cherisheuphoria

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Sex is great and all but have you ever shoved a fat greasy triple cheeseburger in your mouth with one hand while your other hand reaches into your fatpad bulging underwear to jerk off before you end up wheezing too much and you’re fantasising about when you’re too obese to reach anymore cos that’s basically sex too for me

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I am constantly gorging.

I feel my control slipping away but damn all this junk food tastes so good. And it's so easy to push it down my throat. It is becoming a habit to gorge on a whole tub of ice cream, sometimes even more. Every night, I find myself pinned to my bed, with an achey tight bloated gut. It takes more and more space and the number on the scale is climbing.

I can't help burping as I waddle to the fridge in the middle of night to chug something refreshing. Usually sugary soda that causes me to bloat even more. My legs feel swollen, my arms feel heavy and I feel myself getting so much fucking heavier day by day. My days are revolving around eating until I can't move and masturbating. And every time, my belly gets in the way a little more.

God, I am turning into such a fatass and I am loving it.

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Did your tits get bigger

Yup, definitely. Like everything else

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I'll answer asks. Send ahead

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“packing on the pounds”

“putting on a few”

“pigging out”

“eating well”

“letting yourself go”

“over indulging”

“making a pig of yourself”

“losing control”

😩😩😩

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I am really rounding out. Who wants to feed me an entire cake? 😋 I am in love with this pink filter.

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I love a round, swollen belly.

It's a routine to go to bed with a stuffed gut now, which is rapidly showing on my waitsline. And everytime I realize how overfed I am.

It's so easy to shovel down junk food. I just can't control myself around it even if I want to. I whine and moan with every move, getting out of breath waddling to kitchen and back.

I am getting addicted to this hedonistic lifestyle and oh how i love being a fat pig.

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Now who's gonna rub my belly? 🥴🐽

(Please tease and appreciate i am shy 😩)

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🤤🤤🐽

"Please, rub my belly." I beg as I lay down helplessly. Weighed down by the amount of food you stuffed into my gut. Well, I begged for more so you fed me until there wasnt a crumb left.

I can't stop groaning with each move. I am so fucking heavy. I can't breathe.

You gently wrap your hands around my overfed, round belly. Massaging and rubbing every curve, roll ans groping into the soft, fat flesh. I moan.

"Be gentle, please..."

I have gotten so much more sensitive since my body got bigger and fatter. And you know it. So you reach down, caressing under my fat belly. I moan again. Fuck it feels so good. I am simply overwhelmed by the amount of food I gorged down. And you just know where to touch. I can't help but let out a burp. My cheeks flush.

"Aww, piggy. There there. Make some more room."

You keep rubbing my belly and I can't help but shake with pleasure. I reach down but my hand drops with a moan.

Shit, I am too fat to reach.

You smirk with lust, finally all the food you pushed down my throat has worked. I am such a fattened up pig that can't even tluch themselves.

"Babe please... Can you help...-"

You cut me off with a slice of cake pushed down my lips. I eagerly swallow.

"You gotta finish your dessert first, piggy."

So I eat. Because that's all I can do. Sweet cream and sugar fills me with pleasure.

"Fuck, I am getting so full" I groan as I fail to even sit down.

"Not enough." You say as you push even more cake down my mouth.

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"Please, rub my belly." I beg as I lay down helplessly. Weighed down by the amount of food you stuffed into my gut. Well, I begged for more so you fed me until there wasnt a crumb left.

I can't stop groaning with each move. I am so fucking heavy. I can't breathe.

You gently wrap your hands around my overfed, round belly. Massaging and rubbing every curve, roll ans groping into the soft, fat flesh. I moan.

"Be gentle, please..."

I have gotten so much more sensitive since my body got bigger and fatter. And you know it. So you reach down, caressing under my fat belly. I moan again. Fuck it feels so good. I am simply overwhelmed by the amount of food I gorged down. And you just know where to touch. I can't help but let out a burp. My cheeks flush.

"Aww, piggy. There there. Make some more room."

You keep rubbing my belly and I can't help but shake with pleasure. I reach down but my hand drops with a moan.

Shit, I am too fat to reach.

You smirk with lust, finally all the food you pushed down my throat has worked. I am such a fattened up pig that can't even tluch themselves.

"Babe please... Can you help...-"

You cut me off with a slice of cake pushed down my lips. I eagerly swallow.

"You gotta finish your dessert first, piggy."

So I eat. Because that's all I can do. Sweet cream and sugar fills me with pleasure.

"Fuck, I am getting so full" I groan as I fail to even sit down.

"Not enough." You say as you push even more cake down my mouth.

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I fucking love edging.

God, I've made such a pig of myself. I can't even stop if I wanted to. I need more. So much more. Just please, feed me more and fuck me until I am a whiny mess. Push down greasy snacks down my throat as you push a finger in my pussy, edging me until I finish everything. Hold me, grope me, rub my belly and just turn me into your fat pig. With every bite, I will open my mouth wider. With every touch, I will shiver and whimper more. Please. Feed me, from both ends.

Rocking back and forth with a pillow between my fat thighs, feeling my bloated and round belly pressing against them.

There hasn't been a single night that I went to bed without a round, achey, stuffed gut. Feeling so heavy, big and needy. So I reach down as soon as I am done stuffing my face. It's so hard now. My fat arms and plump fingers are not enough to please myself, it's so exhausting.

God, I've made such a pig of myself. I can't even stop if I wanted to. I need more. So much more. Just please, feed me more and fuck me until I am a whiny mess. Push down greasy snacks down my throat as you push a finger in my pussy, edging me until I finish everything. Hold me, grope me, rub my belly and just turn me into your fat pig. With every bite, I will open my mouth wider. With every touch, I will shiver and whimper more. Please. Feed me, from both ends.

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thinking about doggy style but I'm so fat I can feel my overstuffed belly rub the floor with each thrust

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Someone tell me what i pig i am 🐽🐽 dms open

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Holy fuck someone do this to me

One of my biggest fantasies as of late is wanting to get off just from grinding against my partners belly. They’re full, so stuffed, and I’m sitting on their lap rocking myself against their straining gut. With every rock of my hips, I get closer to the edge, and they let out a burp that trails off into a moan, too full do anything except sit there and feel their whole body jiggle and sway. Maybe the motion of me grinding against their tummy makes their fat press down and aid in getting them off right along with me. Either way, I just want to be grinding myself desperately against a huge belly, whimpering about how big and fat they are for me and how crazy it drives me

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There is no going back.

I could tell myself that it's just bloat, winter weight, just a few pounds. That I can easily run it off.

But that was long way ago.

I can't go back now, not when my mind is compeletely ruined. Anytime I eat I can't fucking control myself until my belly is packed full. And then even more.

My shirts keep riding up, I can't button my jeans so I just wear sweats. Even then they start digging into the soft, fat flesh so I better just sit around naked.

"I don't think you can button it up, honey." You say with a smirk as I huff and puff to fit into jeans that were once too baggy on me.

"You sure you are not full?" You say as you bring me an anotger plate.

"Damn, you really are fattening up, piggy. Maybe you should slow down." You tease, as you push an another donut down my thorat.

We both now there is no turning back. I am too lazy and fat to even get off of the couch without gasping for air now. I knew the consequences, I sat there as my body got heavier and heavier and yet I can't stop stuffing my fat face.

That's all I am good for. So please, push more food into my mouth, until I am too stuffed to even move. And then some more.

Turn me into your fat fucking helpless pig.

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I love when fatties become insatiable. Sure, you’ve already turned yourself into a fat, jiggling mess - your belly hangs out of all your clothes, you’re constantly bloated from how frequently you stuff yourself, you’ve become unrecognizable from all the fat you’ve packed on. But that’s not enough for you. You can’t help but think about how much fatter you’re going to make yourself. About how much lower your belly will hang, how many more clothes your fattening body will destroy, how horny you’ll get from being even fatter than you already are. You want so much more, don’t you?

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Greedy.

I am so greedy. No matter how much I eat, I am not near satisfied. Not until my belly is tight and packed, swollen with junk. It aches and I can't stop burping and moaning with the slightest movement.

But it's never enough.

"Such a big, greedy pig." You say as you push more down my throat. My eyes roll back in bliss, face covered in crumbs and grease. Too much. I ate too fucking much.

You start rubbing my belly as I struggle to breathe and grope every inch of fat tightly. I can't control my belches and not even trying to. I look, act, and sound like a true pig.

I moan and whimper as your fingers slightly caress my underbelly.

"Please, more." I beg. And you enjoy it. I always crave more. More food, more fat, more touch.

Fucking fatten me up.