Be A Sweetie For Me And Finish This, Okay? I Couldn't Possibly Eat This Much.

Be a sweetie for me and finish this, okay? I couldn't possibly eat this much.

It's okay, you're just getting fat. I still love you. Oh, I just want you to have snacks, in case you need them to focus on your game. I just want you to do well.

fixated on the idea, part fantasy, part memory, of him being suddenly so full, fuller than he meant to be, too full -- warm belly now swelling to just past the edge of ache, rounding irrepressibly outward with the pressure of everything he just couldn't resist that evening -- and before that, at lunch-- and before that, at that huge late breakfast, god, who knew the pancakes there would be so big?

Hours after the start, but moments past the final straw of those last eager spoonfuls: his whole middle now solid, swollen firm, stretched tender under my roving hands. He leans back into my arms, all but pinned to me by the sheer weight of his own indulgence-- that last loss of judgment and control that seeded this hour or three of sleepy vulnerability, glutted and utterly exposed as a strained groan slips out here, or a soft belch there. He can only sink deeper, irresistibly, into the soft intoxication of overwhelming satiety -- the heaviness, gentle but irresistible as it presses him back into me, my eager hands and his languid ones each rubbing or tracing every inch of his belly together, in turn -- my fingers, so hungry to explore, to press and glide and knead, to cradle warm taut curves or sink into each discovered softness-- his fingers, unable to keep from clutching weakly at his bulging sides as he moans in helpless pleasure.

Legit feels like I'm getting stared down by a mountain lion only to have them nuzzle into my shoulder for a moment before they walk off back into the woods

the feeling when a big feedism blog reposts one of your posts 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

We hear a lot about succubi/incubi feeders, but what about succubi/incubi that feed off horny energy and wind up getting fat. And the fatter they get the more energy from their partner they have to feed off of…

Okay, burping is just ~adorable~. I don’t know how it got considered gross or rude, but those people are wrong and have no taste.

The big, resonating belches after something carbonated, the tasty ones that slowly slip out in the late hours after a filling dinner, the little spritely burps as some cutie’s completely relaxed body starts moving again after the long nap after lunch; they’re all completely perfect. <3 <3 <3 

I don't think I've heard a phrase as hot as 'lard locked' in fucking years, I need the community to start using this phrase because 🥵🥵

Ideal man.

Fat.

Full.

Horny.

Lard locked (needs help to get off)