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She through her head back in emence pleasure as her belly flowed forward, pounds of fat growing like a tidle wave of lard quickly engulfed her legs, causing them to open to accommodate how big her belly has become , she tried to reach under her new flesh to pleasure her self but she was to fat,luckily every jiggle sent waves of pleasure throughout her fatness. orgasm through obesity the bigger she got the harder she came
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Lifestyle goals
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A mirror hangs above you. It's the only way you can watch what's happening to you. You can barely move anymore. Your body is so heavy that it's difficult to do anything except lay there, splayed out like a beached whale. You're too fat to walk, too heavy to sit up. And you’re so weak that you can barely move your arms anymore.
The sheets are soaked with your sweat, and your hair is a tangled mess. The bed creaks ominously beneath you, and the room is filled with the sounds of your gasping and wheezing.
You stare up at the mirror, at your body that's grown fatter than you ever thought possible. It spills out over the bed. Your bloated belly rising up off the mattress. Your thick thighs bulging with excess fat. Your immense, lard-filled ass. You see the huge tits sagging off your chest. Your useless, obscenely flabby arms. Your fat face. Your stretch-marked skin.
You see that your body has become something completely foreign to you. Something completely unrecognizable as human. Something any normal person would instantly say is disgusting, repulsive, grotesque, obscene… but to you it is exquisitely beautiful and the best thing that ever happened to you.
You look in the mirror and see the pleasure in your own eyes. You see the look of satisfaction on your own face, a face that you barely even recognize anymore. You see the delight in your own expression, watching as your body gets bigger and bigger with each passing day.
You moan loudly as I slowly slide another huge slice of cake into your greedy mouth. Your belly gurgles and groans, stuffed full of rich, fattening food. Your breathing is ragged and heavy as you chew and swallow the deliciously dense, gooey and decadent dessert. Sweat beads on your forehead, and your whole body quivers with pleasure and exertion.
It takes you only a moment to finish the cake, and you gulp down the last bite, the thick, rich icing sticking to your lips. You take a few moments to catch your breath, struggling to breathe as your poor, overstuffed gut gurgles and groans. You look like a mess, sweating and panting as you sit there, your enormous, bloated belly rising up in front of you, covered in crumbs and smudges of frosting.
You feel so heavy, so stuffed, so full. It's an amazing feeling. Your stomach gurgles and rumbles as it works hard to process the massive amount of food you've stuffed into it. You're so full you can hardly move. You can barely even lift your arms. The sheer mass of your belly makes it difficult to even breathe.
"You're such a good pig," I say, reaching over to rub your belly. Seeing you glutting yourself like this turns me on like crazy. Watching you surrender yourself completely to gluttony, giving in completely to your hedonistic desires, seeing you grow bigger and heavier and lazier with every passing day. It's incredible.
I continue to lovingly rub your belly as you sit back in your chair. You're so cute when you're stuffed full like this, sweating and panting, struggling to breathe as your poor, bloated gut gurgles and groans. You let out a loud burp as I rub your belly, making me laugh. You look embarrassed for a moment, but then you smile and lean back a little more.
"You're so sexy when you eat," I tell you as I gently rub your swollen stomach.
You smile, blushing as I continue to tell you what a perfect pig you are while forcing more food into your belly.
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I so badly want someone to take me, forbid me from working, cooking, cleaning. Hell, don't let me leave the house. Just make me into a big, docile, greedy piggy. I want my entire life's purpose to be eating and gaining weight. Never fat enough. Never greedy enough.
Aww how cute.
I'd make sure you forgot what it feels like to be hungry. I'd keep you full and satisfied constantly. It feels wonderful, doesn't it? Not being expected to do much, always having food ready and accessible to you...
Slowly but surely I'd increase your portions, give you more and more fattening snacks and meals. But it's so yummy, so addictive. You wouldn't be able to stop if you wanted to.
You'd add on pound after pound. Only getting bigger as time passes. Oh, it must be so hard to lug all that lard around, isn't it? Here, why don't you just sit? I'll take care of everything.
You won't have a single worry. Id take over the cooking, the cleaning, the errands. All the duties that once kept you active in your free time. Which, of course, would only result in you getting wider and heavier and lazier.
You can't possibly work in this state...it's not safe for you. I can't stand by and watch you put yourself through such difficult labor for someone your size.
Why don't you stop working? I make plenty of money, and you know that you'd love to just stay home all day.
So you do. You stay. I'll feed you, provide for you, care for you, do everything you'd ever need.
You'll spiral further into your overindulgent behaviors, which I will undoubtedly support you through. You'll be home all day, so all you'll really be able to do is eat... You don't have to lift a finger when I'm around... When I'm not around the only activity you really get is walking to and from the fridge.
Even then.... It's getting awfully difficult to make that trip. Soon enough you'll sit down for the last time, maybe not even realizing you won't get back up ever again. This sedentary lifestyle only buries you further underneath that mass you call a body.
I'll be your permanent caretaker. Even when you're immobile and the slightest movements are a struggle, I'll be right there. Continuing to feed you more and more.
You're doing so well for me darling... Keep growing... Keep being my sweet, fat piggy.
There is no "big enough". But you know that by now, don't you?
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ROLL models vs. ROLE models, part two. I know that there is an FFA out there just waiting to join me in this quest…



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It is so beautiful... I love seeing others getting absolutely huge these days and their bodies becoming breathtakingly (literally haha) gorgeous. Everyone's shape is unique, and I love all of the diversity.
It's hot, and some of us are also meant to be big. Nothing better than an before and after with someone visibly happier with a couple or few hundred pounds of fat on them.
Fatness is objectively beautiful i’m sorry i don’t make the rules. it makes bodies so unique as the fat settles in stunningly beautiful ways in everyone differently it’s what makes the chose of fatness so excited as you see how your body grows outwards and how it decides to store all the fat.
like i feel like a geologist cause just like rocks no two fat bodies are the same, the stretch marks , the curves everything yes yes yes
and when someone chooses to actively get fat and seeing how the body flourishes in its own unique way almost like your body saying thank you as it sculpts itself into a reflection of indulgence, almost like it’s showing off
like i mean cmon how can than not be beautiful
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People have ROLE models, so why can’t *I* have ROLL models? Part one of what I’d love to achieve with the right FFA.
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The fun part is having to get there to find out, heh~ But same, I also often wonder how my body will actually fatten up. Will I be proportionate? Disproportionate? Will I really get as fat as I hope in the areas I want to?
Ultimately I'll just be happy being extremely morbidly obese, but it is fun to speculate about your future size~
Personally? Hoping to be disproportionately obese, especially in the belly.
my most recent horny thought is that I wish there was a way for me to see what shape i’ll be when i’ll be bigger :( like what am i gonna look like 50 pounds from now??? what about 100???? 150???? are my ass n thighs gonna fill out n make me pear shaped??? will my belly start to take over my waist n just make me round all over?? or will i stay kind of proportional like i am now??
ive been thinking abt it so much hehe
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moments that are just another level of gluttony:
🥗 preparing yourself dinner while your belly is in the way, still bloated and gurgling from lunch
🧁 eyeing dessert even though your stomach is so tight it feels like a drum, convincing yourself there’s always room for something sweet
🤰🏼 unbuttoning your jeans for relief, but still reaching for another bite because "it’s too good to stop now"
🍽 snacking nonstop while cooking, so by the time dinner is ready, you’re already stuffed—but still finishing a full plate anyway, absentmindedly rubbing your stretched belly
🏠 eating at home before meeting friends, then acting starved as you order—hoping no one notices how ballooned your belly ends up by the end
💫 feeling your stomach actively churning and gurgling, stretched to its absolute limit, yet still considering just one more bite because "it’s already this full, what difference will it make?"
🧋 feeling really thirsty but unable to sip even a bit of water because you'll just burst right away
🍒 finishing a portion meant for two, then leaning back as your belly, now doubled in size, presses firmly against the table
🫧 swallowing air on top of an already full stomach, feeling it pushing further outwards
📍 wearing slimming underwear that's hugging your stuffed middle tightly, making you feel like you're on the line between hurt and comfort
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Hell fucking yeah you can, obesity is sexy too!



See you CAN be 600 pounds AND be sexy as fuck.
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awwwh babe, are those pants feeling extra tight? i don't blame you, you sure packed down a lot. why don't you take off your belt? i'll light a joint to help you digest.
here, take a hit. you sure are weighed down by your full tummy, huh? i didn't even think it could look so round. stuffed and panting looks so cute on you, baby.
take another hit. i can hear your belly burbling and working through all of that food, it's so full, so heavy... here, let me rub it for you. does that feel good honey? i bet it does.
i can't wait to see all of this food digest and add a couple more pounds to your pudge! you'll look so cute with an even wider, softer tummy...
what's that? you're hungry for more? awwwh, here, smoke this while i get you some dessert. i'll make sure your cute belly never goes empty again. 💙💙💙
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Always remember that a full stomach pairs well with an orgasm
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