Gemmatonne

ppl are like "feedees dni" as if they dont want to see a princess get more princess per princess

It’s honestly crazy how the human body reacts to regular overeating with making it not only easier to eat more, but also more difficult to not do so. Your own body is so eager to help you fatten up for a possible lean season that it has no knowledge or concept that such a thing will never be coming. No, instead it drives you to eat more and more, not feeling satisfied with what you used to eat until you wake up one day with a quivering stomach begging for more than twice of what you used to be able to eat at the bare minimum. Your own body desperately wants to make you fatter, so it’s no wonder people blow up without even realizing it. Just the littlest slip in control can lead someone sliding headfirst into obesity, not to mention when it’s being done intentionally.

I am obsessed lately with the idea of getting so incredibly fat, that my belly is the first thing people notice when they see me. I want to be so morbidly obese, my massive belly is hanging out of a 6XL to at least my knees. I want a wide, super deep hanging apron belly that proudly displays my dedication to gluttony to others. Unignorable and shocking extreme obesity. Too fat for clothes, barely capable of waddling. Just plain, unapologetically fat.

Groping femme tummy over a pretty dress.... possessive hip squeezes as I suck on her neck... little kisses peppered on her soft tummy before going down on her.....

so stupidly horny for the way soft flesh moves, jiggling and bouncing and rippling and swaying

you can have “lesbian” in your url and “lesbian” in your blog title and “lesbian” in your bio and “lesbian” in your pinned post and people will Still think that men are invited to interact with you sexually

Holy shit is this true. You can have DNI and they will follow too. Interaction means anything touching my profile.

You don't understand, you need to make me so fat that I take up the whole bed, so wide that I fill a two seater couch and so big, that I can barely squeeze through doors. 😵‍💫🤤🥵

stuffing in jeans is soooo… you have to undo the button and unzip almost immediately as you start to eat, with a sigh of relief and a few burps, freed from the soft gut now spilling out onto your lap. you’re still aware of the friction on your hips and thighs, that tight, snug feeling. denim just doesn’t have enough give. you keep eating, and pretty soon even the pull of the opened zipper is digging into your soft underbelly, cold and sharp, forcing you to wiggle your jeans further down your hips, exposing your underwear. maybe you discard them completely as you continue to eat, but not without the nagging thought at the back of your mind that soon you won’t be able to button those jeans ever again.