-he/him only (fatty/pig/hog/cow if we vibe enough)
-bi and a belly lover of all genders
-transsexual menance man
-this is a kink blog so pls have an age in your bio (an actual number, not just listing 18+) or be blocked on sight, idk why there is so many ageless bios lately
-please be 21+ to message me
I've been into this kink forever. Been branching out and talking to folks about it. Come to the realization with sub kinks I didn't particularly like before were nearly from context and it's allowed me to really experiment with it to find the right vibe. I love learning what I like or love :) Usually t4t to enjoy that niche connection and misc horny talk. Just enjoy having folks as excited about my junk as I am (it was expensive and hot of me thanks). Hoping to get my belly big enough to hide my dick 🥵 All kinks below~
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No babe, I would never force you to gain debilitating amounts of weight! I want you to do it to yourself and not realize it until it's far too late 💖💖💖
When we moved in together, they told me that they wouldn’t mind cooking most of the time. I couldn’t get enough of what they made so I didn’t argue, but despite their protests I insisted that I do the dishes so I could help out a bit. They would always make way more than either of us could hope to finish in one night, always leaving leftovers for me to take for lunch the next day. Every night after dinner I would clean and they would take care of the leftovers.
Domestic bliss hit me hard. They seemed to love cooking, and I loved what they made. After every meal they would ask what I thought and do their best to encourage seconds and thirds, but no matter how much I ate there was always plenty leftover. I didn’t notice the way portions seemed to grow even as my wardrobe shrank, nor the way they learned my tastes so that I couldn’t resist another bite.
The next year passed quickly, and our little routine started to show cracks. First I would be so full after dinner that they would sit next to me and rub my belly for a few minutes before I could stand to begin cleaning. Next, standing at the sink became too much of a workout so I began to pull a chair in front of the sink every night. They made sure I never felt bad about needing extra help, always telling me how happy they were to see me enjoying their cooking, always cooing sweetly into my ear as they helped me deal with the consequences of my gluttony.
Every day there would be some new task they took over for me, soothing my anxieties and making sure I knew how much they loved to help. My weight skyrocketed under their care. Before I knew it, they were doing almost everything for me, except for the dishes.
On a night like any other, I had just come out of my feast induced daze and began the slow shuffle towards the dishes, using the chair I would need to sit in front of the sink as a walker. As I eased my bulk onto the creaking chair and tried to get into position, my belly pressed against the cabinets and my arms spilled over the countertop like normal, but no matter what I tried I couldn’t seem to reach the faucet. I could see them watching predatorily out of the corner of my eye as I desperately tried to shift and wobble my way closer, but after a few breathless attempts I felt their hand on my shoulder. “You must be so exhausted trying to do all that work by yourself tubby, why don’t you just let me take over?” They whispered in mock sympathy. They help me stand and lead me back to the table, glibly talking about how hard I’ve been working even as I barely make it back to my seat. “How about we switch things up? From now on I can do the dishes. Do you think you could take care of the leftovers for me?” They ask in the sweetest voice they can muster.
I nod and look for the Tupperware, but they just chuckle and walk to the sink, calling back over their shoulder to me. “Oh you wont be needing those, piggy.” They say with a wicked grin as they nod at the table, filled with enough food for a family. “You must be starved after all that exercise. I’ll be done in a few minutes if you need help with that too.” They say with a wink before they get to work. I stare down the plates stacked high with my favorites, and my mouth waters despite the fullness of my stomach. As I pull another place towards me and reach for my first bite, they hum in satisfaction. I could never say no to them anyway.
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no it's quite necessary that i force feed him until his breathing is labored and his shirt has ridden up. that's literally the only way to take care of him and make sure he has enough food haha. this is very normal nurturing behavior what are you talking about
Lil pic from earlier this week :3c I've been really enjoying eating so much every day. Now that I've been stretching out my stomach nicely, I want to try and dedicate myself to gaining for a little while >:3 time to bring on the calories
Getting so fat that you go from having slight love handles to them being a part of your massive side stomach. You can grab heaping handfuls of fat on each side and shake your massive gut and watch it ripple with lard. There is no small gut now, just a giant mass of fat and your own greed that got you here. Your belly button isn't even visible; it's buried under your upper stomach, which folds over the lower part. It hangs over your legs and stops you from pleasuring yourself. It pulls you down and makes it hard to walk when standing, and pins you to the couch when you sit down. You run out of breath shifting it around and getting comfortable. Forget finding clothes that fit over it; they all just ride up your huge gut so everyone can see how fat you are. Even baggy clothing won't stop the under hang from peeking out. There is no escaping the giant ball of flesh that you turned yourself into. You made yourself a fat, obese cow, and now you have to pay the price for being so gluttonous and horny.
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had my tarot read and the reader pulled a card that looked exactly like me but i was on all fours with my face buried in a cake wearing a tiny string bikini. which could mean nothing
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You ever talk to someone in DMs who gets you so worked up and pig-brained that you’re oinking out loud in your (empty… at least I think) work office for them? Yeah… 🐽🫥
