sapphic stuffer ❤️

I love (love, love, 🥵, ugh, love) an overfed boy. It's the very best thing. Stuffed to the brim, swollen and heavy, absolutely destroyed by taking a good thing to far? I become instantly feral, incapable of any focus other than "fill every sense with this overladen man and see how many times you can cum."

But, look. The words "I stuffed myself" are intreguing but not the whole game, okay? I need to know how full you are.

I want to see you reclining, trying to give your belly space, clutching your tight, round gut as if it might explode if you don't hold it back.

I want to hear you panting, unable to draw a deep breath as your stomach crowds out your lungs.

I want you to look at me with pleading eyes, aware you can't unbuckle, can't get up, can't get off without my help.

I want you to burp and hiccup and moan, and squirm trying to find a position to sit or lie that doesn't ache.

I want you to complain about how you over did it. Show me how bloated you are and where it hurts. Demonstrate how much bigger you are than last time. How much worse the damage is. Tell. Me. Everything.

If you are just sitting there or standing there, posing comfortably with your little food baby? Darling, I am going to be so bored.

But give me even a taste of how gorgeously stuffed you can be, of the viceral experience I crave? I will help myself.

I am going to use every tool in my considerable kit to convince you to have another serving, another slice, another shake. I will tempt you, I will bully you, I will gaslight you, I will bribe you, I will reward you.

If you can stand, I will make sure you cannot.

If your belly has give, I will fill it until it is about to burst.

If you can speak, I will reduce you to moaning, groaning, and whimpering.

Want my help? Show me what I could have.

I don't know of a website to host it that has a multiple choice quiz option that will tell you your score, so you'll just have to do it in the app. Like the rice purity test, count up each item you checked off, and minus your score from 80.

For each item, check it off if you would do it, have done it, or the idea of it turns you on, in a fictional or realistic context, with fictional or realistic partners.

Touch someone's belly

Have someone touch my belly

Feed someone

Be fed by someone

Stuffing (eating beyond the point of fullness)

Relationship weight gain

Holiday weight gain

Post-injury healing weight gain (includes eating disorder recovery)

Transition weight gain

Stress/whump weight gain

Accidental weight gain

Intentional weight gain

Mutual weight gain

Body contrast/size difference

Read weight gain fic

Look at weight gain art, sequence art

Look at before and after photographs of weight gain

Impregnate someone

Be impregnated

Outgrow clothing

Break clothing (popping buttons, ripping seams)

Break furniture

Lay underneath someone heavy/on top of someone light

Starter belly/beer belly

Burp in someone's face/have someone burp in your face

Round, hard bellies

Soft, fat, flabby bellies

Fat feet

Chubby thighs

Moobs/large breasts

B bellies

Apron bellies

Double chins

Fat arms

Fat fingers

Fatpads (the layer of fat over the pubis bone)

Fat obscuring genetalia

Too fat for certain sex positions

Too fat to fit in someone's arms

Too fat to reach yourself

Loss of fitness

Loss of hygiene

Loss of mobility

Water inflation

Air inflation

Cum inflation

Blueberry

Oviposition (pregnant with eggs)

Object vore

Hibernation weight gain

Blob

Blimp/balloon

Macro/giant

Intoxicated stuffing

Spoiled pet play

Fat dominant

Fat submissive

Fat mommy/daddy

Soft vore without digestion

Hard vore with digestion

Hucow (human cow transformation)

Fatfur (fat furries)

Monster transformation weight gain (like werewolves)

Force feeding

Funnel feeding

Weight gain shake

Secret weight gain manipulation

Bimbo/himbofication through weight gain

Lactation

Messy/slobby eating

Eating on all fours/eating with no hands

Teasing

Humiliation

Medical/health play

Public stuffing

Double your starting weight

Unrecognizable weight gain

Extreme weight gain (500+ lbs)

Unrealistic/fantasy weight gain

Death feedism

Score:

80-76: very pure

75-40: occasional fetishist

39-1: dedicated fetishist

0: filthy feedist

finally the pot on the stove is empty. the conversation has come to a natural lull and the fullness has set in. fuck, when did you eat so much?

lovingly looking at them, across the table with a lopsided smile. oh you’re stuffed. and maybe a little drunk. heavy breaths as you will yourself to get up from the table and carry yourself to bed. maybe they slip an arm around your waist to support your heft- they know ~ and they love you even more for letting yourself relax.

you get cuddled up into bed, their hand slipping around your softened but packed belly as if it’s the most natural thing in the world; gently massaging and providing the softest sweetest comfort. soft burps and small hiccups slip between you’re smiling lips as they feather little kisses on your neck.

But "stuffed" is when he isn't thinking anymore. He's shifting and squirming and trying to get comfortable, he's whining and moaning and whimpering. He's burping and groaning and panting. He babbles like he's begging: I'm so stuffed. I'm so tight. Oh god, I'm so big, it hurts so much, it feels so good, ooooh....

But tonight I just want a big man who has overeaten just because he can, because he's hungry, and big. He's not laid low, but he's not shy about it. He's pretty pleased with his performance, and wants me to admit I was too. He's going to grunt and groan about it while he pulls his belt off, he's going to rub his belly and burp, and he's going to recount everything he ate, showing off.

I want to pretend I didn't notice or don't care, because I want him to show off more. To really try to prove it to me. I want him to tell the same story three times, in case I didn't catch it. I want him to roll his shirt up over his belly and show me how he can't even suck it in, just to get a rise out of me. I will try to control my blushes, try not to stare. I want him to get almost annoyed: he knows this should be turning me on, so why aren't I cracking?

He might be all swagger, but he really, really needs my approval. He needs to know I am as desperate for him as I can be. So he plays it up, exaggerating his moans, drawing attention to his excess every way he can.

Maybe he even goes in for a last beer, a final dessert. Pushing it even after he has pushed it, just to break me.

Who will break then? I think I would enjoy the contest: my self control against his stomach capacity. Will he make me cum before he eats so much that he regrets it? Will he get the satisfaction of reducing me to a feral muse, or will I get the satisfaction of hearing him beg for a hand getting off the couch, getting off at all?