#gaining on purpose

[pudgybun]

Good fattys finish their own meal, and urs too 🐷💕

[tubbycowemma]

POV: you see what your roommate looks like from the side of her gaming chair and she get shy when you make a comment about it

*~all she does it sit on her ass all day eat/snack mindlessly or when bored and play video games all day on her days off and it look like it’s catching up to her a bit~*

hehe~ it’s my first ever real post idk if i’ll post again on here i’m still a bit shy and I was really debating on showing my face, but i did 🫣

[hungrycupcakefeedee]

What do u have for momma to stuff on🥖🥖🥞🥞🦋👿👿👿💦💦🤪🤪

[gain-stuff-eat]

i think it needs to be said

you are out of control

the amount of food you've been able to pack away has become outrageous

i rarely see you without a treat in your hand or your mouth full

have you even noticed that your clothes barely fit?

your belly is literally hanging out of your shirt. didn't that fit fine two weeks ago?

all day, you're wandering into kitchen or going to the door for another delivery. your steps are getting heavier, the floors creak - the furniture, too. don't think i haven't noticed how those meals keep getting larger, that they're making you bigger as it becomes easier for you to shovel them down in one sitting

i hear the moans and the whimpers you make. the indulgent groans. the satisfied sighs. the little overfull burps that slip out as you keep digging in. how you pat and slap your belly for more room. the panting and huffing, the sounds of struggle your beached form makes as you break from your mindless bingeing to get more food

we used to have leftovers and now it seems like the fridge is empty practically the moment it's restocked. should i mention all the times i've caught you in the middle of the night, lit by its open door in an ill-fitting sleep shirt, another top that i remember once being loose, as you've fondled your exposed stomach with one hand and couldn't stop eating with the other?

i really don't think you've noticed, or maybe you've stopped caring, that your clothes don't fit like they used to. with the way your pants button flew off when you sat down the other night and your gut pushed the zipper down, spilling into your lap. you barely looked embarrassed, more relieved than anything, maybe even a little turned on - and then you just reached over and grabbed more to eat

your gluttony, your hedonism, has clearly taken over. you just keep getting bigger and softer. wider. heavier. your don't even think about it anymore, as your hands wander to your belly and jiggle and play with it absently, finger occasionally drifting up your navel. i've noticed how breathless you become, how you start shifting as if it's not noticeable how worked up you get at the blatant fact you've made yourself so fat

you're obviously hopelessly addicted to what you've done to yourself. what you've become. looking at yourself in the mirror, proud of all your hard work of eating and sleeping and masturbating on repeat. it's impressive, your dedication to be change. to be nearly unrecognizable. fuller. larger.

you can't stop, can you?

[cult-mommy]

I might’ve overdone it last night, thinking about overdoing it again tonight 😈

I love that my stretchmarks are growing around my belly, I never thought I’d ever get this fat 🥵 and the fatter I get, the fatter I want to be 🫠😈🥵🤭

[weetathiccs]

come let me bounce on you

[jigglebelly3]

Had a lot of stomach issues the last few weeks and I’m finally ready to keep growing this gut hehe

[hungrycupcakefeedee]

After Finishing couple plate of Pizzas 🍕 😋 😌 😍 😩 I wanna be feed more so much so I can grow more skin for you🥵🥵💦💦👿👿👿💦

[gain-stuff-eat]

that's it, give in

i want you bigger

i want to see how much you can eat, glut yourself, having so much you can barely move

so much that you surprise yourself

i want you insatiable, gorging and mindless, feeling how heavy you're becoming with every bite and swallow you cram in

i mean it, feel yourself

how fucking fat you are.

the way your belly curves and bends, the way your pudge gives beneath your chubby fingers. don't stop eating while you do this, keep stuffing yourself as you explore your body and what you're doing to it, to yourself, squeeze where you've grown, where you want to grow more

it's intoxicating, letting go, isn't it?

no longer holding yourself back from desire and pleasure, embracing softness and wobbling fat, edging and expanding your concept of fullness until it takes so much to satisfy you

making all those noises. can you hear yourself? the moaning, the panting, the pleased sighs, the grunting, the burps and the overfull groaning. greedy, needy sounds. all coming out shamelessly as you put more and more in

i want you to get fatter

be good, keep eating

until fullness and pleasure, just the thought of food, makes you wet and wanting and desperate

until you're spilling out of all your clothes. until they're ill-fitting, your navel indent obvious and deep. until pulling and tugging and readjusting is futile. your body barely contained by straining fabric and struggling buttons, your gaining undeniable with every riiiip and pop

i want to see the aftermath of your hedonism

you struggling to sit up. short breaths and satisfied exhales as you rub your overtaxed tummy. the only evidence of your gargantuan meal being empty containers and cleared plates. you, shocked at your uncontrollable appetite, that you ate all of this by yourself, that you're clearly so submissive to being filled and only slipping deeper into gluttony

barely able to process how turned on you are, pinned back in your seat, slapping and jiggling your fat as you get off to how tender and sensitive and fucking heavy you are

and after all that?

i want you to ask for dessert

[fat-belly-girl]

One last round - My gaining progress so far😁

[hungrycupcakefeedee]

Merry New Year ✨ 💛 💓 Eve To Yall🎆😊😇😇

[gain-stuff-eat]

who, may i ask, are you growing these love handles for, hm?

they're so luscious, filling my hands, you've made all this fat so easy to grab with your constant eating and endless stuffing

you are the very picture of excess and indulgence

don't think i haven't noticed all that snacking you've been doing, the constant grazing, the multiple meals, the huge portions, the increasing amount of delivery orders that show up all times of the day and night

you're insatiable and your body shows it

it's obviously not an accident, what you're doing to yourself. you clearly enjoy it. i doubt you thought you'd get this out of control... oh, you liked that? pointing out your uncontrollable appetite, the fact that you can no longer resist this hedonistic lifestyle you've spiraled into?

you're craving more right now, in fact, aren't you?

why don't you just go ahead and eat? we both know that's all you want to do anymore. all you think about. eating and stuffing until you can't move, and masturbating until you fall asleep. then waking up and doing it all again with even more food than the last time maybe because you can't help yourself. it's not your fault it keeps taking bigger and bigger meals to reach that fullness you constantly crave

gluttony looks so good on you

so much decadent fat. it spills and undulates off your frame. don't you feel so heavy? doesn't it feel so good? you wobble and jiggle with every step, no wonder it's hard to think about anything other than food

it's so easy to grab all this pudge because your shirt doesn't even fit. hadn't you noticed your gut hanging out? or has outgrowing clothes become so normal you don't even notice? with the way you stuff your face i'd be surprised if anything in your wardrobe fits. but the fabric strains over your softened, expanding body and reminds you to keep eating too, huh? you like how it feels a little uncomfortable, fits a little poorly, draws eyes to your growing figure

it makes you want to eat

i can tell because you started touch and feel your belly at just the thought, even though i can tell you ate not that long ago with way you can barely move, how you've beached yourself

you're so greedy

but that's okay because you chose this for yourself. you wanted this. you conditioned yourself to get this fat, you've pleasured yourself to the fantasy, after each massive stuffing, and now the reality is you crave this feeling. glutting yourself, getting heavy, the constant bliss of being in a bigger body all the time because food just taste too good and you only want more of it

don't be shy, go ahead and play with your belly. there's so much it, it's impossible to resist. press a finger into your navel, revel in how you've transformed yourself through your appetite alone

speaking of, better get yourself something to eat soon

you're starting to get hungry again

[cloudsofnothing]

Super morbidly obese. That much weight would be impossible to ignore—and your health would feel it. Your heart would be working overtime just to keep you going, struggling to pump blood through so much extra tissue. You’d probably feel it sometimes, that heaviness in your chest, the occasional flutter or strain after a short walk or even just standing for too long. Your blood pressure would be higher, your pulse pounding harder, your body constantly fighting to keep up with the mass you’ve added.

Your lungs would labor under the weight of your expanding chest and belly. Lying down, you’d feel the fat pressing against your diaphragm, making it harder to breathe. You might wake up gasping, feeling like your own bulk is suffocating you in your sleep. Sleep apnea would almost be guaranteed, the fat around your neck narrowing your airway, leaving you snoring loudly or choking for air throughout the night. You’d likely need a CPAP just to breathe properly while you sleep.

Your joints—knees, hips, and ankles—would be screaming from the constant strain. Carrying around hundreds of extra pounds would grind away at the cartilage, leaving you stiff, sore, and slow. You’d feel it in the morning, joints aching, feet swollen from supporting so much weight day after day. Walking would become more of a shuffle, your steps heavier, slower, shorter. Stairs would be agonizing, your thighs burning after just a few steps, your chest heaving for air at the top.

Your digestive system would struggle too. The constant overeating would make you prone to heartburn and indigestion, your stomach overfilled and stretched, pressing against your other organs. You’d likely experience frequent bloating, feeling heavy and sluggish after every meal, your belly so full it weighs you down, making you lethargic and sleepy.

And your skin—it would struggle to keep up with your growing size. Stretch marks would splinter across your thighs, belly, and arms, vivid and deep, a permanent reminder of how fast you’ve grown. Your skin would chafe painfully in the folds, especially around your belly and thighs, where moisture and friction would irritate it. You might develop rashes or sores, the constant rubbing making your skin raw and tender.

Your liver would suffer too. With so much weight, you’d likely develop non-alcoholic fatty liver disease (NAFLD), your liver becoming engorged with fat, slowly becoming less efficient. You might not feel it at first, but over time, it would sap your energy, making you feel tired and sluggish even when you haven’t done anything strenuous.

And then there’s your mobility. Simple movements would become exhausting. Getting out of a car or off a low couch would leave you breathless, having to brace yourself with both arms, rocking forward before standing. Even rolling over in bed would take effort, your own weight holding you down, making you feel almost pinned by yourself.

But the scariest part? The slow decline. The numbness in your legs from poor circulation. The swelling in your ankles from fluid retention. The constant fatigue, no matter how much you rest. The aches in your chest that you ignore until they linger too long. You’d grow accustomed to the discomfort, accepting it as part of life, even as your body slowly breaks down under the weight.