I Like How I've Been In This Kink/fetish For Years Now And Yet I Still Feel Out Of Place And I Don't

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Touching grass isn’t enough, I need a crazy and obsessive stalker gf to blow up my phone w questions about how much I ate/why I’m not constantly painfully stuffed, and touch my belly

What if I made you a big cake, not because it’s your birthday, but just because you deserve cake and I don’t want you to be hungry?

need belly massage 😵‍💫

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I ate too much pizza and I’m in pain, I got upset tn and overdid it again, now my head and my belly hurt 🥲

The type of relationship im pining for, I live to be teased, to be fed, to be the object of a woman’s affection is my #1 dream

Oops, did I buy too much food for you? You polished off three adult meals so easily last time that I figured a fourth would be a good challenge for you. I really don’t want this food to go to waste, so how about I give you some nice belly rubs to make room for more? I know just the trick to ease your discomfort, and in moments you let out a big belch with a sigh of relief. Isn’t that better? You did such a good job with the first three meals, a fourth would absolutely delight me! As a reward, there’s a creamy milkshake waiting for you in the fridge. I normally try not to push you to the extreme, but today I can’t help but want to see you blow up faster than before. I crave new stretch marks forming so I can take credit to your rapidly expanding waistline. Be a good pet for me and finish everything, okay? I’ll even bring out the funnel for you to take your shake since I know it excites you so much. It takes time to create an artistic masterpiece, you know? I want to transform you in ways that leaves people gasping at the sight of you. “How can this blob of lard be considered a person?” Well, the answer is plain and simple. You were meant to grow to be unbelievable proportions, especially under my care and command. It was so easy to let you eat whatever you wanted, only for me to your weak will for advantage and turn you into this eating machine like you are now. As I share all this with you, you have cleaned off your fourth plate and asked if there is anything else to eat. This shocks even me as I thought you were nearing your limits. When I mentioned there’s the smoothie left, you groaned and said you need more food to fill your endless pit. How adorable! You’re begging me for more at this point, so I whip up the emergency XL frozen pizza I keep on hand. Too eager to wait half hour, you haul fat ass up to waddle over to the fridge and pull out some whipped frosting I was planning to use for another treat. Without a hesitation, you begin to scoop the icing with your bare hands, ensuring to lick your fingers each time to greedily shovel more calories into your taut belly. My, my. What has gotten into you tonight?! “Ugh, I don’t know. When you mentioned what people would think of me… a wave of hunger hit me like I haven’t eaten all day. I think you did this to me.” Goodness, all I did was buy you food when you wanted it. I may have funded this fantasy of yours, but you never told me to stop. You’ve grown so big and heavy by indulging on everything I have fed you. It’s not my fault you chose to laze and graze about. You could have exercised more or told me “no” more often. But you chose not to do anything. You chose to eat more instead. And now you’ve got this pizza to eat for me. You’re half way done and began to slow down considerably, but we both know I will not let you walk away without eating what you’ve committed to. I decide to hand feed you the last three so you can rub your swollen gut. It’s both the biggest you’ve ever been and also the smallest I want to see you. With some final coercing, every last bite of the pizza has found a spot to reside in your massive belly. At this point you’re huffing and puffing from how stuffed you are. You begin to whimper as you see me saunter off to the fridge to get your shake. “Uhf, I need a break. *huff* Maybe in the morning I can… *buurp* finish the shake. I… *puff* am so full. *burp* Please…” Aw. How cute. You’re begging me to stop, but the only break I give you is ten minutes so you stop sweating from how full you are. A cold, refreshing beverage is just the thing you need. Trust me. And then I’ll take you to bed and massage that orb until you fall asleep. This is where the funnel helps me here. You’re trapped by your own gluttony, and the weight of tonight’s damage has you beached on the couch. Helpless by your own greed, there’s nothing you can do but be a good pet and tilt your head back for me. With the funnel attached, you moan at how good the liquid feels as it fills every last bit of space within your belly. You nearly forgot how full you were and begin sucking down the shake until there is nothing left. I let you sit for a few moments as I take in the sight before me. Your belly forces your thighs apart and spills onto the couch. It’s so full and distended that there is hardly any jiggle left to your belly. I take my hand and lightly trace your belly, feeling how warm and agitated those stretch marks must feel as a result of tonight’s stuffing. I wonder how many stretch marks you’ll wake up with tomorrow morning? Well, it seems you’ve fallen asleep right on the couch. Best to let you stay there and digest everything you’ve eaten, I suppose.  

Feeling absolutely stretched out rn, first time I’ve had to undo a belt in a minute, I reached critical mass 🚨

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💞💞i just want to slowly caress someone’s aching swollen gut and tell them that they’re doing amazing and im so proud of them while kissing away their soft whines and burps 💞💞