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Helpless

You want to be so fat you are literally helpless to do anything without me. You want to be so fat that walking is a memory; so fat that the only use for your feet is as extra storage for the results of your constant gluttony. You want to be so fat that your upper arms have the size and cushiness of pillows; so swollen that they overcome your elbows. You want to be so fat that even your wrists have rolls; so fat that counting your chins takes both hands. You want to be so fat that your arse acts as your cushion and your anchor, melting over the sides of the king size mattress you call a home. You want to be so fat that your belly surges forward, spreading your legs permanently while making self-pleasure impossible. So fat you are helpless to indulge even that primal need, without me.

You want to be so fat that you become simple. You want your mind to forget about everything difficult and complicated - anything that isn’t about pleasure. You want to forget social niceties. You want to become lost in a constant cycle of gluttony and lust. You want food and sex to be so strongly associated in your dumb mind that even the sight of a meal makes your nethers start to tingle.

You want to be so fat that it consumes you. Not merely physically - you want it to consume *you*, your mind, your life, your personality, everything you are, as thoroughly as you consume meal after meal. You want to be so fat that the things normal people have - friends, hobbies, a job, a life - shrink away while you grow ever wider. Right now your desires are secondary to your life, your work, to social expectations. But you want to be so fat that your desires overwhelm everything. I know you want it. You know you want it. So why don’t you take my hand, and let me help you to be helpless.

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Passion might win this race, but Luna is winning the race to immobility.

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hellooooo

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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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A dedicated post for @pilingonthelbs !

This fat pig has lost all control of her eating. She has gained 175lbs in 10 years. And you guessed it, she’s far from finished gaining weight. There is no going back for her now. She will never see her waistline again. She will never not waddle when she walks. She will always be out of breath when walking. An oversized hog, with a blubbery gut.

As her username suggests, she is piling on the pounds. Overfed, obese and overweight. She is always filled with endless calories, making herself bed bound and too tired to move. Her piggy gut is so jiggly and soft, but when she’s bloated, her gut gets so hard, slapping it like a drum! How huge do you think she will get by the end of the year? 😳

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would you swim with me wearing this? 😋

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Ideal future where @fatmisstssbbw is my gf 🍟

Go support her on https://onlyfans.com/fatmisstssbbw 🍩

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POV: I’m Your Homebody Hog of a Housewife 💋

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Late night binge after eating birria tacos all day. My tummy is beggin for a rub.

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feedees who get out of breath masturbating and have to stop because their heart is beating too fast, their arm is tired and they are sweating profusely <3

i would love to catch one of them and take over, but every time they get close i shove sugary donuts in their mouth and slow down. over and over until they cum in the midst of a ruined orgasm and fall into a food coma right after ~

waking up still horny, struggling to think straight but unable to sit up because their stomach is too full <33 handing them more sugary food, straddling their lap and putting their belly on top of my legs while i lightly tease them for being such a greedy little pig with no self control who can only think about cumming~

grinding harder each time they take a bite, teasing their nipples and leaving kisses all over their chest, praising them for eating so much for me, completely overwhelm them with attention and food until they cum in their underwear, urging them to keep eating regardless until they pass out again<33

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Hoping to one day have access to an immobile blob’s 24/7 livestream…

It’d be so fun to check in and see whether they’re eating or sleeping (why do anything else?)

I’d be fascinated by the process of watching them get bathed, or cleaned up after going to the bathroom.

And it wouldn’t be complete without a dashboard showing all their key stats: blood sugar, cholesterol, heart rate, blood oxygen, body fat percentage, weight.

I’d especially love to watch their weight climb up gradually, minute by minute. Sure, it’d move slowly…but always up, up, up 🥰

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I’m still fat as ever

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