After stuffing myself with dumplings <3
After stuffing myself with dumplings <3
2023-07-10 17:49:26 +0000 UTC View Post
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Before stuffing myself with dumplings
Before stuffing myself with dumplings
2023-07-10 17:44:48 +0000 UTC View Post
Trying on clothes that are too tight for me now, but fit jus..
Trying on clothes that are too tight for me now, but fit just fine a couple months ago 😳 I guess I’m gaining faster than I thought hehe 😈 Any and all tips will go toward more food (i rly wanna do a sushi stuffing soon)
2023-06-28 19:54:18 +0000 UTC View Posthehe I love being a spoiled, greedy princess 🖤🍱 (swipe to th..
hehe I love being a spoiled, greedy princess 🖤🍱 (swipe to the end for encouragement)
2023-06-27 21:21:28 +0000 UTC View PostI’ve been eating good this week 😈 I hope you all have, too! ..
I’ve been eating good this week 😈 I hope you all have, too! New encouragement video and tight clothes try on coming this week!
2023-06-25 21:52:36 +0000 UTC View PostI’m 125 now hehe. 😈 150 here I come?! (Also thanks for your..
I’m 125 now hehe. 😈 150 here I come?! (Also thanks for your patience. Sorry, I know it’s been a bit.)
2023-06-20 17:32:33 +0000 UTC View PostI woke up soft this morning after devouring a medium pizza l..
I woke up soft this morning after devouring a medium pizza last night hehe 😈
2023-06-14 16:21:02 +0000 UTC View Postchubby feedress gf 🥵 i’ve been enjoying overindulgence and t..
chubby feedress gf 🥵 i’ve been enjoying overindulgence and the consequences of it hehe 😈
2023-06-13 06:21:14 +0000 UTC View Posthey everyone! i’ll have a post up tonight! i’ve had company ..
hey everyone! i’ll have a post up tonight! i’ve had company staying at my apartment for a few days so i took a little break, but i’ll be uploading again tonight. thank you all for your patience. <3
2023-06-12 17:43:57 +0000 UTC View PostFrom this morning’s ramen stuffing 🖤
From this morning’s ramen stuffing 🖤
2023-06-04 18:44:48 +0000 UTC View Postencouragement <3 keep those bellies full
encouragement <3 keep those bellies full
2023-06-02 21:39:45 +0000 UTC View PostI need to shave hehe I hope you all have been eating well a..
I need to shave hehe I hope you all have been eating well and taking good care of yourselves! Keep those tummies full babes 😈 and I’ll do the same Expect a new encouragement clip coming later this week!
2023-05-28 21:11:56 +0000 UTC View Post🍑 My next post, I’ll be nude 😈
🍑 My next post, I’ll be nude 😈
2023-05-26 18:28:28 +0000 UTC View Postafter yesterday’s stuffing 💗 my hips are getting softer whic..
after yesterday’s stuffing 💗 my hips are getting softer which makes me happy. i keep looking at the pictures I posted yesterday and I can’t stop staring at my hips. i hope they get bigger 😩
2023-05-24 17:00:50 +0000 UTC View PostThe poll has spoken! From my ramen stuffing this morning :)
The poll has spoken! From my ramen stuffing this morning :)
2023-05-23 18:00:01 +0000 UTC View PostLet me know what I should focus on for my content! I want to..
Let me know what I should focus on for my content! I want to give you guys what you want to see!
2023-05-23 13:19:39 +0000 UTC View Post<3 can you see how my tits are growing out of this piece? i ..
<3 can you see how my tits are growing out of this piece? i love it 🥵
2023-05-22 17:03:04 +0000 UTC View Postgetting softer day by day ❤️ if anyone wants to send me a ti..
getting softer day by day ❤️ if anyone wants to send me a tip, i’ll use it at the asian marketplace later and maybe i’ll even record myself eating what i get for you hehe 😈🖤
2023-05-19 15:27:26 +0000 UTC View PostSorry for the low quality! But I’m back babes :) I hope you’..
Sorry for the low quality! But I’m back babes :) I hope you’ve all stayed well-fed and are hungry for more 😈
2023-05-15 18:55:56 +0000 UTC View PostI’m starting my thick era 😈 starting to love my body and I c..
I’m starting my thick era 😈 starting to love my body and I cannot wait to get even thicker. (I’ll have a new part to my story up soon, I’ve just been struggling to find motivation to write. Also, I won’t be active for a few days because I’ll have company over. I’ll still be answering messages, I just wont be posting for a couple days. I’ll be back to posting on Monday, though! Thx for your ongoing support and understanding!)
2023-05-12 14:38:18 +0000 UTC View PostI’ll send full nudes to anyone who wants to send me a tip he..
I’ll send full nudes to anyone who wants to send me a tip hehe 🖤❤️
2023-05-11 04:16:25 +0000 UTC View PostI’m getting chubby hehe I have this fantasy about becoming a..
I’m getting chubby hehe I have this fantasy about becoming a chubby, demanding, dominant feedee that makes you go fetch me food. Maybe that’s the idea for my next story 😈
2023-05-09 17:51:10 +0000 UTC View PostCan you tell I’m stuffed? Hehe Any tips will go towards more..
Can you tell I’m stuffed? Hehe Any tips will go towards more food 😈
2023-05-06 18:19:01 +0000 UTC View Post
swipe to the end 😈🍰 i hope you’ve all been good and i’ll sta..
swipe to the end 😈🍰 i hope you’ve all been good and i’ll start writing a new story soon. thank you all for your patience and ideas i received in my inbox! i’ve been taking it easy because my job had worn me down honestly, so now that I have a break i’m taking it. that being said, this week I’ll start writing a new story and I’ll have it uploaded sometime soon. Thanks for the understanding! Muah 💋
2023-04-28 16:40:11 +0000 UTC View PostI’ll come up with a new story idea soon. In the meantime, he..
I’ll come up with a new story idea soon. In the meantime, here’s some pics to hold you over. Muah! Thank you all for your patience and support <3
2023-04-25 04:24:04 +0000 UTC View Posthey guys. i’ll have a new post up later today. i’m sorry i h..
hey guys. i’ll have a new post up later today. i’m sorry i haven’t been online much. this is embarrassing to admit, but i actually lost my job a couple days ago. i got dehydrated at work and they fired me because it made me sick which apparently caused a “safety hazard”. idk it’s bullshit if you ask me, but i work in the food industry so that’s to be expected. Anyhow, I guess now more than ever tips would be greatly appreciated if you can afford them. The bright side to all of this is that now I have more time to dedicate to making content for all of you! Any help/support is appreciated and hang tight for a new post from me later tonight. Thank you guys for your continued love n care! <3
2023-04-24 13:46:59 +0000 UTC View PostThe first thing you do is try to get your brain back online...
The first thing you do is try to get your brain back online. Breathe. You need to breathe. Your brain interprets this message as “You should inhale once as deeply as you can and suck your gut in and maybe Nico won’t notice you’re fat.” Even as you do it, you know it’s ridiculous. For one thing, I’ve got a handful of your belly flab in my iron grip. And besides- you can suck in a little pooch, maybe, but a gut that fills your entire lap, that falls between your thighs and presses into table ledges and rests on counters? A belly so wide that your hands barely come together underneath it? Is not suck-in-able. Still, the abs you once had must be somewhere, buried underneath all that fat, and when you suck in, your tummy moves back a few inches. Embarrassingly, it’s still touching me, still pressed against my small frame and flat stomach and the sharp lines of my stupidly visible hipbones. “Relax, baby,” I say, and I loosen my hold on your tummy fat, giving it a gentle little pat instead. You can feel your belly jiggle under my hand, and your whole body sparks with burning arousal and shame. You exhale, and your gut flops forward again. If you could roll onto your tummy and bury your red face in your pillow, you totally would. As it is, though, there’s no room to move- and you’ve been too fat to lay on your tummy for the better part of a year, anyway. I pat your belly again, a curious little tap that you can’t quite read, and then look you directly in the face, my eyes sparkling even in the gloom of the bedroom. “Well?” Seriously. So fucking pushy. “I don’t know, Nico. It just…” You trail off, not sure how to finish the sentence. “It just happened.” I raise an eyebrow, and my mouth curves up into a little smile that makes me look so cute it’s almost unfair. A stupidly pretty girl, staring up at you with an expression that manages to be both cocky and utterly earnest. “It just happened that you gained a hundred pounds?” I glance down at your belly doubtfully, and you know I’m thinking- rightly so- that it’s probably quite a bit more than one hundred, even. Fucking Nico. Bane of your existence. You should have never answered the goddamn door. You clear your throat. “I was hungry,” you finally say. “Oh, well that explains it then,” I chirp, my little smile splitting into a sarcastic grin. “Makes perfect sense.” You shrug. What else could you say? You could say that your work-from-home job left you with a lot of free time on your hands and that it’s not your fault that you have a big appetite. You could say that you were bored. You could say that you really liked to cook. If you were feeling particularly confessional, you could even say that you’ve always liked food, that even in high school, sometimes you’d eat too much, just for the white-hot little thrill of it; that you can remember times when you would have pocket money and spent it all on candy bars, walking home and eating them one by one until your stomach hurt. You sometimes still do that, and then lock yourself in your bedroom and have the most shockingly intense orgasm of your life, surreptitiously jerking off and staring down at your distended belly, feeling your forearm bump it with every stroke. You could say that you started doing that secret thing where you’d stuff yourself until it hurt to move and then jerk off in painful, bloated misery and acute, mind-blowing pleasure— too often. Daily. Until it had become a habit, until you’d gained and gained and gained. Until you were fat, and fatter, and fatter. But you don’t say any of that; you can’t say any of that. “I—well.” You pause, shifting a little and laying your hand on my firm upper arm. It seems acceptable to touch me; after all, I’m still resting my own hand on your gut. “I guess I just like how it feels to be weighed down.” You give my bicep a squeeze. “Is it weird that…” I trail off, biting my lip in contemplation. “I want to feed you.” You smile. “Okay,” you say absurdly, as if that’s all that needs to be said on the subject, as if it’s that easy to dismiss. I slide my hand up, from the side swell of your belly to where your ribs would be if you weren’t so fat. You hold your breath again, and I slide my hand up further, further, until my cool, thin fingers are resting on your cheek. “I missed you,” I whisper. You grin, trying not to indicate that your heart is pounding out of your chest. “Shit, Nico, I missed you too.” And then it’s just right there, the precipice of this thing we’ve been moving inexorably toward nearly all this time, over months and different time zones. In the end, it’s just another ledge to jump from, but you don’t have the nerve. It’s me who moves those few inches forward and kisses you, just like you’ve always known it would be. I’ve always been the dominant one. My mouth is soft, and even though you can tell I’m nervous- I’m practically vibrating with tension- I don’t hesitate. Of course I don’t. I never do. I kiss you firmly, my lips just slightly parted, and before you can even quite wrap your head around what’s happening, I’m sucking your lower lip into my insistent mouth, tugging you into the kiss with the same demanding nerve that had landed me on your doorstep a month ago. It doesn’t take you long to get with the program, though. You slide your hand up to the nape of my neck, pull me closer and deepen the kiss a little, taking control just to see what I will do. I begin to shift my hands to your belly as to claim my territory as the dominant. It makes me want to laugh, makes me want to shout with joy, when you surrender, letting me lead again without even a moment of hesitation. So I do, sliding into the driver’s seat and kissing you with a sprawling, lazy kind of intensity that makes you absolutely mindless. Unsurprisingly, I’m pushy in bed, too- I pull you closer and closer, my hands gripping your soft biceps and tugging; dragging you forward until more and more of your weight is resting on me. You let me do it; let me pull you closer and closer, shamelessly needy, until you’re propped up by your own fat belly spilling onto my lean torso; the weight of your gut heavy between us. It’s the first time you’ve fooled around since you got quite this big, and you aren’t really prepared for what it feels like to do this with so much fat in the way. It’s a little awkward. Your big belly keeps you from being as close to me as you’d like, and the easy, graceful way you’d moved with old lovers, easily shifting against another person, is impossible now. It should be embarrassing- and it is, a little- but fuck, it’s sexy, too. I can feel your dick through your briefs, hot and hard against your bare lower belly, your t-shirt rucked halfway up your gut. And I can feel my own pussy, too, throbbing in my underwear. It’s weirdly, frantically sexy, the way your belly connects us and separates us at once. “Fuck, fuck. Oh my God.” I moan and bring my hands back up to your wide bicep, squeezing gently, the sensation reminding you that even your arm has gotten fat. “Roll over, babe,” I whisper. “On your back.” You don’t move for a second, and I bite my bottom lip anxiously. “Please.” I could ask you to go to the moon right now and you’d do it. So you do, pulling me with you as you flop down onto your back. I roll with you, as graceful as you are ungainly, and then I’m straddling you, and it’s just like I had pictured it; my legs spread wide to accommodate your fat belly, my clit pressed up against the fattest, softest part of your gut. I don’t move for a moment, just gazing down at you in the darkness. “Take this off,” I demand suddenly, tugging at the hem of your tight t-shirt. Fuck. A million excuses spring to your lips. I’m cold, or I don’t want to, or just plain no. But I’m looking down at you, earnest and sweet, blue eyes wide as saucers. “Please,” I whisper again, like I know you can’t say no to it. “Okay.” You push yourself up on your elbows, considering. “Make yourself useful,” you mumble, gesturing for me to tug your t-shirt up. The truth is that you can’t quite pull yourself into a sitting position without rolling onto your side. Your tummy’s in the way- and I’m on your lap which doesn’t help, either. I grin at you, wide and sunny and just the slightest bit predatory- not a look you had expected from me, although you probably should have. I’ve always been like this, relentless in the pursuit of something I want. I run one hand over your exposed lower belly, my touch so gentle that you gasp with it, feeling like there must be a direct line between your belly and your cock. Then I smile again, carefully pulling your t-shirt up. “Sit up a little more, baby,” I say when I can’t tug your shirt any higher because it’s pinned under your back. You feel your cheeks heat up. “I can’t, not when you’re on top of me like this.” “With this in the way, you mean,” I murmur, my voice casual, almost off-hand, as I pat your tummy. You contemplate spontaneous orgasm or sudden death, and I lean forward, gripping your elbow and tugging you up by an inch or two, freeing the back of your t-shirt and dragging it over your head with absolutely zero finesse. “There,” I say, tossing the offending shirt onto the floor and staring down at you, my eyes glued to your newly exposed midsection, my gaze so intense that you feel a little like a bug pinned under glass. A very fat bug. It goes on like this- you’re frozen, I’m staring- so long that you can hardly stand it, until I look up at you and lean down, dropping my lean midsection against the bloated curve of your belly, one hand coming up to cup the softness of your chest. “You feel good,” I mumble against your neck, gracelessly pushing my clit against your belly again. You grin in the darkness, relief pounding in your heart, and bring your hands up to my hips, tugging me closer. “You do, too.” Later, when we’ve kissed until our lips are chapped; when we’ve ground our hips together until you think your lower belly might actually be chafed from the friction of my soaked panties rubbing against the lower curve of your gut, we caress each others bodies like there’s not belly in the way. Except it’s not exactly in the way because we both know see how badly I want it there. You ask me if I want you to touch my wet pussy with your hand and I push it down into my panties. I use my free hand to push your fat tummy out of the way to touch your cock. When it’s over, when I am sprawled across your gut and we’re both sticky with cum, panting and sweaty, it’s me who finds my tongue first. “This better than writing a letter?” You nod, trying to conjure up some words “Yeah,” you pant. “Yeah, so much better.” (Part 6)
2023-04-17 17:43:08 +0000 UTC View Post