You're spread languidly across our bed, sweat beading at your brow and your turgid, bloated middle towering over your prone form. Every breath is a struggle as your inflating lungs put pressure on your overstuffed stomach, yet still you smile at me, happy and incredibly proud of yourself.

You've been pushing your limits for months now, and you just finished the largest binge I've ever seen you devour. You ate every bite I put before you without hesitation or question, even after your belly began to protest. And now you lay before me like divinity in human form, soft and luscious and absolutely the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

You watch me spread oil over my fingers before slicking it along the curve of your distended abdomen to soothe your aching skin. Your sighs of obvious pleasure and relief bring a smile to my face, and the way your eyes soften and your lip catches between your teeth stirs another kind of hunger within me.

My hand slowly dips lower, beneath the dome of your belly.

The way you gasp and arch into my touch says that you feel it, too.

When did your belly get this big?

You've been binging since you got home from work, struck with the insatiable urge to stuff your face with anything you could find. You plowed through the leftovers in your fridge before moving on to the freezer with its bounty of frozen fruit, snack cakes, and ice cream. The cold barely seemed to phase you as you scraped every package clean of its contents, nearly moaning in delight at the taste.

The pantry came next, where you gorged yourself on countless packages of cookies, snacks, cereal, and other ready-to-eat foods. When those ran out, you tore into a bag of dry pasta, crunching through the normally tasteless noodles that suddenly tasted divine.

You can hear your stomach groaning with displeasure at the sheer mass of food you've stuffed into it, but you don't want to stop. You can't stop. Every mouthful tastes heavenly, and your brain keeps you chewing and swallowing, only pausing when you need to breathe.

At some point you glance down to see your stomach protruding from the expensive button-down shirt you'd worn to work that day, the tight, reddening skin stretched like a balloon inflated far past its maximum capacity. You had no idea that your belly could grow so big or round, as if you'd somehow swallowed a basketball that forced your body to conform to its shape.

You should probably be concerned, right? This doesn't seem normal.

But hell, you are so incredibly hungry…

You can feel the cold wash of liquid pouring down your throat as you gulp another 2-liter bottle of soda. You know you shouldn't drink it so fast, but you're so thirsty, and it tastes so good. The chilly carbonated drink sloshes within your belly, joining the previous bottle you'd drank only a few minutes before and causing your stomach to swell.

You moan at the sensation of all those bubbles fizzing within you and making you bloat. Heat surges between your thighs as you let out a long, loud burp, freeing up space in your gut so you can keep guzzling.

You might regret this gluttony later, but right now, you just want more.

This is an appreciation post for soft guys. Guys who aren’t ripped or skinny. Guys who are thicc. Guys with stretch marks. You are cute. You are hot. Love yourself.

You're the heir to the royal family of a kingdom besieged by demons and during a surrender, are offered up to one of the Demon Lords as a prize of battle. Don't worry, he assures you with a warm yet devious smile, you'll soon 'grow' to love your new life with him

You're taken back to his manor and draped in a lavish, yet skimpy outfit, one that really shows off your body and highlights the slight curves of your features. Your new Lord sits you down at a huge banquet table and takes his seat across from you. All manner of succulent and delicious foods are lined up before you, you take a moment to really take in the size of this hulking, handsome demon and assume he must eat like a beast. But when his impish servants are done setting the table, he just brings his elbows onto the table to rest his head in his hands. He smiles at you,

"You've nothing to fear. Eat."

His voice is so commanding. Nervously, you load up your plate with foods that seem the most familiar to you. Roast chicken, potatoes, various vegetables and a bread roll. It's delicious. With the effect the war has had on your kingdom, you can't remember the last time event he royal family could assemble such a sumptuous selection to feast upon... so you end up forgetting yourself a little and eating until you're quite stuffed. You lean back in your chair and graciously thank your Lord for the meal, shyly paying your compliments to the chef

"Good," he smiles wider and snaps his fingers. "Eat."

A surge of warmth courses through your body. With some demonic intervention, everything you'e just eaten rapidly digests within you and you feel hungry again. Your frame even grows a little bit softer, though not enough for you to notice just yet. You blush and oblige his order, you brain trying to rationalise what's happening. A display of dominance, perhaps? Or did he notice how much you were enjoying the food after having had so little for so long and just wanted you to get to enjoy that more? Was something bad coming after this, or was he actually a good demon somehow?

All of your questions seemed to melt away as you dug in to the feast again, this time trying the honey roasted ham, sweet fruits, leg shank and more. Once again you eat until you feel completely stuffed. Once again you thank your Lord for such a wonderful meal... and once again he smiles at you with fiery eyes from across the table, his own plate still empty and untouched,

"Good," another snap of his fingers. "Eat."

That familiar surge of warmth strikes again, but this time you notice how much plumper you look after, especially in your skimpy clothes. You look up at your Lord in shock and confusion, but he just gestures to the food in front of him. You timidly shake your head, yet your stomach growls audibly in the large dining hall

"Perhaps you'd be more in the mood for wine and cheese?" the demon snaps and the feast before you changes to a decadent cheese plate with crackers and dried meats abound. "Or would my royal prize prefer dessert?" Another snap and the table becomes stacked with cakes, pies and pastries alongside jugs filled with custards and creams, all so sweetly mouth watering The look of disbelief doesn't leave your face. Your stomach growls louder, more painfully as your owner laughs

"Better not to ignore your hunger, my dear. It'll be much more pleasurable for you if you just. Eat."

The command rings through you and sends shivers down your spine, you want nothing more than to stuff your face with every dessert in sight. Your hands reach forward greedily and you begin to eat your fill as your Lord looks on, almost lovingly at you

"So good, so obedient, I'm going to like you a lot," he stands and gently makes his way all around the table to your side, his towering form standing behind you, gently rubbing your now slightly pudgy shoulders. "I'll spoil you so much, feast after feast, night after night of pure pleasure to make you into the perfectly fattened up image of hedonism," his hands feels so good and warm on your soft skin as you gorge yourself. "Just think how demoralising it'll be for your kingdom, to see how easily their royal heir fell to demonic corruption... but I must say from a personal standpoint, I do just think you look so beautiful enjoying yourself like this. I'll have a bath ready for us after I think you're done here, there we can really relax and get to know each other, my dear. But for now, please keep eating. I told you you would grow to love it here."

I need you to lean back into me as you gorge yourself so I can feel how heavy you are, run my hands over your curvy chest, sides, belly. let your head fall back onto my shoulder so I can press kisses into your neck and murmur how good you are for me, how soft and plush you’re getting. I want you to keep both hands free so you can keep eating while I explore how I’ve fattened you up so nicely, hands slipping lower, cradling that swollen belly and squeezing all your new fat while the other drifts lower still. moan low and pretty for me, baby. let me feel you everywhere.

Sending a kiss to tender hearted fat boys... I wanna smooch u so bad 🫶💕

rope harnesses on fat people are one of the most beautiful things in the world. you agree.

Good morning everyone! Just some reminders!

You are adored; someone out there loves you more than you think.

Your anxiety will tell you the worst-case scenario. It's a liar; don't listen.

You mean so much to your friends and family; they may not say it as often, but they really do love you.

You've already survived things you didn't think you'd survive.

No matter what anyone tells you, you're beautiful, smart, and you matter.

You're never a failure.

You're strong, and you can get through everything one step at a time.

Keep your mind off things that don't help you think positively. Keep yourself distracted from bad thoughts.

It's okay not to be okay. But make sure you speak to someone and let go of any negative emotions.

You are not bothering anyone at all; they would love to hear more of your thoughts.

Stop feeding bad thoughts.

As long as you're breathing, people will judge you. Learn to not care about anyone's opinion of you.

Start putting yourself and your own happiness first, and do what’s right for you. Self love is important.

Your belly is growling, the sound loud and resonating in the quiet of the room. The plush mound of your growing middle feels hollow, doesn't it? As if it's been days rather than a couple of hours since your last meal. After weeks of regular feedings, it only takes a small deviation from your meal schedule to leave your stomach protesting, almost aching with its greedy need for food.

I can see embarrassment flash across your face as your eyes dart up to see if I've noticed. Of course I've noticed-- I'm the one who feeds you, after all. I'm the one who waited just a little bit longer so I could experience the way your body reacted to the unexpected hunger, and your belly's petulant grumbles please me.

Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take care of the problem and get you all nice and filled up again shortly. Then I'll enjoy the sound of your gurgling guts as it struggles to digest it all, instead.

I hope you masturbate to my blog

i am convinced there is /nothing hotter/ than men fucking whimpering while their bellies cramp up; especially if they’re being filled up, and their stomach is taut and hurts too much to touch

god it's so hot when a t-shirt is only tight around the belly

I was hoping to get a few asks out and publish a story or two for the holiday, but with four day until the move and my apartment a chaos of boxes and half-packed mess, I'm not holding out hope that I'll be able to devote much time to Tumblr until after the start of the new year.

There are some really good ideas sitting in my inbox (and a story or two!) that deserve more than a hurried reply. ♥️

That said, I wish everyone who celebrates something a wonderful holiday season. I'm so glad you're here.

*sigh*

They're called love handles because I love to handle them

When all you want to do is stuff and play with a dudes full belly. Just hearing him moan in pain from being so full. Or having him wear a tight button up and eat till it pops for you. Then be so happy about what he did and ask you to give him more, and more till the food coma takes over.