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My knees are hiding under my belly now 🤭
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So fat my knees are hiding
My knees are hiding under my belly now 🤭
I love my own obesity. I did this to myself and I’m going to make it worse. I live the life of a fat man because skinny me got curious about a weight gain kink and now I waddle instead of walk normally. My own libido means I have to reach around my own fat belly to even be able to get off, and the thought that I soon might not be able to even reach anymore makes me want to go even harder. The only post-nut clarity I get anymore is the realisation that I need to pig out for dinner. I’m going to be this way forever.
Getting so fat, I'm worried about rolling out of the bed.
My moobs might be getting a little big 😅
Feeders are hot and all but so are “bad influences” and enablers. Big fat superchubs that are so ingrained in their gluttonous, hedonistic lifestyle of obesity that they can’t help but rub it off on anyone who happens to end up in their presence for any real amount of time. They’ll have you over just to game and order pizza and get high, maybe they’ll just order an extra pizza just to leave out for you to subtly coax you into indulging, and with a little more weed and nudging you’ll be wolfing it down before you know it.
Soon this one-off hangout becomes a regular weekly routine, then bi-weekly, then 3 or 4 nights a week, because you’d rather hang out with your fat foodie buddy and get high than waste time at the gym - and he’d much rather prefer that you did that as well. In fact, although he doesn’t say it, every gym session you skip gets rewarded with an extra pizza and tub of ice cream. This routine starts taking its toll on your body but your fat bud doesn’t mind. He’s started reaching out and rubbing your rapidly expanding belly lately, and you can’t help but return the favour. He’s giving you his old 4XL tank tops and sweatpants to wear since you’re getting too big for your own lately, and these are much more comfy for your widening ass.
And then, before you know it, you’re over there every night, getting high, shoving greasy burgers and pizzas and fries into your flab-filled face, outgrowing all your clothes before you even have a chance to wear them in for long, and now you’re making out with your massively obese friend who enabled you to get this fucking fat, while he plays with your tits and gets you grunting like a genuine pig. You need to be over there regularly anyway - the fatpad he’s pushed on you is now too big and deep for you to be able to reach that buried nub anymore, so you need him to reach in and help you finish.
You move out of your old place, which you pretty much never spend any time at anymore anyway, and move in with your new superchub boyfriend. Now the only place he lets your gigantic rump waddle to anymore is between the fridge, the bed, the bathroom and the couch - he takes care of answering the door with your food deliveries. You’ve forgone even the most basic of oversized tank tops and sweatpants and are just lazed out on the couch in the 8XL overstretched fat guy briefs that barely contain your swollen fatpad and oversized fat pig rump.
He’s pulled you out of the real world and brought you into his hazy, obese, decadent life of hedonism and gluttony, and you’re never getting out. Not that you could ever want to. Who needs a gym and a normal life when you can rub fatpads with the 500lb fat man who quietly made you even fatter than he is.
Still thinking about this one
Honestly? My dick is effectively an internal organ now.
Turning into a pile of lard😵💫🐷
So incredibly soft and doughy 🤤🤤🤤
It’s honestly crazy how the human body reacts to regular overeating with making it not only easier to eat more, but also more difficult to not do so. Your own body is so eager to help you fatten up for a possible lean season that it has no knowledge or concept that such a thing will never be coming. No, instead it drives you to eat more and more, not feeling satisfied with what you used to eat until you wake up one day with a quivering stomach begging for more than twice of what you used to be able to eat at the bare minimum. Your own body desperately wants to make you fatter, so it’s no wonder people blow up without even realizing it. Just the littlest slip in control can lead someone sliding headfirst into obesity, not to mention when it’s being done intentionally.
literally too fat to get up now
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Since some of you enjoyed the picture of me in the bath yesterday, I thought you might enjoy this one from a few days ago. 😅🤭😳
I don't usually share images like this but honestly I can't get over my belly in this one! I'm just holding so much pure fat in my hands. You could be too if you wanted .😅😏
Regular more clothed photos will resume usual service soon, probably...
Without wanting to sound crazy, I like that I’ve gotten too fat for some people’s tastes. And that as I get fatter, I’ll get too fat for even more people’s tastes. I like that my sexual appeal now is becoming limited to people who are attracted to me specifically because I’m fat. And more often than not, it’ll also be because they specifically want me to get fatter. Obesity is my sexuality and getting fatter for the pleasure of others is my sex :3
Can you feel how fat you are right now?
The weight of your stomach as it sits on your lap, pressing itself onto you like a boulder. A giant fleshy orb that shakes and jiggles, growing and stretching you out because you can't stop stuffing your face like a horny slut.
Your arms are heavy too; raising them up requires effort, thanks to their size and bulk. Even your fingers are getting fatter. You have to be pretty fucking fat that even your appendages gain weight, you know. Your body just doesn't know where to store all the fat you're piling on.
Even getting up or repositioning yourself is hard. Your huge legs and fat waist fight against you with your bulging gut when you try to do anything. I bet shifting your belly or moving your legs is difficult. Have you tried bending over? Can you?
And you're so out of shape, catching yourself breathing heavy even when doing practically nothing. I bet even folding laundry makes you tired, you fat piggy. A trip to the fridge and you're huffing and puffing from having to haul your fat body around, even if it's a few steps.
Keep going, it's so hot to see you like this. I want you fatter, more pathetic, and out of shape.
OMG yes
😍😍😍
I gotta start reeling it back in cause all these nonstop binges are seriously sticking to me now wtf. I did not know I was looking this round. I’m gonna get so much shit from people if they see me waddling around with this giant keg now.
Fuck it’s just too easy to overeat until I can’t breathe. It’s not my fault I’m getting such a bit of a gut from it all. Like there’s so many burger places now and I can just go in and order a fucking stupid amount. And other than a weird look they’d just bring it right to me to then just gorge on.
As soon as I get to my order my brain just starts to panic. Whatever the rational part says, the food crazed part just makes me double it. That way I know I’ll have enough to fully packed with food.
And then I go and stuff it all down, taking bite after bite, knowing I’m not even hungry. But I feel how big my gut is in my lap and I just want to eat for the sake of having MORE.
Halfway through gorging I don’t even crave the taste of the burgers or whatever I’m eating. I just crave that there’s more FOOD I can pick up and shove into my mouth, and gulp down into my big fat gut.
It’s insane that it’s just because of some dark greedy desire to just be stuffed full of food. I wake up and look the mirror and I’m shocked at how much bigger my gut looks. I mean it should be obvious right? But then I go and just stuff my fat face with MORE later that night because that’s all I know how to do.
I gotta figure something out or I’m gonna need help getting out of my car 😫
The casual jiggle when I walk now is something I’ll never get tired of 🫠
It's amazing just how fucking fat I got myself sometimes. Massive blubbery overhang, legs that rival tree trunks and a big fat smile to go with it all 😘
Goalssss 🥵🥵