#makemeenormous

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Picture my wide overfilled frame filling up the loveseat as I continue to stuff my face. I dont know what im addicted to more; eating or getting fatter. My stomach hangs to my knees and sometimes, depending on how full I am, over the the sides of my huge thighs. A thick layer of cellulite covers my oversized love handles and my thighs. My ham sized upper arms have stretch marks that match the ones on my lower stomach. All of my tattoos have been stretched out beyond belief. My cheeks are swollen so I perpetually look bloated. My double chin is so fat it overflows my actual chin.

Do you want to get me another cheese burger or some red velvet cake? Then again get me both, and some fries!

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Ive blown up like a house the last few years. There isn’t an inch of me that isn’t swollen with fat. Ive puffed up to over 700pounds and my girlfriend keeps feeding me.

I remember when i first starting gaining weight. Back when I thought my 265 pounds was huge! If my former self can see me now! Im enormous compared to what I used to be!

I remember thinking 500 would be my goal I always wanted to be extremely fat. I finally started to indulge and i quickly put on weight. With the first year alone i put on over 115 pounds. I absolutely exploded that year. I gained heavy in my stomach hips and ass. My neck disappeared under a large roll of fat. My cheeks started to puff out. And I started to waddle.

I was nearly 400 pounds when I met my girlfriend…shes put at least another 320 pounds on me. Im getting weighed next week, i hope the scale can handle me

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I remember 3 or so years ago I told a friend of mine that I wanted to weigh over 500 pounds. She told me I was weird for wanting to be that fat and told me that at that size Id be too big to really take care of myself. That was well before I was even close to the 500s.

Im seeing her next weekend. We havent seen each other in 3 years and have only sent each other emails. She has no idea that Ive steadily ballooned over the past three and a half years and that im not only over 500 pounds, but 220 pounds bigger….maybe more.

I spent the day stuffing my fat face with mini cakes, chocolate, pizza, fries, fried chicken, nachos and a fruit platter that was meant for 8-10 people.

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My sister saw me for the first time since Thanksgiving and she couldnt believe how much weight ive put on. She commented that im fucking gigantic. She took me out to eat tonight and i made an enormous pig out of myself. Appetisers, entrées, desserts. I both look and feel like im about to pop as i unbutton my supersized jeans.

Ive packed on a good 60 to 70 pounds since she last saw me. She knew i was fat but not well over 600 pounds fat. She told me i look like the stay puft man and was i going to be one of the balloons in the pride parade. lol she cant get over how huge ive gotten.

Who wants to feed me until I crack 630 pounds? DM

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We unpacked the new scale this weekend. Last weekend Id gotten on the scale only to hear “ERROR! EEROR!” The scale has a 650 pound weight limit.

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I cant deny that Ive continued to rapidly balloon I’ve the past 10 months. Some days I feel like im about to explode because I’ve stuffed my fat face so much.

I used to struggle my way off my loveseat sized chair but now I have no choice but to have help. My hips have stretched out stomach is hanging lower than usual. I love my custom made love seat chair but its been becoming rather snug lately.

I know last Christmas my girlfriend and i discussed the idea of me gaining to 700 pounds. I was already an enormously overweight 642 pounds. Ill never forget that Christmas…i was stuffed into a too small Mrs Claus themed mummu when she took me to the junk yard to be weighed. I couldnt believe the number when I saw it.

I remember when I thought I was going to end up staying between 500-525…And the last time I was nearly 150 pounds bigger than Id ever thought Id be. And back last Christmas when they weighed me could no longer fit my fat ass into my mothers little car. They had no choice but to take me in the van, and I was starting to get too fat for that.

I know I’ve gained weight. My mobility is something that im struggling with. My girlfriend loves my enormous double belly and budding tripple chin. She traces my stretch-marks while feeds me forkfuls of pasta.

Ive been eating like an elephant (no pun intended) over the last year. Im probably close to 700 pounds by now.

The new scale has an 800 pound weight limit. I struggled up onto the enormous platform to hear “Hello. Your weight is 720 pounds.”

My girlfriend whistles and pinches my hip rolls. “Wow Porky! Youve really packed on the pounds since we last weighed you! You really are a big pig!!” She giggles my stomach and chins. She pinches my swollen cheeks, while I breathe heavy with arousal; both by her touch and my enormous size. 720 pounds at 5’7!

“Just imagine how big youll be come next Christmas! With the rest of the Halloween candy, the rest of the heavy autumn treats…thanksgiving…Christmas treats,cookies and cakes….Youre going to pop come New Years Eve!”

Did I really want to continue to get even bigger? I was already well beyond ultra sized and entering the size of requiring my own zip code. I dont know if I can stabilise my current weight…or will my piggish desires cause me to swell even fatter until Im eventually bed bound?

I cant wait until Thanksgiving. My mothers favourite insult is to call me a parade float and now my sisters daughter is old enough to understand the words.

She asked me the other day “Whats it going to be like in the parade?” “What parade? “The Thanksgiving one. Grandma always says you’re a parade float or like a parade float so I was wondering if i was going to see you in the parade.”

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I recently saw a photo of myself from an office pizza party. My bloated frame filled up the specialty heavy-duty and extra wide chair the company had to order for me. The rolls on my hips and sides stretched my clothes out in ever direction while I stuffed my grossly overfed face with pizza and cake.

The chair has been crying out against my super sized frame lately. I dont know how Im going to tell my boss that I need an office chair that has a 700-750 pound weight limit. I mean, he knows im enormously fat; but I dont think he knows Ive plans to keep getting bigger.

Hes seen me in the lunchroom though, stretching the seams of a new sundress. My girlfriend keeps teasing me that pretty soon Ill be 650 pounds if i keep eating the day I do..

I imagine myself 30-40 pounds fatter, my stomach stretching out of my work clothes. Even with an elastic waist its too much for my fat frame and my pudge oozes out over the waistband. My bulbous thighs aren’t far behind. And just when you thought my face and double chins couldn’t get any fatter a good 5-10 pounds went to my cheeks and chins alone.

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My enormous frame takes up most of the bed. I love how my red, pink and white stretch marks glow in the early morning light. Im sitting licking vanilla frosting off the stick of the fudgeickle I just devoured. I cant believe we’re already out of them but I need another little bit of something sweet. Its no wonder Im tipping the scales at around 640 pounds.

Ive decided that i want to be 700 pounds by Christmas. I picture myself in a custom made elf outfit being stuffed with sugar cookies, fudge and peppermint flavoured whipped cream. I cant wait until my mother sees that ive put on another 100+ pounds with this new girlfriend. Shes going to loose her shit lol

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I cant help but feel like a human food balloon.

Today my feeder helped me waddle onto the new 600+ pound capacity scale she got me as a congratulatory present…also we needed something that would be able to handle my poundage. 615 pounds.

My stomach and hips are so swollen most of the time. Im starting to struggle into a 6x jogger suit. My belly and hips often ooze out over the ever tightening waistband.

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Ive gained so much weight lately, i constantly feel bloated and heavy. When I look in the mirror, I cant believe how enormous I am.

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Just ordered two mcdonalds sharables and ice cream to stuff my fat face with. My love handles and stomach are already bulging out of the waistband of my sweat pants while my ass tests the seams in the back. I wonder how much fatter i can get before the end of the month.

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Ive gained another 15 pounds this month. Jesus Christ I’m literally blowing up like a balloon. Sometimes Im stuffed so full it feels like Im going to burst at the seams. Im fucking huge and I don't see myself dieting any time soon. 675 pounds and counting. ✌🏻

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Who wants to squeeze me into a pair of jeans and a tank top after filling me full of double cream, cake and ice-cream shakes. It looks as if im one good meal away from bursting the seams on my outfit. You start to spray me down with the hose and start snapping photos of me.

You tell me that you’re going to call this set Hosing Down My Hippo. After-all, I am over 630 pounds…and they have about the same size ass as me. Maybe I should do a comparison of that? My enormous ass vs a hippos?

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I am red, blue and wide this 4th of July. I spent most of the day looking like a beached whale in the shallow end of my friend’s pool, all the while stuffing my face. Burgers, fruit-salad, cakes, ice-pops.

“Its no wonder she’s not losing any weight.” I overhear my sister saying to my girlfriend. “Were working on a new diet plan.” “Im glad because it looks like shes going to pop!” I cant really fault her for saying that, ive been eating like a pig lately…and having 4-5 milkshakes per shift…

Theres a specialised chair that can handle my weight on the side of the pool. I plop myself down in the shade, the rolls of my hips and stomach overflowing the chair. Im pushin’ 640 these days and I cant wait to get even fatter.

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Im starting to reach the point where Im too fat to button my pants all by myself. I need to lay back on the bed while my girl attempts to stuff my blubber i to the waistband and do the button up while she still can. She needs to help me sit up.

I breathe heavily for a few minute before she tells me that she want wait to see me gorge myself at dinner.