Tag: tum stuff
A fantasy that I need:
All day public stuffing session. My partner and I go out for the day, and go to a restaurant for every meal. Maybe both of us are stuffing, maybe just one, but whoevers planning on getting big that day must clean their plate. Every plate for every meal. Appetizers, entrees, desserts, eating whatever the other asks. And there can be no downtown between meals either. There must always be some sort of snack or filling drink on hand, so as not to lose the progress of the meal from walking around. By the end of the day, whomever was stuffing should be as big and hard as a basketball, and they are completely at the mercy of their partner
just discovered a neat trick. if you make brownies but dont cut them, you can eat the whole slab and say you only ate 1 brownie
boys, and their ………
………sof tummies
There is something so incredibly special about being a feedee. I love feeling stuffed and eating ridiculous amounts of food by myself. I love seeing the numbers on the scale ticking over and the sense of accomplishment when I reach a new milestone.
But the most special, the most amazing part is gaining for someone. I love hearing about how much a feeder of FFA is enjoying my growth. I love being gently teased as my ever-increasing weight strains my ever-shrinking clothes. I want my enormousness to be cause for some cute giggling and poking and prodding. I want to be hugged and squeezed. I just want to be someone’s big cuddly teddy bear.
it’s 3am and I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to be stuffed with a financially irresponsible amount of food and be touched and squeezed in various naughty and tender places
soft-tummies-are-cute-tummies:
all i rly want is to sit in a fat boy’s lap, loosen his belt and rub his tummy
there’s really just something about a boy overcome with pleasure from feeling himself grow
Had a hard day or not feeling too good?
Sit in my lap and let me feed you dinner while kissing your cheek and softly playing with your tummy and tell you I’m here, and tell you I’m proud of you
I find when someone is actively trying
to make you fat 24/7 is hot AF. From ordering extra food you like
knowing you can’t resist eating it all becuase you have no will power
then saying something like gettting dessert and I’m somehow I end up
getting manipulated into eating your dessert on top of the the 2
differnt one’s you said I had to try because they were so good. To
coming home to a table full of cakes,weight gain
milkshakes,pies,cookies,brownies,and ice cream and being pushed on to
the bed and being told “you’re not leaving until this table is clear”
non-suspicious 