fattyytt

[fattyytt]

i need someone to ruin me.

not in the fun flirty way. i mean actually, literally, take me apart. feed me until i can't walk without waddling, until breathing feels like a chore, until my body is nothing but soft, heavy proof of your obsession. i want to be swollen with indulgence, stuffed past reason, spoiled beyond recognition.

i want to wake up in a haze of hunger and syrup-sweet affection, only to be greeted by another round of force-fed breakfasts in bed. i want you to look at me like i'm your prize pig, your project, your possession.

i want the teasing, the pressure, the constant, creeping growth. i want the way you’ll sneer when i say i’m full, the way you’ll smile when the scale creaks louder every day. I want your hands everywhere, greedy and proud, shaping me like clay into exactly what you want.

no escape. no diet. no mercy. Just feed me.

i want to be broken—beautifully, thoroughly—by appetite.

i want to be yours in the most obscene way possible. a thing you keep fattened, pampered, and pumped full of calories until i’m unrecognizable. until i'm helpless. until my body is a bloated, quivering monument to your obsession and my surrender.

don’t just feed me. force me. hold me down and pour milkshakes past my lips until i’m whining and leaking and begging you to stop, even as my gut growls for more. make me cry from fullness, then coo in my ear about how proud you are. tell me i was made to be this soft, this greedy, this round.

push me to the brink. watch me struggle to lift myself from the bed you’ve made my prison. slap the side of my belly and laugh when it jiggles for seconds after. make me wear tight clothes just so you can watch them give out, seams snapping like they’ve finally admitted defeat.

you said you wanted a pig? then feed me like one. treat me like one. no dignity, no limits. spoon after spoon, bite after bite, until i’m gasping and drooling and too heavy to fight you. make me need you to eat, to move, to breathe.

make me forget who i was before you turned me into this.

just a swollen, spoiled, overfed mess made for your pleasure.

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She chose this lifestyle

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My pig

I really have ruined your life. I've turned you into a pathetic lardass that you can hardly do anything on your own anymore. You need help just to get out of bed, or to put on clothes, or even just to move around your house.

People are starting to ask about you. They're starting to notice that you've gained a lot of weight. They're asking me what's up with you, wondering why you're getting so fat. I just smile and shrug, making up some excuse about how you're fine. "Girl just likes to eat, y'know?"

I never get into the details of it. But I know they're curious. I've heard them whispering and talking about your weight gain. Everyone can see what a fat tub of lard you're becoming.

Aren't you ashamed of what you've become? What you've done to yourself? Look at that bulging belly, that huge overgrown ass. All that extra flab, stretching out your skin, jiggling with each small movement you make. How you've grown to be such a gargantuan mess.

Do you feel shame when you eat? You should. Look at how you stuff your face, gorging on all the greasy, fattening foods I feed you. Eating, always eating, filling your fat gut with so much food that you can barely breathe. I've made you into a food-addicted fatass, constantly stuffing your face, without a thought for your own health or future. Though really, I don't see a future for you outside of shoveling fattening garbage down your throat and collecting stretchmarks.

And besides, isn't it fun when I take you out in public? Everyone staring at you, silently judging you. Men, women, children. Everyone looking at your obscene, fleshy body. How you can barely move anymore, weighed down by so much fat. How you waddle when you walk and wheeze when you breathe. How you've ruined yourself, becoming so fat and out of shape.

And oh, yes, the questions I occasionally get, and I always brush them off.

"She just likes to indulge."

"Don't worry, everything's fine."

"I decided it would be super hot if she was really obese so I'm fattening her up like the pig she is. She loves it!"

Just kidding, I haven't told anyone the last one yet, but I'm sure they would be mortified if I did. I think I'd like to keep this between us, for now. It makes it hotter, in a way. Secretly indulging in such debauchery. People get so curious when they see what’s become of you. They ask about how you’ve been, what you’ve been up to.

I know what they really want to know is how and why you've fucked up your entire life, by overeating and sitting on your expanding ass. To them you've become a tragic parody of yourself. Nothing but a disgustingly fat mass of lard, carrying hundreds of extra pounds of fat.

They don’t know, but the truth is that you've become quite the happy, greedy pig, haven't you? Always stuffing yourself with unhealthy food, overeating till you can't breathe, and always wanting more. I'm glad we both finally see eye-to-eye about your future: as an obese, unhealthy pile of lard. You couldn’t lose weight even if you wanted to. It's been long enough since your bingeing and your gluttonous habits took complete control of your life. In fact, I'm pretty sure you were never in control to begin with. You've been a helpless victim of your cravings from the start. Your body craves more and more and more and you can't resist stuffing more and more garbage into your mouth.

You like the idea of being my secret fat pig, eating yourself massive without anyone else but me knowing how you get off to it. Makes it just that much more arousing, doesn't it? Growing larger and lazier and fatter. Surrendering yourself completely to hedonism and excess. Living a life of total, indulgent gluttony. It's great– your belly pushing out from beneath your shirt, your thighs thick and flabby, your clothes straining to contain your softening body. You're a pig, endlessly eating and eating and eating.

It's not like you're trying to hide it, after all. Your belly is always stuffed full, constantly gurgling and groaning as your poor bloated body processes all the calories. And of course, the weight is clearly showing, as you expand and soften. And don't I love it. Don't I feed you and encourage you to eat more. Stuff your face with fatty, sugary, indulgent treats. Watching you stuff your chubby cheeks, seeing you lick the crumbs off your fat fingers. Relishing in every bite as you savor your food like a good pig.

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Getting ready to go meet a lot of people on his dad’s side of the family. They’re about to get a real surprise. Trying to promise myself not over eat..

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The dress is bust!

I posted a new picture on Patreon if anyone wants to check it out😝

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Doctor said I’m “ mildly obese” now

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Fitspo to bopo. 🤭

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Doing an 100 nuggets challenge really does take it out of you 😩

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Still can't believe I let him turn me into his personal pig.

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you have zero control on how big you’ll end up at. a slut for calories and an obedient pig loses all independence. sedated and fed

Honestly, I could do with a little bit less agency. I'm at a point now where I'm nervous about gaining more weight. Maybe if I thought about it less, and hand it over the decision-making to somebody else- It would all be so much easier.

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Posted some hot videos on my only fats ;3

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feeder rubbing my overstuffed belly from chugging sprite and eating bananas

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What a journey 🤤

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Enjoy my soft body 💖

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I don't want to rush to an early grave. I'm not itching to die. I'll gladly take as long as it takes, be around as long as I can - the longer I do, the bigger I can get after all. I want you to have all the time to love on me you can.

But.

I don't want you to slow down. I don't want you to hold back. Being fat will kill me eventually; dying is an inevitability in life, and the health problems that come with my size will be a factor. But up until that very moment, I need to know you're going to keep going. That I'll never be big enough, that you'll always want more of me. That you'll keep doting on me and spoiling me and pampering me and stuffing me all the same, that you want me to have that pleasure and bliss until my final breath. All the health problems become so erotic because they're signs of how far we've gone, how obsessively committed you've been. How much love and affection you've poured into me to the point my body can barely handle it much longer. I'd be happy knowing that's what did me in, and that I got as big as I could for you in exchange.

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Guess the xxl wasn’t big enough….

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good girls keep chugging!!!