the friday after a long week is the perfect day to message me and tell me what a fat fuck I am

cream filled

anytime 🐷

me and who?

deeper and wider

I like to think of my meals as “feedings.” Something about it makes me feel like an animal to be fattened, which gets me greedy, grunting, and aching to be stuffed until i can barely move.

My bed & (hopefully) soon. The real question is, with whom? 😉

I imagine me struggling to roll out of bed. Waves of panic going through me as I keep thinking, “I’m too fat…I’m too fat,” while sweat pours down my face. Then a feeding tube gets shoved in my mouth, sweet liquid calories flood my throat, and I moan and surrender to my belly being pumped full again.

what it looks like when a kink and food addiction shape your body

full of desserts

apparently feet can get fatter too. I swear my dress shoes weren’t always so tight

it’s wedding season. you should be feeding me until this shirt bursts

love this view

the blow up

“Age: 1?” is an insane thing to put on a profile.

so close to 300…

get under

okay, is there a way to not see the constant re-posts that guys do of their own content? because if not… time to do some unfollows.

fuck yes 🙌

sending your chubby bf home with leftovers

goals

overdid it at dinner. now laying in bed, breathing hard, rubbing my belly, craving more calories and fat

so much joy :)