Begginerbelly

A friend stitched these together for me, I love seeing how I’ve transformed and I can’t wait to see how big I can get. Obviously the last minute or so of this is my favourite about 100lbs different from the first to the last videos ❤️

You wake up and the first thing you feel is all that soft weight. Heavy gut already across your thighs, warm, dense, soft chest shifted from sleep. Getting out of bed means rolling it first, pushing against the pull of it, already breathing harder before you’re even standing.

Shower’s a whole thing. You sit most days because standing too long leaves you properly warm and tired. Lifting those heavy soft folds one by one to wash underneath, warm water running over the thick apron of belly hanging low between your legs. Reaching the deep creases takes effort. Soft flesh shifting and settling the whole time. By the end you’re out of breath, skin hot, completely aware of how much of you there is.

Retail job’s gone. You’re home, sat at a desk you can barely fit, soft gut spilling over your lap and the edge of the chair, thick thighs filling it completely. Getting out of the chair is slow and deliberate, heavy gut and soft thighs making you push, soft flesh shifting, leaving you breathing harder and turned on by how fat you’ve got. Every single time.

Getting dressed is a fumble. Trousers or shorts while standing? Soft gut and thick thighs make the fabric catch and fight you, everything jiggling, until you just sit on the edge of the bed to finish. Socks and shoes mean reaching past the belly or not bothering properly.

You look in the mirror and there’s nothing left of the old you. Just heavy rolls of soft fat, thick hanging gut dominating everything, soft chest full and shifting when you breathe. Deep soft rolls on your thighs and arms. Fat pad completely covering what’s left of your dick. Just pure soft, heavy body staring back.

Trying to get off is work. Fumbling under the heavy gut, holding the soft fat back with one hand so you can reach with the other. Everything jiggles and ripples. You get out of breath standing there. Eventually you just lie back on the bed because it’s too much, soft mass spreading around you, still holding the belly out the way so you can finish.

Car’s an effort, lifting and shifting the soft gut, thick thighs squeezing in. Reaching the floor or a high shelf means the belly gets in the way and leaves you warm. Even lying down at night the soft mass spreads and settles and finding a position takes time because there’s just so much of you.

Walk to the shops is slower, heavier. Soft belly swaying, thick thighs rubbing, stopping once or twice to catch your breath and feel the weight settle. Stairs wind you. Inside the shop the aisles feel tight. Gut hanging out the bottom of whatever stretched top you’re still in, soft flesh moving, fat legs obvious through the shorts. People look. Ones who knew you before stare a bit longer. Strangers just see this extremely obese guy taking up space, the one who buys ice cream all the time.

From the top down you’re completely gone. Soft face, fuller cheeks, thicker neck. Soft chest heavy and full, the flesh shifting when you breathe. Arms thick with soft rolls. Then the main event, a thick, heavy, dense apron of soft belly that hangs low and full, resting on your thighs when you sit, moving with real weight when you walk. Deep soft rolls at the sides. Fat pad completely burying what’s left underneath. Thick soft thighs with deep rolls, constantly touching. Soft knees, soft calves, even your ankles looking thicker. Head to toe, pure soft, heavy, food driven mass. Nothing left of the lean climber.

This is where you’re heading, fat boy. Soft. Heavy. Built around comfort and hunger and being constantly horny and the next load of calories. You need this. Keep going. Push it further. Make it happen.

Just the thought of you growing gets me going. The bigger you get, the better I’m cumming. Let’s grow you, fat boy.

Now this is the sort of encouragement I need.

The thought of waking up and being that big. Rolling over and feeling my gut spill out. Knowing I’ve got another day of growth ahead of me. God, I think I’d be turned on constantly. I’d probably need to eat more just from the calories I’d burn getting off.

Things like this have already started. Parts of my body feel so much further away than they used to, especially in the shower. I can feel my belly slapping against my arm when I get off. I want to be grown. I really, really want to be bigger.

And messages like this, painting my future, I love hearing it. I want to see more. Keep pushing me like this. It’ll keep me eating.

The heavy soft weight of this belly on my thighs. My thighs rubbing together. This gut bouncing and slapping into my fat pad. That deep jiggle turns me on so much.

I need this whole body expanding out, getting softer and heavier. I can’t wait to feel all of this even more as you grow me into new levels of obesity.

Tried on some old size large running shorts today that I haven’t worn in ages 🥵

I’m surprised I even got them over my thighs. It was painful forcing them up. And I’m annoyed that I could still get them on at all… even though I could barely peel them off again afterwards.

I want to be so much fatter than this. I’m fucking starving for it. I want my 44s to fit like these do. I want to be outgrowing everything. Just make me too fat for clothes.

You’re not wrong 😂

I still have a life and I still have to go to work, so I can’t spend every waking moment focusing on this the way I actually want to. But dreaming about how fat I can get really isn’t enough. The more weight I can put on, the faster the better. I want this belly softer and heavier, spilling further out, the fat pad thicker, everything just rounder and more blubbery. This body’s meant to be bigger.

that belly looks heavier every time u post. keep imagining grabbing it with both hands, lifting the heavy soft mass and feeling the weight of it. burying my hands in the fat pad, feeling how thick it’s getting over ur cock. playing with those heavy moobs while they sit on top of ur gut

want that belly lower and thicker, spilling further down between ur thighs. want the fat pad so deep it starts burying ur cock. turning u into a proper soft heavy pig. keep packing it on. need to see u expand

I want that so badly 😈

I want to be so fat and so heavy. So changed from how I used to be. I want this body to just spill forward, soft and heavy, pure fatness that you can grab with both hands and feel the weight of. The idea of hands buried in the fat pad, feeling how thick it’s getting… it turns me on so much 🥵

I’ve already sat here this morning and put away a pizza, a pint of shake, a whole trifle and a few snacks. Still not enough. I wanna keep packing it on. I need to expand 😩

Sitting there soft and heavy while I stuffed it felt so fucking good. The calories I’m getting in right now are mostly just holding the weight steady. I’m not growing the way I want. I need to be eating even more.

We want to watch that soft hanging gut swell and drop lower with every one, the fat pad thickening, those heavy moobs shifting, your soft thighs spreading wider as the weight piles on. We’ll keep stuffing you until that restricted body is so soft and heavy you can’t get up and fetch the next lot yourself, cock hard under the gut while you sit there to fat to move and growing. Do it. You know you want to.

Fuck me I loved this ask so much I went and filmed it 🥵

Sat there in my jockstrap eating eight éclairs, just watching how soft and heavy this body looks in the camera. Playing with it between mouthfuls and fantasising about having even more… it felt so good. I kept thinking about how much bigger I want to be, how much further this can go.

I want you to grow me. And I really like that you said “we”… two feeders would definitely be better than one.

Full video is up on OnlyFans if you want the whole thing. Keep pushing me. I’m ready to get so much fatter 😈

fuck watching u put all them calories away does something to me. the way that soft fat body jiggles when ur swallowing… keep thinking about leaning u back and just funneling it straight in. watching that big gut swell up and expand while u get even softer and heavier right there

want more stretch marks on u. want that belly spilling further down into ur lap. turning u into a proper fat pig. making u a super chub. just growing. getting fatter. more obese every day. keep going u greedy pig. need to see u expand

That’s a good point. I’ll do one right now. Here, you can watch 🤓

The idea of just being leaned back and having someone funnel in calories all day is hot as fuck. I want those stretch marks growing. I want my belly spilling further out. I want to be turned into a proper fat pig. A super chub. Just growing. Getting fatter and more obese every day🥵

Keep telling me this stuff. It makes me so fucking horny and ready to expand. The bigger the better 😈

This is me rambling about my fatness and how much I still want to grow. Used to run and climb mountains… now I get tired getting my socks off 🫣. It doesn’t scare me at all. It excites me.

I love how soft and heavy this body is getting. Feel free to ask me anything about gaining. Anything that keeps me horned up and hungry.

No clothes. As little movement as possible. Waking up to food already in front of me, being fed and played with all day while soft hands keep rubbing and jiggling this body. Sitting heavy and spilled out on the sofa as the calories keep coming, ending the day massively bloated and even fatter than I started. I want to be so well fed that I couldn’t get myself off the couch. Then I’d want you to do whatever you want to my fat and stuffed body before I fall asleep, hoping we can do it all again tomorrow.

The thought of living like that and just growing unconditionally is so fucking hot.

Yeah I can definitely tell the difference. My belly is the heaviest bit by far, you can feel the weight of it hanging and resting on my thighs. But I can also feel the weight in my arms, my thighs, and even under my chin these days.

I want to feel more weight all over. The heavier everything gets, the better it feels 🥵

The most satisfying one so far was definitely hitting 300lbs for the first time. That felt like a proper turning point. Suddenly my belly was hanging lower and softer, my thighs were pressing together more, my chest was getting heavier, and the fat pad was really starting to fill out. Everything felt thicker and more blubbery. It was the moment that solidified that I could do this, that I can get really big. And I was so grateful to know that I was so happy and comfortable with it.

It started for me in the early 200s I think. It’ll be different for everyone though. It really took off and got so much softer and more noticeable over the last 20lbs. I’ve never felt out of proportion, so I guess it’s been growing at roughly the same pace as the rest of me… and fuck I love how it’s packing on 🥵