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Jammy asks her spacecraft's computer to create a "human soda she could drink all day" which the computer obliged. Turns out it made a soda she can't physically stop drinking and that is infinite :)
Fortunately for her she managed to remove it from her lips but got bigger in the meantime
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Traveling means crappy bar food, which makes me a very bloated girl ;)
Been requested to do a coke bloat and I decided to add some mentos into the mix, full video sup on my OnlyFans !
I know shes supposed to be losing weight, but sometimes I cant help myself. 😈 Heres a little progression of how last night went.... @chunkubis-xxx started it when she sent me that picture on the couch. So, I ended it by making her a blimp and fucking her senseless. 😉
Was asked to record a lil chug and burp and who am I to say no when I’m being sent all these beer donations?! Any requests DM me and I’ll see what I can do, bonus points if you buy the beer
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My boyfriend who knows I'm a feedee but isn't into feedism himself (or so I thought) took me to a shopping centre. I thought we'd be running errands but he almost immediately guided me to the restaurants area. There was a few of those: one with Italian food, one with Asian food, and of course one with fast food. Around the corner, on the same floor there was also a café that served huge cake slices that were made out of more cream than cake.
He sat me down and told me he'll buy me a meal from every one of those restaurants. 3 meals plus dessert couldn't be that hard, right?
First, he ordered a pizza. As we were waiting for it he got me 2 burgers, chicken nuggets and large fries. I was hungry, so it disappeared in no time. I washed it down with some coke, still smiling and chatting with my boyfriend. My belly was just starting to get visible, since without stuffing I'm fairly slim.
Then, the pizza came in. It was bigger than I expected (it covered half of the table!), with lots of toppings and an amazing, gold crust. He took a slice and so did I. But as he finished his, I was reaching out for my third. Well, out of 8 slices, I ended up eating 5.
Needless to say I started to feel my belly under my dress. It was supposed to be stretchy so it was stretched out on the round, full curve of my stomach. I leaned back and rubbed it in hope to make room for what my boyfriend was carrying to our table.
He went over to the Asian restaurant and got me a piramide of dumplings, sushi, spring rolls, shrimp and chicken. Everything deep fried. I couldn't help myself and started eating. With each bite I started to feel more stuffed. Halfway through, I was packed full. I leaned back into the restaurant booth, but he wasn't done. He switched seats and now was sitting next to me instead of across the table. Bite after bite, he fed me 20 sushi pieces while patting and rubbing my tummy with his warm hand. Everyone was side-eyeing us, I felt so embarrassed with that bloated, achy tummy in front of me. But at the same time so turned on from his touch and encouraging words. You did so good for me baby. I'm so proud of my little, full princess.
It hurt so good. It all lasted a while, probably over two hours. We ended up sitting there some more and chatting, while his hand was still on my belly. Laughing and even deep breathes caused discomfort though. When he suggested dessert I couldn't help but wonder if I won't pop. He had to help me get up, with one hand on my back. When I was finally standing I felt everything shift in my stomach. We walked slowly to the café where he got me chocolate cake, my favourite. He spoon-fed it to me since I didn't believe it'd fit in my tummy and wouldn't want to find out. But he wanted to.
We still went shopping, but it was more showing off how round and packed he made me, he looked so proud. On our way home I felt every bump or curb on the road, whining and moaning every time my tummy let out a noise or a deep gurgle. He rubbed the whole ride, telling me how much he loves me and how cute I look with my belly rounded out on my lap. Does he want to make me fat?
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