I Am Convinced There Is /nothing Hotter/ Than Men Fucking Whimpering While Their Bellies Cramp Up; Especially

i am convinced there is /nothing hotter/ than men fucking whimpering while their bellies cramp up; especially if they’re being filled up, and their stomach is taut and hurts too much to touch

The thought of struggling with mobility is so hot to me 😅 getting so big the only way I could get around is with some type of aid

It would start off with small milestones, a few of which I’ve already started to hit. Getting breathless when I’m forced to walk will become more and more frequent; the distance of walking before the wheezing starts would start to shrink.

I’m already adverse to moving and do it as little as possible. The next milestone would be taking a moment to get to my feet. I definitely notice a difference from when I was thin to my current weight. Packing 50lbs on a short frame leaves an impact. My belly is starting to shift my center of gravity. The more it starts to hang down the more I’ll have to adjust.

Overall I’m a bit less coordinated. I’m sure that’s a product of the amount of weed I smoke and my complete and total lack of activity. I find myself tripping and bumping into things more easily. I’ll become even less physically capable with every pound gained.

In addition to struggling to my feet I’ll also start to have issues with picking stuff up. Getting socks and shoes on my feet will only get harder the more my belly mounds up and the heavier my legs get. Everything will be more difficult.

In my wet dreams I imagine myself huge and soft, with my ass planter on a mobility scooter. The only way I’d agree to go out is if I can stay scooter bound and there’s food. The scooter would start to creak the longer it was used, threatening to break down as more mass is added to the load.

At home I see myself having to hold onto the wall and shuffle forward inch by painful inch to get around. I’m only spurred on with the knowledge I can sit down again and the promise of more to eat.

Getting so big you become helpless. Forced to struggle under your self created mass. Body pushed beyond what it was meant to do. All of this would scare the average person, but to me it’s body goals 🤤

Part of me wants to go the soft, domestic feedism route, casually fatten someone up slowly with homecooked meals and tell them how much I love the extra weight because it keeps us both warm at night and it makes them so soft and feel so nice in my arms.

But then another part of me is really attracted to the idea of taking someone, keeping them like a pet, funnel feeding them or making them eat from a trough. Telling them how much of a fat little pig they've become, making them tell me in excruciating detail how they'd do anything for me, even if it meant getting so big that their friends and family could hardly recognize them, even if it meant expanding to a size where even leaving the bed was a chore.

But either way I'd cherish them, show them how much they mean to me, bury my face in that squishy, plushy tummy and make sure they knew that every pound they gained for me only made me love them more.

Such a shame this doesn't fit anymore because it matches my eyes so well, used to be one of my favorites

Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 2: Latex Love

Word Count: 1002

Thank you to @fatguarddog for the theme list!

Feedee POV, gender neutral, large feedee x small feeder

"Are you sure this is gonna fit?"

"Of course! It's just a tight fit but that kinda the whole point"

You hear the sounds of rubber stretching and grazing up your thighs as your partner pulls the singlet up your thighs

"Yeah I get that but this seems excessively tight"

"Well maybe if someone hadn't been so greedy that wouldn't be an issue, but somebody put on 15lbs in the last month"

Blushing you look away and pull their head into your belly, they growl and reach around your hips to pull the singlet up from behind.

"I'm not the only one at fault here babe, cause somebody's been making sure the snack bowl is full and the fridge is stocked, you wouldn't know who that is would ya?"

They tug the latex up hard at that, slipping it all the way past your thighs so it's resting just beneath your fattened ass.

"Oh is it a crime to make sure my baby has access to what they want? You're the one who keeps smoking themselves into a stupor and sitting within reach of the snack bowl"

"Can't argue with that, but you know you love it"

You look into the bathroom mirror and and see the absurdity of the situation, an enormous dimpled mass crowned with your belly button against the pitch black latex, looking like a busted can of biscuits. Cinnamon rolls sound great right now. Your partner still tugging away, fighting for mere centimeters all the way around your hips so there's no folds before the hard part begins.

"Alright, I think we're good, now I'm gonna need you to suck it in as much as you can, we can take breaks but we're gonna be late if we don't get moving here"

You grip the latex beneath your love handles as they dig beneath your overhang, and with a deep breath you say

"Alright 3,,, 2,,,,,,, 1!"

Sucking in your lard ladened middle the dimples grow deeper, their hands pulling the latex away from you and stuffing the hanging adipose into the latex while you hike up what little you can up your love handles. Once the bottom of your paunch is in you moan as you release your gut, the sounds of the latex stretching filling the silence between both of your laboured breaths. You rock your hips side to side and rug beneath your belly button hoping to adjust and fill more space.

"It's getting there,,, but I don't see how this is gonna get up to my neck babe,,,"

"Trust me fatty,, *huff* oh fuck,, just,,, this was the same size from the same company in that video I showed you. Both of y'all were around 430,,, at least when I ordered it"

The blood rushes to your face when you realize you're having to stuff an extra 15lbs into it now, knowing that it's going to be that much tighter. Shining crimson with sweat upon your brow you take a breather with your partner, they're greedy and can't help but grope your thighs and love handles as you cool down. Making little adjustments to the latex along the way to ensure putting the rest on will go smoothly.

Another round of tugging and stretching later the taut rubber was beneath your fattened chest, jiggling and heaving from the exertion, but you knew all of this effort for your partners pleasure was worth it. Knowing the thrill they would get while showing off their fattened cow was intoxicating, you could always see the pride in their eyes while you were alone together, beached on the bed with a tight red belly. But now they'd get to tout their pig around others with no judgement at all, more likely they'll receive praise for fattening you up so well.

With a quick swig of Gatorade your partner looks into your eyes and lifts your arms one by one, slipping them into the arm holes of the singlet. The latex digging in and lifting your chest, it almost hurts but you know it'll be over soon.

"Okay, last part, easy job for you, monumental task for me. All your gonna do when I say so is such in your gut as much as possible, and shrug your shoulders as high as you can, got it piggy?"

You nod your head as they count down from three, doing just as ordered as they hit 1. You can hear the effort they're putting into stretching the latex over your swelled lard from the air they're taking quickly past their lips, pushing up and away from your body as your nipples slips across the latex. Their hands dig in to push your fat deeper into the latex and secure the fit, before they hop onto the bathroom counter, palms against the marble behind them as they let out muffled groans between laboured breaths.

"I fucking knew I should've waited to order this thing"

With the singlet fully on you look into the mirror again, your fattened form billowing from the edges of the latex, a compressed belly stuffed into the rubber barely able to move as you slap the sides of your middle. You smile at them as you say

"It was definitely worth it though"

"You got that right, I'm ordering the next size up though if tonight goes well, I am NOT gonna help you get this one on with even more weight next time"

They chuckle as they hop off the counter, embracing your tightly packed form, groping everything they can reach

"Do you need help with your outfit baby?"

"Ha! Unlike you mine actually fits and I'm able to do it solo, just take a breather and grab our coats and masks. Oh and... There's a little surprise for you in the fridge, I can't have your tummy growling as we arrive, making people think I don't take care of you, what an embarrassment that would be"

I want my body to always be its own obstacle. Struggling to do anything because of my ever increasing weight. My blubber filled legs push against each other as I maneuver them around one another just to waddle to my next meal. My doughy arms pulled down by their heft, restricting my coordination further. Fat around my joints taking away all flexibility. Soon enough I won't be able to move my head much as my chins bunch up against my chest. All because my appetite got the best of me.