Let’s Get Fat!

⛓🐻⛓ 𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖇𝖔𝖞 ⛓🐷⛓ | 32 | 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖗 | 𝕳𝖊/𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 | 𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 | ꜱᴡ: 208 ʟʙꜱ | ᴄᴡ: 265 ʟʙꜱ | 🔞🔞🔞

[twentycharacterlimit]

I'll let you guys caption this one...

[twentycharacterlimit]

Must. Continue. Expanding.

[gordonthebull]

Oof…

[roccogolias]

Big cake party 🌙

[roccogolias]

I can't even believe how big I'm...

[roccogolias]

Another good feeding and that shirt will pop....

[roccogolias]

Can't get up... i need a hand...

[whatabelly-official]

There was a request for some walking.

[house-withghost]

Feeling my rounder self this morning😏🍩

[widthxdepth]

100 pounds difference

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[bulkxwitch]

🌝 +200 lbs.

[fangbangerbear]

Happy Tummy Tuesday, boys! 🐻

[gordonthebull]

I don’t think about my side profile pics that much, but this one for some reason is…very good…

[thecrownestt]

I wonder how many of you could ever come back from being pushed to the brink of helplessness and gluttony.

Imprisoned in a brutalist fashion. A dim room. Boarded windows. Restraints of heavy chains bolted to the walls. Every twitch of movement leading to the sounds and weight of iron. A door that you haven't seen the other side of since... well since you were last allowed to look at a clock. To see the sun. To sleep on terms besides involuntary food comas.

Being rewarded whenever you reach deeper into what it means to surrender to desire. Negotiating with your body to allow yourself to become more depraved. Lazily chewing with your mouth open when you're at the brink. Harsh, embarrassing breathing and grunting as you teach your mind to overcome being full, stuffed.

Existing in a hell of being overfed. Fleeting moments of clarity suffocated by a cruel, scientific minded feeder. You're trapped by his schedule. Complaining leads to a cold, speechless interaction. The most variety of your day comes from when your body is touched, prodded. You can't risk losing that pleasure.

Knowing that only once you've allowed yourself to be completely at your feeder's mercy do you get praise. The irony and fear twisting you as your only source of praise and affection comes from giving away anything that made you human.

How does one ever come back from this. Being so isolated from the world that you no longer remember what it means to be human. Conditioning yourself to seek bodily pleasures by actively falling into a deeper state of mindless and instinctual gluttony.

[deez-uz]

Getting heavy that thing

[widthxdepth]

Who knew what a hog I would be in just a few years?