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[somefathoe]

Sorry to post a pic in the same outfit again but, gosh it’s so hot how much I’ve outgrown this 😵‍💫 guess XL isn’t quite big enough for this gut anymore

Also wow I’ve been getting quite the double chin 🤭

[somefathoe]

Reblog if you don't mind fat humiliation asks!

I don’t mind, I love hearing how I’ve let myself go,etc.

[somefathoe]

Hey there everyone!

Long time no post (again) 🙂‍↕️ I’m real sorry about that! Life kind of uh, got in the way, on top of all the world’s shitty recent events.

In good news though, I’ve finally got back to 250 🥳 (though I’ve somewhat plateaud 😔) and gosh it definitely shows on my tummy 😖

So uh, look forward to more posting hopefully! I’ll try my best to be active and even answers DMs and what not :P

And of course happy pride month!

[somefathoe]

Realizing my tights have gotten quite, well, tight. Not to mention this crop top which leaves nothing to the imagination really 🤭

(Also, omg my double chin looks big in that second pic 😵‍💫)

[somefathoe]

POV: Your Concerned BFF Suspects Your Boyfriend is a Secret Feeder

“I swear he’s been fattening you up! Just look at all the evidence…”

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[somefathoe]

You're still worried you're going to regret this?

Come on, pig. It's a little late for that, isn't it? You know there's no going back to how things used to be. Not now, after what you've done to yourself. Don't give me that look, you know this wasn't all my idea.

You just wouldn't stop begging to know about my fantasies... I didn't have any choice but to sate your curiosity and tell you that I liked bigger girls. Girls that jiggle when they walk and get out of breath when they walk up the stairs. You know, fat girls. You were so slim, and I didn't expect that you'd want to satisfy my kinks like that, but you said that you'd maybe gain a little weight for me, just so I could squeeze your belly while we made out. Nothing crazy, just an extra meal here and there. You'd keep it under control.

It's not my fault that your fat ass lost all self-control.

You were just having too much fun, weren't you? You loved feeling my hands caressing your soft, sensitive curves. The way I always slipped a hand under your top to give your gut a squeeze whenever I pulled you in for a kiss must have done more to your poor, horny brain than I could have ever imagined...

Well, of course I noticed what was happening, but did you expect me to say anything? You have no idea how much I loved watching you go back for seconds and thirds every time we went to a buffet. I couldn't get enough of hearing your sheepish voice asking if we had any ice-cream left in the freezer immediately after finishing an extra-large dinner. And maybe I didn't help your waistline by offering to drive you everywhere... But at your size back then, you'd have gotten so worn out and exhausted by having to walk more than a couple of blocks.

Not any more, though. Now you can't even make it to the end of the street.

Oh, you think I'm exaggerating? Babe, you haven't hauled your fat, lazy ass off of that couch in days. If it wasn't for the fact that I keep throwing away all your empty bags of snacks once you've poured them down your greedy throat, I'm pretty sure you'd be buried in them by now. Come on, just try to stand up.

...

Gosh, you really tried there, didn't you? There's no way you'd be panting and sweating like this if you hadn't been putting effort into that. I knew you'd become a fat mess, but I didn't realise it was this bad... You're all blubber and lard now, aren't you? Whatever muscle you had is so lost under layer upon layer of soft, jiggling flab that there's no way you're going to work off all these calories of adipose you've eaten onto your figure.

Well yeah, maybe a diet would work, but I'm not going to let you go on one, piglet.

Why? Because I've got you right where I've always wanted you, princess. You're too fat to move and too well-trained as a mindless, gluttonous cow to undo the damage you've done. I might not have made you gain all this weight, but I'm not about to see it melt away either. I love the way it feels too much, the way you jiggle with every movement, the way it pins you to the couch and only grows softer and heavier every time I feed you.

If I were you, piglet, I'd get used to this. Learn to enjoy it, because I certainly will... Maybe if you're a good girl for me, I'll find you some clothes that actually fit over your immense bulk. Though anything I find isn't going to fit you for very long - You're so big and obese, piggy, but you've still got a long way to go...

[somefathoe]

Pushing her buttons...

Imagine having a button you could press that magically makes you fatter, by like +1 pound. That'd be neat, right? I wonder where you would draw the line and finally stop pressing it.

I mean, the first dozen presses would just be so you can test if it's actually working. One or two probably wouldn't feel like much, but by the time you hit the double-digits of extra pounds gained, you'd probably feel the extra tightness in your pants. Maybe your shirt would ride up a little bit because your belly and tits have grown a little bigger, but it wouldn't be anything *crazy*. Even after 12 presses, you'd still basically feel the same. Maybe your balance would be a little off with the extra weight, but nothing you can't deal with. If you put a hand on your midriff, you'd notice it bulging out more, and that it's softer and fleshier than you're used to, but all in a good way.

Being realistic though, you wouldn't stop there, would you? You've dreamed of stuff like this. An opportunity to make yourself *so* much fatter is just too tempting for you to pass up. Maybe you'd try to resist the temptation for a while, but we both know you'd fold under the pressure and start pressing it again. Fast.

You'd get undressed and stand in front of a mirror so you could watch your figure swell with dozens of extra pounds of soft, pale blubber. You'd hold your belly in one hand while you press the button with the other. Press after press, you feel it push out just a little bit further. It'd feel softer and softer in your hands as your gut grows heavier and jigglier.

Now you're thirty pounds heavier than you started, and you're *really* starting to notice the results now. Your belly hangs over your thighs quite a lot further than you remember, and your ass is looking so fat when you get a good look at yourself from the side. Stopping now crosses your mind, but you quickly dismiss it; your tits might be bigger, but they're not really big enough yet, and you're still only at "BBW" size anyway. You can handle some more pressing.

Click by click, you feel yourself growing heavier. Your belly has gotten so big and blubbery that it starts to fold into two thick rolls, giving you a definite double-belly that you can't wait to show off to your girlfriend when she gets home. In the meantime though, you keep pressing the button. You've lost track of the exact number at this point, but you think you're somewhere around 60 pounds heavier than when you started (it's actually closer to 80). You look at your doughy belly and thighs being groped by your hand in the mirror, and notice how much pudgier and softer your hand is starting to look. Nothing is immune to the weight you're piling on, and that just makes you even hornier. You resume clicking it.

Another thirty pounds make their way onto your figure when you stop again, this time because your gaze drifted upwards towards your face. Your cheeks look so much fuller now, giving your face a decidedly rounder shape. Your double-chin is much more pronounced than it used to be; your jawline is completely buried under a thick layer of chubbiness at this point, and you can't help but smile about it. It feels so good to be so much more... *plush*.

You tell yourself that you'll give yourself twenty more presses, then you'll quit. But once you get there, you decide... maybe just a few more. So you press it *another* ten times. Then you notice how close your breasts are to touching when you're sitting down, and can't help but want to see them finally become big enough to rub against each other as you walk. So you keep pressing it. Not really paying attention to the number any more, just to your breasts, as they get heavier and softer and rounder with every click.

Finally, it happens.

Not your breasts touching, like you were waiting for. The chair you were sitting on breaks instead. You hadn't heard it creaking as your fat ass grew ever fatter and heavier with every click of the button. It just hadn't crossed your mind that your furniture had already been struggling against your mass before you got this button. Now though, it had finally given up...

You decided this was your sign to call it quits - you should dust yourself off and think yourself lucky that you didn't do something stupid and make yourself absolutely massive. You drag yourself up onto your feet with a lot more difficulty than you expected, then push the shattered remains of the chair aside with your foot. You check your ass and thighs for any damage, but aside from the massive amount of extra cellulite now occupying them, and the angry red stretchmarks that have suddenly become even more omnipresent across your body, you seem to be fine. You look down for the button, but can't see it anywhere among the debris. You look around the room, when you finally spot it.

Your girlfriend is in the doorway, holding it in her hand.

"I like what you've done to yourself, babe" she says with a smile, her gaze travelling up and down your now much fatter figure, eyeing your new curves and rolls with glee. She licks her lips. "I wonder how you got so big, so fast, princess... Could it be this, maybe?" She presses the button.

Maybe you could have denied the effect the button had just had on you, if it wasn't for the fact that at that moment, the panties you had been wearing finally gave up, shredded by your immense girth with an audible rip and leaving you exposed to your girlfriend in more ways than one. The smile on her face broadens.

"I think I get the picture... Well, shall we see what this thing can do?" She starts clicking the button as fast as her fingers are capable of. Ten pounds, twenty pounds, thirty pounds, you feel your body swelling with the extra mass second by second as she starts to giggle. You try to run towards her, but you're far too fat now to move so quickly, so all you can do is waddle gracelessly towards her as she easily evaded your attempts to grab the button from her hand. You reach the doorway and look down at your expanding body, in awe at just how much of the weight seems to be going straight to your belly rolls. Your thickening paunch slaps against your thickened thighs as you keep trying to pursue your mischievous girlfriend. She escapes into the living room, and you follow her, your steps growing heavier with every click that echoes through your ears.

By the time you corner her in front of the couch, the click count must be at 250 by now, and you're feeling every ounce of the blubber she has poured onto your body. You're exhausted and breathless from trying to catch her, and she can see you're close to collapsing. She speeds up the pace of her clicking, holding the button high above her head where you have no hope of reaching it. You make one final lunge, hoping to swipe it from her hand before you're too fat to stand...

But you miss.

You lose your balance and stumble towards the couch, where you drop heavily onto the straining frame. Your ass takes up far more of space than you're used to and you sink deep into the soft cushions, hearing creak as it settles under your immense bulk. Your girlfriend stands over you, victorious.

"I think that couch had a max weight rating of 800 lbs, didn't it? Shall we test that?"

As much as you struggle against your own fattened figure, you can't haul your fat ass and gut off of the couch. You're just too heavy, and only getting heavier as she presses the button over and over and over again. Your thighs press together even as you try to spread them as wide as possible; your belly fills your entire lap and just keeps spilling out further and further over the edge of the couch; and your tits keep swelling too, easily exceeding G-cups in size with no signs of stopping.

Eventually, inevitably, the couch gives way to your blubber-laden body. You sink down even further as the couch breaks right down the middle, leaving you in a V-shaped dip, helplessly trapped by your hundreds of new pounds of fat and cellulite. Your hands grope your thick rolls of flab and you feel a strange mix of horror and arousal at how soft and jiggly you are now, *all over*.

Your girlfriend looks very pleased with herself.

"I hope you're comfy, big girl, because you're not going to be doing much walking from now on. I was always hoping I could get you to fatten up for me, to turn you into my stay-at-home piggy, too fat to do anything but make herself even fatter. It was always just a pipe dream, but apparently, dreams really *do* come true...

"I'll let you stay like this until I can find us a bed that can handle the massive whale of a girl like you've become. Once I've got you settled there though, I'm going to give this thing a couple hundred more clicks.

"You'll be so helpless and useless, but don't worry, princess. I'll make sure you know how much I love every single inch of you."

[somefathoe]

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[somefathoe]

Hey everyone!

Sorry I’ve been gone for so long! But I’m back now, and hopefully with less stuff going on so I can stick around :P

Look forward to posting again soon, but have this as a treat for now!

[somefathoe]

BBW’s that are also transsexuals

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[somefathoe]

You know what would be funny? We should put you on a diet. I’m serious. Can you imagine your greedy, overfed, blubber-inflated gut being satisfied by a kale salad? Drinking lemon water instead of guzzling liters of soda? The thought is laughable, but it would be so entertaining to see you try. To watch you realize just how much you've let your self-control erode. Realize just how addicted you are to stuffing your face with all those greasy, fattening feasts every day, how you can barely go an hour without shoving a snack between those chubby lips. 

Watching you try to cut back will force you to acknowledge just how much of a perpetually bloated glutton you’ve become compared to the average person. A normal person. Because the way you eat is anything but normal. You don’t pile on all this blubber with nutritionally balanced meals, do you? No. The only way someone could get as big as you, could blimp themselves up into a rounded tub of lard that jiggles with every movement and can hardly squeeze into their clothes like you, is to eat like a total pig. To stuff themselves past their capacity until they’re a burping, groaning mess. Which is what you do every single day. 

What if all those binges turned into meal preps of broccoli and chicken breasts? What if I took away all those snacks crowding your cabinets and pantry and cleared your kitchen of all the frozen pizza and ice cream? What if I deleted the delivery apps off your phone so you couldn’t order enough fast food for four anymore? Be honest, how long do you think you could last? Three days? Two? You're so used to gorging yourself that you’d probably be at your wit's end after just a few hours. You’d probably be sneaking snacks and cheating on your diet that very first day, you probably wouldn't be able to help it. 

Do you think you’d be embarrassed? To admit to yourself that you can't hack it? To admit that you’ve gotten so big that eating a balanced meal in a reasonable portion seems like a punishment? Your poor little stomach would be grumbling and groaning with hunger, you’d be just miserable. All cause you’re not allowed to pig out whenever you want. 

A diet would expose just how much food controls your entire life, wouldn't it? I mean, what else would you even do all day? Because the only thing I ever see you do is eat. It's your only true interest, your only hobby. While other people go for walks or play an instrument, you suck down milkshakes. So you’d be hungry, and cranky, and bored. Nothing to do because we had to put you on a diet just so you can try and squeeze back into your sweatpants without bursting the seams.....

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[somefathoe]

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Questions, commentary, opinions….

[somefathoe]

I'm so hungry and my food stamps don't refill till the ninth. I try to never ask like this but it's a bad sitch this time T-T

All my gig and DoorDash earnings went to bills, so if you're able to help, that would be the raddest thing ever~

I have CashApp and PayPal but I implore you only give if you can spare, cuz I love y'all and take care of yourselves first <3

[somefathoe]

"Embarrassingly fat" is the mood of the day. Feeling your face flush as you feel eyes watching your overhang wobble from your too-small shirt, hearing people whisper about how huge you are. Your cheeks hot pink as you make a last-ditch attempt to pull your shirt down, only to have it spring back up, cool air breezing over your exposed belly hang.

[somefathoe]

when you go beyond fantasizing and actually overeat and get horny about it and start letting yourself go, when you start allowing another treat or two even after you're stuffed, when you let yourself put on a few pounds because it's hot

that soft heavy weight doesn't go away when you arent horny - you literally carry it with you everywhere until you're too heavy from your own gluttony that it weighs you down so much you cant get back up

and when you *finish* you look at yourself and realize you're still fat and your clothes don't fit what now what do I do I'm heavier and unfit and lazy and unhealthy now FUCK what did I do to myself FUCK why is this so hot FUCK I need to get bigger I need to eat everything I can to get fatter

and the cycle continues

[somefathoe]

Found a pair of low rise jeans and put on a cute crop top, good combo right? 🤭 happy new year everyone! This girl is quite happy because she’s been able to gain 10 pounds back during the holiday, yay!

[somefathoe]

life update:

my living situation sucks, the state wants to deny me healthcare, and I desperately need to do something more with my life so I've made the difficult decision to move back in with my parents. it's not what I want to do and I have to put together enough money to move half-way across the country, but I think it's the best thing I can do for myself right now. once I'm settled I am going to pay the debt I owe to my university so I can go back to school and finish my degree, because I really need to find some kind of career that is sustainable and supports me financially. I realize that this is is a kink blog and I am not gonna talk about it a lot on here, but if anyone would be willing to contribute to my GoFundMe and share it with others it would be massively appreciated!!!🥰