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[delamaster]

The Nurse

"Come on Katie, he's totally in to you"

"I just feel uncomfortable..."

"We've all done it. You are not going to get in trouble"

Katie looked awkwardly in the direction of her feet. The feet themselves were hidden by a rather full pair of breasts, resting upon her massive, perky, belly. She was stuffed into scrubs that were about 2 sizes too small, again. Every time she got new scrubs it turned out she had grown a bit plumper.

"Come on" Sandra pulled Katie along, giggling like a school girl. Sandra was the perfect "hot nurse". 170cm the blonde hair and curves. Katie was short and dumpy, with a mess of brown hair. Sandra strutted, shaking her tight ass hypnotically, allowing her large bust to bounce with each step. Katie waddled, awkwardly shifting one massive, meaty thigh infront of the other while her body jiggled with every move.

All the patients loved Sandra, and she knew it. The little old ladies seemed to like Katie, but that was about it. Every time she took blood, or performed any of numerous pain inducing operations, she would be called a fat pig, or a cow, it any other large animal. The other nurses were always sympathetic, but all the other young nurses had one easy coping mechanism that Katie didn't have access too.

Sex.

After Sandra, or another nurse, had had a bad day, they would take an attractive patient to a private suite and indulge them in the most common male sexual fantasy. It was fun, pleasurable, and something that was completely denied to Katie. She hadn't had sex full stop in about 30kgs, and even then she had been made to feel awkward.

Instead she had taken to eating her feelings. This had largely led to her current situation, and the bulk of the last 30kgs. It was so easy to grab a chocolate bar from the vending machine at first. Then she started going to the bakeries most mornings for something sweet. By now she felt the need to have a family sized bag of sweats basically every night.

Sandra and Katie arrived at the ward. Sandra grinned at Katie.

" You know, I think they even likes this"

Sandra gently jabbed Katie in the belly, getting just deep enough to push her breasts up slightly.

"Now get in there!"

Sandra slightly opened the door, then gave Katie a quick spank to send her over, sending waves of soft flesh rippling over her body, made all the more visible by her tight scrubs. Katie gently opened the door, her full love handles and thick upper arms cushioning the door as she pushed against it.

From the patient's perspective it was a fantasy come to life. The pump belly, straining against her scrubs, was the first thing to enter, followed quickly by a large pair of full breasts. The demure goddess finally fully revealed herself, a beautiful face framed by thick brown hair. Her ass filled out the back of her scrubs, and her thick, yet well formed, thighs rubbed against each other with each step.

As she approached, each step, no matter how slow or careful, lead to her soft, overfed, body jiggling. As she gently swayed from side to side, she had to hold her scrubs down to avoid revealing her massive gut.

Without words, as she approached the patient, they gently guided her on to the bed. Their hands wrapped around her plump waist. They brought the left hand down, along her ass before wrapping around one trunk like thigh. The feeling of someone controlling her, wanting her, desiring get. Their hands felt so good, moving along her soft flesh, exciting her ass they traced the massive curves of her left side.

The patient moved her thigh so that she was completely straddling them. Her belly was spilling over on to the patient. The patient slid his hands between her scrubs and ass, and slowly worked them off her. The release of pressure as the scrubs and panties rolled down was almost orgasmic in itself. Their hands were own Katie's waist again, gently kneeding the dough like rolls that ran along her side, while positioning her completely on top. Even as she moved upright, her belly never lost contact with the patient.

The patient repeated this trick with her top. She could feel their passion for her body. Yet they seemed in completely control. Like they knew her body was a playground from then to explore. As her bra was dropped beside her, the patient buried their face in her bust, stimulating her with their tounge.

She started grinding, completely controlled by her partner, completely consumed by her desire. Every move was controlled, every thrust left waves of pleasure. They grabbed her belly. It felt amazing. Her soft femininity enabling new realms of pleasure.

She started panting, first from pleasure, but soon after from exhaustion. Being worshipped has a plus size goddess was amazing, but even with a lot of help from below it was getting hard to move her soft body.

Sensing this, the patient rolled her over on to her back. Now completely pinned under, there was nothing she could do, except to accept everything she was getting. Every thrust was deep and forceful. Having to push against her large, round belly. Her belly itself felt fantastic. The contact and contrast between bodies, as her large bulk was compressed them released, was more than anything she could hope for.

Katie lay there, her body, soft and base as it was, could not move. The pleasure was too great. As she felt her partner finish just after, get belly let out a loud rumble. The patient passed her a large bag of sweets and seductively rubbed her belly. Maybe these two coping mechanism would work better together.

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A morning in the life of a pig

"Wakey wakey Emma, it's time for breakfast"

The smell of bacon, eggs, and about a dozen other fried items filled my nose. I started to push myself up slowly. Since hitting 600lbs, this was becoming harder and harder. My feeder, seeing my struggle, gently placed his arm under my lower back and gave me a hand up.

"Can't have you wasting calories now, can we"

Grunting a little, I could finally feel my belly shift from pinning me down to sitting on my thighs, spreading them apart. I was long past the point where I could let it just sit on my lap. My muscles were burning from the comparatively little effort of sitting upright, and I was panting heavily, trying to cool off.

"Is it getting a bit difficult for my little piggy to move?"

"Yes, my belly..."

"No, MY belly, your belly was a small, cute thing, my belly is the vast tribute to my love and passion for you that you see now".

He was right, I had barely been 200lbs when we met. He fed me until I couldn't eat anymore. When I got too fat to work at McDonald's, he let me move in and paid for my food. Now that I can't even reach all my rolls, I've become dependent on him to clean me.

"Your belly is pinning me down, it's making it really hard to get around"

He smiled a cocky smile as he brought forward the food.

"I guess we could put you on a diet..."

The smell was overpowering. Delicious, fattening foods just out of my reach. I could barely keep focused. My mouth opened just as the huge belly under discussion growled like a caged today.

"Maybe I'll keep on eating for now"

He took a rasher of bacon on a fork and moved it to my mouth. The size of my belly forbade me making any attempts to get it until it was at my mouth. I barely used my arms for anything other than getting up in the morning and holding a controller. They were just so heavy. Of course it wasn't my fault, as my feeder kept on reminding me, he did this to me. And now that I couldn't get up easily, and couldn't lift my arms much, I really had no choice but to be a pig. To sit here and eat and fuck, and fuck and eat. Or rather be fed and fucked, and fucked and fed.

My belly started to feel full of delicious, greasy, fattening food. The gentle fullness started to arouse me, exciting parts that are otherwise completely hidden by my vast gut.

"Are you ready for your milkshake?"

"Yes!"

I was really feeling it now. The excitement of being completely stuffed never quite got old. The sweet potion of weight gain, a mixture of protein powder and flavoured milk, slowly filled my mouth, then went down my throat and started to fill every gap left by the food. 2 Liters later and I was panting.I needed to recline backwards, just to relieve some of the pressure. At the same time, I soaking wet. I could see my feeder rock hard as he looked over my body. I knew there was no way I could pleasure myself anymore. The very same thing arousing me was completely blocking any ability to do so. At the same time, my huge, bloated belly was so stuffed that all I could do was let out a rather pathetic one word plee.

"Horny"

"Of course, anything for my pig"

Missionary was long lost as a position. And anything with me on top wasn't happening after such a big stuffing. Or ever at all these days. He grabbed either side of me and started to move me down to the end of the bed, until my pussy was right at the edge. For my part, I tried to spread my legs as far as I could. My massive thighs were still touching, but at least now there was more room to move them. He slowly shifted my thighs apart with one hand, while caressing my belly with the other. Being reminded of what a pig I was certainly helped.

"Uhh"

I could only let out grunts and moans of pleasure as he thrust in to me. Each movement sent every inch of my fat body jiggling. My belly, stuffed and bloated as it was, was still coated in a thick layer of fat, leaving it free to wobble like an ocean of flab. My whole body was overcome with the pleasure of being completely given over to my feeder. In the climax I could slowly feel space being freed in my belly. Maybe if I asked, he'd get me some more food, after all, I may be his piggy, but he's MY feeder.

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Those who can't do teach

Anna slunk down, her full ass providing ample cushioning as the gym teacher forced the door behind her closed with the heft of her body. Gym had been, by all accounts, perhaps the worst subject Anna could have chosen to teach. At 26 she was only just a full teacher in job-wise, however her combination of poor impulse control and intense sweet tooth made sure that she was, in practice, a very full teacher indeed.

This was only made worse by ending up in the fattest school in the district, packed with piggish pupils who posed very little resistance to their rotund teacher taking it easy, and avoiding any of the more intense workouts. Indeed, on a good day Anna could easily make it through without breaking a sweat.

She absentmindedly started chewing away at one of the bags of sweets she had got as a thank you gift from some of the parents, obese to the last, and all happy that their darlings were no longer complaining about PE, demanding notes to get out of it.

In her first year here, things had gone pretty well for Anna. No students had signed up for any more gym than was strictly necessary, giving her plenty of free time. Contrasted with most gym teachers, who would tend to loose some weight in their first year, Anna was a massive anomaly, reaching 95 kg on her otherwise petite 160cm frame. However this year Judy had joined her class.

Anna slowly shifted her left hand down to her soft belly, and slowly adjusted it, pulling it over the waistline of her shorts and letting it better spread out over her thick thighs. With her right, she grabbed more sweets.

Judy, who had transferred here in her final year for reasons that Anna was suspecting were largely teacher driven. Judy refused to let Anna off. Despite seeming to never be interested in doing any work outs herself, she was always adamant that Anna demonstrated everything she was meant to know. Judy seemed to enjoy nothing more than making the already overfed, and under exercised 26 year old move her plump figure as much as possible. If that wasn't bad enough, Judy seemed to have half the class in her thrall. She was 170cm tall, while weighing slightly under 50kg. For a class of teenagers ranging from overweight to morbidly obese, her healthy proportions made her stand out, only helped by delicate features, and a cut throat approach to mocking any other girl getting any level of attention.

Anna heaved herself off the floor. Between her aching muscles and belly filled with sweets, this was no easy challenge. She stumbled the three or so steps to her chair before collapsing on it, then a few seconds later, resuming her snacking. The one comfort that she had left was both the large amount of calorie dense treats at her disposal, and her large stomach capacity, allowing her to loose herself in the ecstasy of consuming them.

It was there that Anna realised what she needed to do.

The next day, as Judy's class lined up in front of Anna, Anna called Judy aside.

"Judy, I think we both know that you are much fitter than the rest of the class"

Judy smirked at this, it was an impossible fact to avoid yet the conspiratorial manner in which it was delivered made her feel as though she was getting away with something.

"So I thought you might be able to motivate everyone else"

"What do you mean?" Judy replied, trying to hide her excitement.

"Well," Anna reached into her bag, pulling out a large carrier bag filled with snacks "I was thinking that if everyone else could see you enjoying these treats as a reward for staying in such great shape, it would motivate them to work out harder."

Judy looked skeptically at Anna. On one hand, she enjoyed showing off how much fitter she was, she disliked exercising, and like all skinny teenagers, she felt like she could eat whatever she wanted without putting on any weight. But something about this felt either too good to be true, or an obvious ploy.

"Do you think this will even work?"

Anna smiled kindly to her.

"Well we will never know if we don't try".

Judy spent the rest of the lesson snacking from the treats Anna gave her, while the rest of the class engaged in some light yoga. Anna gave Judy explicit instructions not to let anyone else have any, leaving Judy swatting away the hands of any other student who came near.

Just watching that whale of a teacher somehow both put Judy off the food, and made her want to eat even more just to show Anna that she could eat like her, without getting anywhere near her mass. She watched Anna heft one leg up to a 30 degree angle, her massive, soft thighs, never fully parting as the left leg, pressed against the ground, quickly filled any gap being left as the right one reached the rather pathetic apex of its journey, before rapidly descending. She watched Anna try to bend forward to touch her toes, her massive belly acting as her own private excercise ball, completely stopping any attempt bend more than a few degrees. She stared side on at Anna, looking at the way the rolls of fat appeared as the flabby faculty member bent forward, each roll looking like a massive finger from a pair of hands straining to keep Anna's very being together. She watched as Anna slowly struggled up, then as chubby teach waddled over, her huge body forced to sway by the thick thighs supporting it, making her large ass move in a hypnotic motion.

And while watching all of this, Judy stuffed herself, with a smirk on her face, knowing that she could never end up like that.

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#BlobLife

InstaGain - the latest social media platform aimed at the gainer community. Funded by a billionaire fast food mogul who recently “came out” as a feeder, it had an unusual model. By admission of its founder, the goal of InstaGain was to provide him a platform to fatten up as many people as possible. For some, it did not come as a surprise that someone who made their fortune selling fattening, addictive, foods cheaply wanted to see people get fat. For others, it seemed like a crass attempt to get as many plus sized asses into the reinforced seats at “Piggy’s Food Trough” as possible. Once it came out however, any reservations about the app quickly dissipated.

Anyone who signed up as a feedee got a one month, all you can eat card for the Food Trough. If they weighed in every month, posted pictures of their gaining bodies and were, as the terms of service put it, a “good pig”, they would get an extension, one month at a time. Feeders signing up got access to a live feed of the restaurants, with the option of sending food to anyone they wanted - either remotely or in person.

This was an unmitigated success. The early estimates on the number of feedees was quickly surpassed as more and more started to take advantage of the ability to fatten themselves up as much as they liked. A lot of people would claim they were only doing it for the free month, then they’d totally quit. One month became two, which became three, which became “what harm could a couple more pounds do?”.

Within a year #Bloblife was trending on practically every social media platform.

It was thought to originate with some college students in California, ironically un-ironically giving in to being complete pigs.

“Time to upgrade my wardrobe for the third time this month #BlobLife”

“Third time today that I’m at the Trough living that #BlobLife”

“Can @PiggysFoodTrough start delivery? I swear I’m loosing weight just thinking about having to move #BlobLife”

With more and more people giving in and living the #BlobLife, companies immediately started trying to cash in on the phenomenon. Film and TV focused on the relationships that people actually had. Rather than hanging out at a bar or coffee shop, groups of friends would cluster at a trough, discussing their lives between mouthfuls of burgers, fries, or whatever else they could get their hands on. Reality TV focused on people who struggled to gain, or who looked set to loose the free food due to not eating enough. Romcoms shifted from being overwhelmingly heteronormative to feedee-normative, focused on the “traditional” slender feeder, near spherical feedee.

Within two years of InstaGain, the world was practically unrecognisable. The average person was now morbidly obese, weighing in at over 400lbs. Anyone even remotely interested had signed up for InstaGain. As revenue for InstaGain had increased, so too had the perks of being a feedee. At the minimum level, for those who some how were not even overweight yet, you could expect unlimited food, accommodation, and if you wanted it, a constant stream of attention from feeders eager to encourage you to get bigger. Once you hit overweight you were provided with a small stipend for entertainment, of course by this point most people were comfortably beginning the #BlobLife, and lacked the mental capacity for much more than mindlessly watching the TV while gorging themselves. By the time you were obese, unlimited delivery was an option - with 5 slots a day to get as much into your home as you thought you could eat. Finally the majority who were morbidly obese or above were moved permanently into franchises, given 24/7 food and attention. By now the hashtag had changed, it was

#LiveYourBestBlobLife

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Hazel

I sat there nervously.

I was waiting for my ex Hazel, sat in the same burger place, as far as I knew the same table, as our first date. It had been 5 years since we broke up, much longer than we had dated yet she still managed to make me feel a bit uncomfortable. For about a year after we broke up she would continue to want to talk to me about what went wrong.

I could never bring myself to tell her that I just bigger women.

I had hinted at it. She had definitely noticed that I liked her slight belly, anytime it was full I could barely help my hands off it. I would encourage her to eat as much as possible, then ravish her. Pining her down, grabbing any handful for soft flesh I could.

She was very classically beautiful. Long blonde hair, stormy blue eyes, and petite in both frame and features. While she was by no means stick thin, to call her anything other than slender would be ridiculous. What fat she did have had settled invitingly on her breasts, with a slight amount on her things, ass, and belly. To almost any other guy this would be irresistible, but to me this was not enough.

I was snapped out of my daydream by the door opening.

It was her.

She gave a smile, like a wolf to a cornered rabbit, and with good reason. She was gorgeous. Her petite features were emphasised by a double chin and plump cheeks. Her large breasts, previously large, were now enormous. They were pushed up to her chins, and shown by a very generous neckline. But it was what they were resting on that really got me excited.

Her belly, previously so small that it could only be seen when she wore the tightest clothes in her wardrobe or nothing at all, was now a vast ball of fat. Extending out just past her breast, it was perky and bouncy, jiggling with every step causing her breasts to move like two vast waves on the ocean of fat below. I was unsure if she was trying to sway seductively, or if waddling was simply the only way to move her fat thighs past each other. Either way it was having the same effect.

She sat down, smiling widely in that same predatory way. The chair creek beneath her as she descended. Her belly straining against her tight skirt, making a large tire of fat emerge half way up her gut as the fabric held back the tide of flab.

“Hi” she said, visibly out of breath. Not much surprise there given her size and the amount of effort she had put in getting to the table.

“Hi Hazel” I replied, the shock, and excited, audible in my voice. “Sorry, I would have been happy to meet closer to your place if that would have been more conveniently”

She giggled in response to how awkward I was.

“Don’t worry about. That would have been pretty difficult anyway I actually just live a couple of buildings down”

The waitress cleared her throat beside us. I don’t know how long she’d been there. I was hypnotised by Hazel’s vast new body.

“I’ll have a chicken burger and sweet potato fries’

Hazel gave a coy smile in response

“And I’ll have two veggie-burgers, one of each kind of fries, mozzerala sticks and a milkshake”

I must be dreaming. I mean, I think I’ve had this dream before but never in this much detail.

“You look so surprised to see me, I hope you’ve not forgotten me” she said, putting on a pouty face.

“No, I, it’s just…” I stammered, trying to excuse my awkwardness.

This led to more laughing

“It’s okay. I got fat. I got really fat!” She said, cutting the tension “I assume you want to know what happened?”

I nodded, barely able to work out how to speak.

“Well, as you know I always enjoyed when you rubbed my belly, especially when it was full. So whenever I’ve been dating someone else I started getting them to rub it as well. They never seemed to take to it as much as you did, so I started eating more to make the effect more pronounced. Cut to five years later and…” she gestured down to her huge belly “A couple of years ago, just before the pandemic, I broke up with my boyfriend. He never seemed into me, and frankly I didn’t want to give up the food. Anyway, two years with minimal working out, no dating, and I find out your back in town…” she smiled again “I thought you might want to catch up”.

She was sipping her milkshake as she watched me process it.

“Hazel, I, this is”

“I just thought, after this you might want to go back to my place, for a bit of fun, like the old days…”

I nodded.

I watched as she devoured her burgers. She seemed ravenous at first, unable to hold herself back. After her first burger and fries, she slowed down. Almost as if she remembered that she was meant to be seductive. I struggled to remember to eat at all. She was done with everything before I was even done with my burger.

“You know if you want to fatten me up you can just give me the food directly…” she teased as she grabbed my fries. I think it is going to be a good day.

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Plump

"Plump"

She loved the way the word was formed by her lips, almost forming the shape of her figure as she used it. "Fat" came out too fast -no chance to savour it - and "chubby" always made her think of just a little softness, rather than the roundness she had to her.

"Plump it is"

She thought to herself, careful to mouth that first, sexual word.

She had never been thin, less plump sure, but never thin. To be honest she'd never minded, she had thinner friends and fatter ones growing up, and while none of them had continued to plump up nearly as much as her during high school, a couple were still large enough to tease a little.

But then they graduated, her friends started losing weight to get boyfriends, but that never bothered her much, she just continued to enjoy a bit more food, and a bit less exercise.

The wake up call really came about a week ago, she'd been having trouble with her boyfriend for weeks now, he never seemed up to anything more than squeezing her chest, until finally a week ago he explained she had gotten too fat for him.

Strangely this didn't seem to bother her as much as she thought it would, in fact being called fat excited her in a way she hasn't felt since she'd noticed that nerdy guy in high ogling her belly. Taking to him then would have been social suicide, but who knows how he is now.

It wasn't hard to find him, and Facebook have her a chance to ogle him back. Just thinking about approaching him got her more excited than she had ever been with her ex, looking at photos she began to kneed her ample belly, almost subconsciously - it felt so natural!

Finally she had decided to approach him. The first challenge had been how to describe herself, and with that settled, she could begin writing. Opening up word, she began to draft a message. But how to start?

"Hi how are you? Haven't seen you since high school" was so generic, but "I discovered I love being fat, do you want to feed me then fuck me" was clearly too forward.

She decided to go with a fairly generic message, with a slight hint at how she felt, in the hope he might respond to it.

An hour, and about 1000 calories, later she was reclining at her desk, chocolate wrappers and crisp packets strewn around, as she rubbed her large, exposed belly. Her two year old pyjamas struggled to contain her at the best of times, but this was far beyond them. Feeling brave, and with a snack at hand, she opened back up Facebook.

As soon as the page loaded, her message popped up, with a response.

Re-reading that last part as she kneded her full, yet still soft and smooth, belly, she experienced a sexual thrill that she never thought her plump body was capable off, let alone of causing by plumpness alone. Before she lost herself completely to the pleasure, she remembered she still needed to respond,

"Aw thanks, you're too sweet, if you're up for it we can go to the old post office at 7? Should give us plenty of time for some food and a few drinks?"

Almost immediately she got a response,

"Sounds good, see you there"

Finishing off the chocolate, she let herself get lost to the pleasure of an overfull belly on an already VERY well fed girl. Before she knew it, it was almost time to leave. Out of habit she grabbed a baggy hoodie and her tightest jeans, a look she'd used to hide her belly for years, before realising that, at last, she could wear something form fitting, and comfortable.

For years she'd been buying nice dresses whenever she went up a size, only to never wear them except around the house, but now she was embracing her size, and hopefully meeting someone who would just as much.

Arriving early, she looked to find the perfect table, she wanted to be out of the way enough that he wouldn't get embarrassed, but to still be able to see the door so she could greet him properly. After a minute she saw it, in the corner, one chair facing the door, the other the wall.

Arriving perfectly on time, she saw her date walk in, looking around awkwardly. She stood up, needing to take a deep breath to keep her belly from knocking into the table, and shuffled out to greet him, waving him over. Following his eyes, she saw him look at her face then, almost as unsutbly as in high school, at her breasts and belly, before returning to her face.

"Hi"

"Hi"

She responded, smiling at him before embracing him - clearly to his surprise. As they sat down, him grabbing one last look at her belly, she teased him

"I thought you wouldn't be shocked at how plump I've gotten"

Emphasising that most sexual word, plump. He looked embarrassed, stuttering out a response

"No! I mean I noticed, but, it's not like, bad or, I mean ..."

She couldn't help but laugh at the awkwardness of it.

"I think I'm going to treat myself to two mains tonight"

She said smiling.

By the time last order had rolled around she was throughly stuffed, and more than a little tipsy. She'd coerced him into admitting he liked bigger woman around the second desert, and admitted her own feelings by the third. She got out of breath from the act of getting up, even aided by her date, though that wasn't much given her instance he rub her belly at the same time. Wadelling out (offcousre ensuring his hands remained on her belly) she knew that tonight was going to be fun.

[delamaster]

Don't worry

Don't worry about walking anywhere, we can just stay in and order takeout.

Don't worry about getting up, I can get the food.

Don't worry about about unbuttoning those jeans, they probably just shrunk in the wash anyway.

Don't worry about that little belly, it just shows how happy you are with me.

Don't worry about having another portion, I'll feed it to you if you want.

Don't worry about that button popping of, I was hoping to get you out of that shirt anyway.

Don't worry about people teasing you, you know I think you're getting hotter and hotter.

Don't worry about feeling too full to sit up, we can go to bed.

Now why don't you lie back and let me fill you up.

[delamaster]

The doctors office

God it's that fat pig coming in again.

I remember how thin she should to be.

The door opened as the young cow waddled in, her shirt riding up as her belly pushed her trousers down. In one hand was a bag from the local bakery filled to the brim with doughnuts. The grease on her hands and around her month suggested this was not her first. In her other hand was a drink with so much sugar it had practically saturated it.

The doctor didn't even bother to read her file, he knew the problem already. Still best to go through the motions.

"Step on the scales miss"

Seemingly out of breath from the walk over, she lumbered on to the scales, clearly excited to find out the result.

"365 pounds" the nurse said, contempt clear in her voice.

The cow smiled at this, as if achieving something.

If it weren't for the drink and doughnuts, he bought have given her the benefit of the doubt, maybe she was putting her life together.

Thinking about her, stuffing her face in her car afterwords as a celebration, soft flesh erupting over her jeans...

He had to stay focused

"I think you know you need to lose weight"

She nodded, still beaming from the scale reading.

"Until you do that there nothing else I can do"

"thank you doc! I'll be sure to take your advice"

She left, get colossal figure swaying hypnotically through the door, leaving the doctor with thoughts of how long it would take those jeans to snap. Draining her drink she immediately started snacking as she left.

Next year I'll bet she'll hit 500 pounds, he thought, contemptuously.

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Dedicated to all the (SS)BBWs and feedees who have shit doctors and don't give a fuck.

[delamaster]

Why are we pushing back against the obesity epidemic? Embrace it.

Stuff your face until you can't stuff your overfed body into any of your clothes. Get fatter with reckless abandon. Who cares about fitness? Take the elevator, use a scooter, it doesn't matter. There are so many accommodations that allow you to avoid burning calories, so just take advantage. Who cares what anyone else thinks? Be morbidly obese and be happy, and maybe you'll convince others to let go in your wake. Who cares what the doctor says? When your BMI is pushing triple digits it's pointless trying to lose the weight anyway.

Give up on those expectations, give up on dieting, and just eat. Mindlessly.

Get chubby.

Get fat.

Get unrecognizably obese.

[delamaster]

Faturday Calorie Challenge

Is really like to do a stuffing this Saturday, and I figured I'd give you the opportunity to really make me huge. I'll run this from now until Saturday at 12AM PST. Let's see how big you guys make me!

Like = 20 calories

Reblog = 50 calories

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Empowered feedees

Eat as much as you want, of whatever you want, whenever you want.

Stuff yourself for you, make your feeder follow your desires, your fantisies.

Afterall, it’s all about you and that sexy growing body

[delamaster]

sorry if this is too kinky but can you hold my hand and tell me i mean a lot to you

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Thought I’d share the muffin top these *NEARLY BRAND NEW* pants give me, it took 20 minutes to pack myself into them it’s so tight on my stomach

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concept: feeders who love and dote on their feedees and take them on normal, non-kinky romantic outings. feeders who genuinely find their feedees attractive, even if they want to lose weight. feeders who know that it’s okay to lose weight. feeders who respect their feedees’ wishes

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Walking into work, I look pregnant even with an empty belly xx💕🐷

Like and reblog please 💕💋

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The Joy of fat girls

There is nothing more attractive than a fat girl, struggling to move under her immense weight, and when she does it is invariably to get more food to stuff in her greedy face