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Just a Bimbo Ball of DoughBreakfast is the most important me..

Just a Bimbo Ball of Dough
2025-07-26 05:18:44 +0000 UTC View Post

My Gluttonous MasterpieceMy gluttonous masterpiece. I've spe..

My Gluttonous Masterpiece

My gluttonous masterpiece. I've spent hours shaping you, obsessing over every detail like an artist with their canvas or a chef with their signature dish. Your gain wasn’t accidental—it was designed. Measured. Perfected. I coaxed every bite, every indulgence, until you became exactly what I wanted.

You’ve grown so soft, so full, all because of me. I’ve made you into a blimp, tender and helpless under the weight of my attention. You are the result of my appetite and vision, my indulgence made flesh. And you are, without question, my greatest creation.

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Clip features: female feeder, fat feeder, weight gain encouragment, some light teasing

Prized Pig in TrainingI wanna win that blue ribbon. Be the p..

Prized Pig in Training

I wanna win that blue ribbon. Be the prized pig. The biggest, heaviest, most swollen thing in the pen. I’ll oink for it. I’ll grunt, wobble, jiggle my way right to the top.

Look at me—stuffed and shameless. My gut’s hanging out, round and tight, packed full like I’ve got no self-control at all. And I don’t. I eat whatever’s in front of me. I beg for more. I’m greedy, gluttonous, and completely unbothered by the way I’ve let myself go.

Let them stare. Let them laugh. I’m fat, bloated, and too far gone to stop now. I’ll oink, I’ll crawl, I’ll waddle around with my belly swaying and my thighs rubbing just to hear you say I’ve earned it. That I’m the softest, laziest, most humiliating little pig you’ve ever seen.

Because deep down, I know—being your prized pig is all I’ve ever really wanted.

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Clip features: piggy play, oinking, eating

ubmission Through Feeding MeThe beautiful thing about this i..

ubmission Through Feeding Me

The beautiful thing about this is how simple it is. You don’t need to think. You don’t need to lead. All you have to do is submit—completely—to me.

To my pleasure. To my hunger.

You were made for this. For me.

Your purpose now is singular: to grow me. To feed me. To worship this soft, expanding body as it stretches and swells with every indulgence. Your sacrifice is your mind, your will, your control. You hand it all over… and in return, you get to serve something greater. Me.

Every bite I take is for both of us. Every new roll, every added pound, is proof that you’ve done your job. That you’ve pleased me. That you’ve let go. Because fattening me isn’t just an act—it’s a calling. You were never meant to lead. You were meant to follow. And I was meant to grow.

The only way forward is full submission. You feed. I grow. You shrink into obedience while I rise into pleasure. There is no other path. Now give in. Completely.

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Clip features: dominant feedee, power dynamics play

How I Plan to Fatten YouI’ve got plans for you—deep, deliber..

How I Plan to Fatten You

I’ve got plans for you—deep, deliberate, indulgent ones. I’m not just feeding you, I’m reprogramming you. Turning you into exactly what I want: soft, slow, needy. Every bite is calculated. Every craving, engineered. I know just how to break that last bit of resistance.

You think you’re just being spoiled, but this is control. This is transformation. I’m plotting and planning, every step of your growth. And if you beg nicely… maybe I’ll let you in on what’s coming next. But you already know the answer, don’t you?

More. Always more.

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Clip features: female feeder

Was I Meant to Be This Fat?Conspiracy theory time. I think—m..

Was I Meant to Be This Fat?

Conspiracy theory time. I think—maybe—I was never actually meant to be this fat. Hear me out. I’m pretty petite. Small frame, small hands, delicate little wrists. Everything about my build kind of suggests I wasn’t designed to carry 300 pounds. After all, I really do struggle holding all this weight. And yet… here I am.

But then again, maybe I was meant to be fat. I’ve got the brain for it. Lazy, indulgent, easily swayed by pleasure. I don’t fight it. I barely even care. So maybe this is exactly what I was made for after all.

I don’t know. You tell me. Do I look like I was meant to grow like this?

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Clip features: fat chat, body changes

Spandex & Struggles * Workout FailI haven’t done anything re..

Spandex & Struggles * Workout Fail

I haven’t done anything remotely athletic in a while, so this should be interesting. First things first, I squeeze into a pair of spandex leggings that hug every bit of cellulite and a sports bra that’s clearly not prepared for what's coming. Then it's time for a warm-up. Some half-hearted stretching, a few toe touches that don’t quite make it, embarrassingly bad jumping jacks, and sit-ups that aren't really sit-ups. But I look hot and i'll tease you while doing them.  It's clumsy, sweaty, and kind of pathetic. But hey, I showed up. That counts for something, right?

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Clip features: leggings, workout fail, out of shape

Feeder Wants You To GrowI need you to relax for me. Just sin..

Feeder Wants You To Grow

I need you to relax for me. Just sink into it. Let everything else fade away. Eyes on me—on this soft, heavy belly. Watch it jiggle with every movememnt, every little shift. It’s warm, plush, and so inviting. You could get lost in it, couldn’t you? I want you to let go. Stop holding back. Stop pretending you don’t crave it. You do. You want to get fat for me. To stuff yourself until you're full, then keep going. To feel heavy, slow, soft—all because I told you to.

Look at my belly while I speak. Watch it jiggle. Picture yours swelling to match it. Bigger. Rounder. Always growing. Every bite you take is for me. Every stretch mark, every pound gained—mine.

I want to see you greedy. Eating past reason. Shoveling in seconds, thirds, licking your fingers clean while your belly pushes tighter against your waistband. I want to hear you groan from how full you’ve made yourself. And I’ll smile, proud, knowing I did that to you. Knowing you let me.

You’re going to grow for me. You need to. To be the big, gluttonous thing you were always meant to become. So go ahead. Grab more. Eat until you’re stuffed and aching. Then beg me to make you do it all over again. Because you’re mine—and fattening you is my favorite kind of control.

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Clip features: female feeder, elements, fat feeder