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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