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Need to be big and huge and heavy so that my tummy hangs out below my shirt and someone can sneak up behind me and grab it, rub it, press their palms into it, and tell me how proud they are of me for growing so well. Fluster me and make me blush by whispering in my ear about how much better they think I look, how much hungrier I've become, and how much more I have left to grow. Affirm me and praise me for letting me become my true self, and then help me sate my ravenous appetite. Help me blossom, become softer, squishier, wider, heavier, and whole.

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They keep making these doorways smaller and smaller...

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The Way a Fatty Grows

You’re changing.

                You’re filling out. It’s so intoxicating, watching you as you grow. As you blubber up. As that thick, luscious body begins to fill your clothes. As your skin glistens atop the pounds that push out against your body. As you expand within the garments that begin to hug you, that begin to tighten around your waistline. The shorts that bunch up between your rubbing thighs, your backside almost exploding out of them as your buttocks balloon to the point of no return. Watching as your stomach fills, as your midsection grows. Your love handles, your back rolls, your belly. All getting chubbier, all getting fatter. Your tummy thickening, quivering more and more as it stretches too big for your shirts to contain.

                I know you can feel it. It’s all over your body, affecting everything. Your legs, your torso. Your arms which look bigger, healthier as they thicken. Your chest that softens into boobs. Your face, as handsome as ever, relaxing into plump cheeks, your neck filling out into a double chin. Your smile getting doughier as you grin with your feeling of contentment, as you happily succumb to the delicious servings of food you push between your plump, salivating lips whenever you get the chance. Even your hands, your fingers are getting plumper, cuter. Your feet are getting fatter. You notice your chubby toes plumping up when you step on the scale, whenever you lean forward over that rounding gut that has started getting in the way to watch as the numbers in between them grow, as you watch your poundage increase.

                It’s consumed you, this fattening. It isn’t just visible, it’s internal. Telling you to eat even more, encouraging you to grow, to stuff yourself with whatever you can. You like this look of you, the filled out frame, the chubby rolls that bunch up on your sides. You pose in front of yourself. It’s almost like you can’t help it. As if you cannot stop. Watching the handsome dude grow handsomer as he grows fatter. Blimping up more with every stuffing. More confident, despite the fact that you couldn’t stop eating now if you tried.

                And why should you? When you look this good? When you feel this good? The only thing more satiating than the food, the only thing more satisfying than your beautiful, thickening body, is the thought of hands. Not your own tubby ones, but of the strong, muscular hands of a sturdy jock, caressing your every chubby fold. Running his strong, warm hands up and down your blubbering body, wriggling, tickling you as they explore. Embarking on their own little adventure as they discover the new fat that has accumulated on your chest where your ribs used to be, as they massage the growing plumpness that encases your doughy legs, as they grab, encircling your ass, squeezing it, caressing it. Lifting it and dropping it and letting it jiggle. Those hands that contrast so distinctly with your chub. That play with you like a toy, that hug you, that squeeze you, that treat you almost like an object, like a dumb little feedee whose only purpose is to grow fatter, to stuff more into his face, to plump himself up for the pleasure of a handsome jock’s affection. Hands that reach up, coaxing another treat into your blushing face, a whisper behind you of how beautiful, how chubby you are becoming.

                That’s why you keep eating, fat boy. That’s why you can’t stop growing.

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I'm such a sucker for limited mobility like the thought of having to waddle as your belly sways in font of you, the fact that u are now sooo slow because of your fat thighs, all movements limited by your fat, eating untill u can't stand for 2 long so u have to take little rests as you make your way around and if u leave the house to go shopping well no doubt about it u will be using a mobility scooter fuck it's all just so HOT~

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Make me waddle

Make me waddle. Words I say to myself every night as I jiggle my tiny side rolls and soft belly. I want to be a chunky hog. One that gets exhausted just from having to get up from that day's feast. I want to ruin a bed by leaving a massive indent from all my blubber caving it in. I want to be forced to sit in the back, because my belly is spilling out the passenger side door. I need you to blow me up. I have been craving a gut so big I can't see the scale much less my toes. I don't need exercise or healthy food. I need a 2 liter of sprite and combo meals. I just can't help it anymore. I need to be a waddling oinking piggy. I want you to totally wreck my inhibitions. Force me to eat every hour, and punish me when I fail. Record me getting funnel fed by you and play it on repeat while you stuff my face. Make me crave an achy full belly. I want streachmarks to be my new sign of pride instead of abs. Make me your prized hog and show everyone this is what happens to greedy fat pigs.

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Don't Just eat because you're hungry. Eat because you want to. Eat because you HAVE to. Get yourself so addicted to food that you can't stop even if you wanted to. Lose any and all self control. Just force fast food down your throat until you really just can't eat another bite because if you'll do you'll pop, until being massively overstuffed becomes your new normal thus not giving your brain even a chance but to get addicted to food. Let feederism become your new life and let the pig inside you take over.

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Laying around eating is really making me huge 😍❤️ Vacation should last forever 😆

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I need to fatten this hog up. No more slacking just pure gluttony and lust for fatty treats. Anything to make my belly grow bigger and fatter🐷

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on my way to go pig out 🐷🍔🥓🥞 which hot and sexy man wants to buy me dinner today?

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In my natural habitat and feeling rather wide. On vs off camera.

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Keeping it casual today 💁‍♂️

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Pigging out on cake. 390lbs

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Look at you

you're plumping

you're ballooning

you're expanding

you're thickening

You're getting fat and you love every second of it

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Daydreaming about gaining another 100 lbs 🫦🐷