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Still around, still thick

Been going to the gym to try and gain muscle so belly gains have fallen to the wayside for a bit but don’t worry, I don’t think I could lost the belly completely even if I tried lol

putitontheeatpile

the-eat-pile

Holy. Shit.

daddysweetandevil

Fatty

sp96fat

I can’t stop thinking about it anymore.

I want it so fucking bad. I need a feeder who doesn’t give a shit about limits, who sees how pathetic and greedy I already am and just… keeps pushing.

I want to be trapped under hundreds and hundreds of pounds of my own soft, useless blubber. I want my belly to sag so heavy it pins me to the bed, rolls cascading over rolls, sweat pooling in every deep crease while I wheeze just from existing. I want stretch marks like lightning bolts splitting across my skin, red and angry at first, then turning silver as proof of how much I’ve surrendered.

I want to feel the tube shoved down my throat when my jaw gets too tired, thick calorie sludge pumping straight into me 24/7—shakes so dense they feel like cement, heavy cream, melted ice cream, oil slicking everything. I want my body to forget what hunger even feels like because I’m never empty. Ever. Just constantly bloated, aching, leaking, my heart hammering against layers of fat like it’s trying to escape before it gives out.

I want my legs to fuse into useless pillows of cellulite, my arms too swollen to lift, my chins multiplying until I can barely turn my head. I want to be so immobile that the only movement is the jiggle when someone slaps my gut or forces another funnel session. I want my feeder’s hands sinking wrist-deep into my sides while they whisper how much prettier I’ll be when I’m closer to the edge, when every breath is a struggle, when my body is finally giving up exactly like I begged it to.

I’m already ruined for anything else. Normal life? Gone. Thin? Laughable. I don’t want escape. I want to sink deeper. I want to be their perfect, disgusting, dying pig—swollen, sweaty, horny and helpless, cumming from the pressure alone while my arteries clog and my organs drown in lard.

Please.

Make me so fat I can’t come back.

Make me so fat I stop breathing under my own weight.

I’m begging for it. I’m dripping just typing this.

I’m not leaving this path. I’m already too far gone. 🐷💦🍰

squishmewithbellies

Im gonna edge you while you eat. Repeatedly bringing you to the brink of orgasm, but never quite letting you get a full release.

Instead, I'll stop and refill your plate for you. Then do it all over again.

It may seem mean, but I'm training you. Helping you eat more than you ever thought you could. Training you to be a bottomless little piggy.

Not only that, I'm training you for when your no longer able to reach down there. If we do this often enough the act of greedily stuffing your face will turn you on enough to bring you close to the point of cumming.

Eventually there will be a day that you get so turned on at what a glutton you've become. That you'll cum without ever being touched mid stuffing. And that'll be the day any resistance you had left crumbled completely. Unable to resist gorging yourself one more time, desperate to feel the combined pleasure/discomfort of orgasming from how painfully full your gut is. You'll spiral completely out of control. Always craving more, more food, more fat, more of you.