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I want this whispered in my ear as pinch my flabby belly and force another doughnut into my mouth

Being told with complete earnestness, even sympathy, or better yet, glee, that I’m « fucked » that I won’t be able to bounce back from the damage I’ve inflicted on my body, and that I’m only going to get fatter is instaboner material

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He needed some extra help getting up off the couch and to the bedroom after that stuffing 😍

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Desperately thinking about people who are so fat they get out of breath from simple things like eating or walking or trying to stand up 🥵

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Baby are you okay? You're looking pale and shaky! You're feeling weak? Sit down, sweetheart! We don't want you to faint. Let me get you something to eat baby, bring those blood sugars back up. Here, some soda and some doughnuts for you babe. You eat up, it'll make you feel better. You just ate a big meal and you're full? But sweetie, this is for your health! You're clearly hypoglycaemic! I'll get you some candies if that's easier, but in the meantime you work on those doughnuts, okay? Here, I have a bag of cookies and some candy for you, we need to get those sugars up or you'll faint!

Oh your breathing is so heavy, let's get you something to drink. You just sit down and catch your breath. I'll look after you baby, don't you worry. Here, I have a nice cold milkshake for you. You just take it easy and drink that up for me. Yes it's got extra cream in it, but that's just how you like it, right babe? I can go get you something else to drink too, a nice soda or an ice coffee or something, but you have to drink this up first! It'll help you catch your breath and cool you down. Jeez, you're sweating and panting so much, you poor thing, focus on your breathing and cool yourself off with that shake now, okay?

You look absolutely exhausted, what have you been doing? You just got up to go to the fridge? Baby we should talk about this, you're getting so easily winded nowadays.I think trying to haul that big fat belly of yours around is getting too difficult. I even hear you get out of breath from eating. You've just gotten too fat, baby. I know the doctor said you had to eat less and start some simple exercises but maybe it would be best if you just stay in bed. You're far too fat to think about weight loss, and besides, you're just too lazy to exercise. Think about it, you'd have to make so many changes to your lifestyle. No more takeaway, no more sodas or shakes, no more snacking between meals. You'd have to eat a balanced diet, and you'd only be able to eat a fraction of the food you eat now. And the exercise, oh sweetheart you're far too lazy and unfit to start exercising! No, I think it's best for you to just give up and get fatter. We both know it's what you really want, or you'd never have let yourself get to this stage.

It's okay, I can bring you all the food and drink you could possibly want. You won't have to worry about anything difficult like walking. Just focus on eating and growing fatter for me. I'll bring you all of your favourites, and if you get too tired to eat then I'll just feed you. That sounds better than losing weight, right? Now, let's get you back in bed. What would you like to eat? Oh you're so out of breath from the effort of getting back into bed that you can barely speak! I'll just order all of your favourites. You probably need it just to eat back the calories you've burnt today. But it's okay, after today you won't be walking anymore, just you focus on eating and growing even fatter for me.

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My love language is enabling you to immobility.

Because nothing says ‘I love you’ like facilitating you burying yourself in hundreds of pounds of your own blubber 😉

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Happy Valentine’s Day Fatties!

Reblog if you agree✨💜

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I want to feel you under me.

I want to sit on your lap and I have to push aside the vast mound of fat that is your stomach.

I want to sit where your dick is supposed to be, feeling it trying to poke out through the fat pad where is confined.

I want to hear you whimper and whine as I fill you up again, stretch that stomach more and more, constantly rubbing myself against that lard locked member you can no longer reach.

It’s been a long time since you have been able to do anything about your sexual needs. You are at my mercy, to see if I can be bothered to dig into that fat pad, to try to reach what is left of your dick in there.

Maybe if you eat enough.

Maybe if you are a good fatty for me.

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If I had a cone would you drive me to get a milkshake?

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I want every kg on me to be a representative of our relationship. Each kg expanding our love and my body

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I just tried watching “normal” porn, this SUCKS

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One of the best parts about gaining is getting “too fat” for things. When your own obesity starts getting so out of hand that it places limitations on your entire way of life. It forcibly shapes your entire lifestyle. It snowballs out of control. “Getting a bit of stomach pudge” can turn into “I’m too fat to pee standing up without making a mess because my cock is smothered in fatpad” before you even have a chance to stop and think about what you’ve done to yourself.

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Watching him enjoy every bite is honestly the best feeling 🍕💕

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You're too uncomfortable to move, but the throbbing at the apex of your thighs is too insistent to ignore. Panting, you reach your chubby hand as far down your body as it will go, gliding over soft fat and wobbling mass. With utter amazement and a rush of sheer lust, you realise that you've finally done it; you're too fat and too overstuffed to get yourself off.

You look up with a look of utter hedonistic bliss, and open your mouth for the inevitable next bite.

Even though I know how you yearn for the funnel~

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I think about it all the time—how much further, how much faster I could be growing if I had someone here, completely devoted to feeding me, keeping me full, making sure I never go a second without something rich and heavy in my belly. Waking up every morning already stuffed from the night before, my belly aching from how much I’ve stretched it, my feeder right there with another meal in hand, ready to pick up right where we left off. I wouldn’t even have to ask—just open my mouth and let go, letting them take over completely.

I’m already feeling huge, my belly pressing into my lap every time I sit, my thighs so thick they push against each other with every step, I can't even cross my legs, my arms are getting soft and I can always feel them now,at my sides. But I know I could be so much bigger with someone pushing me. They’d keep me stocked with shakes, bring me meal after meal, rub my belly when I’m too stuffed to move—then encourage me to keep going anyway. No more struggling to get up, no more gaps between stuffings. Just a constant, unending cycle of indulgence, my body swelling under their care, growing softer, heavier, more helpless. A docile overfed and house bound dairy cow.

😵‍💫🐮

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I know I’m fucked when dick started twitching as soon as the first spoon of ice cream hit my lips

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So keen for this

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ok but..... look at how fat my arms are