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where is this from?! i HAVE to know
found it!
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Cody from Hoodoobrown BBQ 2013-2024 part 1
No words for him other than BLEW UP.
He can barely walk anymore at 700lbs
He definitely likes it too!
He must be a good cook!
pink like a pig
Dont act surprised
On holiday with his friend I guess. I'm sure the "skinny" one is realising the same fat awaits him in a year or two.
Got a hair cut and gained a few more lbs đ·
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been growing all year đ·
Do you think I can get my six-pack back by summer?
full video on my patreon
Hey, I'm Repmah, an ex-jock who's a little out of shape
Some more exaggerated Carlos Ollivera and more NSFW
Favorite part of going to the gym is gulping down a shake afterwards đ
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Me waiting for my feeder
Would you believe I am actually fatter now than when I posted this? God I love the way my body holds weight - my ass is so round đ
I love the way you look up at me sheepishly, surrounded by empty takeout containers, your belly hanging out of your unzipped pants.
âI got a little hungryâŠ.â
You try to stifle a burp but it just makes your bloated fat tummy jolt and jiggle. You let out a little wimper of pain; youâre helplessly stuffed. Letâs get that belly of yours taken care of. I help you up and youâre swaying slightly from the immense amount of food youâve packed in. You cradle your heavy belly in one hand.
âOoof, it huuuurts. I shouldnât have eaten so much but it was all so good I couldnât help myself. I think I really overdid it. I just kept eating and eating until it was all gone. And now my tummy is so big and achy and tight.â
I press up behind you and put my hands on the sides of your belly. You let out a soft little moan. You feel rock hard under the thick layer of pudge youâve put on recently. Youâre full to the brim. Youâve been overeating more and more frequently, requiring my help soothing your poor stuffed tummy and getting chubbier meal by meal. I jiggle the pudge beneath my hands and you gasp at the sensation of your whole body moving with your heavy gut.
I help you lay down, propping you up with pillows so youâre comfortable and you can see the plump roundness of your full belly mounded out in front of you, your love handles spilling to the side, your squashy thighs widening out on the bed, your soft flabby chest spilling gracefully to either side of your belly. Youâre a sight to behold, stuffed and round like this. Youre making the soft little noises of discomfort and arousal that drive me almost as crazy as the feel of your plushness beneath my hands.
âYouâre getting so fat, sweetheart, eating like this. Look at you. So soft and jiggly. Youâre packed tight as a drum from all that takeout, arenât you? Aww poor baby, Iâm gonna take care of you, donât worry.â
I begin to rub your belly and you sigh in delight, your eyes slipping closed. I start with soft trailing caresses, mapping the expanse of the roundest part of your belly. Then I knead the softer parts of your belly, your pudgy hips and sides. Finally I rub the most taut, stuffed dome of your tummy, and I see you relax into my touch as I calm its angry, over-full contents. I lie next to you now, one hand draped over your belly, rubbing in slow circles. We fall asleep like that, you and your big full belly warm and safe in my arms.
"You want me bigger?"
I caress a hand over your stomach, watching how even the gentle touch makes the fat undulate.
"So much bigger."
"I already feel so fucking huge," you breathe out.
"That's because we're feeding you, pet." I give your belly a few light pats. It's okay. I know you always have a hard time thinking when you eat. "You're so adorable like this."
You try to shift but your the swell and weight of your gut keeps you from moving much. All you manage is to successfully collapse back with a whimper. But beneath that pain, your pleasure is obvious. You love what you've turned into. We both do.
"God, I'm so fat."
"Mhmm. Soft, too. You want more?"
"More of what?"
You're so overfed you're still not thinking clearly.
My smile is slow. Teasing. Knowing.
"More of everything. More of it all. More food, More fat. More of this," I say, like a spell while squeezing your hang. My thumb circles the rim of your belly button.
"Fuck," you say, arm reaching around to lift and heft your swollen gut, rubbing it gingerly. You're clearly drunk on the feeling as your head falls back.
We both know your answer as you exhale loudly. It sounds like the tail-end of a silent moan. The noise you make when you know you can't help yourself, the same one you make when you're determined to eat yourself into food coma, which has become more frequent. The one that shows the conditioning worked; it's clear from the damp spot growing on your underwear. You sound and look so hot like this. You groan, as your hand sinks lower, stroking and rubbing slowly.
"You've turned me into such a pig," you breathe, lost in the feeling.
"You're the one who wanted to experiment. Who said you just wanted to try this."
"Yeah, but I didn't do this by myself," you say, grabbing your overhang roughly. "Now look at me."
I take you in. Your folds. Your chins. You big arms and soft chest. The way you don't fit in your shirt, at my request, and your belly spills out of it and onto your wide thighs.
"I see you. All of you. And I want more."
I see your resolve waver at the lust in my voice. What that has meant in the past. And you really are overstuffed. Leaden to the couch. For a moment, I offer mercy, gently massaging the discomfort away and a belch slips out.
Then, I pull out a surprise. Something I was saving. Your favorite.
Your eyes widen in delight and desperation.
We've rewired your brain, after all.
Whatever's put in front of you, you eat. It's an automatic response at this point. You reach for the food with some difficulty over the dome of your engorged middle and I hand it to you. I pat your underbelly as you open the container and dig in without another word, feasting uncontrollably, punctuated by shameless, greedy noises. My hands on your belly as you eat is just another trigger to spur your sudden, ravenous hunger. You moan at around another bite.
"More," you grunt, shoveling it in faster. The container grazes a nipple as you lift your meal closer and you pause briefly to keep yourself on edge, whimpering and rutting at the sensation, fat wobbling. You know the rules so well. You're not allowed release until you finish. Until I say so.
My fingers lightly drag and scratch along your stretchmarks. You sigh, pleased, as you stuff yourself.
You're so obedient now. We've trained you well.
"Good piggy."
me and who?