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That belly looks so soft. @paperfeedee getting her liquid calories. Building something to admire.

a second milkshake has hit the north tower

@softerstill, if you were to define the word "Plump" (with a capital *P*), it would be THESE PICTURES next to it. This is a beautiful expression of it

Fat, loveable & loving

Part 2 /2 from the other night. @chunkubis-xxx was looking so round. You'd think that she'd be hard as a rock from how full she looked. The soft jiggle just tells me that there's more room next time. 😉🫦

beyond a certain goddess, any cute feedees you’ve got your eye on?

I'm so sorry for taking so long to answer this. I've been busy. 😩

Lmfaooo A certain Goddess? Whatever are you taking about? 👀 @goddess0fgluttony, do you what's going on?

Oh man... Thats a good question! There are so many cute fatties, piggies, and cows out there. Considering that I myself have a limit to how fat I want my partners, I do tend to lean towards the smaller side. I want to be able to experience their growth with them! That being said, there are a few that I would love to feed. I'm not going to name names here except @rosehips666. I want to see her grow. I love her figure and would very much enjoy feeding her.

@chunkubis-xxx..... 👀

3 - Ingredient Reese’s Fudge

Ingredients

1 container Vanilla Frosting (Not the fluffy kind)

1 10-oz. package of peanut butter chips

1 10-oz. bag of mini Reese’s Pieces

Instructions: Take foil off frosting container and microwave for 30 seconds. Put peanut butter chips in a bowl and microwave for 1 minute. Stir frosting and melted chips together well. Add about ¾ bag of mini Reese’s Pieces. Spread into a greased 9x9 pan. Top with remaining Reese’s. Let sit on counter until solid. Should take about 30 minutes. Cut into squares and enjoy.

To me, @lrm-bbw is one of the greats. when I first joined feabie, she was one of the first content creators I found. I had an instant crush. She's so hot.

Can’t sleep so here’s a picture 😈 going to make myself cum in the hopes of getting tired

Don’t Blame  Me:

       Since we met you’ve gained weight. You were a small, petite little thing with a tiny waste, visible hip bones, and perky little breasts. Your clavicle had always been defined, and society called you “pretty”. You were the standard. You fit in. Your size was available in every store, and everything you wore fit like it was made for you. But not anymore.

    Since we met, you’ve gained a considerable amount of weight. None of your old clothes fit, your once prominent hip bones have all but disappeared, and that oh so defined clavicle has been swallowed up by your fleshy mounds of breast tissue and fat. Your arms are big and soft, and your thighs rub and have cellulite.  Your belly hangs over your waistband and sits high and full between your ever growing breasts. You no longer fit the mold of Society’s standard. You have to custom order clothes, bras never fit, and you continue to spill out of everything you wear. You did this.

    “You made me fat." you say. But no, I only told you it was okay to eat what you wanted, and said it was fine to have seconds, thirds, maybe more. I told you I thought you were pretty. As you grew, I played with your soft tummy and poked fun as you wondered where it came from. You enjoyed it when I squeezed your rolls and slid my fingers between your folds. You loved the attention. The stares you got from people outside as your shirts rode up made you smirk. The way your soft parts bounced and wobbled made you blush... It turned you on when you were so full that your newfound belly was taught with food. You did this.

    I only encouraged you. I touched your body, I made you feel good. I called you my “Pretty Princess” and pet names that made you feel loved. I bought you clothes when yours no longer fit. I cooked more food when you ran out. I found new recipes for you to enjoy. I bought your favorite snacks in bulk. You want it? I’ll get it for you. You’re hungry? Here’s my ice cream. Let me get you a spoon. Oh, you want to try that? I’ll have it delivered! “I love you” I said. “You’re soft.” And “You give the best hugs.” Every night, you would fall asleep with me holding your full belly. Every time you got a bellyache, I was there to rub and massage you. I didn’t make you fat. You did.

      I sat and watched as you ate. I watched you get soft and round. I adored the way your hips got wide, your bosom grew, and your belly swelled. I thought it was cute, the way you seemed to nestle into your body as it enveloped you. You looked happy. Content. I wanted to support you. But *I* didn’t make you fat. *I* didn’t force you to eat. I merely handed you the fork.

Don’t blame me.

 -bigwhiteguy