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30, she/her/it 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️ Actual eepy pubby. I omly have 2 braincells left, and they're both horny but the anarchists are making me read. Send help. And treats. Will post and share weird horny size things. Feedism content inbound DMs are open! Ask for tele

#lewd Be real fatass~ If it wasnt me adding weight to youm helping you fatten up daily. You'd still be turning into a blubber ball youre just to hungry to greedy to wobble At least with me you can become immobile & still get food. Not to mention someone can still reach whats buried under that gut

When trying to taste the taste of Kiwi tail, there is a risk that it will get stuck in your mouth, constantly being eaten and restored. Kiwi doesn't seem to mind this arrangement, because now there is such a comfortable couch, which is getting bigger by the minute! 🥝🥝🥝 Art for @engrk.bsky.social

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Asking me to make feeding and fattening your fatass my first priority above everything else, chores going undone because you're so demanding of my time, so damn gluttonous and unrepentant about your use of my time to further your goals and sate your appetite. But it's ok. I LIKE you that way~

You wake up wth three belts around your gut arms bound via those belts a headset over your eyes playing hypnoswirls with "Good pets keep growing" & "Good pets obey Vix." In your maw a hose pumping a fattening drink. You hear me as I rub your gut "Youre not getting up until break all three beltss."

No feeling is sweeter than knowing someone's weight gain is your fault. I did this to you. Every extra meal, excess calorie, added pound is all because of me. But you couldn't hold back either, could you? Indulgent. Hedonistic. Lethargic. Obediently listening, opening wide, eating.

Look at how big your ass is getting. Look at how fat your ass is growing. See how wide and plush it is? Feel the way it molds to my grasp? Pounds and pounds and pounds of fat? And all you ever want to do, is sit and eat, and grow that ass. Growing increasingly lustful for more of yourself. Needy.

It feels good to be responsible too. Your wrecked waistline, wider than ever. Your belly hanging lower than those tree-trunk thighs, creeping closer to your knees. Your chest, softest it's ever been, like two overstuffed pillows plastered on you. Plush. Big. Packed. And it's all your (my) fault.

Asking me to help you gain weight until you literally couldn't live without me around... Addict you to food. Make you weak to your gainer urges. Feed and fatten you remorselessly. Treat you like my stress blob.

Fat fucks who want new stretch marks. Fat fucks who want to grow fatter. Fat fucks who want *me* to enforce their growing obesity. Fat fucks literally asking, begging me to help them grow more. Fat fucks eager and needy for the feeling of my paws touching, grabbing, sinking into their fat.

Open wide. I don't care if you're full. I decide when you've had enough. Clean every crumb off your plate. Every bite is one more pound I own, one more inch of softness under my hands. No stopping now. You're doing so good for me. Keep going. I'm not done with you yet.

Reaching into the fat swaddled place where your paws are buried to hold them while I tease you... calling your thick buried paws 'pigs in a blanket'..... Feeding you........

The feeder gaze, the one that both says that your body is beautiful, but that I still want more. And you want to meet those expectations and make me proud, don't you...