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Mama Yuri is getting real strong😈

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age 19 to age 30, ft. my chunkified leggies ✨

something like ~300 lbs gained 🤯😇😏🐷

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I'm becoming obsessed with the idea of having a fat wife.

Marrying a girl who isn't necessarily skinny - maybe a little thick - and then after the wedding, as we settle into our life together, she gets complacent. She stops going to the gym, gets lazy, gets more into cooking. The softness starts to naturally and gradually accumulate everywhere. She widens out, gets heavier, gets lazier, gets plump. Most days I come home to find her in a pair of sweats stretched over her wide fat ass and an apron strung tight into her back rolls and straining over her fattening belly, excited to show me the new recipe she's been working on and sampling all day.

She'll complain about getting fat, maybe even blame me for it, but she'll keep on eating exactly the same. Becoming lazier and getting fatter all the while.

Nobody will say anything, but they'll say things amongst themselves. Have you seen how much she's blown up since the wedding? They'll pity me for getting trapped in a marriage with a cow, but I'll be the happiest husband in the world. I wanted this. I enabled this. I searched for a wife who loved to indulge, who had an unmistakable sweet tooth, whom I could pamper into obesity, and I found you.

And I won't for a second let you forget how beautiful you are.

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I gotta go to the Midwest ASAP

my favorite part about living in the midwest/south is seeing fat ladies unabashedly wearing low cut jeans with their gut and love handles fully hanging out. probably got a big gulp. this was the dream

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In the era of ozempic, fatphobia, and weight loss…you better be subscribing your fats/gainers/stuffers/f**dees (I can’t believe I’m censoring this, fuck tumblr) content!!

You should be on your hands and knees thanking us for our existence!!! Especially since we’ve lost a few due to the time we’re in rn. Being a f**dee doesn’t mean you don’t feel societal pressure to lose weight.

SUB TO UR FUCKING F**DIST CONTENT CREATORS THAT AREN’T SUBMITTING TO THE SOCIETAL PRESSURES OF WEIGHT LOSS OR BEING THIN. WE ARE DOING THE LORDS WORK AROUND HERE AND I EXPECT TO BE TREATED LIKE IT!!!

LIFE IS HARD, PAY US FOR THE WORK WE ARE DOING!!! YOU COULDN’T GET UR DICK UP WITHOUT US!!

(Feel free to reblog this with links to your sites. We deserve to make a living doing what we do best, providing this community with the masturbation material they would wither away without.)

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various housecow gifs for your daily “i need to see a fat belly or i’ll die” moments!!

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Pretty Pig

Really love the idea of pretty, cute, fashionable feedees who take such good care of their appearance and then gorge themselves like gluttonous slobs.

Their body is a temple, meticulously adorned just as they like it. They always wear clothes with impeccable style and they take such pride in it. But then they eat and eat until their belly is bulging like a beach ball and they regret wearing such well fitting clothes. They have such nice tattoos and piercings, but they end up getting stretched and buried under piles of fat folds. Not to worry though cutie, they still look so good on you! When I can even see them that is~

Eventually, taking care of their appearance becomes such a struggle. Arms too heavy to try applying makeup, and a belly WAY too fat to reach down and paint their toenails. But of course I’ll help my gorgeous fatty if that’s what they want! I’ll help them get all dolled up just how they like it, and I’ll buy new clothes for them to outgrow.

Because I love it when my fatty gets all cute and pretty just to make a fat, overfed, belching mess of themself. Grabbing at their turgid gut and moaning as they let out a stream of burps. Sweating and panting with the effort of stuffing themself so thoroughly. I’ll pat that groaning gut through the soft fabric of their favorite shirt and sigh,

“Pretty piggy~”

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when she ripples like a water bed 💦

(I thought I was 530 still but this week the scale put me back at over 540 😵‍💫) she is careening toward 550+ again lololol

🐷🎀

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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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wake up honey tiana posted a new car stuffing!!

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Same shorts at double the size... I am obsessed with before and after comparisons right nowww 😵‍💫 sorry for spamming them. Really just feeling huge. These used to be waaaaay to big on me and now I can barely get them on.

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I think a lot of people would love for the "new normal" to be a life filled with every indulgence and a love for the hedonistic consumption.

It’s funny that you only come to your senses AFTER you’ve stuff yourself full. By the time the embarrassment and regret settle in it’s too late to do anything. Those calories are already in your stomach being processed into fat.

Maybe you can exercise to burn all those excess calories? —No, you don’t have the energy for that right now.

Maybe you can make healthier choices next time you eat? —No. you won’t admit it yet, but you’ve become addicted to fattening junk food.

Maybe you can eat smaller portions next time? —Yeah… you think to yourself as you fall into a food-induced slumber.

Little do you know… you’ve already lost whatever restraint you had around food. The moment your next meal touches your lips, you’ll eat with reckless abandon again. This ever-fattening cycle is your new normal.

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With tumblr deciding to destroy us all, is there any other platform we’d be able to find you on?

several, thank u for asking! i post pics on instagram and X, although im trying to get into bluesky too and just made my very first post!! for more parasocial stuff, i have an alt instagram and a discord server where a few of us asynchronously play minecraft. i have further overly ambitious plans, but for now u can find all that stuff on chubbychiquita.com 👌

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@growing-goth-sow Look forward to the day you officially start waddling

waddling is such a hot concept to me… like… you got so fat that you can’t even walk properly, let alone run or even walk quickly. no, you’re stuck struggling to even lift your feet with all that heft pulling you down and that pesky belly getting in the way. your thick thighs chafing and tugging at each other as you break a sweat doing something most people wouldn’t think twice about. with all that effort, your breathing’s labored to the point where you’re moreso snorting and wheezing than breathing properly.

…but this is all to be expected.

when you eat like a pig, you end up like one, too.

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POV you get hit with a wg/piggy hex

(2nd person POV story about a jealous colleague that curses you out of jealousy and triggers your downfall)

{CW: humiliation, degradation, teasing, light slob}

You’re a confident and successful office manger. Fit, and sexy with a whole lot of potential in the company. Of course, this is bound to cause some jealousy among those who are “lesser” than you. Little do you know.. one of those jealous woman is a witch. She believes your position, your confidence, and your allure should all be hers. So one night she decides to put a curse on you to take you down a peg. “May her downfall be swift and hard, make her body fill with lard. An appetite of a pig she shall own, make her girth only known. Beauty gone and siphoned to me, she’s a big fat pig now, forever be!!”

Soon you start slipping up in your work and you just can’t seem to focus like you used too. All this stress starts to makes you eat more than usual and you notice how good it makes you feel. So you subconsciously start to sneak in more snacks and slowly neglect your important new work protect. After only a few days of this, the weight starts to pile on and people notice and whisper about it. Your belly is pressing against your button up shirt, your waistband is tighter than usual and you feel a slight jiggle in your middle when you walk. But you pay it little mind, you can loose the weight after this new project is done. You’ve started snacking at your desk more often and those calories are adding up! And everyone is noticing, they’re starting to loose the respect they once had for you as a manager, and as the office hottie.

Your superior takes notice in your inferior performance. He gives you the choice to be let go, or to be demoted to a lower paying position with less responsibilities. Since you still got bills to pay, you accept the lower position with defeat. It seems the Witch has been promoted in your place. You congratulate her and be a good sport about it sinceshes your boss now. “…Has she lost weight?” You think to yourself. “Well she’s looking good lately, really good!” Just then your stomach growls angrily. She giggles and offers to buy you lunch today to “make you feel better”, and you eagerly accept. All this stress has made you so hungry! Now that the jealous witch is your boss, she always makes sure to give you an extra 10 minutes for lunch everyday, which you take advantage of! How generous of her!!

Day after day… more pounds are added to you frame, and you have to go up multiple sizes every few weeks. To afford this new wardrobe, you need to cancel your old gym membership… it was only gathering dust anyway. But it seems all the bigger sizes only come in shades of pink! You sigh as you don’t have a choice. All the fattening, unhealthy foods you’ve been consuming has really taken a toll on your appearance too! You start sleeping in your makeup after binge eating the stress away, and you start neglecting your previous beauty routines. Your once chiseled face is now bloated, resting on a padded double chin, your once flawless skin is now broken out with all the sugars and fats eat, and your delicate features have turned dull and piggish with the way the fat is settling in your face. Your hair is greasy and unkept, so you wear it in a messy bun all the time (even that only emphasizes your round face and fatty neck) You’ve gone from confident to meek and weak-willed.

Your once hourglass figure is long gone and buried under 200+lbs of blubber. The only shape you resemble now is a sphere. Your flat tummy has expanded into a massive jiggly mess that eagerly peaks out of any shirt you wear. Your once tight butt is now massive and dimpled with cellulite and you’ve got a nice secretary spread going on too. Your once elegant gait is now a slow lazy waddle with your wide hips and your chubby feet that ooze out of the black designer heels you refuse to let go of. People talk about your transformation openly, even within earshot. But I mean, can you blame them? The whole office can hear your heavy steps from a mile away, the sounds of you opening another bag of snacks is deafening, you make a little struggle grunt every time you need to get up from your chair (that can barely contain you now)… you’re practically unrecognizable from your former hotter self!

And the witch? Well… she’s the new office babe. Admired and respected by all. Confident, sexy, and achieving her full potential! All words that once described YOU. Now the only worlds that can describe your new form are… obese, pathetic and pig. The Witch enjoys her new status, but always keeps an eye on you to make sure you never rise up from the pig she cursed you to be... in her mind she’s won! But in your mind, you’ve discovered something new about yourself…and you secretly enjoy it.

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Can't stop, won't stop, until I get plum and round :⁠-⁠)

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Same bathroom, 85lbs heavier, guess I'm proud of who I've become 🥹😅