u/Weekly_Race_6006

every night i say tomorrow im not going to stuff myself, i need a little break, im blowing up so quick. not because i necessarily don’t absolutely love it (tho sometimes i have doubts, particularly nervous about my family’s reaction who i’ll see for the first time since putting on 20ish pounds and just generally being way less in shape (usually we are very active together, going on runs etc…i haven’t run in 4 months). im getting a double chin, my potbelly is starting to develop and spills over all my waistbands when i haven’t even eaten. my appetite has increased so much, i cant help but stuff myself just a little more every day and night. today i have kept it a little more chill at only about 3500 calories; but im about to head to the vending machine because i really just cannot help myself. i still should probably talk to my partner about this (for those who don’t remember, my partner is on the bigger side and knows i am appreciative of their body, but a bit self conscious of mine historically. i am 24nb, they are 27nb, poly) as im getting bigger quite quickly. he also loves to cook for me and seems to like when i eat a lot. anyway, i really do love stuffing myself and how helpless i feel. i also love how im starting to jiggle everywhere when i move, and my belly bumping into stuff. i also love the feeling of putting more and more food into an already over stuffed belly, and all the encouragement from yall. any advice appreciated.

woke up this morning and immediately decided to start eating again and see how full i can get before i have to take a nap before work. so far ive had soda, 2 eclair pastry’s, and half a liter of chocolate pudding. feeling absolutely divine—still a bit bloated from last night, and bloating right back up again today :) my belly feels heavy and warm and soft and like it needs soooo much attention😭i literally cannot stop stuffing my fat face no matter what. all
my willpower has dissolved. idk what i’m gonna wear to work since nothing is fitting.

UPDATE: my shift got cancelled cuz of bad weather! even tho i was looking forward to it, this means i can already start stuffing myself again. what should i eat???

woke up this morning (well , afternoon) after my biggest stuffing ever. usually when i wake up after a stuffing i feel kinda bad/sometimes even a little embarrassed (tho not for long, i always do it again), but this morning has been amazing. my tummy is still a bit bloated, but it feels like i gained 2 pounds overnight, my belly is also soft and spilling over my waistband. normally i would dread going to my restaurant job this evening, but im excited to have my full belly with me, bumping into tables and the counter…and im even more excited for the free pizza(s) im going to gorge myself with during and after work. i really have become a corrupted piggy.

lol to anyone whose been following my demise over the past 24 hours (or like 48 hours or like a month or like 10 years depending how u look at it) it must seem like a rush but this is it i am hooked. i’m sitting in front of my fridge (well, lying in the only half sideways position that’s comfortable with such a painfully full belly) and stuffing myself (STILL! after 6000 calories!!!) with banana yogurt and cheese and milk and any leftovers i can find. there is no turning back, i guess…

okay i can’t stop….beached on my couch YET AGAIN after a 5000-6000+ calorie day. you name it, i ate it. i don’t think ive ever been this full in my life, and yet i still feel like i could eat more if someone were encouraging me and telling me what a good piggy i am. i love gorging myself and watching my belly expand. tonight for (well, actually not) the first time (but the first i intend to keep it) i took a video of myself eating. and i’m pretty sure i packed away 1500 calories in 7 minutes, which maybe in the grand scheme of things isn’t that impressive, but for me definitely is. anyway, now im lying here, massaging my belly which is soooo tight, and wishing someone was here to rub it for me

after years of admiring and being inspired by this and other communities, here i am.
i’ve been thinking about posting all sorts of different content lately, written stuff, photos, etc. bc this floodgate has opened. i’m so happy to be in a community where i am brave enough to say anything . anyway, i live in this funky apartment that has a loft bed, and occasionally (1-5 times a week) i “accidentally” beach myself on the couch and can’t make it up to the loft

i am currently glutted out on the couch (although i am contemplating ordering dessert) and am realizing that what i thought was just a few meals was actually an entire summer of overindulgence, of my toned body slipping away and giving way to a chubby, hungry little tboy. my clothes don’t fit, i have the beginnings of a double chin, and nothing is rlly comfortable except a combo of big t shirt and no pants.

some of the meals that have left me unable to get upstairs:

- 2 pizzas and 1L of wine
- 12 donuts and a family size bag of chips
- 6-pack and the entire vegetarian taco bell menu in my region
- 2 pints of ben and jerry’s and 1L milk 😭
- 6-pack and 2 giant red velvet cakes

- an entire tray of lasagna (to be continued…currently happening…) and 1L milk

i used to be super fit and active, but things have changed. what used to be a little bloat is now full on fat, and i love it. my stomach feels like a bottomless pit. i want to eat and eat and eat. it feels so good to let go, to see myself outgrow pair after pair of pants. i used to wear tank tops to work all the time when i had abs, now when i do, they ride up and expose my flabby belly. everything is so tight and i can’t stop.

EDITED to add: i just went to grab something from my partners place (they live in the same apartment building as me on another floor) and they totally touched my belly as we kissed…and i had already had some more lasagna. they are also on the bigger side and know i enjoy their body immensely, although i don’t often explicitly praise them for being fat because we haven’t explored that territory very much.

24ftm, i have been into stuffing and feedism for as long as i can remember. this summer, i’ve finally let myself go and have put on 10 (maybe 15) kg. i’m now about 170cm/5’7 75 kg/165 lb. i’ve always been fairly active but due to injuries and finally being in a secure relationship (they love to cook for me and encourage me to eat but don’t know about my fetish) my belly is mostly turned to fat, i’m developing rolls and a second chin, my thighs chafe and im outgrowing all my clothes. i just want to get bigger and bigger. im looking for help deciding what to do, and maybe how to talk to my partner about it.
we are also poly, if that makes a difference in anyone’s advice.
again, ive been a long time admirer of this community and im finally feeling brave enough to come out of my shell on here :)

the latest in a series of summer stuffings…
ordered soooo much taco bell just now (2 burritos 2 tacos 2 quesadillas) and drinking some beers.

i’ve been stuffing on and off the past month and have admired and been inspired by this community for way longer than that. due to life circumstances, i won’t be able to keep letting go the way i have been this fat summer, but im trying to enjoy my last few stuffings🥲

im up about 10kg, from 60-70, and that’s what’s really pushed me over the edge. the bloat is permanent now, despite what i tell myself…its actually going to be very hard to stop.

summer has been a blur of stuffings much bigger than this (i’m just getting started for today tho) and lying around playing with my growing belly, telling myself i wasn’t really getting chunky and that those rolls weren’t really looking permanent, but who am i kidding.

on stuffing days, i sit on the couch all day and night and order so much junk food and get stoned and/or tipsy. it’s so sensual and i feel like im finally getting comfortable just as i have to stop indulging so much