(i Redid That Last Panel Just Now & Idk Why I Put Such A Disproportionate Amount Of Effort Into It) ANYWAY

knead that boy like dough

entering my political feederism arc. it's good to eat & gain weight, it's good to want to be fat, you must counteract fatphobia rather than merely taking the neutral stance that should have been the norm in the first place. affirmative fat-ction

you fucking with fat bitches?

Since day 1 you stupid son of a bitch

i'm aware i run a kink blog i just hope it's clear i also enjoy fat stuff for body positive, non-fetish reasons right? i'm paranoid but i hope that's like, clear

Scenario: Pred eats their intended target, but in a domino effect of eliminating witnesses, ends up terribly full~

Absolutely Not | Not My Thing Personally | Not Very Much | Neutral | Somewhat | Quite A Bit | Absolutely Adore

the ditzy pred slowly realizing that what they thought was the perfect ambush spot, no escape for the prey, also means there’s no easy escape for them, and people just keep coming in a gasping dramatically when they see the belly…

this is such a fun spot between willing and unwilling pred. yes, they fully intended on eating the first one, but good lord do they wish these idiots would stop coming~

the pred tries out a new lie/excuse with each witness, hoping against hope it’ll work, but the lie is spoiled by a uncontainable belch or a muffled shout for help, and the pred can only groan in consternation before stuffing yet another meal into their aching, crowded tummy

every day i am grateful that weed has the mythical side effect of making you deliciously hungry… it’s normally the first thing that hits for me and oufhfhfjkfjf it’s so good. i remember one time i took a gummy and just a few minutes in my stomach made this deep and rumbling growl deep inside my belly like it was warning me for the hunger to come… i love love looooove weed hunger

petplay / g/t / vore

keeping your half sized pred as a pet. Making a luscious bed for them, a plush nest of ornate silks, thick furs, and pillows stuffed with downing feathers

Each night, completing a ritual of Feeding. Preparing tinies on a gold guilded dish, only thr most luxurious for your rare pet. Tiny after tiny, hand delivered to their waiting mouth until their stomach grows visibly round and plump.

Giving your pet a belly rub, pressing your comparatively massive hand onto their belly, feeling the restless little meals under your pets skin. Pressing down enough to make the pred jolt, their cheeks turning red as a small belch escapes them

saying "good pet," as the pred curls up around their full belly, their small palms kneading into the heavy, taut mass in their stomach.

Watching over them as they fall into a deep, digestive sleep. Their tummy continuing to squirm long after they fall into slumber. Watching as your pets belly eventually ceases all movement, and begins to grow smooth and round, softer, as their dinner of tinies gurgle away.

Your pet lounging much later, their paunch noticeably plumper after their most recent feeding. Pressing your hand into that squishy pouch, which annoys the pred slightly.

I need to do another weigh-in bc I pulled my seat back in my car too fast and the whole car shook 😵‍💫

mousegirl 257 metres away

mousegirl 257 metres away

mousegirl 257 metres away

mousegirl 257 metres away

mousegirl 257 metres away

mousegirl 257 metres away

mousegirl 257 metres away

mousegirl 256 metres away

she's only got little legs please be patient

Boys deserve as many milkshakes as they want every day forever