fatbellyboysstuff

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boob rolls AND back rolls 🙂‍↕️

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Sorry if I just missed it but I keep seeing asks about your before and after. Where can I see this?

i think sometimes ppl have been following my gain for awhile and theyre commenting on that? but here, i found an old pic of mine!

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WHY is my car shrinking?!

I swear, my car is getting smaller! 2 inches of clearance between my gut and the wheel and I have to squeeze my thighs together to fit in the seat….why is this happening?

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Go lay in bed and stuff your self silly and jiggle your fat body. Doctor's orders, they told me to tell you. Don't question me. Also masturbate after you eat so much you feel like you will explode. They said that too.

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Got a new tank

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one part of gaining immense amounts of weight that i haven’t seen people talk about is how your view of physical distance changes a lot.

when i was 164lbs i was walking several miles a day because it was easy and i didn’t have to think about it. i wasn’t going to get out of breath after 10 steps. when i thought about getting from one place to another, the distance didn’t matter at all.

when i was 214lbs, it still wasn’t that big of a deal. i could take 5 flights of stairs up and down to my dorm easily, even if i was out late w friends and maybe drank too much a couple miles from my dorm it still was fine, maybe my feet would hurt if i didn’t wear smthn comfy. my legs didn’t cramp up after 1/8th of a mile.

when i was 259lbs things were only really starting to become a struggle. i’d come across a few chairs that were getting a little tight, i’d finally outgrown a good portion of my wardrobe, i’d had to replace all of my bras once and it was getting to that point again.. but i could still make it to my classes. maybe i’d be out of breath, but it was manageable.

reaching 300lbs was the biggest change so far. i spent my senior year of college eating my way to that goal and it fucking showed. i remember walking across the stage at graduation and actually being a little out of breath. i was proud of that—but things were really catching up to me. seatbelts wouldn’t fit around me, the stretch marks were getting bad.

but the biggest difference now that i’m past even 300 is what i was talking about at the beginning here—distance.

if i want to go somewhere i have to think about the logistics—parking? and even then, are the spots big enough for me to have room to get out? what about the walk inside? can i dress cute, or would i need to wear shoes i can really walk in, because any walking that’s more than from one chair to another is something i have to really consider.

if i forgot something at my place and had just left, i don’t really think about turning around anymore.. because that means the effort of getting out of the car, up the stairs to my place, down the stairs, and back into the car. that’s a lot. i’m supposed to be keeping my steps down, it’s just not worth it to me anymore!! but like a few months ago?? when i was at 300?? i would’ve done it 🤷‍♀️

i don’t take trips into the grocery store anymore. i can walk that distance, for sure, but i get into my head and i’ll be panting by the time i get a cart to lean on. again, not worth it. a hour long grocery trip turns into more time for eating if i could just pick up an order.

each of these decisions to move less, take fewer steps, drive through instead of walk in, are going to have an effect soon. i’ve already noticed the new weight, my belly sticks out more and. i can’t even imagine by this time next year. 370? 400 maybe? how much worse will it all get? i can’t wait.

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one thing that sucks in tandem wrt being fat and/or being physically disabled is a lifetime of being the downer no fun allowed friend just because of your body being the way that it is. can't fit on that amusement park ride can't keep up walking pace with the group can't navigate rough terrain with a mobility device etc. you try to even lightheartedly poke fun at the ada violations in a space or the seating you won't even try to sit on because it's clearly got a capacity of ~100lb and no matter what you get the weary wish-you'd-stayed-home stare right back

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Something that really bugs the shit out of me is when “feeders” don’t understand (or refuse to accept) physics and physical limitations of feedees. No, I can’t eat four extra large pizzas. What do you mean “why not”? No, I can’t eat so much in one sitting that I regularly break chairs I’m sitting on. What the fuck are you talking about?

Fantasy and RP are fine, but if you don’t make it clear you’re engaging in that capacity, you’re going to look like an idiot.

“Wear your tightest clothes and go to the mall, waddle around, fatty 😈”

Cool cool cool, I’ve gained 100lbs. My tightest pants, if I somehow got them buttoned, would cause me to have a medical emergency before I rip them. They’re Levi’s, the quality is insane.

Now, there’s a deeper conversation to be had here about skinny privilege and how skinny “feeders” (these are rarely the people who actually feed folks) treat fatties like sex objects while rejecting their humanity. But I’m way too tired for that conversation right now.

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there is nothing i want more to be waddling down the street with a ridiculously over-stuffed tummy and for people to ask my very proud partner if im pregnant

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⬆️ POV: Pigging out all day long vs.:

⬇️ The Results:

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Weight gain shakes are so hot because they’re so indefensible. Like the only reason you would ever drink a 1000+ calorie shake every day is to get as fat as possible as fast as possible.

The large meal portions and frequent servings can be justified by liking food. The amount of fatty food you eat is just because you like it. Drinking soda all the time is pretty common. All these things are blowing up you waistline but they’re still inside the realm of normal behavior.

You drink weight gain shakes because you are so addicted to getting fat that you have to speed up the process. You’re so horny all the time that you need a way to get fatter faster. You drink these because you’re already fucking huge but you have to get bigger!

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Something about @couchqueenie just gives me that urge to blow her up 👀

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On Humiliation Pt. 1

You watch the swirl of heavy cream get mixed in with the chocolate milk. your belly is resting on your countertop, a t-shirt that used to fit clinging to every roll and fold on your body. you already ate dinner- a large pizza, an order of chicken wings, a couple of pizza rolls- and you can feel your stomach pushing your belly out even further than usual.

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your shake is done. you pour the heavy liquid into a big cup and shuffle over to your couch. you sit down, thighs spread out, leaning back as much as possible- giving your belly as much room as you can. you put the cup to your lips and start pouring the dense, creamy shake into your mouth. you moan around every gulp. you can feel the cold drink pouring into your stomach, making your belly swell up more and more. you can feel the liquid fill up every last inch of space in your belly. your hand, the one not holding the shake, found its way to your gut, rubbing frantic circles over the vast amount of fat, desperately trying to make more room. you manage to drink about half the shake before you have to set the cup down, immediately letting out a huge burp. your breathing is shallow and fast, your overstretched stomach is restricting your lungs. you lift the cup back against your lips. you know you're too full, your body is screaming at you to stop, to give it some time to digest at least some of the food you forced into it tonight. but you almost feel high from all that sugar and grease and calories you consumed so you start drinking again.

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you set the cup down somewhere next to you. your head falls against the backrest of your couch, both of your hands have found their spot on your belly. a burp turns into a hiccup turns into a gag. you're moaning and panting, your hands wandering over every inch of your overstuffed gut. you try to reach beneath your gut, desperate for some relief, and even in your frantic state you notice how much harder it has become to touch yourself in the way you need it.

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you cum with a scream, one hand tightly holding your belly, feeling like you'll never come down from this high.

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you open your eyes. you must have passed out after you came. it's dark and quiet in your apartment, your TV must have turned off on its own. you struggle to reach up to turn on the light. it's too bright. it shows you exactly what you turned into. you take in the empty pizza box on the floor, soaked with grease. the chicken wing container with the little pool of fat in the corner. the empty soda bottle next to you on the couch. the empty cup with a dried streak of chocolate milk down its side. and you in the middle of this scene- grease on your face, chocolate milk on your lips, your t-shirt rolled up, your belly sticking out further than ever. you try to get up but you can barely move, your greed pinning you to the couch. it takes you four tries to finally stand up.

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standing up makes you feel even bigger. you try to pull down your shirt but it won't even go past your belly button. the skin on your belly is stretched tight and you automatically arch your back to counteract the added weight. you want to clean up, but there is no way you'll be able to pick something up from the floor right now, so you just grab the empty soda bottle and your cup. you slowly make your way over to the kitchen. the movement makes you uncomfortably aware of every inch of fat you added to your body lately. every step makes your belly jiggle, your thighs are rubbing together, your back rolls feel deeper than ever with the way you're leaning back. you put the soda bottle in the recycling bin, the cup goes in the sink. you routinely go to wash out the cup but you can't. it takes you a second to realize that your extended belly makes it impossible to reach the sink. your mind is flooded with images of every angle of yourself in this moment- your greasy face, your double (triple?) chin, your firmly bloated gut hanging out of your stained shirt, your overhang almost completely hiding your underwear, your thighs pushing apart your legs... you are the embodiment of the word "obese".

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while the reality of what you have become sinks in, you grab a bag of chips and another soda, your body moving on autopilot while your brain tries to catch up. you make the difficult trip to your bedroom, avoiding to look in the mirror when you pass it. you put your snack down on your nightstand, right next to the empty bag of chips from last night. your pillows are arranged perfectly to elevate your upper body just enough to make eating and drinking comfortable and you sink down onto your bed. you get yourself situated, struggling to shift your body around, and without thinking you open the bag of chips. your hands are shoveling handful after handful of chips into your mouth while you're doing your best to not think about what you look like right now. the bag is empty before you know it and you can feel yourself slip back into sleep. right before you drift off you catch yourself thinking about the breakfast you want to make tomorrow.

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nothing against the ex jock gainers, but I need more emo men gainers. try to squeeze into those skinny jeans and band shirts for me, big boy

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🩷 calorie slut 🩷

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Yall, not my burps starting to sound like literal pig noises...

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In six years you’ll be pinned to the bed by your own weight and you will only have yourself to blame

promise? 🥺🥺🥺