Fat Wife Vision Board

I would say the pleasure is all mine - but we both know that's not really true is it? 🤭

Sugary delights 🍫

Sensual belly touches 🫴🏻

And whatever other welcome distractions we can find for you as you are stuffed to your limit - day in and day out. 🥰

First - we listen to what your body most desires.

Then - we teach it how to listen to me instead.

Too full? Soon that will only be associated with deep pleasure. 💜

Too heavy? You're only able to think about that because you're not full enough 🤭

Too fat? No such thing 😘 eat some more until we're back at step 1.

It might start as an occasional indulgence, a way to unwind, to let go of the pressure of being perfect.

But it will always be there, at the back of your mind.

The knowledge of how good it feels to be full.

And the desire to keep growing for me.

It's there when you put an extra pump of syrup and dash of cream in your third coffee.

It's there when you add a second dish to your take out order 'for leftovers'.

And it will be there when you finally give in. When you're on your knees in front of me as I push creamy pastries between your plump lips, your apron of a belly spilling over your knees.

When you let me consume your thoughts, your body, your existence.

- being fed at certain times like every hour without having to think about when ur gonna eat next and one less thing to thing about

- having a feeder who know all your taste preferences, ur go to orders and flavour profile so you know if there’s a place that sells Mac and cheese as a side they’ll know to get that, and the fries and the soda cup must be a large

- not worrying if ur belly can hold it all or your comfort because ur bae will take out your belly when the waist band is too tough around your belly button. Unbuttoning your pants so you can eat that extra meal, and unzipping them so you can comfortably digest. Rubbing ur belly in circles and grabbing your rolls kneading it like dough so all your burps aren’t trapped and having max space for more food

- lotioning your belly with oils and butters so it’s xtra stretchy and the stretch marks are u comfortable or you feel like ur gonna pop

- getting you a scooter when ur shopping or having a day out after lunch so you can eat and stroll and just relax when ur gut gets too big and heavy

- kissing you after you let out intense belches being proud of you that you trust them enough to feed you take care of and cherish you for both of your enjoyment

“Babe you look bloated right now let me rub out those burps out of you”

“lol babe ur belly will feel SO much better and hold a lot more food if you let all those farts out you know I think they are cute!!”

“There’s no such thing as too much ice cream! I got 3 tubs of the gelato from the cafe you liked to go!”

“lol babe I know you want to eat this forth plate of pasta let me undo those buttons for you, your belly needs room to breathe!”

how are things going w your new gf?

Speaking of twins, I just discovered that a woman at my gym is pregnant with twins. She's about 5'5 and slender and I believe she's like 3 or 4 months in, but her belly (and right now especially) her tits are already too big for her frame. The best part (ie, the best thing I'm going to get since there's 0% chance of me touching her) is that her husband is a beefy dude -- probably 6'5 and 280 pounds -- which means that that this tiny woman is going to massively transform as her body adapts to growing two oversized babies.

Anyway, you want 'em big? Let's get big:

Encouraging them to feel free to eat what they want and whenever they want it. There's nothing inherently wrong with eating some leftover pizza as breakfast or pancakes for dinner. If something tastes very good, they should keep eating and savoring it, life's too short and these are life's small pleasures we can get with more ease, so they better enjoy them too their fullest.

When their body starts softening up, then I'll only appreciate and admire the extra weight on them. I'll play with their softer belly and squeeze their new lovehandles along with their thicker thighs.

Receiving all these new changes with open arms and loving them, all while continuing the indulgence and delicious meals.

Like, it’s such a lovely concept. You finally feel comfortable enough to settle and relax, enjoy some good quality time with your partner and the result is a widening waistline, the number on the scale rising and your clothes shrinking.

A few “Let’s go out for a dinner date" and "I have brought you your favorite pastry" later and the waistband suddenly sits a little snug, your face has rounded out with puffy cheeks and a slight double chin.

You spend most of your time with your partner cuddling and lounging on the bed or couch, munching along while watching movies. Not only your life gets soft and lazy but you too. The once little pooch you had, turned into a belly that juts out no matter if you stand or sit, surging forward into your lap and jiggling softly with every move. Your pudgy hands -on which your wedding ring already got stuck- reaches for another cookie, another plate, another little sweet treat.

And the best part: Society accepts it even. "Oh, you’re just happy and enjoying life" "It’s normal to put on weight in a healthy relationship" "Your wife/husband must do their job good in taking care of you"

i love seeing someone stuff themselves stupid and lean all the way back in their seat, and pat their big swollen belly... i love the sound it makes and being able to tell how full they are by the noise, i love the way the pudge jiggles just that tiny little bit around an absolutely packed stomach, i love lazy rubs and watching a shirt ride up

i love to hear phrases like "i'm so full" or "i ate too much" sighed out between- and maybe even interrupted by- belches and hiccups, i love the sighs and moans,

i love watching a pants button being opened, and the obvious relief

So embarrassed to have made such a pig of themselves in public... but you can tell it's making them dripping wet to show off what a complete fucking pig they are...

if you’re into intox

and also a sub feeder

i highly recommend having your partner chug beer while on top of you

their one hand between your legs, the other tipping the can to the sky, higher with every thick swallow, exaggerated juuust a bit for you, followed by a knowing grin because it had exactly the intended effect—likely another gush of lubrication coating their fingers

and you get to rub big circles over the round swell of their stomach that has just a bit of give, maybe tracing a bit of that sinful happy trail, as a treat

maybe if you’re lucky you’ll feel some of the sloshing under the surface, occasionally requiring them to pause, taking a deep breath with a hand on their belly since the constant movement jostles the contents under pressure

bonus points for a hearty belch relieving some of the tightness and making room for more

and once you’re finished and panting, they heave their heavy stomach forward to lay completely on top of you, pressing your knees to your shoulders, out of breath and sweating, and kiss you open-mouthed so you can taste the alcohol on their breath while they finish what they started