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I love it when a pigs weight spirals out of control, can’t wait to see her hit 600lbs, probably sooner than later the way this one’s going

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Ellie has the pot belly a queen wishes she had

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Bigbellybridget

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You’re morbidly obese. Morbid. Think about that. Regarded as disturbing or unhealthy. And you’ve surpassed “morbid obesity” ages ago, but you’re not slowing down. You can’t help yourself. It’s getting worse. I’m making it worse. Does that turn you on? It’s getting harder to fit into public spaces. It’s getting harder to reach yourself. It’s getting harder to convince yourself not to completely let yourself go. It’s almost like humans weren’t meant to get this big. Give in to it. Give into your hedonism and gluttony. Give into your true desires. Give into my teasing, encouragement, humiliation. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me. Do it for your feeder.

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I imagine taking care of all that gorgeous flesh requires effort. Do you have or need help showering or toileting?

It definitely requires effort, I really just take my time when I shower and do anything hygiene related! I don’t have any help right now but as I get fatter and my mobility continues to go down I will need in home care! 😮‍💨🥵

If you want to know more about my showers, definitely checkout my shower video on OF!

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DOUBLE STUFFED 🍩🍩

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On my OF⤵️

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Who wants to feed me until I cant fit through the front door?

idea: ur my housewife and i feed u daily with pastries and cakes - u eventually get so wide that ur hips cant squeeze out of the front door, leaving u stuck inside the house like the fat little housewife u are for me:)

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Drink up for mommy

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Thanksgorging

Your family is a little surprised when they see us. Or rather, when they see you. We had warned them that you had gained a few pounds, but we kind of understated it quite a bit. You're much, much fatter than they expected. They're wuite shocked as you waddle through the door, your gigantic gut leading and the rest of your obese body jiggling in behind. Still, they make you feel welcome, even though your fat ass has clearly outgrown most of the furniture and, really, the outfit we chose. You're wearing a sweater and some stretchy leggings, perfect for stuffing your belly. It doesn't really hide how fat you've become, however. The sweater just sort of drapes over your soft bulk, your giant belly, your fat tits. You wobble into the room, wheezing and panting as you move. You look so huge, so bloated, so incredibly sexy.

We all sit down at the table, ready for the big meal. You sit next to me, your huge belly bumping into the table as you try to sit down. Your mother gives you a concerned look, but you smile back at her.

"I'm fine, mom. Really."

We begin the meal. I deal with most of the small talk, as you are, as usual, busy stuffing yourself. As You eat plate after plate of turkey, stuffing, potatoes and more, I deflect or diffuse any mention of your weight gain. Of course I know you're fat. I know you're greedy and so very insatiable-- I love it. It's so hot watching you stuff your face. Of course, when I see your plate starting to empty I'm right there to offer you more, too. I give you extra helpings of everything and make sure your plate is never empty. Basically, I make sure you eat as much as you possibly can-- also as usual.

And, as usual, you do.

You're sweating and panting by the time you think you're done. Your bloated belly pushes up against the table, covered in crumbs and bits of food. You look like you're about to pop. You gasp for breath as you rub your belly, trying to ease the pain of being so stuffed.

"Wow babe, I think you might have overdone it." I say, smirking as I pat your belly. You look around the room and see that everyone is looking at you. Your family, friends, everyone. They're all staring at your enormous, bloated body. Your flabby arms, your cute plump double-chin and huge tits. You look like a mess. Your clothes are covered in crumbs and food debris and your fat belly is swollen and groaning. You've obviously eaten way too much.

You feel embarrassed, ashamed. You feel like such a pig. But mostly you feel horny. Your body is tingling with excitement at being so stuffed full of food. I can tell you want me to touch you more, but you don't dare ask me to do it here in front of your whole family. "Want some dessert, babe?" I ask, smiling as I rub your huge belly. "No, please." you say, struggling to speak with how much you've overstuffed yourself. You look so embarrassed. "I couldn't eat another bite."

"Oh, come on. It's Thanksgiving, after all. Surely you can squeeze a little something more in." I say, as I pick up a pie.

"No, please, I'm so full," you try to say as I fill your plate with various pies and desserts. "I couldn't..."

"Come on, babe." I say, placing the plate in front of you. "Just a couple of bites."

You hesitate for a moment, then you start eating again. Your stomach groans as you force yourself to swallow more food, more calories. You're so stuffed, so full. It's a struggle to even move. You moan as you chew. Sweat beads on your forehead. Your body trembles.

I smile as I watch you gorge yourself on more and more food. I can't help but reach down and rub your bloated belly as you eat. Your family looks on in shock as you force down the entire plate of desserts. You're breathing heavily, sweating, struggling to keep yourself from throwing up. You're feeling so overfed, so bloated-- and so very horny.

"You're such a good pig," I whisper into your ear, as I lovingly rub your bulging belly. "My cute greedy piggy."

You moan softly as you rub your poor aching tummy. Your eyes are glazed over with pleasure as you sit back in your chair. Your belly rises up in front of you, round and heavy. You're sweating and panting, struggling to breathe. You're so cute when you're this full that I can't help but lean in and give you a kiss. I can taste the sugar and fat on your lips. Your stomach groans and gurgles as it works hard to process the massive amount of food you just stuffed into it. You quickly slip into a very satisfied food coma.

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finally moved into the place the firefighters will have to tear down the wall to remove me from 🥹

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Juicy Jackie didn't put down the controller and she didn't put down the snacks either.

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New Video, big stuffing - 18 k calories, 57 minutes!!!

https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/files/file/45991-all-day-challenge-maya-vs-18k-calories/

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Your growth

I can't believe how much you have grown for me. You are gargantuan. I remember a few years ago when you were just barely keeping hold of dieting and exercise. A natural-born fatass like you should have gotten rid of those thoughts a long time ago. You weren't meant to lose weight. Your body was never meant to touch an exercise machine. The only thing you needed to do was eat, feast, and gorge yourself sick till you become the ball of blubber you are today. Just look at those stretchmarks. Fuck they are everywhere on your flab. Your whole body was forced to grow from how much you ate for me. Your meals have easily doubled if not tripled in size. Feels like just yesterday you were telling me a whole pack of bacon is too much, but now I have to buy 3 just to have a few pieces for my own breakfast. I doubt you even noticed, but our scale broke. The needle isn't even visible anymore. I think a hungry hippo might have crushed it. Don't worry though, I never cared about numbers anyway. The only thing I need to count is the chins on your face and the cellulite on your thighs. That reminds me, I am still impressed you got big enough that one of your old friends thought you were someone else. The shocked look on their face to see a gym rat transform into a buffet binger always makes me proud. I know you love every moment of it too. No matter how big you get, I always catch you eating more. 300 pounds was supposed to be your stopping point. You swore you would never get bigger than that. How ironic is that? 300 must feel so distant for you. Those 400 pounds of heavy blubber show the truth, you can't stop yourself. Food tastes too good, you have a weakness to addicting restaurant food, and you get turned on eating yourself worryingly around. I can't wait to see how much you gain this year. Guess it's time to think about your next wardrobe size up.

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"I want to wait until morning to get on the scale so it's more accurate"

Cute that you think I'm going to let your stomach be empty long enough for anything other than 'stuffed to the brim from eating all day' to be the most accurate reading for you ❤️

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Encouraging Post 🐷

Look at how fucking huge you’re getting! You’ve ballooned up so much since the last time I saw you! My gosh your arms, your hands and face, and that belly! Do you even see yourself? Your belly is hanging out of your shirt and your arms and thighs are bulging through your shirt and shorts! You really let yourself go!

I can’t believe how fucking fat you’ve gotten, you’ve really lost all self control huh? I bet you couldn’t even stop if you wanted to could you? You probably enjoy it don’t you? You’re so fucking fat and addicted to food. So obese, no self control anymore, you’ve completely lost yourself to your own gluttony. You did this to yourself.

I mean it’s clearly all you’re good at now. So why stop? Just keep eating, shovel more food into your fat pig mouth. Get fatter, I mean it’s what you want right? To be the biggest, fattest prized show pig ever? Good.

Then eat up. Let’s make you the fattest, I’ll show you some self control fatty 🐽

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I can’t wait for the day that you realize this has finally gone too far

After yet another long night of being stretched out past your limits, you wake up and attempt to roll over, or even sit up.

Except you can’t.

No matter how desperately you try, you barely move. Even though you’re sweating and wheezing like you just ran a marathon. There’s been a small part of you that knew this day would come, even as you gobbled up millions of calories over the years, and finally here it is. You’ve turned yourself into a helpless blob.

Just as you begin to realize you’ll never get out of bed again without a team of people and some special machinery, I’ll wheel in a cart piled high with pancakes, waffles, French toast, donuts… eggs, bacon, sausage, ham… all swimming in a sea of grease and maple syrup.

Of course, as soon as you see the food, you forget about your little predicament, and start drooling uncontrollably as you anticipate shoveling all of that delicious greasy junk down your throat, barely bothering to chew. It’s not like you got this far by accident, after all.