37/M/straight/taken.If you like fatties who struggle to waddle 20 feet to get to their third dinner, you’re in the right place. If you wish were that fatty, and you need some encouragement, teasing, or humiliation, DM me.
As soon as I get out of work I hit a drive thru, I literally can’t help it 🙈 Gorging on Fast food is so engrained in me that the thought of never being able to have a cheeseburger or french fries again legitimately makes me want to cry!! Like I can feel myself get tense and anxious when I haven’t had my fix 😅 But as soon as that first bite of greasy food hits my tongue I can feel myself relax 😮💨 And when I relax I get wet 🤤💕 Fast food is literally my boyfriend lol, it’s always there for me, it spoils me, and reminds me that this body is beautiful 💕 Btw I’m at Sonic as I write this waiting on my next bag of food 😂
never thought we’d see you stuffing your face on all fours… you’re really getting accustomed to being a glutton aren’t you? are my eyes deceiving me or is your gut literally laying on the bed in that position?
Another “never thought?!” Ye of little faith!!! Haha but yeah…gettin’ used to it. But that gluttonous spirit has always been in me. ;) When I’m pushed up, its not quite there yet. 🫠 but its on its way!
It goes against the grain to say you’ve got limits.
Fingers crummy with fried chicken. Belly creaming over your pants. A anon could say you’ve got nothing holding you back, but they’d be wrong.
You don’t notice how many little rules you set for yourself. No Doordash this weekend, you had it yesterday. No shopping before you clear out your old stuff. No going to the kitchen for a snack without thinking about the washing up. The passing thoughts you commit a couple seconds to…
Blink and - oh. it’s bedtime. The dishes aren’t done. Your wardrobe’s still full of stuff that doesn’t fit. Your bank balance is reeling - but not as bad as the bowling ball strapped to your waist…
And here come the limits, as you struggle to undress. Twenty dollars on food tomorrow - no more. Smoke less. Move your legs a little more, they’re starting to cramp up. Shaking and wobbling on the stairs. You’ll swear this time. You’ll swear you’ll do something about it.
Until it’s morning. And the air’s heavy. And you’re sleepy still, too comfy to move but for your phone. Okay - thirty bucks. And you can treat yourself if you get all your work done. Maybe you’ll feel motivated after something for breakfast…
And you wonder why you didn’t stop at 200lbs. At 240. At 250. At all the places you promised you would, open-mouthed at the ticker on the scale. Grasping globs of growing, blooming fat, from the plate to your straining waistband. Pledging you’ll clean up your act as your gut bounces, tailing your tutts as you back off the scale to go throw yourself under the bedsheets.
Just one slice. Leave the chips another couple hours. Get some exercise walking to your car to pick up dinner, instead of rationing your breath waddling to your weary front door. Another ounce made ashes. Another roll flopping from your sides. Another pair of panties gone, fupa bulging past stretched, soaking frills.
Your gut growls with an otherworldly bellow, belches bunching in a queue up your throat.
God. Now you’ve done it.
You let this happen. Against what everyone said. Fattening up. Fucking your figure. Falling deeper, and deeper.
Do you realize just how large you've gotten baby? Have you noticed how far your belly folds over your thighs when you sit down now? Or have you been a bit preoccupied lately... I can't remember the last time I came home and there weren't empty dishes or crumpled up fast food bags surrounding your taut groaning gut.
Awww don't blush now sweet heart ❤️ I'm not criticizing you, I keep the fridge stocked full for a reason. You may not have noticed all of this recent growth, but I have, and I can tell how happy you are when you're so stuffed you can't get up off the couch. That's all I want baby, and if all I gotta do to keep you happy is keep the fridge stocked then why would I not? And eventually if you get so big that the trips to the fridge are a problem.... Well, we can cross that bridge when it comes
Would you ever tease male hogs into getting fatter too? 🥺🥺👉👈
I’ve been known to occasionally… works best for me if they’re so deep into blob status you can’t really tell their gender
You might even say… so big and greedy that they’re living out my fantasy: nothing to worry about except eating and growing, as much as possible and as fast as possible 🥴