Grow My Belly - Tumblr Posts
The feeling when you pad a tight zip up before stuffing 🥵 I can’t wait to actually be this huge. I’m wedged into this chair as is, I’d be hopelessly stuck if this was all fat…and it’s only making me hungrier
Stuff me. Funnel feed me. Force feed me when I can’t keep up. Tease me about not fitting into anything I own no matter how I try. Fill every space I occupy with snacks. Hand me food when I’m distracted and praise me for finishing it all absentmindedly.
Make days where I must gorge every hour, the entire day filled with my belly packed to bursting. Stretch my gut with carbonated drinks, fill me with heavy cream, force me out in public in clothes two sizes too small.
Order for me at restaurants, whisper quietly that I’d better finish it or you’ll force me at home.
Fill me with beer and slosh my gut uncontrollably. Smoke me out and cover the bed with fattening snacks. Collar me and feed me until it snaps off the fat roll that used to be my neck.
Make me your fat pup, obese hog, house cow, I don’t care. Make me your personal experiment in how fat you can make someone. I want to see the flint in your eye as I beg you to stop feeding me.
Make me groan when you push on my packed belly hanging out of my shirt. Tell me how I’ll never drop the weight, how I’m controlled by my greed. Walk me around town and taunt me to keep up.
Stuff me in your car and stop at every single fast food place we pass. Make me finish before you teach the next one, and order double if I don’t. I want to feel so heavy that I’m stuck in that seat. Feed me until I can’t stretch the seatbelt over my gut even with an extender.
Remind me how I used to be the feeder, and how I couldn’t stop myself from becoming a greedy useless pig.
Make my gut stick out so absurdly far from my body that it almost looks fake. Feed me until I grow fat tits pushing up towards my chin. I want my love handles to be too big to grab in one hand, rendering them useless.
Fatten me up. Make me fatter. So so much fatter.
Sharing again since my fattening thoughts are resonating with all you fatties out there
Stuff me. Funnel feed me. Force feed me when I can’t keep up. Tease me about not fitting into anything I own no matter how I try. Fill every space I occupy with snacks. Hand me food when I’m distracted and praise me for finishing it all absentmindedly.
Make days where I must gorge every hour, the entire day filled with my belly packed to bursting. Stretch my gut with carbonated drinks, fill me with heavy cream, force me out in public in clothes two sizes too small.
Order for me at restaurants, whisper quietly that I’d better finish it or you’ll force me at home.
Fill me with beer and slosh my gut uncontrollably. Smoke me out and cover the bed with fattening snacks. Collar me and feed me until it snaps off the fat roll that used to be my neck.
Make me your fat pup, obese hog, house cow, I don’t care. Make me your personal experiment in how fat you can make someone. I want to see the flint in your eye as I beg you to stop feeding me.
Make me groan when you push on my packed belly hanging out of my shirt. Tell me how I’ll never drop the weight, how I’m controlled by my greed. Walk me around town and taunt me to keep up.
Stuff me in your car and stop at every single fast food place we pass. Make me finish before you teach the next one, and order double if I don’t. I want to feel so heavy that I’m stuck in that seat. Feed me until I can’t stretch the seatbelt over my gut even with an extender.
Remind me how I used to be the feeder, and how I couldn’t stop myself from becoming a greedy useless pig.
Make my gut stick out so absurdly far from my body that it almost looks fake. Feed me until I grow fat tits pushing up towards my chin. I want my love handles to be too big to grab in one hand, rendering them useless.
Fatten me up. Make me fatter. So so much fatter.
My smooth horny brain is stuck on having a fully functional feeding farm.
I desperately need stall after stall full of horny hungry pets. Bulls, bears, cows, pigs, hogs, I’ll take em all. Just fattening up each greedy pet until the stall presses tightly against their sides.
And tbh, I’d like to be in a stall too, force fed with all of my greedy pets.
And at night, after barely squeezing out of the feeding stalls, all of my wonderfully soft pets piled around me snuggling together on the blanket covered straw….ugh pleaseeeee
I’ve never been so bloated and full.
I gorged myself on a box of pierogi, drank almost a gallon of egg nog, my gut looks comically round against my frame and I’m fighting with the idea of stuffing myself even more or letting this belly rest. My skin feels too tight, my belly won’t stop making protesting gurgles, I feel like I might pop with every breath.
But I want more. To wake up feeling and looking fatter. To get stuck in my old hoodie with my gut sticking out the bottom. Fuck I want to be fat. So grotesquely obese that I don’t even pass for a person. Just a heavy blob of greed, only functional to eat and grow. How fat can I get with my own brain encouraging me like this 🥵🥵🥵