horny for intox and fat. I wanna fill someone up with edibles, keep them smoking on various dabs, make sure there’s always a joint in their hand until they’re completely blissed out and I can just totally have my way with their chubby body, fondling their fat chest and belly, pinching and poking and grabbing and rubbing all over while they’re stoned and not focused on anything but the sensation of my hands on them
Three years ago, I was doing everything I could to stay in shape. I was in the gym multiple times a week. I took so much pride in getting buff. I would look around the gym and think to myself that I was one of the fittest, thinnest people in there. I was athletic and there was hardly a shred of fat on my body…
And when I got with my boyfriend, I kept up my gym routine so I could stay fit for him. Then I noticed that he always payed extra attention to my belly- small as it was. He always grabbed and jiggled my butt- that only had a touch of extra meat on it. And then I learned that he likes chubby women. More than that. He likes fat women. More than that, he liked the idea of me getting fat.
And, before I knew it.. my weight started to climb. It was completely unintentional at first. Just a couple big meals on date night. I even tried losing some weight. I got back into my gym routine. But the habit was there. The hunger was there. The encouragement was there. And so I gave into it and saw where a weight gain journey might take me, confident that I could lose it all again if I wanted.
My boyfriend had become my feeder and my new body fat turned him on so much. And then the stretchmarks started to form and my belly started to dominate my figure. But I didn’t care. I was having such a good time eating anything I wanted and doing no physical activity. I joined Curvage and started doing breathless stuffing sessions, funnel feedings, belly play videos.
And the stretchmarks grew. From a handful of short ones around my belly button to long, deep stretchmarks around both my sides. My transformation has been so thorough, so complete: From thin and fit and agile to a decadent, over-indulgent couch potato, begging my feeder to order a second dinner for me, even as he tries to help me diet. He didn’t realize the process of turning me into a jiggly eating machine would be so successful. And neither did I. I’ve become more than the pig of his dreams- I’m completely insatiable. I want that full, content feeling. I love food. I love stuffing my face.
If you weren’t totally “his” before, you certainly have become so now.
Me in my natural habit (mostly naked on the couch)
It’s probably a bit difficult to imagine now but I actually knew this self-proclaimed naturally-naked-on-the-couch butterball back when she was:
- nowhere near this ridiculously fat, and
- actively working on getting into great shape as preparation for a potential law enforcement career.
Moreover, that was only a few years ago!
You can judge for yourselves how well that’s worked out for her. ;)
Holy shit I’m so full rn, this was my first sponsored stuffing in appreciation of hitting 200 followers!! I had a burrito, a burrito bowl, chips and guacamole, and a whole bunch of water, my tummy’s practically sloshing at this point 🥴🥴 thank you all so much for 200 and thank you to the very nice follower who sponsored this stuffing!
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When my feeder told me he was going to fatten me like a pig, I assumed it was playful teasing. But he really did, and now I’m going to be roasted like one!
I can’t believe what’s happening! I’m captured, restrained and absolutely humiliated. There’s not much more objectifying than the thought that you’re about to be dinner. And that’s all I can think about as I’m basted and marinated and prepared as a meal.
I never thought all of this eating would be my undoing. I knew I was being deliberately fattened, but not for this. My hanging belly, lined from hip to hip with long stretchmarks. My expanding arms and thighs, all the rolls of fat on my back… I guess they do look delicious.
Picture set available on [Curvage.org]