FTM Hubull

Happy Were-dnesday to all who celebrate!

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Any blogs that focus on feedism, please dni.

I've made it explicitly clear in my pinned that I'm trying to lose weight and get my life on a better track when it comes to that, and seeing people like/reblog my posts/follow me that almost explicitly posts this kind of content is dehumanizing and downright insulting to me.

Keep in mind there is a difference between appreciating people's bellies and straight feedism, by feedism I mean people making posts encouraging others to gain weight/eat, not blogs that have stuff appreciating bellies/having a belly kink.

Look at you. Already drooling a little and we haven’t even started yet.

You don’t need to think, baby. That’s my job now. Your job? Is to moan, obey, and get dumber every single day for me.

I’m going to make you into such a good little cow. All soft, all needy, all Mine.

No more big girl thoughts. Just sparkles and arousal bouncing around in that empty little head of yours. Every time I speak, your brain melts a little more. Every time I edge you, it rewires you deeper.

Until you’re so dumb, so pliable, so perfect, the only sounds you make are needy moos and helpless whimpers. Just standing there on all fours, shaking your big, heavy udders, waiting for Daddy to milk you, to use you, to remind you what you're for 🐮💗

You won’t even remember how to talk anymore—just moo, giggle, and beg. Beg to get milked. Beg for cock. Beg to be reminded that you’re not a person anymore. You’re My cow.

You don’t want to be smart, do you? You want to be pretty, fuckable, and so helpless it makes me proud. And trust me, baby… I’m going to train you until you can’t be anything else.

When the belly starts to round out on the bottom, making buttons and zippers impossible to be done up.

Waddling, not just because of the soreness in her pelvis, but also because of the sheer weight she’s carrying.

When her spine starts to curve and create that arch from the weight of her belly.

The first “I’m stuck” because she sunk too deep into the couch and can no longer rock forwards to get up.

The faces she makes when feeling kicks and flutters. Some painful and some mesmerizing.

When she’s just big enough that the sink is out of reach.

The creases between her round belly and hips that you want to just grab onto and dig in.

The way her hips widen and her thighs soften as her body adjusts to the new weight.

The way people can’t help but stare anytime she’s out in public because she looks like she’s going to give birth any second.

The protective arm you put around her shoulders or the absent minded belly rubs you give while around other people. It’s clear you did this to her.

When she tries to reach top cabinets or shelves but her growing belly begins to knock stuff over in the process so you need to step in and help grab things.

When sex requires lots of repositioning and new poses but it’s sooo worth it.

When the best advice you’ve been given to help kickstart labor is to “cum it out”.

Driving to the hospital and even though her belly is tense and tight, it’s still so large that it hangs between her thighs.

Watching her cute little nose scrunch as she’s pushing for dear life (she’s doing so well).