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feedjeezy:

Getting fed all day by ChunkyBabee just satisfy your desires Make me FATTER

I’ll likely be ~ around ~ this week (Feb. 28, 2022) for real-time feeding sessions for My pigs who can properly prepare. It’s not going to easy to secure My time though.

Too h*rny to work on My research today… I have cake, cash, and cellulite on My mind…

I’m already pretty small but I love how tiny a good quality corset makes Me feel in comparison to the hogs I feed.

I love making brains “short circuit”. One of My favorite hobbies!

You hear the chime of steel against steel as I lift the lid off the first serving dish. I hold the first morsel under your nose, allowing its scent to drive you to salivation. You bring your head forward and try to take a bite, but I cruelly snatch it away and I slap your belly in one swift movement. The brief sting causes you to moan, much to my delight.
“I’m sorry piggy but teasing you is too fun”, I coo.
“Please Mistress…”
I stroke your belly and anticipate how much better you will look fatter. Sitting beside you, I bring the first piece of fried chicken smothered in thick gravy to your mouth and allow you to eat. The combination of teasing, hash and you being a relentless glutton makes short work of half a basket within 3 minutes. Within 5 you’ve polished it off entirely, garnishing your good work with another moan. I place the empty platter back on the serving trolley, and bring a second to the bedside table. With one hand I use my leather riding crop to stroke the insides of your thighs, and the other to lift large, greasy slices of pizza to your lips. This seems to spur you on, as you lean forward toward my feeding hand. I start to fold two pieces together and stuff your face, only goaded by your incessant moans and groans. Unsurprisingly, I notice your pace seems to slow a little as you finish up on the pizza, your gut pushing outwards and covering the waistband of your boxers, buttons on your shirt finally starting to threaten popping.
“Please Mistress, could you take the blindfold off? I want to see you stuff me so badly. I want to see my belly get fatter before my eyes”, you beg.
“I suppose, piggy. Your appetite is impressive, so I’ll give you a special treat ok?”, I say, pouring lotion into my hands and beginning to massage your heavy gut. I enjoy how warm and soft you are, like kneading sweet dough. I lean up towards your pillowy moobs to gently bite and lick, as I pull off your blindfold.
“How does it feel piggy? To have a beautiful feedress fatten you up?”, I purr.
You can’t help but lick your lips, “It’s everything I’ve wanted for so long! It feels *soooo* good Mistress! Feed me, please!”.
I glance downwards to see your erection pressing against your boxers, and smile. With a single finger I stroke the length of your cock as I press a fork-full of mac and cheese to your mouth. I swing a leg over your body to straddle your thick thighs, and relish the feeling of your hard on against my ass cheeks. Leaning forward, dish in hand, I press my body against you and shovel more pasta into your mouth. More moans from your mouth and I grind against you, willing you to empty the dish faster.
*RRIIIIIIPPPP*
The side seam of your boxers split wide open. You blush but seem proud simultaneously, upping your pace until you’ve demolished the rest of the dish.
“You shouldn’t look so pleased with yourself piggy. Your widening ass may have ripped your underwear but you have yet to pop a single button for me”. I glare at you, showing I mean business.
In all honesty they look ready to ping off at any moment, but I love any excuse to dish out punishment. I turn myself around, reverse cowgirl, and lick your inner thighs, my breasts resting against your throbbing head; my ass in full view but out of your reach. What a shame you’re still lashed to the bed.
Your moans are music to me, and I replace the licks with a bite or two. Just as I sense you can’t take much more, I jump off you, and back to the serving trolley.

You obey, and stand proudly before me. I breathe deeply, savouring the sight; plump moobs already straining against your too-small dress shirt, love handles slightly puffed over your waistband like an over-baked cake, cute chubby cheeks begging to be stuffed full of treats. I take my crop and snake it down your body. Starting just under your chin, drawing s shapes as I move my way downwards.
“Now then,” I say, “how much do you want to please me?”
“As much as I can, Mistress!”, your eagerness sealing your fate.
“Why?”
“So that you’ll fatten me from a piggy into your favourite hog, Mistress. I want to see you happy”, you tell me.
I ponder this for a moment, softly circling one of your breasts with my crop, then stroking down towards the underneath of your belly.
“Well ok”, I begin. “Get on the bed”.
I see a spark in your eyes, and you discard the trousers still wrapped around your ankles, clearly excited to begin. I do love how you can’t wait to be fatter for me. I pull out a set of leather wrist restraints from the bedside table and lock each of your wrists the the iron bed posts, then do the same for your ankles.
“Much better”, I grin.
Right on schedule there is a knock at the door, “Room service!”
You look panic stricken and I cant help but let out a giggle. “I thought you enjoyed being my pig? Be proud. After all, don’t you feel a rush from potentially being found out?” I ask you.
You look down towards your belly, “Yes mistress I do, but…”
“No buts. You will learn to enjoy the thrill of it starting now. Own it. Use the adrenaline to fuel your appetite. Now not another word about it or there will be consequences.”
You seem unconvinced but think better of arguing with me. I stride across the room and swing open the door. A busty young woman wheels a steel trolley in and stops suddenly when she sees your fat ass tied to the bed. “Oh!” she exclaims, “Apologies for interrupting, I’ll leave you to it” as she hurries off into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind her.
“See piggy, wasn’t that fun?”
Your cheeks have turned strawberry red, but you know not to speak your thoughts. Instead you try to focus on the rich, inviting aromas which now fill the suite.
“Before we begin…” I trail off, and return to the bedside table. I pull out a blindfold and pull it over your eyes. You then hear the rustling of a paper bag, and smell a sweet scent right underneath your nostrils. “Open wide pig boy”.
You comply, and find a moist, chocolatey wave of pleasure hits you as I cram a brownie in your mouth. Crumbs spill onto your chest. As you’re almost done, I hold a second to your mouth and you eat without question.
“You may be wondering why dessert before savoury, little pig. Well, those were hash brownies. They might not kick in for at least another half hour, but that’s when we’ll need them most. Just as you start to struggle, you’ll become ravenous again, ready to be stuffed until you almost burst”, I tell you as I rub your flabby belly, “Now it’s time to grow big and fat for Mistress”.

humiliatethem:

You know, I’ve always wanted to tease men about how fucking fat they’re getting…. Something about it just thrills me and makes me quiver.  It’s a big taboo evidently.  Something I should be ashamed of, but I’m not.

For me, it’s a thrill that still remains unbeaten by anything else

Now THAT is what a proper English breakfast looks like

Now THAT is what a proper English breakfast looks like


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Piglet sent me these today definitely rounding out nicely

Piglet sent me these today definitely rounding out nicely


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My belly is really one huge roll. It’s crazy how it snaps back into place like that tho

He/Him, 28yo, 318lbs

Bigg Squish

I carry this sack of fat, every second of every day. It’s so heavy and so big. It’s hard to walk, breathe, sit, stand. My back and neck are always hurting from carrying all this weight around my waist. It’s only going to get worse the fatter I get. The more lard I pile on this already gigantic belly, the closer I get to being immobile and the closer I get to just eating day, not working, becoming a permanent fixture in the house. Never leave and become a storage unit for jam-packing more and more with lard.

He/Him, 28yo, 318lbs

Bigg Squish

It’s such a pity that this knick only finds such a platform online. Or apparently only lived very superficially. This is extremely frustrating…

massivepiggy:

bunnyfeedsbear:

My gut looks Triumphant! Just too big to wrap her poor little arms around me, still not big enough. FEED ME

Please do not reblog without giving credit or anywhere besides tumblr. Nsfw 18+

such cute couple.❤️

morbidlyobesebodiesonly:

Fat morbidly obese young boy doing the only thing he was trained to do in this world, eat until he can no longer breathe.

fatmov:

SuperXLChubBoy walking, stretching, shaking the fat rolls https://clips4sale.com/70055/21853331 those massive moob shakes even ripple his belly flab <3

cakebunnyxx:

⚡️ If you can’t love fat bodies in public you don’t get to love fat bodies in private ⚡️

Absolutely right!!!

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