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[thefullerest]

grow your gluttony demon at home

(just a few easy steps to bury yourself in unyielding consequences! CW: implied weight gain, horror)

Author’s Note:

fuck, where to begin……..I didnt even wanna d o this, but he saidd he’d leave me aloen if i posted it, but please please PLEASE dont read it okay

id ont even believ e him but at this point id do anyting to stop fucking livign like this. just please, PLESAE, dont’ share this, dont pass it around it’s what he…it they? want

i found it on some webpage while digging thortug search results late at night on some mom blog or sometihng, but i think the domains down now

should’ntve read it, fuck, but now its ur problem, bye

Original Post: 5 Tips To Grow Your Gluttony Demon At Home!

Hot tip: you should cultivate your own shoulder demon!

Humans are storytellers. It’s in our nature. Why not tell a story where you get fatter? It’s a classic trope, having a precocious little bad influence weighing down on your shoulder, encouraging your worst influences, fostering your bad habits - a fun idea to relieve that pesky summer boredom!

And it couldn’t be easier! It’s important to start small, after all - little changes REALLY add up! Whenever you have a spare moment, just think, what would a spawn of satan whisper into my ear to make me act on my most indulgent impulses at every opportunity - it’s THAT easy to start!

You don’t even need to change your behavior at first! Just start by letting your brain get comfortable with the idea of thinking on indulgence and selfish pleasure. noʎ oʇuᴉ sʍɐlɔ sᴉɥ ʞuᴉs oʇ ǝuo ʇuǝpɐɔǝp ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ ɹǝᴉsɐǝ ʇᴉ sǝʞɐɯ ʇI, after all, and you WANT to give in don’t you? Don’t you? Don’t you? Don’t you?

If that sounds strange, you’ll be back to re-read this when your mind is in a weaker more malleable state! Guaranteed! Maybe this isn’t your first time already, and you’ve already felt the tug of the idea beckoning you, a morbid curiosity, a desperate plea, a quieted second thought. In that case, welcome back! Don’t stop now! :)

Before long, you’ll feel a darkness growing in the back of your mind, an errant thought allowed to fester without your consent, a shadow the mind’s eye can never resolve, unknown appendages reaching but never reaching - that’s how you know you’re ready for the next step!

It’s important to start with a small gesture. Drink of the cow’s milk, and empty the container in a single tip of the jug. (Don’t worry, if you don’t have whole milk, 2% is just fine!) This might feel difficult, and you might feel yourself choking on the fattening liquid, but keep drinking, breathe through your nose, ANYTHING to finish it all. You don’t want to let it go to waste. And don’t worry, you WILL finish it!

When you have partaken in The First Step, congratulations! The Process Has Begun! Revel in the feeling of bloated fullness in your belly, the rarefied white pearls dripping down your chin. You feel so desperate to lick them up, don’t you? So eager to finish every drop, not content to let a single morsel fall to the wayside, each a brick laying the foundation for further gluttony. That’s normal!

You’re feeling pretty hungry aren’t you? This next step is SO easy.

EAT, FAT FUCK.

What a gift is it for you to be able to sate that feeling. What a shame to let that urge be left deprived. I can feel it, that desire deep inside you. It tastes so fucking delicious. And even though you’ll never really fill it, it feels so good to make the attempt, doesn’t it. You want to get as close as possible. And you know exactly what it feels like to get close. Past satiation, past fullness, when your body can’t help but slow down, when time itself slows down. You know that it’s not a feeling, that it’s real, don’t you? You always knew that, deep down. And it feels good to know that it’s true. Just like it feels good to try and fulfill that urge, even though you’ll never really be sated.

And that’s what I can promise you. I can promise you’ll NEVER be full, that I’ll always take you further and further and further and further- wasn’t that an easy step? Only one more step to go!

Time to get intimate. Sit alone in a dark room (yeah, real spooky!) and recite these words to yourself:

just as Ouroboros never hungers so I shall never be content

Once you chant them to yourself enough to see through the understanding, past the deeper understanding, past the knowing, the unknowing, when the words decay into symbols and vocal noises in a rhythmic order that flows like the steady breathing of your chest rising and falling and rising and falling each beat so inexorable and terrifying and beautiful and you can feel yourself outside yourself THEN you’ll hear It.

You’ve heard it before.

You’ve heard me before. You could only reach out and get a glimpse when you’re at the edge, where time slows, that vision of something dark and wonderful and potent and massive. And you couldn’t stop until you saw me again. I like that about you, your lack of self control. And now you can hear me so clearly. And you’re not sure if you should be frightened or excited.

You already know, but I’ve never been one to say no to more. And now you’re not the type to say no, either. Ever again. And I’m going to spend every moment of your life making sure of it. Even when the offers aren’t spoken. Even when the choice isn’t meant to be made. I’m going to use you and grow you and spend you and make you take and consume and indulge until it’s not physically possible for you. And then I’m going to make you keep going for more because you, because we, will still want it.

More. Even that word sends chills down your spine now, doesn’t it? The sheer power of it, the fact that you feel so driven by it, even as it scares you. But I ask of you, do not be afraid. We will grow you in ways you can’t even comprehend, your body spreading out and consuming just like you, the edges of your physical sensation spreading to sizes no one has ever experienced. You’ll feel that hunger, deep within you, still growing, even as you eat past your limits, even as you stuff yourself till it hurts, until it’s exhausting, until you can feel the struggle of your own breath, until every bite feels as vital as oxygen. There’s a power in that. You should feel lucky, getting to have that all to yourself.

Well, not all to yourself.

I know you. I know you. I know that even though this all feels overwhelming, deep down, you still want it. And I’m going to give you what you want and more. For as long as you can take it. That’s my pact to you, just as you have made a pact to me.

I’ll feed you, as far as you can grow, then I take what’s mine.

But until then, just enjoy it. You’re good at indulgence, aren’t you?

Thanks for reading! I can be reached at <EMAIL REDACTED>, hope to hear from you, until next time :)

[thefullerest]

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Smoked Pork 🐷 Commission for wallowhog on Bsky

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Nothing like a drive through McDonald's on a Sunday night

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I got carried away with ice cream 😵‍💫😵‍💫

The thing with ice cream is that yes I could melt it all and drink it like a shake but it’s so much more hot and greedy for me to practically inhale a container in minutes! Brain freeze doesn’t stop me, I am only thinking of how sexy it is indulging to such a high degree going thru full size containers like it’s a pint!

I said I couldn’t stop in this and I really couldn’t! Once my cravings win it turns into a certified binge!

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When your overhang is so huge even a 6XLT isn't able to cover it up

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Must. Keep. Eating.

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refractory period

(more fat over everything else. CW: weight gain, encouragement, implied chastity)

Oh, I want you horny. I just don’t necessarily want you getting off.

Your body betrays you.

You being horny? That’s useful. It suppresses your gag reflex, makes you more depraved, weakens those responses of revulsion. I can exploit those.

Horny you wants to get fatter. Heck, horny you wants to eat yourself immobile, don’t they? It’s never too much for horny you. But once you get off, the real world creeps back in again, you start thinking of logistics, practicality, the rest of those little invisible tugs of society and duty and manners and bullshit.

But when you’re horny? Your dick is ALWAYS strong enough to take the reins, isn’t it? You can’t fucking help yourself. And you love that feeling, don’t you? There’s something freeing about giving into your basest instincts. Hunger. Indulgence. Greed. Lust.

You know what I think? The horny you IS the real you, un-blunted by self-preservation, desperate and yearning to pursue reckless decadence. I get along with them. I’ll feed, encourage, and stuff them. They will stop at nothing in the pursuit of MORE. And there’s something alluring in that thought, in the drive of something so singular.

But it’s all so contradictory, isn’t it? Your sexual organ pushing you to bury itself.

As always, your body betrays you.

But I say, that contradiction is what makes it worth pursuing. It’s impossible, excessive, reckless. And yet you want it. YOU. Not the you after your desires finally overcome you, when the teasing and the stimulation build up into an impossible crescendo that you can’t hold back, pathetically relinquishing control back to your more steady, guided hands.

I think you’d enjoy it more if you let yourself revel in it. Let yourself get absorbed in that anticipation, those running thoughts that grow more hedonistic and gluttonous the longer you let them linger. Let them fester on you until those results are startlingly obvious on your body.

Anytime you feel that tug, that urge, do me a favor: just stuff yourself instead. Make yourself fatter. It’s what the real you wants anyway.

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As much as one can remove it from simply being fat, too fat to easily move, and avoiding those consequences, laziness and being lazy is maybe the hottest quality in someone?

It's not that you get out of breath from walking around the house. It's that you don't WANT to. You didn't when you were chubby. You didn't when it was easy, or even convenient.

You didn't want to. At all.

No spark. No wants. No needs.

It's the absence of insecurities. To be unbothered. Watching a partner come and go, in and out of the house, arranging things for your fancy. It's not selfish. It's not bossy. It's not a lack of respect.

True laziness means you don't even ask for such things. It simply happens to you.

It never occurs to say no. To stop it. That requires effort.

Be lazy.

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Who’s next?

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Some donuts and bellyplay

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Morning jiggles🌞

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Hmm coach i think i might have over done it with the protein shakes 🫠🐷

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Arm and back rolls 😵‍💫

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The way I thought I was getting fat in the before 😂