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WOW! @thegwengordon 's clothes do NOT fit me!
Come watch me struggle into them anyways ~
a relationship progression of some kind
a feeder shoulder demon and a fustrated angel

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My knight often believes that I cant see her eyes from underneath her visor. I know where she stares, what she seeks… who can blame a princess for wanting to please her subjects?
She always says “This is a maids job” when I ask for her to bring me snacks from the kitchen.
“I couldn’t dare, your highness,” when I ask her to hand feed me. Its a faux complaint, her eyes smile as she slips off her gauntlet and grabs that crème filled pastry. I know where her eyes wander. To my lips, to my jaw as I chew. She complains, but those battle hardened eyes soften as I do. Who can blame a princess for wanting to please her subjects?
My knight, she always says “Your highness, wouldn’t you rather have a maid do this? My hands are calloused and scarred.” She doesn’t understand that I saw her eyes through the visor, even though she averts them now after doffing her helm. How she stared at my stomach when she unlaced my corset, how she ogled my royal curves.
“They don’t have your muscles, dear knight~” which is the only excuse that she’ll accept. No, she wouldn’t be lathering me in oils and lotions any other way. She doesn’t know that her mistress will find any excuse to get those hands on me. She doesn’t know how much it riles me when i feel the minute rapping she does along my sides, sinking calloused finger into soft roll. No, she cant see my eyes, even though they’re staring right toward hers. Shes lost in massaging my tummy, its overhang.
“How luxurious you are, my princess” the words drop out of her, as quiet as a breath. Her fingers slide under my apron belly, oils barely masking the beautiful rough textures that her fingertips hold. I hold my stare, her comment settling sweet in my ears.
She won’t dare lift her gaze. I know I’ll catch her hazel later though, through the visor.
we are at the dawn of a new generation of gorgeously fat trans women that is beyond my wildest dreams
Nothing like a little bedtime snack 🍩
Got horny and wrote more smut. This time from an unexpected feeder’s perspective. Again, lesbian smut because I am nothing if not incredibly gay.
If you like this stuff, definitely let me know as I’m really just writing what interests me and have zero idea if it does anything for anyone else.
Stuffing Teddy
I have always been a big girl and was no stranger to the types I tended to attract. Yearning for my belly half as much as me. Sometimes it felt like their eyes would never meet mine, rising no further than my waist, but she was different. Sure, she also liked my belly, but her chocolate drop eyes, she was always looking so lovingly into mine. So when she brought me treats or squeezed my waist, it didn’t feel like she was just plumping me up, it felt like she was loving me in the way she knew how. And look, I *am* a fat girl at heart. I didn’t get big by accident. You surprise me with cookies and a latte, and I’m going to do a happy dance in my seat. That’s just how that works. I’d put on a little happy weight in our relationship, but I’m already fat. A few more pounds wasn’t the end of the world. What I didn’t expect was what she’d eventually ask of me, or how much I’d enjoy it.
Theodosia, or Theo as I liked to call her, was a scrawny little thing and I’d always assumed contrast had been part of the appeal for her as it had been for so many of my partners before. But then she asked me–and this is so typical of Theo–she asked me if she could gain weight. Like I was going to tell her what she could and couldn’t do with her body. She was so nervous too. It was so cute, the little dork. When she asked for my help though, I was a little more hesitant. It wasn’t something I had ever been interested in and had some reservations, but I’m no prude and was willing to give it a shot.
Initially I just helped put more food on her plate. She kept asking for advice, like there was some secret technique to getting fat, so I started responding by simply handing her a snack and telling her to eat it. That *is* the secret to gaining weight, after all.
As time went on she started to fill out and something clicked in my brain I wasn’t expecting. I really liked it. Maybe it was just how full her breasts had become. Maybe it was how round her ass had started to look. Maybe… maybe it was the way her belly had started to rest on her lap when she looked up at me from the couch as she waited to start movie night. Maybe I was simply intoxicated by love. Whatever it was, I was really enjoying watching her gain that happy weight. Which is why, when we were going to bed one night I decided to suggest something she had asked to try with me but I’d turned down at the time.
As we approached the landing of the stairs, riled up from cuddling that turned to kissing, and then more playful endeavors, I peered into the kitchen and remembered she had once asked to feed me while we were being intimate. At the time I was worried that one feeding might lead to many and it wasn’t something I’d wanted to encourage. But she wanted to be fed, and I had started enjoying feeding her. I broached the subject and immediately I watched those little chocolate chip eyes melt at the prospect. I had stumbled across her fantasy and I now wanted to truly watch her melt into a whimpering puddle beneath me.
I grabbed a plate of brownies from the fridge we had made earlier and headed up the stairs. I crawled on top, making sure to lift and set my belly onto her. She was shivering with anticipation beneath me with enough force I could feel her anxiety quaking throughout my thighs. I leaned forward, making sure to crush her just a little beneath me as I kissed her forehead. Then I placed a brownie at her lips and mouthed, “eat.”
Her lips quivered ever so slightly as she leaned forward to take the first bite of many. I smiled, watching her double chin begin to form and then disappear as she chewed, conspiring to ensure it would soon have nowhere to hide. Between each bite, a kiss and an encouraging word. As the pile on the plate dwindled, she began to feel her limits. Rubbing her swollen stomach, pressing into the bottom of my own, I began to feel a hunger to please.
She had done so well. Her sweet eyes gazed up at me then tried to take the brownie with her own hand. I stopped her, moving her hands to cradle my belly in them and let her jiggle and squirm as I finished feeding her the plate. Finally, I handed her the plate. She looked up at me, a little confused, so I warmly instructed, “go on, lick it clean for me.” As I set her to cleaning her plate, I went to satiating my own hunger. She was sweet and I drank from her hungrily. Rubbing and softly jiggling her bloated belly as I worked, she remained locked in place, holding onto that plate to anchor her lest she be lost in the storms of her own rapture.
At first I gave her a moment to catch her breath, but as she kept panting it started to become clear she was panting from being full as much as being fulfilled. Taking pity on her cute quandary, I pulled her up onto my belly to rest while sitting up a little more. She wrapped her arms softly around me. Tucked beneath my arm with her belly pressing against my body, she suddenly drew a resemblance too adorable to keep to myself.
“Y’know what you look like right now?” I asked teasingly. She was too gassed to answer, but she nuzzled into my shoulder as if to ask me to go on. “You’re a stuffed little teddy bear. That’s what you are. My little Teddy.” The reaction was immediate, she quivered again at being compared to such a portly creature and again I repeated myself. “My stuffed little Teddy bear.” She smiled and squeezed me softly.
From that day on that’s what she was too. My chubby little Teddy. I reveled in stuffing her with every indulgence I could squeeze past her lips. And in turn, she doubled down in all the little ways she showed me how much she cared. We both got a little bigger, her gaining the lions share in that time, but her love had also seen me become bigger than I had ever been. But it didn’t matter to me. It was all happy weight. Because I was truly happy with her, my Teddy bear. 🧸
woagh new vid with @meowpuptummy …
selling this one obvi <3 hmu for details!

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The ultimate futile gesture: struggling into my girlfriend's clothes
ft. the wardrobe of the teeny tiny @thegwengordon
I love this screenshot so much too, just look! 😭
i really like this pic, it can’t be restricted to just of …
spilling out of my new clothes 😳
the best cow everrrrr
POV im about to sit on your face ;3
I’m curious, what made you guys like this picture so much? I was not expecting it to do as well as it did because it felt like such a low effort picture when I took it.

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i took this pic and seeing how round i was turned me on so i had to go eat about it
Happy forklift of July, and god bless obesity