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want to come give it a squeeze?

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What aspects of gaining make you super horny

when I catch myself breathing extra heavy after being stuffed. it turns me on so much and then makes me want to eat more

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How’s the fattest year looking

back up 270 which was my heaviest before getting sick, 300 is in sight🥵

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Woahhh bro got BIG. From a slim 180-lb 20-year-old to a beefy tatted-up 275 pounds by age 25. Claims he “bulked too hard” but doesn’t look like he’s planning on cutting any time soon

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just a lazy fat girly waiting to be spoiled

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Holiday Stuffing

Taking my boyfriend and I out for a proper buffet stuffing. Kinky dates are the best. I’ll probably get huge too. Eat, drink, and be merry, right? Let’s get that 41” up to a good healthy 69 (nice.) Send me asks of what to feed him and I will.

Bonus, I’ll link my cashapp and you can pay for us to visit another buffet later for dinner ;)

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OMG Bear! I just saw that you are back! What happened to you??

I didn’t expect that youd get rounder around the middle first 🤭

if your ass and thighs dont start catching up, pretty soon you’ll be all tummy! 🐷

I certainly feel like I'm all tummy when I get that stuffed! Love when it's so swollen and tight I can't squirm to get comfortable. I'm just a bloated, flustered mess forced to accept the consequences of my gluttony.

My arm almost wasn't long enough to reach around my belly! I need someone to massage the tight aches away and continue to stuff my face 🐻✨️

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Been working on my body😏

Everything is just a little bit softer~ I wonder why? Couldn’t be all the junk food and laying around, could it 🥺?

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How many tattoos do you think I have?

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Thick ❤️✨

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Glazed, Greased, & Greedy

I. - Morning

The walk from her apartment to the bus stop had never been Sarah’s favorite part of the day. It wasn’t a long walk, nor an uphill one. She just despised walking. Were it not for her habit of picking up breakfast every day at the donut shop tucked behind the bus stop, the entire ordeal would be far more effort than it was worth. This pattern could be applied across quite a bit of Sarah’s life, actually - she never really wanted to do anything unless it involved a generous helping of one of her favorite foods. Unsurprisingly, this style of self-motivation proved itself to have a handful of less-than-desirable side effects, including a vicious addiction to certain foods. But the most apparent  effect was her size. Sarah had never been all that skinny, and spent much of her adolescence battling against the unrelenting tendency of her midsection to soften and bulge out whenever her dieting resolve slipped. That resolve to maintain some degree of fitness, inconsistent as it may have been, practically evaporated when Sarah began college. Faced with a challenging course load and unprecedented access to foods she was craving, she made what seemed like a relatively inconsequential choice and decided not to worry too much about her weight for a little while.

This turned out to be a very consequential choice. The occasional ten or twenty pounds that Sarah had been staving off for years settled permanently on her waistline in a matter of weeks. This wasn’t surprising or even particularly concerning for Sarah. What she hadn’t predicted, though, would be her complete inability to pump the brakes. The pounds just kept coming, undaunted by Sarah’s insistence that she would be starting a new exercise and dieting schedule the following week. Such empty promises were no match for biology. Sarah consistently ate twice as much and exercised half as much as someone of her build should have, and the consequences were as inevitable as her nightly junk food binges. By the end of her freshman year, Sarah the college student looked quite a bit different from Sarah the high-schooler.

Dulled, barely visible collarbones flowed smoothly into a neck that increasingly lacked definition, which itself culminated in what was undeniably the soft protrusion of a double chin. Framing her chins were fleshy cheeks that had previously conformed to Sarah’s conventionally attractive cheekbones, but now puffed out in an almost cartoonish manner and were frequently red-hued from exertion. Further down, Sarah’s chest was the one part of her body that had certainly benefited from her tendency to shoehorn an extra meal or two into the day. Flanked on both sides by her doughy and toneless arms, it had once been quite perky, but was now plumped up with a generous amount of soft flesh such that the weight of her breasts rested lazily on her flabby chest and spilled decadently out of just about every bra she had. When Sarah wasn’t wearing a bra, they poured out onto the next available surface - her gut. It wasn’t obnoxiously large, and certainly not big enough to earn her a genuinely obese appearance, but it was a gut nonetheless and had developed awfully quickly. As a result, a handful of fiery stretchmarks had formed around her pudgy belly button, highlighting how little resistance she had put up against the aggressively expanding mound of flab fitted around her once-trim waistline. All of that extra fat wrapped around Sarah, giving her a belly hang that could certainly still be hidden under a well-fitting pair of yoga pants, but with ever-increasing difficulty. At the edges of her gut, the flab formed into hips that had the vague appearance of shapeliness, but were substantially wider than average-sized clothing would allow for. Any delusions about a “skinny-thick” body type could be quickly shattered with a finger poke - Sarah’s hips were well-shaped by pure coincidence. They were coated in a thick, swollen layer of excess padding that wobbled with even the slightest of movements, and made it surprisingly difficult to locate the hip bone itself. The bulging adipose on her sides flowed smoothly into a pair of plump, overstuffed love handles, each of which were crested by a gentle crease that was rapidly deepening, forming the beginnings of a soft roll of back fat. Traveling downwards, the back fat layer got thicker and thicker before merging with the bulging mass of her large but not particularly shapely ass. Sarah had never really been satisfied with it, but the added weight had filled it out in a way that she didn’t mind, even if its complete lack of muscle tone was becoming obvious in even the most conservative of pants. Far more concerning when it came to pants, however, were her thighs. They had always been on the larger side, but with a uniform rounded shape that had earned Sarah something very close to a thigh gap when she had been at her smallest. That shape was gone now, replaced by one defined by thick bulging fat pads on the insides of her thighs that made putting on pants a nightmare. They swished and wobbled against each other as she walked, a problem that Sarah chose to solve by walking even less. She hadn’t noticed, but her gait had slowly adopted a mild side-to-side sway so as to limit the inescapable chub rub.

That had been last year’s Sarah, though, and another full year of decadent, gluttonous living had done an unbelievable amount of damage to her already overfattened body. The five minutes it had originally taken to get to the bus stop was now closer to fifteen, a lesson she learned after missing the bus a few too many times. She didn’t really mind missing the bus - it was a good excuse to skip the day’s classes, and gave her plenty of time to visit the donut shop. Although it was originally a treat for special occasions, the donut shop was fairly essential to Sarah at this point. She had developed an intense addiction to the sugary sweetness of the pastries, and found herself battling an intense headache all morning if she didn’t get her fix. Additionally, on the days when Sarah missed the bus, it was no longer possible to simply turn around and walk home. A one-way trip was exhausting in itself, and she would need a good half hour of recovery before attempting the trek back to the apartment. 

Today was one of those days, and after resting in a too-small booth in the back of the shop and the subsequent destruction of a full dozen glazed donuts, Sarah hoisted herself up and made her way towards the door. Her feet instantly burned with an all-too-familiar soreness, but today it was the uncomfortable post-gluttony tightness in her chest that had Sarah’s attention. It had been happening more and more frequently recently, and she wondered if it was worth enduring the nightmare of the doctor’s office to get it checked out. Ten steps beyond the door of the shop, and she was already breathless. Sarah’s modified gait had developed into a full-blown waddle, with each labored movement sending her weight careening back and forth, achieving very little in the way of forward progress. Today, between her burning lungs, aching feet, pounding heart, and belly packed full of donuts, it would be a twenty minute walk home.

Squeezing through the door frame into her apartment, Sarah was absolutely heaving, struggling to pull enough air into her fat-squeezed lungs. She collapsed on the couch, which offered a threatening creak as it buckled downwards under her weight. There really wasn’t any way around it at this point. Sarah’s weight had ballooned far too high, far too quickly, and the warning signs were impossible to ignore. But ignorance is bliss, and she had never been one to turn down a strong dose of bliss - especially not when she could induce even more pleasure by continuing to indulge in her favorite high-calorie goodies. Sarah’s concerns about her weight quickly slipped from her mind as a gnawing craving took over, despite the churning mass of sugary dough that was still settling in her distended belly. It wasn’t a craving for any specific food, but it was more than any regular sensation of hunger. No, Sarah wasn’t hungry. She didn’t need food. But this feeling that had been coming over her more and more recently wasn’t about nourishment; more than anything else, it was an intense wave of unrestrained greed. Sluggish after her massive breakfast and still lugging around a fully-packed gut, Sarah was motivated to haul herself off of the couch by nothing less than pure greed. She sauntered in the kitchen, chest heaving rhythmically in time with each shallow breath beneath her heavy and overinflated breasts.

Unfortunately, the kitchen couldn’t offer much in the way of snacks. Sarah had grazed her way through the usually well-stocked pantry last night, packing away two bags of chips and an entire package of oreos over the course of a few hours of late-night snacking. Sighing, she lumbered back towards the couch, feeling her corpulent frame quiver with each labored movement. It would have to be delivery. Sarah fished her phone out of her yoga pants, struggling to jam her pudgy fingers into the dangerously overstretched pocket where it sat, pressing into the dough of her thighs. These pants were getting awfully close to being see-through in the tightest spots, and would need to be replaced soon by something a few sizes larger. As she maneuvered her phone out of the pocket, Sarah noticed that her tank top had rolled up a few inches over the pronounced bulge of her belly, exposing a band of pale doughy flesh that was riddled with violent red stretchmarks. An attempt to pull the tank top back down proved fruitless, and she decided it would not be worth the effort. Sarah turned her attention to her phone, absentmindedly scratching at the exposed portion of her irritated skin, sending small ripples throughout the lard-filled mass of her waistline. Looking to get as much bang for her buck as possible, she ordered a sheet pizza with extra cheese and pepperoni. That way she could eat the leftovers tomorrow, she lied to herself. The wait for her meal felt like a lifetime, and Sarah was practically drooling at the thought of all that cheese and grease. She distracted herself with reality television, letting her eyes glaze over as her hefty bulges of fat pooled out across the surface of the straining couch.

Sarah had no idea how long she had been sitting there watching television, but the doorbell jolted her up off the couch in an instant, much to the dismay of her overburdened knees. Already short of breath, she lugged herself towards the door, swinging her pillowy arms to aid her motion in what might have appeared to an onlooker as a pathetic attempt at jogging. Sarah opened the door, and was handed a massive pizza box that emitted a scent so intoxicating that she briefly forgot where she was. It was the outstretched hand of the pizza man that brought her back to reality, and she stuffed a wad of cash into it, pretending not to notice that his gaze was entirely fixated on her oversized gut, which had managed to push the tank top far enough upwards to reveal a deep belly button nestled within the sea of excess fat. Trying once again to pull it back down, she succeeded only in creating a show of wobbling adipose as the top refused to stretch. Red-faced with exertion and embarrassment, she thanked the delivery driver and quickly closed the door, meeting his eyes just long enough to notice that she wasn’t the only one blushing.

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see? i wasn't lying about posting something. it only took like 50 years so next time i promise it will be 49 years or fewer. anyhow, i hope you folks like this one! it's a tad more on the vanilla side, but i thought i might use the opportunity to be a little more playful with the writing style. ("playful?? this reads like it was written by a severely concussed charles dickens.") moving forward with the future parts of this series, i'll probably move into a gradually darkening tone, but at the moment i'm not sure how many more parts i'll do or what they're going to look like. please by all means feel free to leave any feedback, criticisms, or recommendations - i'm always open to that stuff and i will only cry a tiny bit if you're mean, promise.

and once again, sorry for completely disappearing. it will happen again.

cheers,

R

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Can't believe I forgot to post these ones... from my stuffing a couple of days ago.

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I don't think my boobies are anything special, but I forgot I made these gifs! Hope you all enjoy!

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This is a little bit of an irl post and motivation so stay with me.

Yesterday, I went to the beach and was pleasantly surprised with what I saw. A bunch of plump, jiggly exposed bodies covered the sand.

Now there were still some skinny girls and guys with abs but they were few and far between.

There were dad bods galore. Round jiggly bellys and most of them were chugging beers and pumping calories down there throats. A lot of them were beached on their towels to lazy to move.

The ones that were jiggled like crazy.

There were a many of girls that shared bellys like them. Most of them were squeezed into too tight bikinis they had outgrown long ago.

Bottoms wedged up there ass that showcased the cellulite and fat that jiggled about. Tits overflowed tops and dug into their sides.

It was a feeder’s dream if there ever was one.

This is where I get to you piggy.

The world is becoming a fatter place. There’s no need to workout. Eat healthy.

Have that treat. That greasy burger. Creamy shake.

Join them as the next fatty on the beach.

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Slowly coming back from my break now and figured I'd show I'm still just as round