theperfectporcineprincess
The Porcine Princess' Palace
Delicate Princess 馃憫(plz be gentle) .SW: 227.5lbsCW:250.4lbsGW:275lbs
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Good lord, I can feel my stomach rumbling already 馃い
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I finally hit my goal, 250lbs!
(Turns out getting a foot injury at Christmas really piles on the weight)
Next stop, 300! Can't wait to see how soft and fluffy I get 馃構
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It's nearly 4 in the morning but I can't sleep because my belly's too full.
Two colas, a big tastey with bacon, 20 chicken nuggets, a share box of cheese melts and a McFlurry. 馃構
(I miiiight have also had a box of Jaffa cakes... and some chocolates...)
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A great many stretchies have appeared this year
#theporcineprincess#getting fatter#fat belly#fatty#belly kink#soft belly#feedee#soft feedee#female feedee#stretch marks
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Christmas Pyjamas are a little snug this year... and they're a size up from last year's set!
Oops鈽猴笍
#theporcineprincess#fat women#fat belly#fatty#belly kink#soft belly#stuffed belly#soft feedee#female feedee#feedee#tight clothes#getting fatter#christmas fat
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It's the Christmas break, and that means that I don't have to deal with the fucking stairs where I'm studying.
Students aren't allowed in the lift... I get that in schools but... we're mostly adults?
Also we're in IT... none of us are athletic, and you're asking us to deal with 5 floors of stairs... that's tiring enough without textbooks and laptops and any *ahem* extra weight 馃槈 you may have to carry around.
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Guess who's nearly at 250 lbs? Only 5 more to go!
I know I might not look that big, but I've still got some growing to do馃榿
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The Glutonous Goddess
I'm a princess, my bedroom is my palace and my home is my kingdom. An open relationship with a few special people, after all, it takes several pairs of hands to care for a belly this big, not that I'd know.
The bed is nothing more than a large expanse of pillows, after all, it's easier to buy a few more than buy a new mattress. I take up all of it, by belly is the bed for my partners. You love it, don't you? Sinking into me each night as you appreciate your hard work. I work, of course, my laptop sits on top of my belly, sending ripples through it as I type. You objected to it at first, until you realised how focuses I am when programming, leaving you free to keep bringing in meals.
"You haven't had your lunch yet" you say as you're bringing through the sixth one, it doesn't matter, I haven't noticed.
I never have to ask for anything, you and our other partner are always just ahead of my needs and desires. Always a fresh plate of food, another bottle of soda. As I work you rub and massage my belly.
My wardrobe consists entirely of the comfiest pyjamas and lingerie. The occasional items of normal clothing for the few times I go out, all of them are slightly too small.
Preparing for dates is a team effort. My expansive softness needing to be coaxed into clothes. We always start dates with a visit to an aquarium or museum, you listen to me pant as I slowly shamble behind you, thick thighs so heavy that I can't even waddle any more. Each date ends at an all you can eat buffet, I have three plates to myself, it's the only way they let us back in. I usually end up stuck in the seats by the end, you always praise me for being such a good little princess, bringing me another plate of desserts as we try to us wedge myself from the seat.
You also bake and cook, you're become quite the expert with all this practice, every single bite is heavenly, I'm in constant bliss as I devour burger after juicy burger, and pastry after sugary, buttery pastry. You can taste what I've eaten that day when you kiss me. "Careful" I say "you wouldn't want me to get fat from your cooking." You smile, knowing that I haven't realised we're well past that now, as you watch me hungrily gorge myself on a whole pot of pasta.
The house has a gym, but that's for you to work out, after all, your job takes a lot of strength. Occasionally you'll invite me you join in on a workout. My exercise gear was chosen by you, it's a two piece set, a sports bra and some shorts that leave my whole belly hanging out, there's little left to the imagination.
I'm exhausted after the warm-ups, I spend the rest of the session on my ass, stuffing my face and watching you work out. We tried a push-up once, my feet didn't reach the ground from on top of my massive belly.
You're delicate with me, careful to never let me realise just how big I am, from the outside it looks like it's my denial, but you know better. We met after I broke up with one of your friends, they kept calling me a piggy, a whale, but you know better. You supported me through the break up, and treated me like the princess that I am. Most of my weight gain came from that time. But you never let me realise, after all a contented princess doesn't complain, and a contented princess doesn't question the added pounds.
"You look hungry" you say, or "you're looking a bit thin" while carrying in a whole tray of donuts. You're loyal to me, just as much as I'm reliant on you.
I used to be fairly strong and muscular underneath my few extra pounds back then, but you've treated me so well, and pampered me so much, that nearly all my strength is gone. You live that, how much I'm dependant on you. Now I'm just a huge, round, soft, squishy, and gluttonous Princess. You serve the crown well.
No. Not the crown. After all, I've grown. I'm not a princess anymore, am I? I'm not even a queen. I'm a goddess of adipose and girth, draped in silks covered with the evidence of my insatiable hunger. You're not a servant, you're a worshipper. My body is my temple, and I'm ever so pleased with the offerings.
I'm too fat to be a princess. I'm your Goddess of Gluttony - and I'm only growing from here.
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Holidays are treating me well 馃構
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I might have been a good student once, but this is the one class I wouldn't be able to concentrate in.
馃槆
My name is Mr. Vin and today I will be your substitute teacher.
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A tub of strawberry ice cream counts as one of my 5 a day- right?
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Trying to decide which is better:
A jiggly belly
A soft and squishy belly
A hard round belly stuffed with food
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I am an adult - how is it that I've only now learned how to open these things properly?
Like, you just snap them in half?? I used to twist them in the middle and wonder why they never opened right.
WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME???
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I just spent an hour looking at food and now my poor belly is hungry... but we got no food in the house 馃槶馃槶
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