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🧦 Sock Struggle: Too Fat to Function 🐷

I tried to put on socks this morning. Tried.

But I’m just too fat.

I can’t lift my leg anymore. Can’t bend over, can’t even reach around this massive, jiggling gut. My belly gets in the way, my thighs crush together, and my arms are too thick and short now. just useless chubby stumps wobbling while I huff and puff, sweating from the effort.

I used to brace my foot on my knee to help. Not anymore.

That roll-covered leg of mine refuses to budge. The weight alone makes it impossible. too heavy, too round, too soft. The second I try to lift it, I just start panting and flopping back, belly slapping down in defeat.

Now? I have to rest my foot on the couch, awkwardly angled, wheezing like a hog while I try to stretch a sock over my swollen toes with shaking, sausage-thick fingers. And even that’s a struggle. My arms can barely reach. My breath comes in gasps. My gut pushes up against my chest and thighs, tight and bloated and in the way no matter what I do.

By the time I get them on, I’m red-faced and dripping in sweat.

All that work... just for socks.

I’m useless. Hopeless. Exactly how I want to be.

Too fat for something as simple as getting dressed.

Too soft, too heavy, too far gone.

And every time it gets harder… I want more.

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I’d love to fatten you to 1000 pounds

That’s hot 🥵 when

[babypiglet7]

🧦 Sock Struggle: Too Fat to Function 🐷

I tried to put on socks this morning. Tried.

But I’m just too fat.

I can’t lift my leg anymore. Can’t bend over, can’t even reach around this massive, jiggling gut. My belly gets in the way, my thighs crush together, and my arms are too thick and short now. just useless chubby stumps wobbling while I huff and puff, sweating from the effort.

I used to brace my foot on my knee to help. Not anymore.

That roll-covered leg of mine refuses to budge. The weight alone makes it impossible. too heavy, too round, too soft. The second I try to lift it, I just start panting and flopping back, belly slapping down in defeat.

Now? I have to rest my foot on the couch, awkwardly angled, wheezing like a hog while I try to stretch a sock over my swollen toes with shaking, sausage-thick fingers. And even that’s a struggle. My arms can barely reach. My breath comes in gasps. My gut pushes up against my chest and thighs, tight and bloated and in the way no matter what I do.

By the time I get them on, I’m red-faced and dripping in sweat.

All that work... just for socks.

I’m useless. Hopeless. Exactly how I want to be.

Too fat for something as simple as getting dressed.

Too soft, too heavy, too far gone.

And every time it gets harder… I want more.

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Oink oink

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Fatter

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Goals

2012-2022… that was quite a decade, and I enjoyed it 😜🍔🍕🍰

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Goals

Just a teaser of what’s coming next on Onlyfans… You should see the whole video 🙈😜

Reblog if you think I should keep getting bigger!

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Goals and want this done to me

You can barely breathe now.

That wheezing, shallow rasp that passes for your breath — it echoes between your chins and your bloated chest, rattling with every labored exhale. I can’t help but smile as I watch your eyes flutter, too tired to stay open, too full to rest.

I stand at the edge of the bed — or rather, what’s left of the space not taken up by you. You’ve sprawled outward in all directions. Flesh domes and folds and swells under thin sheets. There’s no position that’s comfortable anymore, is there? You’re just too far gone.

And all I can think is: you did this to yourself.

Well, with my help, of course.

"Feeling it now, aren’t you?" I ask, casually swirling a spoon through a bowl of melted ice cream I’ve brought you — not that your stomach could take another bite. “All that talk about how you wanted to see how far you could go… how massive, how immobile. Bet you didn’t think this far.”

I lean in, letting the spoon drip onto your lips — sticky, cold, useless. You turn your head just slightly, a wet grunt of protest escaping, but we both know you won’t refuse it long. You can’t. I trained you too well.

"Regretting it now?" I ask, mock concern in my voice. "Aw, poor thing. All that fat… and now it’s turning on you. Your heart races so much as I touch your belly. Your blubber lays heavy on the old matress that's left of your former world. Your legs are practically dead under the weight. You can’t even roll an inch without help. You're just… stuck in your own gluttony."

You blink slowly. Is that a tear? I can’t tell. Doesn’t matter. You should cry. You earned this.

I run my hand over the dome of your gut — tight and angry and stretched, but soft and flabby at its' bottom, where the main storage of your fat is located. The skin feels like it could split open if I fed you just a little more. And god, the noises you make now… you groan like something... dying.

"Remember when you used to fight me on portions?" I laugh. "You used to say, 'That’s enough for tonight.' What happened to that backbone, pig? All melted into blubber and backfat, huh?"

I slap the side of your belly — hard enough to make it quake. The wave of motion travels like a ripple through a sea of soft flesh. Your face winces, and I know it did hurt. Good.

"Look at you," I whisper, voice turning low and poisonous. "You thought you were chasing a dream. Some fantasy of softness and surrender. But now? Now you’re just a monument to excess. Too fat to move. Too broken to resist more food. Just the way I like it, piggy."

I straddle the side of the bed and press my cheek into your belly, listening to the gurgling churn inside. "You always asked what the limit was. I think we nearly found it. And guess what? There’s no going back. And we both know the end of our jouney is near."

You try to speak — but there’s nothing left in you but breath and sweat and shame.

"You wanted to be my pig. Well," I say with a grin, brushing hair from your clammy forehead, "pigs don’t get very happy endings." I hold the next spoonful of melted ice cream to your lips. "Come on, open wide. You have no choice anyway. Just accept your destiny and be one of those good pigs."

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Who wants to do this to me

🔗 Tie Me Down & Fill Me Up 🐷

I don’t want control anymore. I don’t want choices. I want to be tied down. Strapped to the bed, wrists pinned, ankles spread wide as my overfed belly spills over the sides. Tight, round, groaning from the sheer volume I’ve already crammed inside.

I want to be turned into a helpless feeding experiment. Tray after tray, bowl after greasy bowl, shoveled into my open mouth. Moaning, drooling, whining around every mouthful, but still swallowing. Always swallowing. I want to feel the food pile up in my gut like wet cement, until I’m trembling, red-faced, stretched taut like an overinflated balloon.

No breaks. No mercy. Just gluttony.

Until I’m a bloated, sweaty, whimpering mess. Barely able to speak, too full to move. Belly high, firm, angrily distended. Tears in my eyes, breath catching in my throat with every pitiful burp.

And then… the funnel comes out.

You tilt my head back. Slide the tube past my lips. Thick, sludgy gainer shake starts pouring down. I can’t stop it. Can’t fight. It’s too much, too heavy, too rich, and it’s still coming. Filling every last crevice of my ruined stomach. I can feel it sloshing, my belly gurgling and rising higher with each desperate swallow.

I moan like a thing possessed. Not human. Just a pig. A vessel. A gut meant to be filled.

I want you to keep going. Until I’m too full to make a sound. Until my belly is a tight, round globe. twitching, overstretched, obscene. Until I’m crying from the pressure, the fullness, the helpless need to be even bigger.

Tie me down. Break me with calories. Feed me until I forget who I am.

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Help me grow huge

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Me in 2012 - "Let's go on tour to play our new album"

Me in 2024 - "Honey give me your hand and help me get up and walk to the car. I think I'm so full that I won't be able to get up on my own"

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Who wants to help me grow fatter

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Being a cute fat piggy

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Goals

Should I lend a hand?

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Another new video on my patreon... tight shirts, belly play and lots of fat!

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Big Fat Whore

Trigger Warning: Use of sexual degrading language toward fat bodies.

Based on a conversation with my feeder @ihatemakingusernames after a massive stuffing.

Some days you just want to lie on the couch in nothing while being fed and used like a toy, ya know?