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I don't know why but I've really come to love the idea of a girl getting too fat to masturbate comfortably.

Like, just imagine: you are sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at your thickened reflection in the mirror, getting more and more turned on at the sight of new fat deposits and stretchmarks. You touch your tits, which have exploded with the recent added weight, and want nothing more than to reach down to touch yourself, knowing that it is already wet.

But the problem is you can't. You started having trouble maybe 30 pounds ago, when you realized you have to squeeze your arm through the crevice of flesh between your belly and thigh. That crevice has grown deeper, though, and your chubbier arm cannot fit through it to allow your fingers between your thighs anymore.

That's not the only problem, though. Your belly has gotten so big that you can't even think of masturbating while sitting up. The hanging mass of fat sits atop your lap when you are upright. Spreading your legs as wide as they can go now only allows it to spill between them, creating a curtain of blubber that blocks the view you know would be so enticing. And that's not even to mention the weight. You've tried to pick it up and hold it out of the way so you can reach down and finger yourself, but all that did was make you lose your breath and leave both your arms sore for a week.

Your thighs are an issue as well. They, like everything else on you, are too fat. Their tree trunk size makes it so that they are almost constantly touching each other, whether you're walking, sitting, or even spreading your legs. The rub between them is so intense that you've chafed your way through multiple pairs of pants. But the rubbing also feels so good, and when you get excited the jiggling and touching only serves to stimulate you more.

So, because of everything, you have to try to masturbate in a very particular way. You have to lie all the way back, pull your belly up as much as possible and hope it doesn't droop back down, spread your legs as much as you can now, and reach your arm down between the folds of your belly and thigh, fighting the weight just to touch yourself. And even then, your gelatinous fupa blocks the final back. You can grab the top and shake it, but it's not the same feeling as pushing your fingers into your own soaking wetness. The problem is that all the extra barriers, testaments to just how enormous you've gotten, just make you more lustful.

So you lay on the bed, mountainous stomach jiggling atop your ruined body, desperately shaking your own thighs and fupa to get some kind of stimulation. You pant from the sensation and effort, and moan from it feeling good but not being quite enough. "I'm just too fat." You moan to yourself. "I'm too fat to even touch myself." You still end up cumming.

So the next time you're on your computer you finally break down and buy some toys. Anything to give you the extra bit of reach and leverage to get yourself off.

OK, maybe I do get why I like that idea so much.

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the hat stays on during the feeding!!!

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Does this angle make me look fat? 🫣

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full tum groans 4 u 🐷💘✨

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Thank you for all the love on my bikini pics!! here's another peek for you 🐷❤️

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Just gonna casually stand here & wait for someone to feed me 💗

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Golden✨

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Oh hey there

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When the freshmen 15 turns into the sophomore 30 and then the junior 60, this is what you get. A bloated young hog waddling into her senior year fresh off a 10 week summer break spent beached on her bf's couch being stuffed with enough junk food and carryout to pile on another 20lbs. Now 125lbs heavier than when she started college, she's beginning to feel nervous about what this year might do to her poor fattened body. One things for certain though, having met her feeder bf halfway through Junior year, senior year is going to have her gaining more than any of the years before it.

She'e already on academic probation, having barely passed her classes last semester. Mainly because she spent more time in the dinning hall or beached on the couch too stuffed to move, than she did in lectures or the library. But after a summer of expanding her appetite to new heights, any thougts of resisting the all you can eat dinning is pointless now. Thanks to her bf's encouragement and teasing she'll be gorging herself 4+ times a day. Between the eating and resulting food comas from her body trying to process the absurd amount of fattening calories she pushes into herself, it'll be a miracle if she manages to waddle to a single class senior year. Squeezing into desks was already getting hard before the summer, god knows it'll only be humiliating now, much easier to spend afternoons in bed nibbling on sweets. Any attempts to waddle to class will only leave her huffing and puffing before she's even halfway across campus and feeling humiliated for being so big and out of shape, which leads to an inevitable detour into a dinning hall for comfort.

She'll whine to her bf that she's failing, but all he'll do is reassure her, and tell her he's proud of his fattening pig, and that she's no where near done growing, which leads to her being too horny think straight. He'll tease her for being too much of a greedy porker to study as she lays in bed being fed, desperate for him to take her, thoughts of how huge she is, and will be, swirling in her head.

The inevitable will happen and she'll fail to graduate, leaving her feeling ashamed and pathetic. Her parents disappointed that after 4 years of tuition wasted, all there is to show for it is a greedy and desperate hog, with another 80lbs piled onto an already shamefully obese body. As her peers put on gowns and attend grad ceremonies, she'll be face down in a cake her bf purchased to celebrate her hitting 400lbs, cumming her brains out to his reminders of what she's turned in to.

Thankfully her bf landed a good job when he graduated last year, because with no diploma and no job, her only real option is to move in with him and take on the position she was really meant for. Full time feedee.

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Obesity wins again. Another feedee who thought she could just dip her toes in to the word of feederism has gone full hog and is now so severely obese and so conditioned to constant snacking and stuffing there's no hope she'll ever be anything but a perpetually bloated heifer.

In hindsight she was naive to think she could date a feeder and only gain a few pounds. The first time she stuffed herself for him was so hot, and the teasing and sex it led to even hotter, she was immediately hooked. Inevitably her meals got progressively bigger as her stomach capacity stretched with the frequent stuffings. At first she'd easily resist the snacks he'd leave around to tempt her, laughing that he was such a stereotypical feeder. But eventually the occasional nibble on the snacks turned into hours of mindless eating as the onslaught of calories at meal times left her too lethargic to do much more than lay around. Before long he was the one laughing as he cleared away more empty boxes of treats by lunch time than she'd eat in a week when they first met. The shame she'd feel from her gluttony quickly turning to arousal as another mountain of fattening junk food would appear before her by a smirking bf asking her if she thinks this is enough to last her until her next meal.

She felt huge and exposed everytime he has her waddle onto the scale, the embarrassment of the ever higher number quickly turning to arousal as he teased her for how easily a 'couple pounds' turned into over 100, and now nearly 200. Worries about how big she's getting are quickly met with horny binges that'd leave her too stuffed to move.

Morning where she used to jump out of bed have now been replaced by having a dozen donuts stuffed into her before she's even fully awake, ensuring she starts the day too lethargic to do much more than continue eating. Laying there with the morning sun reflecting off her big pale belly, so fattened it towers over her and dominates her frame, she feels defeated. She knows she should cut back, but she knows she won't, it will just be another day of mindless eating punctuated by gut busting meals. She feels pathetic that she let this happen to herself, but the sounds and smells of breakfast being made and has her already excited to be stuffed with thousands of calories as she's teased for her predicament.

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Sadistic feeders threatening to chain me to a bed, force feed me to 400 pounds or more, than show me off to both their and my friends and family while I struggle to even waddle around and burst more buttons by the second can get it.

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Who can get me fatter than this 🍔🌭🥪🌮😋🤤

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some screenshots i thought were cute :3

getting up off the floor at nearly 300lbs with virtually no muscle mass is no easy feat

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🍔 serving busted can of biscuits🍞