growth. He has the book broken up into recipes organized by what type of fat the reader wants to gain. Instead of "breakfast, mains, sides, desserts", his book is organized by the results the reader wants, with chapter headings like: "Soft Squish; Face and Double chin; Belly; Firm Fat; Love Handles; Arms and Chest; Bottom Heavy; Curves and Rolls; and 'Great for Beginners!'"

It's incredibly obvious how much his book is a labor of love, backed with impressive experience. Jin has tons of notes written in the pages explaining how each recipe settles into different types of fat depending on the ingredients, and lists of what to eat and when if someone wants a whole-body balanced gain rather than focusing on growing one area.

Jin writes in his book things like, "this dessert is great for a plump, jiggly lower belly." And on another "this burger will help thicken up anyone who is lusting after firm fat. Pairs excellent with fizzy beer. Great for gas!"

Aside from the indulgent recipes and nuggets of knowledge, the photos in the book are to die for. Jin spent months perfecting them so each page makes the reader's mouth water and motivates them to try cooking it themselves. Everything looks so decadent and delicious. Even Jin thinks that his book is irresistible.

The portions are strategically just the right size to leave a feedee comfortably full. Jin doesn't want them hurting. His recipes work because of how calorie-heavy they are. Everything is carefully sized to slowly grow a feedee's stomach and appetite. To make their belly push out warm and rich after their meal so they're satisfied and full of the most fattening cooking they've ever had, but not so heavy as to be in pain.

People can get results that they want by following different recipes. Creamy desserts for rich belly fat and curves. Hearty, greasy savory food for thick guts and fat hips. Pastries and pies for bottom heavy babies. Salty snacks for helping out a doubled chin. And whole feast to share on holidays when feedees get together.

Jin usually accompanies each recipe with instructions for after eating too. They never stop at "enjoy!" They are filled with tips and tricks that Jin has found most effective in his years of feeding.

"You'll want to lay down and nap after this one, so best to have it at night. Did you know that you get fatter if you fall asleep on a full tummy!"

"Eat this one slowly. It's tempting to chow down, but it's incredibly rich. This should be halved (and shared 😏)."

"These sugary pancakes are designed to stuff you with calories but then leave you hungry in just an hour. Pair with a hearty, greasy burger so your tummy doesn't get rumbly."

"Eat this one as quickly as possible so you can fit seconds in before it expands in your stomach. Have a friend on hand for belly rubs. You'll need it for this one."

Jin includes 'weekly meal plan' examples with specifically designed diets for small gainers, ones for big gainers, and one for the incredibly motivated piggies. He's perfected each one. Jin balances out the recipes so they don't feel ill, but steadily fill out and fatten up.

Jin doesn't just stop at print copies. He's launching the first ever cook book specifically designed to help people thicken up rather than lose weight, and he spares no expense. He wants his book to be encouraging and become a safe space for anyone trying to gain. He even designs a website linked in his cookbook where people can post their experience. He creates an online community where people can say which recipes they love and how effective they are. They update their progress and can even send in questions to Jin, who always replies with encouragement and teasing. He develops a whole collection of piglets who happily post when they're fattening up and how much they love Jin's cooking.

Every morning, Jin sits down with a cup of coffee and reads through the new posts on his website. He beams at how he's helping so many people get comfortable and fat. Jin comments on as many posts as he can, praising them and leaving tips for how to best plump up. There's so much demand for new recipes as Jin's piggies graze through his cook book and steadily fatten, that Jin starts a streamed cooking show where each month, one of his lucky fans is invited to join him.

Jin always introduces the guest feedee like they're his personal feedee. Beforehand he learns about them (they have to fill out a long quiz he made so he can get to know them, and they can all consent to the stream), and then he can host his cooking show like this excited little chubby is his own personal favorite pet that he gets to spoil and pamper for a whole evening.

He whips up a brand-new personalized recipe each month and explains how this meal will help the feedee get the results they're craving. His audience comes to the cooking show for the new recipes of course, but they stay the entire stream to watch the lucky feedee get stuffed with their own, specially-designed fattening meal by Jin.

After dessert, Jin always makes sure that his feedee is treated like royalty. He rubs their belly while they're full and sated on the couch, and tells the audience how many calories are in the feedee's belly right now. How many pounds they can expect to gain in the next few days. He does some math while patting their plump gut and making sure that his cooking is settling in comfortably.

Jin spoils his viewers so well. They keep coming back to the streams in hope that they'll be the lucky one randomly picked for the next month's cooking and stuffing episode. While the food is the main event, everyone drools as their favorite round feeder grows bigger with each season.

Just came back from reading it

YALL I CANNOT ITS SO SO SO SO GOOOOOODDDDDDDDD OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Jimin’s a little vain. Yoongi’s a lot chubby. When they’re set up on a blind date, Jimin initially plans to let Yoongi down easy, but instead ends up smitten.

So smitten, in fact, that he can’t stop thinking about Yoongi’s body. Or how he’d look with a body like Yoongi’s.

part 5 of 21 days of chubby bts, yoonmin featuring bored pianist jimin, chubby hip-hop producer yoongi, and a fateful blind date for the mutual weight gain prompt

Just came back from reading it

YALL I CANNOT ITS SO SO SO SO GOOOOOODDDDDDDDD OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Jimin’s a little vain. Yoongi’s a lot chubby. When they’re set up on a blind date, Jimin initially plans to let Yoongi down easy, but instead ends up smitten.

So smitten, in fact, that he can’t stop thinking about Yoongi’s body. Or how he’d look with a body like Yoongi’s.

part 5 of 21 days of chubby bts, yoonmin featuring bored pianist jimin, chubby hip-hop producer yoongi, and a fateful blind date for the mutual weight gain prompt

I am non-binary so I sure hope so

-Admin Kai

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

I'm SCREECHINGGG

Bulking Gone Right~

Muscle chub Jungkook analyses his reflection, enjoying the culmination of weeks of hard work staring back at him. He's so thick and strong. But there's that one new thing that draws his attention and makes a spark heat up inside of him.

He pets down his belly and blushes, enjoying the thickening layer of fat that has been filling him in recently. He's been eating loads of carbs and drinking protein shakes for his gym's annual bulking challenge. All he's doing is following his personal trainer's instructions and the meal guide that was designed just for him. Except now, with his beefed biceps and thighs, he nibbles his lip with hot cheeks at the softness in his tummy. He's always been thicker, 'built strong and hearty,' as his grandmother says.

But this seems more than hearty. His abdomen has a generous layer of squish that he can sink his fingertips into. His chest is puffed up with the new muscle, and his thighs look borderline massive, his personal goal is now met for having killer legs. But in between his chest and thighs... there is a large chubby belly. He turns to examine his profile, running his palm down the front of his middle again and taking in just how much his tummy is pushing out. It's so soft and supple. His skin is silky from being stretched with the new addition to his thick frame. His tummy is full and almost, almost rests comfortably over the waist of his sweatpants. There's definitely potential for it. He bounces on the balls of his feet and his belly gives a little jiggle, especially the bottom round part that wraps around his waist. His squishy middle bulges up where his elastic squeezes him, and he can't help but run his hands around the pool of pudge and give himself little pinches.

Shit, he'd never thought that he would have liked this.

But he feels so strong, so big, so solid. He smiles down at his tummy and gives it a happy pat, sending another little ripple through him as his belly absorbs the shock of the movement, even up to the very top of his padded upper-stomach, which has always been lean. That feeling sparks heat in the pit of his stomach as pleasure blossoms like a flower. He swallows and pats himself again, enjoying the soft jiggle inside of him. The rich chub lining his belly feels so good in his hands.

A prickling desire to shove a massive dinner into his mouth arises. His eating schedule does say that tonight is a free night... he can have whatever he wants. The thought of thick creamy pasta and buttery garlic bread creeps in, and the warmth in his belly encourages him in his daydream. Carbs are good. Carbs are vital fuel for his weightlifting. His muscles need the energy, and his belly... well, his belly could handle a hefty meal or two. There's still room to grow, and truthfully, he wouldn't mind if this luxurious weight thickened up a bit. The image of his belly creased and sitting plump over his waistband happily comes into the forefront of his mind, and he licks his lips hungrily.

Getting a little fat wouldn't hurt, right? Especially if it feels so good. There's nothing in his exercises that say fat is bad. Fat is healthy. It's important. His body needs it. He nods to himself in the mirror, convinced and determined.

If his tummy wants to chub up as a result of his muscles bulking, then by all means, he's going to encourage it.

GOLLLYYYYYYYYYY

Weight Gain Denial

Jungkook looks down at his belly, and he can admit that yeah it looks a little bit swollen... and yeah sure, okay, his tummy is kind of pushing out a lot. But that doesn't mean he's fat. His stomach has just been happy recently. That's it. The food has been so yummy and heavy, and his body is just telling him that it's happy. His stomach gives a little growl, as if reading his thoughts, and he brings a hand to the rest on the crest of his belly, ignoring how his fingers sink in. The bare skin is so velvety soft, stretched, and warm.

"You're just a happy little tummy, aren't you?" He says to his middle, round and distended from his huge lunch. His belly gurgles again, he can feel it under his palm.

"Awh, baby," he cooes, giving his middle a loving pat, "I gave you too much to eat didn't I? Kookie's sorry."

He starts a soothing rub into the tight swell of his belly, massaging both hands into the area that's getting a little bit achy. His stomach protests at the sheer amount of food he gobbled down not ten minutes ago, practically gurgling underneath his fingers. Pressure bubbles up and a burp escapes him, releasing some of the tightness, but making a blush rise to his cheeks.

All of the empty food boxes are still on the coffee table in front of him. He unsuccessfully suppresses another burp, releasing some more tension inside of him, and pats his belly in reassurance, looking back down at how round he is.

"You did such a good job," he can't help but smile. His tummy looks so good like this, so full and well-fed. "Such a good tum, holding all that delicious food and getting so big and pretty." He pats his belly once more in praise, enjoying the gurgle it gives in response. He giggles at the rumbly noises, like his stuffed tummy is talking back to him. He listens to the rumbles of his overfed stomach, nodding in agreement.

"I did a good job too, didn't I?" He sighs in satisfaction, his middle feeling so wonderfully heavy. "Ate so much," he looks around at the plethora of empty containers, a bit shocked at how much food he packed into himself so quickly. He had been hungry.

He licks his lips, thinking about how delicious it had all been. He can clean the mess up later. For now, he just wants to enjoy how good his tummy feels in his hands. This had quickly become one of his favorite things... filling his tummy so well that it got a little angry back at him. It growls again in protest, bubbling under his hands.

"Not hungry anymore, are you?" He grins at his distended curved belly. Earlier, it had been gnawing at him and demanding food, and now it's just the way he loves: full, round, and heavy.

He sighs in happiness, the food beginning to settle and not hurting quite so much, probably thanks to the massage he gave himself. He grabs his discarded T-shirt next to him and pulls it back on, forcing the fabric down over the bulge of his middle. His shirt is stretched dangerously tight, not just around his tummy but it's getting smaller everywhere. Jungkook hauls himself up to go plop into bed for a long nap. He has to cradle his full middle and gives a little huff at how taut his skin feels once he's standing.

"Jeez, okay, maybe a little bit too much," he cups his thick belly as he glares at the boxes littering the coffee table, like it's their fault that he stuffed himself.

Walking back to his room seems like so much work, but he goes, knowing that his bed is more comfortable than the couch. The heavy steps and movement shift everything in his middle and he has to stop in the doorway to his room, clutching the doorframe and accidentally letting out a loud, painful belch. "Fuck, ow," he presses a hand into the tight swell of his upper stomach and apologizes to his poor tummy for real this time. "Sorry. Hopefully sleeping some of this off will help out." He waddles over the rest of the way to his bed, collapsing down and sighing in bliss that his packed belly is so much more comfortable laying back than it is standing.

"Ah, that's so much better," he shuts his eyes and enjoys the deep-seated heaviness, so comfortably weighing him down into the mattress. He can't help but bring his hands to feel how his belly pushes up, round and full and everything that he loves. "That's it," he hums happily, feeling drowsy and syrupy. One hand rests on the top firm swell of his stomach, and the other below, over the divot of his belly button and acting as a comfortable weight on the crest of his distended belly. Pleasure bubbles inside of him at how good he feels, his tummy so wonderfully full and warm. The area under his palm is a bit squishy, and even though he's stuffed, the bottom of his tummy feels wonderfully supple.

He peeks open his eyes, looking down at the rounded curve of his middle. He's not sure if he's ever noticed that before. How his belly feels so thick and soft underneath his hand resting at the bottom. He gives a little squeeze to the delectable plushness, a soft smile pulling up the corners of his lips. Yeah, his tummy must be really happy these days, if he's feeling bloated this quickly deep in his belly from his big lunch. Cause that's what it is, of course, there's no other explanation for why his tummy could be pushing out that far before the food settles inside of him and works down. He flops back, enjoying it, and gives his belly another little pat of praise, chalking up the immensely pleasurable jiggly feeling inside of him to just being bloated.

Because he's not fat. His tummy is just happy that he's eating well. Just because he loves to indulge in this delicious heaviness doesn't mean that his belly is growing. If he happens to feel a bit plump right now it's just because he's distended from a massive lunch, nothing else. Because he'd know... he'd know if he was getting fat, right?

GOLLLYYYYYYYYYY

Weight Gain Denial

Jungkook looks down at his belly, and he can admit that yeah it looks a little bit swollen... and yeah sure, okay, his tummy is kind of pushing out a lot. But that doesn't mean he's fat. His stomach has just been happy recently. That's it. The food has been so yummy and heavy, and his body is just telling him that it's happy. His stomach gives a little growl, as if reading his thoughts, and he brings a hand to the rest on the crest of his belly, ignoring how his fingers sink in. The bare skin is so velvety soft, stretched, and warm.

"You're just a happy little tummy, aren't you?" He says to his middle, round and distended from his huge lunch. His belly gurgles again, he can feel it under his palm.

"Awh, baby," he cooes, giving his middle a loving pat, "I gave you too much to eat didn't I? Kookie's sorry."

He starts a soothing rub into the tight swell of his belly, massaging both hands into the area that's getting a little bit achy. His stomach protests at the sheer amount of food he gobbled down not ten minutes ago, practically gurgling underneath his fingers. Pressure bubbles up and a burp escapes him, releasing some of the tightness, but making a blush rise to his cheeks.

All of the empty food boxes are still on the coffee table in front of him. He unsuccessfully suppresses another burp, releasing some more tension inside of him, and pats his belly in reassurance, looking back down at how round he is.

"You did such a good job," he can't help but smile. His tummy looks so good like this, so full and well-fed. "Such a good tum, holding all that delicious food and getting so big and pretty." He pats his belly once more in praise, enjoying the gurgle it gives in response. He giggles at the rumbly noises, like his stuffed tummy is talking back to him. He listens to the rumbles of his overfed stomach, nodding in agreement.

"I did a good job too, didn't I?" He sighs in satisfaction, his middle feeling so wonderfully heavy. "Ate so much," he looks around at the plethora of empty containers, a bit shocked at how much food he packed into himself so quickly. He had been hungry.

He licks his lips, thinking about how delicious it had all been. He can clean the mess up later. For now, he just wants to enjoy how good his tummy feels in his hands. This had quickly become one of his favorite things... filling his tummy so well that it got a little angry back at him. It growls again in protest, bubbling under his hands.

"Not hungry anymore, are you?" He grins at his distended curved belly. Earlier, it had been gnawing at him and demanding food, and now it's just the way he loves: full, round, and heavy.

He sighs in happiness, the food beginning to settle and not hurting quite so much, probably thanks to the massage he gave himself. He grabs his discarded T-shirt next to him and pulls it back on, forcing the fabric down over the bulge of his middle. His shirt is stretched dangerously tight, not just around his tummy but it's getting smaller everywhere. Jungkook hauls himself up to go plop into bed for a long nap. He has to cradle his full middle and gives a little huff at how taut his skin feels once he's standing.

"Jeez, okay, maybe a little bit too much," he cups his thick belly as he glares at the boxes littering the coffee table, like it's their fault that he stuffed himself.

Walking back to his room seems like so much work, but he goes, knowing that his bed is more comfortable than the couch. The heavy steps and movement shift everything in his middle and he has to stop in the doorway to his room, clutching the doorframe and accidentally letting out a loud, painful belch. "Fuck, ow," he presses a hand into the tight swell of his upper stomach and apologizes to his poor tummy for real this time. "Sorry. Hopefully sleeping some of this off will help out." He waddles over the rest of the way to his bed, collapsing down and sighing in bliss that his packed belly is so much more comfortable laying back than it is standing.

"Ah, that's so much better," he shuts his eyes and enjoys the deep-seated heaviness, so comfortably weighing him down into the mattress. He can't help but bring his hands to feel how his belly pushes up, round and full and everything that he loves. "That's it," he hums happily, feeling drowsy and syrupy. One hand rests on the top firm swell of his stomach, and the other below, over the divot of his belly button and acting as a comfortable weight on the crest of his distended belly. Pleasure bubbles inside of him at how good he feels, his tummy so wonderfully full and warm. The area under his palm is a bit squishy, and even though he's stuffed, the bottom of his tummy feels wonderfully supple.

He peeks open his eyes, looking down at the rounded curve of his middle. He's not sure if he's ever noticed that before. How his belly feels so thick and soft underneath his hand resting at the bottom. He gives a little squeeze to the delectable plushness, a soft smile pulling up the corners of his lips. Yeah, his tummy must be really happy these days, if he's feeling bloated this quickly deep in his belly from his big lunch. Cause that's what it is, of course, there's no other explanation for why his tummy could be pushing out that far before the food settles inside of him and works down. He flops back, enjoying it, and gives his belly another little pat of praise, chalking up the immensely pleasurable jiggly feeling inside of him to just being bloated.

Because he's not fat. His tummy is just happy that he's eating well. Just because he loves to indulge in this delicious heaviness doesn't mean that his belly is growing. If he happens to feel a bit plump right now it's just because he's distended from a massive lunch, nothing else. Because he'd know... he'd know if he was getting fat, right?

Omg this is so so important

so I've been seeing a lot of stuff about the "thin is in" movement coming back, torrid's new line featuring NO actual plus size models, and y2k ED patterns being normalized again and I just want to remind you guys:

while yes, I am a kink blog, I don't want you to discredit me when I say your body is beautiful. this is gonna be a scary time for big people, and I want you to know you're valid, you're safe with me, and you're worth it.

fatphobia is oppressive to everyone. It will spare no one. Fatphobic culture wants you to suffer for the convenience of other's perception.

Exist as you are. Uplift others. When you think someone is beautiful, say something. You never know if that person really needed to hear that.

OMG

The best kind of day

Jungkook will never get over the distinct feeling the morning that he wakes up after a stuffing. Yes, he loves being absolutely packed with all of the delicious heavy foods that he can fit in his tummy. And yes, he also loves when he's trapped to the spot by how stuffed his middle is, flushed and puffing but needing to breathe shallowly or else it's painful. His stomach achy and tight and feeling like he's swallowed a bowling ball with how heavy and taut his upper stomach is.

Yes, he really loves all of that. But his absolute favorite part comes after. There is the most delicious satisfying feeling in his middle when he wakes up the morning after stuffing himself. He's always so sleepy and syrupy, with a deep fullness settled wonderfully in him.

He wakes up cuddled into his blankets, sated as he brings his palms up to rest on the curve of his warm belly. He's so full and round, his entire belly pushing up thick and heavy from digesting the stuffing all night. He can't help but smile softly at the feeling and give his distended belly a little loving pat.

There's something so satisfying about his stuffing settling deeply inside of him. When he goes to sleep, the top of his stomach is packed tight, but by the time he wakes up late the next morning, his entire tummy is pushing out fat and happy, even at the bottom where he is squishiest. He can't help but adore the plumpness in him by softly patting across his thickened belly, feeling so dense and heavy underneath his palms. He sinks his fingertips into the plush skin and gives gentle little shakes, pleasure blooming in him as his body reacts. Even when his middle is completely swollen like this from getting stuffed, there is a luxurious layer of velvety squish underneath his skin. He pets over the rich fat lining his belly, softly jiggling the pudge in him and biting his lips at just how much more he's going to grow from this single stuffing. His body is going to be working so hard all day to munch through the onslaught of calories that he packed himself with, and tuck it all away inside of him. Even as his stomach digests and decreases the curved bloat that he's currently adoring, his belly will be filling with more soft weight, making him grow. He whimpers at how much pleasure that gives him, rubbing his tummy again in encouragement to work hard all day long.

Even when he has to get up, he gets to enjoy all of the after-effects of his stuffing, starting when he sits up in bed. His belly is so bloated that it doesn't crease around his waist like normal when he sits up. Instead, it pushes forward against his skin and nudges a deep pressure inside of him at not having enough space for all of the food he's trying to work through. His tummy is already pushing out as far as it can, and he has to cradle the bulge as he gets to his feet and wobbles, his balance a little thrown off by how heavy his distended belly is.

The next thing he gets to enjoy is trying to find clothes that fit when he's like this. He probably should get some larger-sized comfy pants and massive shirts that he keeps just for moments like these, but he secretly loves trying on thing after thing and finding that nothing really fits him. All of his shirts are too small. They pull tight across his fattened middle and leave a thick strip of creamy skin on display all the way around his waist. Pants are also a nightmare. The ones that he can fit up his thighs refuse to close. It makes heat pool in the pit of his abdomen, and just because he loves it, he tries to button them anyway. If he really works at it, he can compress the plump lower half of his belly enough to button the jeans around his waist. But then he's left with the visual of being practically cut in half, the waistband so tight that it's digging into him, and the part of his tummy that he was able to stuff into the denim straining to be free. Inevitably, all it takes is a shallow breath for the pants to snap open. The button pops and his plump belly fills all of the space, forcing the zipper down and comfortably settling, round and fat in the too-small clothes.

After he's done popping buttons for pleasure, he eventually squeezes into sweatpants that are a bit too small, but much more forgiving than his jeans. The elastic cradles his weight so comfortably, even if they're a bit tight and it makes his chubby sides squish out. He pulls on a sweatshirt too, and even though his tummy still presses into the fabric and creates the visual of a smooth curve around his waist, it's more comforting than stretching one of his t-shirts all day.

He tries his best to have his schedule cleared the day after he stuffs himself, knowing that he won't get much done. He gets so distracted by how delicious his belly feels, warm and silky soft. Really, all he wants to do is plop down and watch movies while snacking, feel the plump curve of his waist, and enjoy the pleasure seeping in him with the knowledge that he's fattening himself all day long. Unfortunately, this isn't always his reality, and he has to get a couple of things done before he can park his chubby ass and keep himself perpetually horny by feeling the thickening pudge slowly filling up his belly and feeding himself heavy things that will help him get softer.

He knows that it must be terrible for him, but one of his favorite secret pleasures the day after a stuffing is to pour himself a thick glass of heavy cream in order to top off any extra space that his stomach makes throughout the day. As he reaches for the large cups that he keeps on the top shelf of his cupboard, his belly bumps into the edge of the cold counter. His sweatshirt has rolled up to rest near the divot of his belly button from stretching for the glass, and he squeaks at the freezing granite pressing into the bottom of his sensitive bare tummy. He tugs the fabric back down and ignores how it starts to inch right back up. After pouring an entire carton of the heavenly cream into a glass, he turns on an episode of television and sinks into the couch. He rests a palm comfortably on the crest of his belly, and gives himself little circular rubs as he drinks the luxurious beverage. He first takes a few tentative sips to gauge how his belly is feeling, but then starts taking larger swigs, until he's gulping down the heavy cream and moaning from the deep weight sinking into him. He can feel his stomach swell under his palm and it encourages him to drink heartily. He wilts back after he finishes it all, smiling down at his tummy that's bloated fat and right back to completely distended. Cream is so amazing because it feels like there's a boulder in his tummy with how heavy it is. Not only that, but his belly gets so jiggly from the thick liquid, and he softly shakes his tummy and presses in his fingers to enjoy the little bounce back to stuffed round. On top of everything, cream fattens him so well. It helps his waist plump up in no time and works quickly to thicken the delicious pudge so his skin gets a bit tight around his belly button from all of the new padding. Cream is practically a miracle drink.

After indulging in a light stuffing of fattening milk, he takes a little nap in the warm sun with the television playing, resting his hands on the bulge of his belly, and enjoying the delicious curve. This is exactly why he can't have plans for the whole next day whenever he decides to stuff himself. Because it's never a one-night endeavor. It always stretches out to the next morning, creeps into the following afternoon, and usually continues into the night. Jungkook can't help but chase the fullness of his belly and unintentionally overeats come dinnertime. By the time he sinks into bed, his entire tummy feels permanently distended from everything filling him up. All of the food that he gobbled down today sits on top of the previous stuffing settled deep in his belly, prickling pleasure in his stomach with the promise to thicken the layer of plush padding that he's growing. He promises himself that he will get some real work done tomorrow, no matter that when he wakes up his tummy will feel so thick and soft from fattening all night, and he won't be able to help but pet himself with praises all over again.

It seems that every time he does this and stuffs himself it gets a bit better. His belly pushes out further, he's able to hold more, and the deep delicious melty feeling of him fattening up all day long lingers longer. He licks his lips and pats his deeply stuffed tummy again before falling asleep, the loving touches densely absorbed and his belly jiggling happily with the promise that he's going to work hard all day tomorrow to grow nice and plump. The soft smile stays on his lips as the deep satisfying heat in his middle makes it so easy to sink into restful dreams.

I stopped everything and came here as soon as I saw the notification

Weight Gain Denial

Jungkook looks down at his belly, and he can admit that yeah it looks a little bit swollen... and yeah sure, okay, his tummy is kind of pushing out a lot. But that doesn't mean he's fat. His stomach has just been happy recently. That's it. The food has been so yummy and heavy, and his body is just telling him that it's happy. His stomach gives a little growl, as if reading his thoughts, and he brings a hand to the rest on the crest of his belly, ignoring how his fingers sink in. The bare skin is so velvety soft, stretched, and warm.

"You're just a happy little tummy, aren't you?" He says to his middle, round and distended from his huge lunch. His belly gurgles again, he can feel it under his palm.

"Awh, baby," he cooes, giving his middle a loving pat, "I gave you too much to eat didn't I? Kookie's sorry."

He starts a soothing rub into the tight swell of his belly, massaging both hands into the area that's getting a little bit achy. His stomach protests at the sheer amount of food he gobbled down not ten minutes ago, practically gurgling underneath his fingers. Pressure bubbles up and a burp escapes him, releasing some of the tightness, but making a blush rise to his cheeks.

All of the empty food boxes are still on the coffee table in front of him. He unsuccessfully suppresses another burp, releasing some more tension inside of him, and pats his belly in reassurance, looking back down at how round he is.

"You did such a good job," he can't help but smile. His tummy looks so good like this, so full and well-fed. "Such a good tum, holding all that delicious food and getting so big and pretty." He pats his belly once more in praise, enjoying the gurgle it gives in response. He giggles at the rumbly noises, like his stuffed tummy is talking back to him. He listens to the rumbles of his overfed stomach, nodding in agreement.

"I did a good job too, didn't I?" He sighs in satisfaction, his middle feeling so wonderfully heavy. "Ate so much," he looks around at the plethora of empty containers, a bit shocked at how much food he packed into himself so quickly. He had been hungry.

He licks his lips, thinking about how delicious it had all been. He can clean the mess up later. For now, he just wants to enjoy how good his tummy feels in his hands. This had quickly become one of his favorite things... filling his tummy so well that it got a little angry back at him. It growls again in protest, bubbling under his hands.

"Not hungry anymore, are you?" He grins at his distended curved belly. Earlier, it had been gnawing at him and demanding food, and now it's just the way he loves: full, round, and heavy.

He sighs in happiness, the food beginning to settle and not hurting quite so much, probably thanks to the massage he gave himself. He grabs his discarded T-shirt next to him and pulls it back on, forcing the fabric down over the bulge of his middle. His shirt is stretched dangerously tight, not just around his tummy but it's getting smaller everywhere. Jungkook hauls himself up to go plop into bed for a long nap. He has to cradle his full middle and gives a little huff at how taut his skin feels once he's standing.

"Jeez, okay, maybe a little bit too much," he cups his thick belly as he glares at the boxes littering the coffee table, like it's their fault that he stuffed himself.

Walking back to his room seems like so much work, but he goes, knowing that his bed is more comfortable than the couch. The heavy steps and movement shift everything in his middle and he has to stop in the doorway to his room, clutching the doorframe and accidentally letting out a loud, painful belch. "Fuck, ow," he presses a hand into the tight swell of his upper stomach and apologizes to his poor tummy for real this time. "Sorry. Hopefully sleeping some of this off will help out." He waddles over the rest of the way to his bed, collapsing down and sighing in bliss that his packed belly is so much more comfortable laying back than it is standing.

"Ah, that's so much better," he shuts his eyes and enjoys the deep-seated heaviness, so comfortably weighing him down into the mattress. He can't help but bring his hands to feel how his belly pushes up, round and full and everything that he loves. "That's it," he hums happily, feeling drowsy and syrupy. One hand rests on the top firm swell of his stomach, and the other below, over the divot of his belly button and acting as a comfortable weight on the crest of his distended belly. Pleasure bubbles inside of him at how good he feels, his tummy so wonderfully full and warm. The area under his palm is a bit squishy, and even though he's stuffed, the bottom of his tummy feels wonderfully supple.

He peeks open his eyes, looking down at the rounded curve of his middle. He's not sure if he's ever noticed that before. How his belly feels so thick and soft underneath his hand resting at the bottom. He gives a little squeeze to the delectable plushness, a soft smile pulling up the corners of his lips. Yeah, his tummy must be really happy these days, if he's feeling bloated this quickly deep in his belly from his big lunch. Cause that's what it is, of course, there's no other explanation for why his tummy could be pushing out that far before the food settles inside of him and works down. He flops back, enjoying it, and gives his belly another little pat of praise, chalking up the immensely pleasurable jiggly feeling inside of him to just being bloated.

Because he's not fat. His tummy is just happy that he's eating well. Just because he loves to indulge in this delicious heaviness doesn't mean that his belly is growing. If he happens to feel a bit plump right now it's just because he's distended from a massive lunch, nothing else. Because he'd know... he'd know if he was getting fat, right?

I stopped everything and came here as soon as I saw the notification

Weight Gain Denial

Jungkook looks down at his belly, and he can admit that yeah it looks a little bit swollen... and yeah sure, okay, his tummy is kind of pushing out a lot. But that doesn't mean he's fat. His stomach has just been happy recently. That's it. The food has been so yummy and heavy, and his body is just telling him that it's happy. His stomach gives a little growl, as if reading his thoughts, and he brings a hand to the rest on the crest of his belly, ignoring how his fingers sink in. The bare skin is so velvety soft, stretched, and warm.

"You're just a happy little tummy, aren't you?" He says to his middle, round and distended from his huge lunch. His belly gurgles again, he can feel it under his palm.

"Awh, baby," he cooes, giving his middle a loving pat, "I gave you too much to eat didn't I? Kookie's sorry."

He starts a soothing rub into the tight swell of his belly, massaging both hands into the area that's getting a little bit achy. His stomach protests at the sheer amount of food he gobbled down not ten minutes ago, practically gurgling underneath his fingers. Pressure bubbles up and a burp escapes him, releasing some of the tightness, but making a blush rise to his cheeks.

All of the empty food boxes are still on the coffee table in front of him. He unsuccessfully suppresses another burp, releasing some more tension inside of him, and pats his belly in reassurance, looking back down at how round he is.

"You did such a good job," he can't help but smile. His tummy looks so good like this, so full and well-fed. "Such a good tum, holding all that delicious food and getting so big and pretty." He pats his belly once more in praise, enjoying the gurgle it gives in response. He giggles at the rumbly noises, like his stuffed tummy is talking back to him. He listens to the rumbles of his overfed stomach, nodding in agreement.

"I did a good job too, didn't I?" He sighs in satisfaction, his middle feeling so wonderfully heavy. "Ate so much," he looks around at the plethora of empty containers, a bit shocked at how much food he packed into himself so quickly. He had been hungry.

He licks his lips, thinking about how delicious it had all been. He can clean the mess up later. For now, he just wants to enjoy how good his tummy feels in his hands. This had quickly become one of his favorite things... filling his tummy so well that it got a little angry back at him. It growls again in protest, bubbling under his hands.

"Not hungry anymore, are you?" He grins at his distended curved belly. Earlier, it had been gnawing at him and demanding food, and now it's just the way he loves: full, round, and heavy.

He sighs in happiness, the food beginning to settle and not hurting quite so much, probably thanks to the massage he gave himself. He grabs his discarded T-shirt next to him and pulls it back on, forcing the fabric down over the bulge of his middle. His shirt is stretched dangerously tight, not just around his tummy but it's getting smaller everywhere. Jungkook hauls himself up to go plop into bed for a long nap. He has to cradle his full middle and gives a little huff at how taut his skin feels once he's standing.

"Jeez, okay, maybe a little bit too much," he cups his thick belly as he glares at the boxes littering the coffee table, like it's their fault that he stuffed himself.

Walking back to his room seems like so much work, but he goes, knowing that his bed is more comfortable than the couch. The heavy steps and movement shift everything in his middle and he has to stop in the doorway to his room, clutching the doorframe and accidentally letting out a loud, painful belch. "Fuck, ow," he presses a hand into the tight swell of his upper stomach and apologizes to his poor tummy for real this time. "Sorry. Hopefully sleeping some of this off will help out." He waddles over the rest of the way to his bed, collapsing down and sighing in bliss that his packed belly is so much more comfortable laying back than it is standing.

"Ah, that's so much better," he shuts his eyes and enjoys the deep-seated heaviness, so comfortably weighing him down into the mattress. He can't help but bring his hands to feel how his belly pushes up, round and full and everything that he loves. "That's it," he hums happily, feeling drowsy and syrupy. One hand rests on the top firm swell of his stomach, and the other below, over the divot of his belly button and acting as a comfortable weight on the crest of his distended belly. Pleasure bubbles inside of him at how good he feels, his tummy so wonderfully full and warm. The area under his palm is a bit squishy, and even though he's stuffed, the bottom of his tummy feels wonderfully supple.

He peeks open his eyes, looking down at the rounded curve of his middle. He's not sure if he's ever noticed that before. How his belly feels so thick and soft underneath his hand resting at the bottom. He gives a little squeeze to the delectable plushness, a soft smile pulling up the corners of his lips. Yeah, his tummy must be really happy these days, if he's feeling bloated this quickly deep in his belly from his big lunch. Cause that's what it is, of course, there's no other explanation for why his tummy could be pushing out that far before the food settles inside of him and works down. He flops back, enjoying it, and gives his belly another little pat of praise, chalking up the immensely pleasurable jiggly feeling inside of him to just being bloated.

Because he's not fat. His tummy is just happy that he's eating well. Just because he loves to indulge in this delicious heaviness doesn't mean that his belly is growing. If he happens to feel a bit plump right now it's just because he's distended from a massive lunch, nothing else. Because he'd know... he'd know if he was getting fat, right?

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hey everyone, it was brought to my attention today by lessthanconventional that the Tumblr iOS app’s new update is introducing a new wave of censorship, and unfortunately this one is going to hit our community hard.

the newly filtered tags are going to be “stuffing,” “belly stuffing,” “stuffed belly,” and “stuffing kink” - and I wouldn’t be surprised if things regarding non-stuffing tummy qualities like noises or emeto are next.

here’s where the concern lies (outline courtesy of @lessthanconventional):

- no one on iOS can see posts with censored tags on your dash, including if someone reblogs a post whose OP used censored tags.

- blogs that have been flagged explicit can no longer be viewed at all on iOS

- this only directly affects people using the app on apple phones/tablets, but it will nonetheless severely impact creators in the belly kink community as a majority of tumblr users are mobile users nowadays

a group of us got together and discussed potential replacement tags in an effort to sidestep the new censorship, and thanks to some awesome suggestions, we came up with a list of fun euphemisms. I’ll be going through my blog as thoroughly as possible over the next few days and re-tagging/re-sorting all of my posts using these new tags. this by no means obligates anyone else to use them of course, but I figured it’d be nice to put them out there so a) if you’re following me and would like to block any specific tags you can do so, and b) if you also would like to change up your tagging system and are open to suggestions, they might help out a bit.

here’s the new tags and their associated kinks that I’ll be using (based on “breadbasket” as a dated term for “stomach.”)

- full breadbasket (stuffing)

- empty breadbasket (hunger)

- noisy breadbasket (tummy noises)

- tender breadbasket (stomachaches)

- wobbly breadbasket (emeto)

- sourdough breadbasket (hiccups/burps)

- kneaded breadbasket (belly rubs)

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