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Twt: @/StinkyyyDJ & @/FartingOtaku
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Currently stuck thinking about being fed and teased all day long as someone's pet
Like I wanna be kept full to my limit and forcefully topped off every so often to ensure that I'm uncomfortably full no matter what, constantly being groped and toyed with from the moment I wake up 🤤💕
The need to be on all fours with an overfull belly hanging below is greater than what words can express rn
Just ate 1200 calories of junk :3
farting while eating gotta be top 10 best feelings ever. food in one hand and lifting my hip to push out a fart and make room for more food >>>
Hungrygirl❤️
THIS IS A IMPOSTER. THE REAL USER IS TUBBYEMMA2 ON INSTAGRAM! DO NOT GET SCAMMED!

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You'd sound like this too if your diet for the last 5 months only consisted of fast food and pizza 🥲
My boyfriend has been SPOILING me with cakes before bed and non stop eating for the past 4 or 5 days😌 he loves to calculate every calorie I consume and tell me about it while I mindlessly binge♥️♥️
these pants have never got better 😂😍
Lunch + dinner 🩷 stuffed for the day and ready to digest 😮💨 thanks for coming with me on todays gaining journey. Asks/submissions still open 😊

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piggy cant stop feeding her sore belly ahhhhh
Like a fucking yoga ball full of water.
I ate so much lasagna that I feel like I’m going to explode 💥
Need to be force fed
I need more. I need to be stuffed past the point of reason, past the point of struggling, past the point of breathing freely. I want to feel it—my gut packed so full, so tight, that every shallow gasp reminds me of how helplessly overfed I’ve become.
I want forceful hands shoveling bite after bite past my lips, ignoring my whimpers, pushing me beyond my limits. I want to be so heavy, so painfully full, that all I can do is lay there—a bloated, swollen glutton too stuffed to move, too overwhelmed to do anything but moan around another mouthful.
No such thing as "too much." No such thing as "enough." Just me, forced to take more until my body is stretched to its absolute limit.
Who’s going to make me?
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Kissing and licking tightly inflated, dangerously close to the bursting point belly. You agree.
Your belly howls as noodles slide down your throat. The dense clump lands heavy in your packed stomach, and your back arches further as the pressure increases. Deep angry gurgles rumble in your churning gut, the rich pasta sitting unhappily in you. You rub the hot, tight skin of your belly as it juts inches from your form; a heavy taut mound. God you can’t believe it’s so heavy and big, so stuffed with pasta. It’s so tight and full oh god. Your moan is lost in the shoveling of more food into your mouth. Noodles wet with sauce hang from your lips as you scoop handfuls from the pot. Your stomach cries out in groans and wet belches push up past the pasta going down. There’s so little room left but you’re so hungry, so desperate for more. You need so much more.
How much pasta did you make? Five boxes? Six? Seven? You didn’t even measure as you made the sauce, dumping ingredients in the huge stock pot in ratios you know by heart.
How much pasta is swirling in you now? The pot still has a quarter left, but your stomach is rebelling. You pant as you clutch at your distended stomach, it’s curves visible where it hangs from your ribs. You can feel the contents sloshing and churning, and you whine through the belches as you massage it. You’re so fucking full, so heavy with pasta and creamy sauce that is so so delicious. You can’t fit anything else but you’re not full yet, there’s still room, you know there must still be room.
You struggle to reach the pot, unable to sit up around the enormous belly hanging off you. You pull it into your lap and shove both your hands deep into the pile of still warm pasta. Your face is flushed the same red as your gut, every inch of you hot with arousal, digestion, and effort. Every swallow makes your stomach tighter, tighter, tighter but you can’t stop yourself. It’s too good, it’s not enough, it’s too much it’s too much. Ohhhhhhmmmmmmm you’re so stuffed but you can’t stop eating. Your belly heaves with the force of every swallow, no stretch left and only pressure. Building pressure, it’s so fucking tight oh god you’re going to burst but it’s still not enough.
The pot is empty and you let it fall to the ground in your desperate scrabble for the nearly untouched liter of soda. Each gulp feels like a shove to get down, but you’re so thirsty. Your stomach shakes with growls and whines, and you moan with it as you drain more into its depths. The skin is shiny and hard and you feel like you swallowed concrete and it’s so gooood. It’s so full, oh god you’re so full, you can’t believe how enormous you are. You gulp desperately. You need to be bigger, heavier, tighter. Ahhhhhmmmmm you’re so tight. Pain lances across your stomach but you keep drinking, the pressure keeps growing, it’s hard to breathe. It’s unbearable but it’s incredible.
The bottle falls to the ground empty. You fall backward to lie flat, shaking and writhing in pleasure and pain and pressure. You can’t fit anything else inside, you’re so full, you’d burst. Your gut is a heavy, angry mass weighing on you. It’s so huge, god it’s huge and heavy and full. The pressure inside is so so high. It’s so good, it’s so tight, it’s so stuffed. All the pasta and sauce and soda that you stuffed inside yourself; you fit so much inside yourself. You’re huge, you can’t reach yourself to touch yourself, you’re tight and stuffed and huge oh god. You’re so full, so full, so full, so full, so full