Got Bigger Wow

My belly needs attention

New pfp material, dangerously full

I can’t help it 🥲

overstimulated boys that whine "i love you, i love you, i love you" over and over again, when they're on the verge of cumming, are the most precious little playthings !! <3

Reblog if you’re a gainer who welcomes anonymous teasing and encouragement!

anyone out there got any decent weight gain shake recipes that don’t make you flatline after drinking them?

i’m the masta of pasta

Today I’m into the idea of corrupting a dominant feeder guy teehee 🤭

I mean just think about it… you love watching people stuff themselves. It gets you off, and you just want to be around it all the time. You can’t stop thinking about it. You’d never let yourself submit like that. You’re a big strong boy with impressive muscles. At the same time, you’re shy, and you don’t tell anyone about your fetish. Little do you know, I have the same fetish. So imagine one night, we go on a date. I start teasing you by talking about food and eating, which gets you excited. You think maybe I’m a stuffer. I order more food than I should, and this gets you even more excited. I flirtatiously ask for your help finishing all the food I ordered. You oblige, thinking even if you help me eat, there’s still so much food that by the end of the meal I’ll be stuffed. You feel yourself getting hard at the table. You can’t stop staring at my pretty lips and cute nails as I eat. I begin to daintily feed you. It doesn’t really register at first… you’re so caught up in the excitement that you’re on a date, and that I ordered too much, and how pretty I am, that you don’t realize that YOU are the one eating most of it. You feel yourself getting more and more full but you ignore it to focus on the throbbing between your legs. Suddenly, I smile sweetly at you and ask what you want for dessert. You feel bloated now, tight and a bit uncomfortable. But this is just a game, you think. It will all this be worth it in the end to see my cute little tummy. You shake your head, saying no to dessert, but insist I get whatever I want. So I do! I order triple the amount of dessert that I’d ever eat, gushing about how yummy it’s all going to be. “FINALLY” you think. You’ve got me right where you want me, right? I take a tiny bite of delicious cake and insist you try some. One bite can’t hurt, plus it looks so decadent. Just like me! One bite turns into two, then I take the fork back. And so it begins— one bite for me, three for you. One bite for me, four for you. And so on and so forth. By the end, you’ve finished three whole pieces of cake while I was content to try just a tiny bit of each. I feel comfortably sated, while you feel nearly sick with how full you are. How did this happen? You can’t figure it out… it all seemed to be going your way… until it wasn’t! You want to be angry but you’re too full, too breathless. Your shirt is riding up a bit, your jeans are painfully digging into your hips and the bottom of your belly… you look down and your heart flutters. You’re huge! You feel your face heat up with embarrassment. How did you let this happen? YOURE a feeder! How did you let yourself gorge like this? One look back at my mischievous expression is all the confirmation you need. This was my plan all along. You can’t deny you’re frustrated. But as you sit there, stuffed beyond capacity, all you can think is how good if would feel for me to unbutton your pants and reach into those boxers… having a full belly feels painful but… very pleasant… and you’re harder than you ever have been. Your body likes being this way! You feel vulnerable in a way you’ve never felt before. Maybe… all this time… you told yourself you wanted to see others stuff themselves, when in reality you wanted to get stuffed yourself. You were so adamant that you were in control, you tried so hard not to give in. Maybe you were so adamant because deep down, you were afraid you’d love being submissive and full, at my mercy. But there’s no need to be afraid, baby! I’m gonna take such good care of you… you don’t have to think so hard anymore, you don’t have to try and convince yourselves of things that aren’t true. All you should worry about is your limit, and whether you’ll be too horny to stop me from pushing it.

hands help digestion it’s a fact

let me know it’s real by strapping me down and funnel feeding with no regard for how full i am