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Look at that beautiful belly
What is a waistband for if not to have a soft, heavy belly hanging over it at all times
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If you are with me, you've no choice but to get fat. I can't help it, it's not my fault. I'll spoil you subconsciously with your favourite treats, fill drawers with snacks you adore, give you the lions share of dinner every time because you just look so contented when you're full. And I forever want to lavish your gorgeous body with love and affection; the fact your belly is always out on display when you hike up your shirt and groan about how much you've utterly stuffed yourself... well.
You can't expect me not to kiss it, can you?
“You should bake because it’s fun” or “You should bake because it’s such a useful skill” well have you ever considered baking because it’s going to make someone really fat
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The Purpose of a Pupies is to be a Sweet Baby and eates treats
Puppies have discovered Ice Ceam
Day 16 24: Silhouette
One of my favourite wg tropes is a fatty slowly being bimbofied and domesticated. You start out as an active, independent woman, with strong beliefs and relying on no one. But then you meet someone, someone who pampers you and makes you feel great about yourself, who gets you everything you could ever need - or want. You’re indulged, you have dinner made for you and any errands done without you even needing to worry about them. You start to expect things to be done for you, spending more time inside, watching tv, relaxing with midday naps, and eating whatever you have in, which is everything since your partner stockpiles your snacks nearly every day.
By five years into the relationship, you’re a stupid housetrained pig. You cant remember the last time you had to do something yourself - any food you want is made for you and delivered directly to your greasy, expecting mouth. Who cares about whats going on in the outside world? You haven’t been outside in weeks - its much easier to focus on the vibrator between your thighs, on the rush of serotonin you get every time you stuff your face, knowing how happy it makes your partner. Its impossible to remember how to drive, how to hold down a job, how to even stand up without someone else’s help. You’re completely defense less, dependant on someone else for everything in your life. You’re so fat, even moving your toes or hands is too much effort. Who could be expected to perform any task when you’re this close to immobility? You dont need to worry about anything, you’re a pig - pigs don’t think, they only guzzle down more and more, moving as little as possible. Independence is a prison - you’ve been transformed into a play thing controlled on strings by the partner who controls everything about you. Your surroundings, your body, your food, your thoughts (fewer and fewer by the day), your mind.
A ball of lard, stupider every time you swallow, forced to beg for food from the only person you’ll ever see again, freed by your obesity from real life.
Please someone do this to me 🐷
I love how waddling is both cute and sexy. I love watching someone shuffle ever so slowly trying to keep their balance while they’ve become so fat they can no longer rest their arms at their side and instead have to use them for balance, but on the other hand with each step they take every inch of their body moves in unison sending ripples throughout bringing attention to how heavy every step they take truly is. Their ass bouncing back and forth with every slow lift of their leg, their apron of a belly slapping against the top of their thighs every little moment highlights just how fat they truly are and all I can think about is how badly I want them to be on top of me and how badly I want them even fatter.
I hand sewed a pride flag out of scrap fabric!
heavy puppy,,,,