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Can somebody help me with a donation, this is a serious post lol

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Shorts = swallowed

Arms = pillowy

Muffintop = HUGE

Seems I’ll be squeezing into all of my clothes this summer

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my partner loves burping and saying “you’re welcome” but sometimes she forgets we’re in public when she does it. Cut to us sitting in a restaurant after she releases a fully open mouthed, from the depths of her soul, outrageous belch, says “you’re welcome” loud enough for everyone to hear, and we’re just looking at each other like oops 🌚🌝

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Can I be serious for a sec

Is this genuinely a different/better experience for the receiver lol

doctor’s note that reads: needs pussy ate from the back

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Gain so good it almost had me saying “this is the way” like it was 2020 again 😭😭😭

Such a piggy 🤭🐷

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I don’t know what to tell you at this point.

You got fat.

Like really fat.

I can no longer provide comforting words like “It’s not that noticeable” or “you just need to be a little stricter with your eating habits, you’ll lose it in no time.”

We have to be honest: you’re. not. losing. the. weight.

Ever.

When the first stretchmarks appeared, half your wardrobe still fit you. I thought that might be a wake up call. You still had time to reverse course, dial back the greediness and save your closet filled with cute, cropped, tight clothes you used to so proudly display on your trim, petite body.

Those stretchmarks on your stomach meant your body was starting to permanently change to accommodate your weight, tearing at the seams because you couldn’t stop consuming fatty, sugary, carb-packed foods. Sometimes you had the resolve to eat a salad for lunch so I really thought you might turn it around.

You didn’t.

Your complaints of losing your favorite outfits and feeling out of shape and having to withstand the shame of doctor’s visits every time you stepped on the scale all started to sound hollow.

I think you like this, don’t you?

You enjoy giving up that idealized, thin-but-curvy, disciplined image of yourself. You love the feeling of indulging yourself anytime, any place without worrying how it will impact your waistline. You are addicted to going to bed stuffed to the brim every single night, knowing full well your clothes will be tighter and tighter and tighter the next morning. You secretly get off to the idea of becoming a pig, knowing everyone around is watching you blimp into that shameless, greedy, stuffed pig.

Those first stretchmarks were not signals to turnaround — they were green lights to accelerate into unrepentant obesity, weren’t they?

The damage was done, the fuse was lit, the bimbo was set to blow. And blow up you did. It was honestly impressive how you somehow increased your rate of fattening and commitment to losing weight at the same time. I played along, offering you support in your weight loss journey, urged you to keep your crop tops and outgrown dresses because, I said, “you’ll feel confident enough to wear those again.”

I was right but not because you lost the weight.

As you sit there in a crop top and unbuttoned shorts, stuffing your pudgy face with Ben and Jerry’s ice cream like a desperate hog, your swollen, doughy gut wrapped hip to hip with furious stretchmarks, I feel immense gratitude that we’re both being honest finally.

You’re fucking fat and there’s no going back.

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Forever interpreting loud burps and exclamations of being stuffed as flirtation because I keep forgetting this kink isn’t universal. Like oh telling me that you can’t stop packing on the pounds while impishly patting your taught stomach isn’t you hitting on me??? I swear non-feedees with big appetites are the biggest teases 🙄

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You could say there's a little bit of contrast between us 😉 I'm a little over twice feeder's weight now, and he loves the pressure it creates when I'm on top. Who needs a weighted blanket with me around??

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FAs are basically just huge nerds about the sorites paradox except instead of grains of sand it’s lbs of fat lol

There’s something so hot someone going from chubby to definitively fat. It’s only a few pound difference but it sure is noticeable. You can go around saying you’re chubby and no one would budge but after you gain those few pounds, everyone is going to see that you’re actually fat. Your belly is too noticeable now. Your jeans are far too tight. Your double chin hangs a little too low. You could still call yourself chubby but you’d be lying to yourself.

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YES GOD YES MORE OF THIS

hand gainz :p

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haha oops sorry I lost total control over my willpower, drowned all of my inhibitions in pursuit of the endless euphoria that only stuffing my fat face 24/7 can provide, and committed myself to expanding out of every piece of clothing in my closet — swelling up to the point that no one, not even the loved ones I grew up with, can recognize me any longer😅😅😅

(me explaining why I forgot to text you back)

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Belly button play 🤭

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I love seeing someone’s clothes struggling to contain their fat. It’s so cute when they think they can hide how much fat they’ve packed on..as if I can’t see their lower belly hang jiggling out of their shirt, their sleeves becoming too tight for their arms, the waistband of their pants digging into their love handles covered in stretch marks. Just bursting with soft, jiggling fat that’s become impossible to hide.

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I want your jeans to stop buttoning over that soft little belly.

The waistband digging in, zipper straining, that cute little pout when you realize they just don’t fit anymore. No matter how much you wiggle or suck it in, that belly’s taking up all the room, and it’s not going anywhere. You’ve outgrown them, plain and simple.

Then I wanna squeeze you into a cute little sundress, the kind that used to fit just fine …before you got all soft and greedy. Now it hugs every curve a little too tightly, rides up in the back and clings in all the places you can’t quite hide anymore. Especially that plump tummy pressing against the fabric showing off how well-fed you are.

You’ll tug it down, pretend it still fits, but we both know better. It was made for someone smaller, and you’ve been eating your way far past that size.

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I relate to this on a visceral level. Ive been the enabler and the enabled and god it’s so hot to not even realize what you’re doing to your body. letting your mind and habits be subtly warped, slowly tweaked through easy pleasure again and again. mindlessly eating snacks, spilling soda on yourself after an uncharacteristically loud belch. “Woah, I didn’t know I could make that noise.” You look down to wipe off the soda and -// did your belly always poke out of this shirt? why are my pants unbuttoned? is that a hole on the inside of my pant’s thighs? before I can produce another thought, you’ve brought me another soda, chips, salsa, and fresh pair of clothes. “These sweatpants are way more comfortable, thanks babe.” You kiss me deeply, allowing your hand to fall on my stomach before it slowly slides downwards. fucking, eating, drinking, consuming. in a haze of pleasure and indulgence. ugh, enabling is so hot.

I feel like I would want an enabler rather than a feeder.

I eat too much too often on my own anyway, always grazing looking for snacks and getting seconds and thirds during mealtime.

But what if I had someone who kept all my favorite snacks stocked, cooked my favorite meals (way too much of course, and guilt tripping me that they have to throw it out if I don't eat it) and brings me food and high calorie drinks whenever I am at the computer or just in front of the TV.

I need someone who just makes sure I spent all my free time unconsciously eating, not looking for food or wasting time by making it myself.

I am a grazing cow and to think about all the minutes I waste by not eating makes me sad.

I have constant food noise in my head and I need someone to make sure that it's quiet by providing so much food to me at all times that my brain will never have to worry about it again.

I need to stop thinking about anything at all and just eat, get off and sleep. A neverending repeating cicle of pure pleasure, sloth and gluttony.

(Post from my old blog that I found in my notes)

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One of my favorite moments of gaining is when a person goes from denial and saying “I’ve just got a bit of weight to lose” to acceptance and self-identifying as a “big girl/boy.”That shift in identity is so fucking hot to me. Like yeah, you’re not going back. Your body and wardrobe and way of life is set for life now, pig ❤️ This whole time you thought you were slowly gathering motivation to lose weight, but you were actually psychologically adjusting to a new way of existing. It’s so insidious, so arousing to see someone fool themselves into obesity.

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every girl yearns to be plump and bred