pixiecupcakee

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I am such a fucking sucker for being spoken to in a sickly sweet condescending tone while being teased/touched/fucked

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hi hello

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the way in which i did this without even realising it was something to strive for.

Get so fat your fupa/fat pad shakes like a second belly. It's so plump down there you can't even tell what's under all the padding. Either way, you can only use a vibrator to get off because you can't reach it yourself anymore.

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2nd knuckle deep apparently

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ha ha ha ha ha im so normal

the fact that i'd eat for free at the heart attack grill is AMUSING and slightly arousing . lol

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!!!!!!!!

STOP THE FUCKING CAR

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another banger thank you

will forever love feedees talking about:

the insatiable desire to just get fat/fatter.

please tell me more. this is such an underrated thing but just knowing that you wanna be fat, how much you wanna get fatter, etc. is so arousing. are you embarrassed, or just eager? is there any kind of thought stopping you?

how fat they imagine themselves.

fuuck I wanna know the specifics. tell me what you'd struggle with, what changes you'd experience at that size, all the emotions that would come with it. give more than just a number. state the experience. what would it really feel like to be at the sizes you imagine?

appetite and general cravings

your appetite, has it changed? have you even noticed? are you even thinking about it? does it catch you off guard sometimes? when is it worse? what have you been craving non stop, what are you weaknesses? do I have permission to use this 'against' you?

how much their size/appetite turns them on

what really goes through your head thoughout the day, just existing like you do? do you get excited when you're hungry, or does it mostly kick in when you overindulge? does seeing your own body remind you to give in more for the sake of horny curiosity? what exactly would you love done to you right now?

moments they feel at their fattest

being fat is both physical and a state of mind - its the cravings and desires in your head that make you fat. so, when do you feel at your fattest? is it when you're in something tight? after you've eaten too much? when you're exhausted, when you're struggling with something that someone else isn't? I just love fat moments. it's the thought that counts and such.

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i’ve accidentally made a habit of grabbing and jiggling my belly every time i get up from my bed/a chair when i’m alone ?????

now im scared of doing it in front of someone HAHA

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hi for those of you that dont know, Im fat ;]

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hiding in my room so i can eat the mountain of spaghetti and mozzarella sticks i’ve been dreaming about for a week without the judgement of others !!!!!!!!

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jesus mary and joseph i am unstable

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tags: extreme wg(up to interpretation arguably), over time, outgrowing clothes, getting carried away

You've never had an exact goal in mind. Even when you jumped into this, there was no number, size or experience you particularly set your mind on. You decide to go easy with it, letting yourself indulge carelessly before overzealously getting on the scale before you were supposed to.

Gaining weight was second nature to you. There was always that desire somewhere, but now that you've given in and decided to embrace it - you really are embracing it. The numbers seem to skyrocket and within such a short time, you've already started to outgrow your wardrobe.

There's a few items you'll miss, like the jeans that fit your style nicely but now barely come over your hips. There's the shirt with the nice texture, the one you'll still wear to bed despite the fact it doesn't fully cover you anymore. It doesn't matter. You get replacements and figure you might even get used to it.

You didn't limit yourself too much besides the 'obvious'. You didn't want to stray as far as some did. There was a size that was considered worrying and you believed it would never get 'that bad'. You just wanted to enjoy yourself.

Then you experiment some more. Now that you're fatter, being a size you fantasised about before, the fantasies you have now go deeper. You've imagined yourself at many sizes, but there's still that difference between reality and fantasy.

You've decided to give in a little, perhaps being a bit overexcited and gaining a lot within a short span of time, but that's fine. That was one of your fantasies you could live out, now you've done it. You're fatter. You've outgrown clothes, equipped a decent amount of stretchmarks and star-like cellulite, experienced the struggle of painfully small seats and gotten the handful of comments that anyone gaining weight that quickly does.

But there's still an itch that desires a scratch. There's a craving or two left unfulfilled. Perhaps a meal or few would sate it. Maybe telling someone all of this helps, which it does, yet it encourages you further.

You try a number of things; slowing down has been the worst attempt to date. Your weight doesn't exactly shift when you stop eating like you have been, which is concerning for some, perhaps even you - but there's a lot of a contractions going on inside your head right now.

You figure it's worth hitting a round number, perhaps. Rounded up, obviously. You decide to round up to the nearest ten, then the nearest twenty. It's enough to grab people's attention, which was one of your lusty adrenaline filled fears. You figure you're over it now, or perhaps people have gotten used to you being fat now.

People don't seem to ask anymore. No one seems concerned. You're at a weight that's considered comfortable, even. So, fuck it. Why not round up to the nearest fifty?

It's enough to get you to notice, which says a lot, because you're accustomed to your size these days. Everything that seemed so new now feels ordinary and upon realisation - it's hot. But now you're craving more.

You become more risky with it. You let yourself go in public a few times, truly eating as much as you could and either impressing or scaring the nearest people by. It's a talent to some, a curse to others but most importantly: incredibly arousing for you. Even the sheer idea of finding such a thing arousing is, in itself, arousing.

You experiment by making your clothes last, wearing your tightest shorts until the seam breaks for the first time without you actually trying to make it happen. It's terrifying. But thrilling. You're on a dangerous path and it's obvious you should stop.

If only you could.

There's a high you keep chasing. Every time you experience something for the first time, you want it again. Over and over. You wish to see all your buttons pop, every shirt fail to cover you and make an Olympic sport out of all your trousers. Even your fat clothes, the ones with stretchy material - you want to see them stick to you and there's barely anything stopping you.

There's an anxiety about it, of course. It's the same anxiety you had several pounds ago; the same fears you had when you dared to even indulge in mere thoughts of getting fat. You never had a plan, but whatever it was, it was never to go this far. Your lust is a paradox with seemingly no end.

You grow to a size that gains comments again, only this time people are giving you more advice than ever. They're explaining everything you know, talking about the right diet, discussing their own health as if they're holier than thou. It's something you feared mostly. At some point. Yet the excitement outruns it now and the awareness of it circles between those two feelings: fear and lust.

Turns out, you do really attract what you fear. You're a size you only believed you'd fantasise of, experiencing things you never believed you'd really get to experience.

Dressing is really the workout these days, everything seems to get in the way. Even getting yourself off feels tiring. Your walks are slow and leisurely, your breathing is apparent and there's a sound every chair makes in protest before you even sit on it. Your belly greets every room before you do and your capacity is something people warn others about.

It's a circle. An endless circle of no goals, no limits, just going off your gut feeling.

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thick thighs save lives

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I've just added my linktree so you can see what accounts I use for everything - any other account is not me. user trixierayy is NOT me, do not send them money, do not message them, do not follow them.

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i’d just like to reiterate that i’m actually pixiecupcake and anyone using my photos that aren’t linked to my account or have a different user name ISNT ME

do not send them any money. do not interact with them.

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please can anyone following me go and report user trixierayy for stealing my images and impersonating me lmao this is WEIRD behaviour and im literally just a fat girl trying to exist on the internet

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IM BEING IMPERSONATED LMAO

to anyone that knows me on any other socials

i’m being impersonated on here 🫠🫠

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Insane builds incoming