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FatGingerBunny

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I want to be soooo much fatter asap 🐖

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I love how huge and out of breathe I am getting

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how does it feel waking up and remembering you actually did eat yourself this obese?

the moment of realisation you can barely walk to the fridge and back ;)

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So seeing as I have gained roughly two hundred pounds since the last time I played Pokémon GO I decided to change my body type for my avatar.

I made the body type as morbidly obese as the game allows and my avatar still looks thin compared to my actual body lol. My moobs are rather enormous and my hips and thighs are as well so I ended up looking like a rather curvaceous #BBW (as opposed to the #SSBHM that I actually am.) Oh well, I wasn’t expecting Nintendo/Niantic to offer a true tub of lard that gets winded and stops for air every few steps 😅🐷

I will say that I used to make the 50km mark each week easily and now I’m struggling to make the 5km.

I should set Snorlax as my buddy so that I have a buddy that is close to my size and lifestyle lol.

If anyone would like to add me here’s my trainer code and referral code: 975621740173

DFXBKT278

Oh look, the initials of one of my favorite fast food restaurants is in my referral code: Burger King 😂

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It's April Fool's Day. We all know the rules: Believe nothing and trust no one. Also, be kind, be responsible: no prank should be done at someone's expense... or should it?

I've been waiting for today since I found that MassGro protein powder. It was illegal to buy, but I found a way. I had the bottle hidden for months where you would never find it. I knew if you did, you'd want to try it right away... and it would ruin the prank.

You returned from the office a little later than usual, and you had a bit of a temper because of it. I had to tred lightly. You asked what was for dinner. I hadn't even thought of dinner; what an idiot! I was so excited about what would come afterwards, that the main meal didn't cross my mind. After all, it wasn't the main event...  So I said we'd order out. Anything you'd like.

You were still annoyed. You wanted to eat NOW. Not have to wait for a delivery. I apologized, and you said, "It's fine, I was craving pepperoni pizza anyway."

I made the order, and we sat on the couch and watched TV while we waited. I was unusually quiet, because all I could think of was using the new weight gain powder on you. I mean, would it really even be classified as a prank? You are going to love the results... which is usually not how a prank goes. But I had a plan, and I was going to see it through.

Dinner arrived. You drizzled the hot honey you had at home over every slice and it really only took about ten minutes until the whole large pizza was digesting in your stomach. Then came the usual request: "Dessert? Can we get ice cream?"

I smiled and said, "I was thinking of making you a shake. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

You perked up quickly. You loved the sugary caloric shakes I would make for you. The recipe was a secret, but I'm sure you'd figure it out if I wasn't there and you wanted it bad enough. The only difference this time was the type of weight gain powder I was going to use. You really had no idea what was coming, and I was giggling to myself as I put all the ingredients in the blender. Two large scoops of this illegal new weight gain powder went into your shake. It was double what was supposed to be used. But then again, was ANY of it supposed to be used? That's why it was illegal, right?

I brought it out to you. A large, full glass of calories. The mixture was so thick and creamy that I didn't even include a straw. After all, a straw would slow down your consumption. I wanted it down in your belly as quickly as possible... before you realized what it was, and before you could change your mind.

Your eyes widened when you saw the glass. Your white t-shirt was already riding up your belly, soft pale flesh stuck out from beneath it, your deep bellybutton was visible. You took the glass from me with both of your fat hands and began to chug it. The only thing that delayed getting it into you was the burps you needed to release in order to make room. You always needed to burp with these shakes I'd make you, but they came out quicker and wetter than usual. I don't think you noticed, but I certainly did.

Finally the empty glass was placed on the table beside you. You were so delirious that you didn't look where you placed it and it almost fell to the floor. Luckily it didn't, or I'd be distracted with cleaning it up. Then one final wet belch escaped. You closed your eyes and wiped your mouth and beard from the creaminess of the shake that had dribbled from your lips.

It was then that you noticed something was different. To your surprise you felt gassy and impossibly full. Groaning with the sensation of getting fuller and fuller, you said, "...I... *burp*... my stomach feels like I'm still eating... it hurts... the pressure..."

I chuckled. You saw the mischievous look in my eyes and asked, "... is this... is this supposed to be happening?"

Your fat hands reached down to your belly. And you realized that your shirt was riding up more and more. You couldn't really see it, but you felt it as the cold air touched more and more of your bare skin. You were at a loss for words at this point. So I spoke, "You feeling fatter, big boy?"

You loved it when I called you that. Normally you'd just say, "Yes, I'm getting so much fatter!" Just for the fantasy.

But this time... there was fear. You WERE getting fatter. Visibly so.

Cradling the growing fat of your round belly with your hands, you were still unable to find the words. But you looked at me, deeply, with a hint of anxiety in your eyes. You knew you were growing. You knew you were gaining too quickly for reality. You knew it was impossible. And you looked to me for an explanation.

I wandered away from you, towards the kitchen. You watched in curiosity. Burping every minute or so, and groaning after every belch. You just couldn't stop.

When I returned, I had the bottle of MassGro powder in my hands. I handed it to you. You began to read it... your eyes got wider and wider, along with your belly.

"For one use only. Do not exceed usage recommendations.

Directions: One scoop, using the measuring cup provided. Do not consume more than recommended. Do not consume more than one scoop a month.

Warnings: Can cause massive weight gain. Use under doctor's supervision. If more than fifty pounds (22.7kg) is gained, seek emergency assistance.

If sold in UK, USA, or France. Do not use."

You gasped. Then you had to ask, your voice filled with shock, "How much did you use?!"

I walked up towards your fat body and leaned against your growing and bloated belly. I grabbed your fat cheeks and began to kiss you intimately. I could feel you growing up against me... pound after pound that was settling on your body. It was such a turn on, I was so glad that I thought of it.

In between kisses, I said, "I used two scoops."

You were in a pleasurable delirium, but still had the wherewithal to say, "The directions specifically say NOT to do that... what... what's going to happen to me? How big am I going to get?"

I started to massage your growing belly. My face was kissing the growing fat and the stretchmarks that were becoming redder and redder as you grew. I mumbled as I kissed your fat: "Well, let's just say we're not going to seek medical attention... even though you're going to surpass the recommended amount to gain."

You were unsure how to respond. Your sudden and quick weight gain was a turn on. It was everything you ever wanted. I was kissing your mouth again... you needed to burp, so you quickly moved my face from your lips as another wet belch escaped you. At least you were polite.

It had only been maybe fifteen minutes since you had finished the shake. But you had completely outgrown your t-shirt. You must have been at the very least, 50 pounds heavier.

You and I were the reason there were warnings on the bottle. I'm sure every gainer, every feeder & feedee, tried to get this product. The one's who succeeded probably overused it to the point that warning labels were needed.

You continued to gain. And your shirt began to rip at the seams by your arms. But you were loving it. I heard you moaning with pleasure, and whispering to yourself, "Oh my God, I'm going to get so fat."

I wanted to say, "April Fools!"

Then my brain realized... you always wanted this. A better prank would have been making up the MassGro powder... making you think you were going to balloon up to impossible proportions, and then the disappointment of it not happening.

I did the opposite. I gave you exactly what you wanted. I suppose I've just no concept of what a prank is.

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Cute boys get too fat to live independently ☺️

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~reblog to gain 20lbs~ >>>

we all know you're way too thin..

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Health scare, but instead of shocking you into diet and exercise, it causes you to double down on extreme gaining by reminding you how short life really is

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Office life at 550+ lbs Part 2

Word Count: 1050

Gender neutral POV, mobility issues, extreme obesity, stuffing, feedee perspective

Part 1

As soon as you reached your car you felt like you were gonna pass out from exhaustion. You can't remember the last time you needed to do that much activity in one shot. Gripping your meaty fingers around the door handle you swing it open and practically collapse into the driver's seat. The chassis of your car groaning loudly with the sudden burden. One leg on the ground, the other barely inside the car, and leaning back onto the center console you huffed and puffed. Trying to pull enough air into your lungs so that you don't pass out, the reality of your situation finally sets in.

You were filling the space completely. With your hips and love handles compressed between the driver's seat and the steering wheel, pushing your belly slightly higher but still pooling around you and filling all available space. Your heaving chest resting against your throat, forcing your breaths to be haggard and loud, you can hear the cars suspension creek with every rise and fall of your lard ladened gut. Your legs were burning and your joints were crying, your body giving you a harsh reminder of why you don't push it this hard. But that didn't matter to you, digging your fingers into the soft and doughy fat of your overhang, you felt elated. Jiggling and massaging the delicious fat you worked so hard to grow, the pleasure and pain your body was experiencing is the same high you've been chasing for over a decade. Almost losing yourself in it and adding even more treats to your mental grocery list you snapped out of it as you heard another car pull in.

With a sudden moment of clarity you remember you're in public and not that far from the front door of your office, "quickly" you begin to reposition yourself. A puffy left hand gripping the steering wheel for leverage you begin to heave yourself up, pulling one leg inside before taking a deep breath, pushing yourself off the passenger seat with your right. Gas rose up from the depths of your gut and you could taste the cherry cola as the burp ruptured out of you. Instinctively your left hand went to your belly as you tried to massage another out of you but to no avail.

Pulling your left leg into the car and wiggling your ass around the seat you were able to slip into position. A whole multiple minute process just to get into the car, you can't help but feel the endorphins rush through you and send shivers down your spine. The thing about getting this morbidly obese and loving it is that everything you do becomes sexual, to you at least, to others they see you struggle with the basics and feel sorry for you, but you? When you closed the car door but needed a second try because you're just so wide that your fat fucking ass gave resistance and you didn't pull hard enough? Your crotch got hotter, the blood that's usually stagnant from a lack of movement was flowing, and you desperately wanted to handle that immediately. And when you remembered that you couldn't even though you wanted to because you lost the ability to reach without toys, you decided to stop at an extra drive thru on the way home.

Pulling out of the parking lot you take one last look at your office, resolutely determined to never see it again. The familiar bumps in the road jostled your body around like waves in a pool, despite the fear for your suspension, you didn't try too hard to avoid potholes on your way to lunch. Once you had placed your order at the drive thru, you were placing your Walmart order online, adding literally anything that looked tasty with no regard to cost. This is a celebration after all, why not splurge a little. Once you arrived at the window you outstretched your fattened saggy arm to grab a grease covered bag of burgers and large soda. You wondered if the drive thru worker had served anyone as fat as you this week. The thought faded as the scent of your meal hit your nose, quickly pulling into the parking lot to devour everything before heading off to a second drive through only to repeat the process again.

Once you arrived home you spent the first few minutes in the driveway just caressing your fattened form, massaging out little hiccups and burps as you do so. With your gut pressing against the steering wheel you wondered how long it would be before getting into the car would be impossible. You didn't need the car now but decided to keep it anyways so you could track your gaining progress in a fun way. You then repeat the process of left leg out, shimmy ass cheeks towards the door, turn, right leg to the edge, and rise for what you hope is the last time for at least a few months. Waddling to your front door you enter your home and kick off your shoes, another thing you hope to abandon.

With a slow but relaxed waddle you enter the kitchen, grabbing a 2 liter, a bag of chips, and a plastic tin of blueberry muffins before heading to the couch and falling back into the you shaped dent that you've been gorging yourself deeper into. Sips of soda between salty chips you eat with passion, topping yourself up despite having eaten enough for a family of 5 on the way home. When the chips are gone, the muffins follow right after and you can feel the bread expand with soda once it reaches your over worked stomach. With the pressure in your gut rising and supplies running out your hands explore your body and trace the stretch marks you wear as trophies. Deep guttural burps escaping your lips when you find the right spots.

As the weight settles in and your eyes grow droopy from the excess sugar you bite your lip and moan, enjoying the fact that you are the smallest that you will ever be. Pulling out your phone to reorder the most recent door dash delivery because you don't care what it is that slides down your throat, you just want more

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You really try to pretend that you don't like your size. You HAVE to pretend. If your family and friends found out how much you loved your obesity... how much you wanted to get as fat as possible... you'd have to deal with so much bullying that it is not worth being honest with them.

It's easier to pretend that gaining weight is out of your control. You get sympathy. "Oh, he is trying to lose weight, but it's difficult."

If only they knew... you want to be as fat as possible. You'd get no support. In fact, you'd get pressure that there is something wrong with you... "You need to see a therapist."

Why can't they accept you at the size you would like to be? You identify as a fat man. But that's wrong. Why can't we respect all identities? You were meant to be as fat as possible... but that identity isn't valid. It's "unhealthy".

I love being with you. I love when you overeat and waddle your way towards me... pinning me to the wall with the hundreds of pounds of fat that make up your belly. You grab my hands and place them on the hard fat of your stuffed belly. I venture up to your breasts... so heavy and fat. Jiggling your tits... playing with your nipples... rubbing the hair on your chest that covers your breasts.

I love teasing you... telling you what a fat fuck you are. You love hearing that. "Fat fuck" is a compliment.

But outside of our home... you pretend. You are fat. It's just inevitable. I can't give you the attention you want when we're in front of family or friends. You feel that it needs to be a secret.

If I slap your belly in public... it turns you on, but everyone else sees it as mistreatment. No one can be attracted to fat! I must be abusive by slapping your belly in public. As if I'm the bully. But I'm the supportive one. Indulging your desires. And keeping your secrets.

But, yes, behind closed doors... it's all about feeding, and gluttony, and fat admiration. You crave food all the time. You love consuming calories. You love the attention that I give to your ever growing belly. You love being fed. You love being called fat.

I order so much food for you. You eat it so quickly. I spend so much money on your appetite. Hundreds of dollars of food each night. You stuff yourself silly, and you try to turn me on... you burp, you moan, you jiggle your fat. You stare at me, daring me to touch you, to encourage you... to enjoy our secret.

You are so erect as you jiggle your full belly. It covers your thighs, and you know I will have to dig deep through the fat to reach your dick. You love watching me struggle to reach your manhood beneath the hundreds of pounds of fat of your belly. It turns you on even more as I fight through the fat to reach you.

You burp again; wet and gluttonous. And speaking of wet... I'm flooded with desire. I need you inside of me.

I want you on top... feeling your weight crushing me.

Such an impossibly fat man... fuck me... crush me...

Make me struggle to breathe beneath your weight, as you desperately try to fuck me.

But you can't hold yourself up. We have to switch position. You fight to lay on your back. You grunt and moan. You need to finish. But we need to put a pillow beneath you. It's the only way your belly will allow traditional sex.

The weight of your breasts pushes into your neck. But you love it. You feel so fat, and it just turns you on more.

I flex myself, squeezing your dick inside of me. You continue to moan. Then I hear you, "oh, I'm so fucking fat. Tell me how fat I am!"

In between breaths I indulge you... "oh you fat fuck! You gluttonous hedon! You're so lucky you can still fit inside me!"

You grunt with an orgasm. Cumming over and over. You collapse.

I haven't finished. But I know how to...

It's feeding time.

I'm going to stuff you silly. Arouse you even more. I'm going to fuck you again, but I want you to be a belching mess, so I can finish.

So fat and full... lucky that you have someone who loves your weight.

Let's fill you to the brim. Let's watch you struggle to fuck. Your efforts might not be enough to finish me. But just being able to enjoy your fat body...

I'll take the hit.

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First ever animation (ﾉ∀`)

he had a long day of waddling around and getting groped by his boyfriend so he needs some time to catch his breath

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Jae is so hot! I can’t wait to be her size ☺️

Jae

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Lard abounds

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I just figured I would upload a couple pics of my progress packing on the pounds. The closer I get to my over 650 pound goal, the happier that I am 🐷😈