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I just really fucking love being fat

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As someone who is about the same BMI, this is so damn true. Although I still want to get bigger...

Is there anything you would add onto the "real facts about being 500 pounds". There arent many resources talking about what its like(at least from someone who doesen't hate themselves for no reason).

This has been sitting in my inbox for a while now. I was going to hold off an answering it until I hit 500. But I’m 5’6” and have a BMI of 78 so my experience is probably close enough.

- You won’t fit anywhere, when you go out you have to do research ahead of time and look for photos online to find out if you will have anywhere you can sit down.

- Walking more than a block will be exhausting. I got my doctor to sign off on a disabled parking tag when I hit 475 pounds.

- You will almost always be the fattest person no matter where you are

- There is joy to be had in being very soft and very heavy. Everything takes extra effort, even just getting up off the couch. But all that effort is very gratifying. A reminder that you are building the body you need to feel at home in your own skin.

- Giving yourself permission to eat whatever you want whenever you want is very liberating. The world of food becomes an endless adventure.

- No matter what you go to the doctor for they will suggest you lose weight. In my experience doctors seem to be getting better about this. But it may also be because I started declining to let them weigh me once I hit 400 pounds. I find I get better care when they aren’t just focused on one number.

- Belly rubs will become a religious experience. Even more so if you have managed to stuff your enormous belly full of delicious foods.

- Relating to normal sized people gets harder. They basically live on another planet. Finding friends can be harder too since most people are not okay with just letting fat people exist. Invest your time in communities that care about you and want you to be happy at any size.

- You can still get bigger. A lot bigger. 500 pounds is not as big as you think it is.

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Pure Gluttony

These boys just can't stop themselves from getting bigger and bigger with the help of their feeders sending never-ending supplies of pizza, soda, and donuts. Let the gluttony continue!

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Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fattest of them all.

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literally came back onto tumblr to send you asks about the rework of ethan's story hahah :]

does Aiden still visit Ethan after he drops out? how's their friendship when Ethan's concerningly big? plus, how's Aiden's career as an athlete?

could read your oc lore for hours (probably have already) it's so good and well written ^^

Hey, thank you!! Always appreciate the interest sm <333

To answer your question, yes! Aiden keeps close contact with Ethan after he's become housebound ^^ They actually end up becoming best friends.

After Aiden's done with his morning classes and he's not training that day, he always drives up to Ethan's house which is very close to the campus and pays him a visit.

They watch movies together or play some videogames, but more than anything Aiden just wants to check that Ethan's doing alright. He can practically see his friend's body fattening up more and more each day, and it's no secret that the pace of his weight gain keeps progressively speeding up, so he wants to make sure Ethan's dealing with it as best as he can.

Being so massive is obviously tasking and exhausting, but Aiden's presence in his life has made his outlook in life much less hopeless and sad, knowing he at least has someone like him who will always be by his side, especially as he quickly approaches the next phase in his life; immobility.

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Reblog if you’d want nothing more than to be fattened up beyond belief until your nothing but a massive, fat, helpless, and hungry blob.

How could I not?

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Making myself bigger and fatter, one 100-calorie spoonful at a time.

I NEED to grow, I NEED to be massive.

Feed me PLEASE

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it is so incredibly hot when i can tell you have been indulging in one too many cheat days

i can hear you wheezing after walking up the stairs, breathing heavily and sweating through your shirt with your moobs resting comfortably on your bulging gut, more sensitive than ever

god, i cannot wait for the day you get too big to pleasure yourself without my help

and the best part? you are so far gone that the idea of being too fat to touch yourself turns you on. you were meant to be a fat helpless pig for me from the start, weren’t you? <3

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This is really 🔥 🥵 🥞 ♨️

Look, piggy, you received an email on your old email-account. It's from one of your former schoolmates. Should I read it for you? Yes? Well, it's adressed to all the people of your former class to meet for a ten-year-reunion in about six months. Oh piggy, isn't it adoreble that they think you still belong to them?

I remember when you told me how big you've already been back in your schooldays. That you easily doubled most of your classmates in weight. That you had problems sitting normally on the chairs and that you'd even broken some. You were always the biggest, weren't you? So just think about the current situation then...

Most of your former classmates live perfect lives, don't they. And while they do, nobody could even imagine what happened to you in these last ten years. There are people, who founded a family, for example. All while you submitted to me and fattened up for me like none of them could even imagine. At a gaining rate of nearly 70lbs per year, you added 700lbs of extra fat and blubber to your already big frame, weighing down now at an enormous and supersized 985lbs. And while all those now successful women and men out there work on their careers in good jobs everyday, your only job is to lay here naked in your bariatric, reinforced bed and eat your life away for my pleasure like the good pig you are. Like them you also achieved a lot of hoals in your life - just... different. They got married to their partners, you got owned by me, your feeder and master. They built houses, you trapped yourself inside your own body on purpose. They travel around the world, while you can't move a single finger nowadays.

So, imagine if we'd find a way to move you to the reunion. What would all these people, your former classmates, feel, when they saw you? Would they be embaressed? Would they feel sorry for you? Would they be disgusted? Would they laugh at you? Whould they tell you that they'd always knew how you would end up, you fat fuck? Well, probably all together, don't you think?

Let's face it, piggy: you won't go there anyway. Because you have a job to do, a very important job. There's still not enough fat hanging off your body. And you are still able to breathe way too good. We should change that, shouldn't we? And while all of your classmates will meet in a couple of month to celebrate their reunion, I'm pretty sure, you won't even make it until then, you fat, greedy hog. Here, piggy, eat something. Make me proud and eat yourself to death, fat pig!

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Ruin your life for Gluttony

It's time to make a few things clear. I'm not just here to make you horny. I'm here to fuck you up so much that you'll very soon be wheezing 24/7 as you try carrying your deep hanging gut into the kitchen to get your fat fingers on more snacks. So you better pay attention to what I want you to do.

If you are delusional enough to still have a gym membership because "I'm just experimenting and will lose it again", cancel it now. I'm not kidding. Cancel your fucking gym membership! That money is better spent on snacks and when was the last time you went there anyways? Cancel it. You will be living a sedentary lifestyle from now on. Keep everything you need at arms length, make yourself as comfortable as possible, sleep in, masturbate a lot and stuff yourself all day long.

You'll be exclusively eating greasy, sugary food from now on, loaded with fat and carbs. You'll have absolutely no greens. The only way you'll have some vegetables will be the salad on your burger. Buy your snacks in bulk, look for jumbo boxes of snacks that will keep you occupied for a few days. Consume as much sugar as you possibly can. Really fuck up your appetite and insulin with all that sugar you'll be stuffing down that greedy throat of yours. And don't forget the heavy cream! I only want you to be eating and drinking stuff that is bad for you

Objectify yourself. You had your chance to be human, yet you chose to be a pig. Things such as human rights, respect, moral, privacy, etc. no longer apply to you. Show off your fat, growing body from every angle possible. Make a fat fucktoy and whore of yourself as you'll be depending on people to encourage and feed you even fatter. Fulfill every request sent to you, stuff yourself whenever someone tells you to. Do as you're told. You no longer have free will. Let yourself be used. Being used means that you're desirable and that's what you want, isn't it, piggy?

Wreck your brain. Play games, watch mind-numbing TV shows and do absolutely anything you can to keep your mind occupied. I want you to dumb down so much that your brain activity doesn't differ much from when you're asleep. Whenever you catch yourself thinking about anything but how fat you've gotten or how you want to eat more food, stop thinking. All that matters is food, worthless and endless content to consume, cumming over and over again and just letting your brain rot away.

Screw your limits. You don't wanna grow immobile? Sucks to be you. You'll keep getting fatter until I'm satisfied. You're my pig now and you better keep putting on those pounds or I'll have to force you. I don't care about all the issues that arise, your heart racing, your arteries clogging up from all the grease, you always being short on breath, another pair of jeans you're ripping right through before you've even worn them 3 times. I don't fucking care. All I care about is seeing that number on the scale go up. If you cannot do something as simple as stuffing your fat face, you're of no use to me.

Enjoy the last few years you've got. Soon you'll be fully immobile. You'll be one of the girls you've seen pictures or videos of, watching them struggle move their 800lbs body around, while their feeder still funnels them with heavy cream shakes. You'll be just like them and just like them your health will decline rapidly until you're fully immobile with an oxygen tube in your nose and a feeding tube in your mouth. But I won't be satisfied until I fuck your fat, buried pussy one last time until you flat-line during orgasm because your body just can't handle it anymore. That's when both you and I will finally experience true satisfaction.

And yes, while all this sounds so very extreme and surreal to think about, it strangely turns you on more than other, softer posts. The fantasy of actually becoming that fat is so frightening, yet so strangely appealing. Almost as if you deeply desire just that. Why don't you stuff yourself while imagining how you'd be a fat, 800lb immobile blob? I bet that orgasm would feel sooo good. Go ahead, do it. Grab some food, start masturbating and cum while you think about how fucking fat I'll be making you! Good girl ~

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Me: The exclusion of fat people from public spaces by catering only to smaller-bodied people with things like chair sizes, and the ‘fat tax’ superfat people have to live with when daily objects like mattresses and furniture are not built to last when used by heavier bodies are examples of structural fatphobia, and while we can draw from the field of disabilities studies and acknowledge there probably isn’t such a thing as universally accommodating designs, we as a society need to do better to not relegate fat people to the sidelines of our communities. In this essay I will-

Horny me: Hnnhggggh you got yourself so fat you need a seatbelt extender? 😳💦 You can’t sit at a booth? 😍 You broke your bed frame?? And you’re turned on about it??? 🥵🥵🥵😩👀👀

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