Ivy Davenport: 24 Hour Gluttony - SSBBW Feedee Tube Feeding and Face Stuffing to Gain Weight - mp4 720 hd

Description: Ivy davenport lies sits propped up in her adjustable bariatric bed. mountains of fat pool around her blob of a body. a cpap mask clings to her face, humming with steady airflow as she breathes heavily through a half-chewed mouthful of snack cakes. sweat glistens on her triple chin, her chest heaving under a thick layer of doughy flesh. above her, suspended from an iv stand, a clear bag of thick weight-gain shake slowly drains down a long silicone tube that feeds straight into her open mouth. even when resting, her body craves more. her jaw works in slow, reflexive chewing. her tongue lashes out, latching onto the tube like a teat. with each suck, another gush of rich, calorie-packed liquid floods her throat. her neck bulges with every swallow. a fresh dribble of shake escapes the corner of her lips, running down her jowls and pooling in the deep crease between her massively fat chins. every few minutes, she stirs. her eyes flutter open just enough to glow with hunger. one sausage-thick hand grabs blindly at a nearby tray loaded with snacks. she shoves a whole donut into her mouth, cheeks ballooning, frosting smeared across her nose and cheeks. she chews in slow motion, moaning in her resting state, before her head lolls back and she slips once more into a food coma. the cpap mask fogs with every hot breath. her belly is a taut sphere, tight as a drum, rising and falling with deep wet snorts. it ripples with trapped gas, shifting like liquid beneath her skin. burps erupt from deep in her gut, long and gassy, shaking her entire frame. each one makes her sigh in contented relief before she latches back on and drinks more. the feeding bag hangs empty, drained drop by drop into the ravenous cavern of ivy's gut. her body is utterly still except for the slow pulsing undulation beneath her belly which rises like a mountain over her hips. her eyes flutter open, glassy and half-lidded, glazed not with need but with the hazy bliss of total gluttonous satisfaction. she drags her fingers through the hot trembling flesh of her stomach, feeling it wobble and slosh with each breath. it is taut. it is full. it is hers. and goddamn, it feels good. arousal flickers low in her core. her pussy throbbing, swollen, and slick between her thighs, aching for attention. horny and desperate, she tries to reach down her ar,m snaking across the enormous dome of her gut. but the belly is too vast, too high, too there. a fleshy wall blocking her path. she grunts, straining, her fingertips just brushing the edge of her outer lips before the roundness of her stomach cuts her off. she grabs the sides of her belly, heaving it upward with both hands, lifting the heavy, jiggling mass like she is hoisting a sacred offering. her arms tremble from the effort. her face flushes darker, her breath ragged beneath the mask as she huffs and whines, squirming to create space. but even with the belly lifted, arched high off her pelvis, her pussy remains just out of reach. a slick twitching prize hidden beneath rolls of post-binge softness. frustration builds hot and sticky. her arousal only deepens with the struggle, the helplessness, the sheer size of her.