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Heya! Sorry for all the quiet, as academics have gotten in the way for a while, Just to say im still alive and planning on posting more frequently :P

Flabby new year, to all you fatasses and feeders from this hopelessly greedy hog!

I’ve spent the holidays doing exactly what I’m meant to do, what i DESERVE to do... being a spoiled, shameless little fatty, endlessly stuffing my face without a second thought. Every day blurred into the next as I shoveled greasy, calorie-drenched junk into my mouth, feeling my body swell under the relentless assault of junk like the hedonistic fatass i am. Each decadent feast leaving me a slack-jawed and needy pig, unable to stop myself gorging out. Breaths growing ever heavier as my unabashed gluttony draws the lingering stares from anyone fortunate enough to witness my fat greedy ass.

The pleasure is as overwhelming as it is addictive, my moobs growing heavier and more grabbable, belly turning impossibly soft as it balloons outward like rising dough pishing further from my mass. Plush lard gives way beneath my hands, impossible for me and others not to knead and squeeze as my hunger only deepens, feeding my need for more, and demanding more gluttony with each blissful pound added. An idol of gluttony like me deserves to be spoiled like this, fattened properly like a prized pig, every new roll treated like something sacred, because it is. My clothes straining helplessly as my calorie-soaked body thickens inch by inch, fabric pulled tight and begging to give way while I keep eating anyway.

The feeling of my thighs and lardy ass grind against my jeans is dizzying, burning with the addictive desire to see seams stretched to their limit as my belly swells higher over my lap, proudly on display. Then when that inevitable comes, that delicious perfect moment... a sharp pop as a button finally surrenders, my soft flabby gut spilling out even further, as I can’t help but moan and whine, shoving more food into my mouth with renewed desperation... losing myself deeper into a plush pit of bliss as I stuff my increasingly gelatinous body. I can't stop. Nor do I care to. A piggy like me deserves all the food, all the praise, all the belly worship they can get. Doting feeders around me to push seconds and thirds into my fat hog mouth, some even sacrificing their own meals, knowing I’m insatiable and meant to have more.

And when the holidays end, nothing changes. I keep stuffing myself like a mindless hog, feeling my body swell as hazy, intoxicating cravings for more gluttony and more fat seep deeper into my thoughts. Weeks melting into months of constant indulgence like a hazy malaze of honeyed excess. Months stretch into years as every desire is fulfilled without restraint, my weight climbing higher and higher, as if those holiday dtuffings had never ceased. Huffing and wheezing fill the air as I waddle forward, my immense apron of belly dough hanging heavy in countless folds. Every step sends ripples through my body. The mass of fat so great it impedes my motions in the soft cocoon of corpulence, sealing my vision behind a beautiful canvas of pale softness as my moobs and belly dominate my vision all as i lumber, forward towards my new meal, a mess of wheezing lard.

Wheezes turn forth into into needy moans as I cram oversized snacks into my gurgling, ever-demanding stomach. The hunger never fades. I waddle up to counters, rolls of fat spilling over the edge, struggling to hold up my mass, struggling even more to even consider holding back, cashiers wide-eyed as I demand feast after feast. shamelessly displaying my divine size, reveling in the hedonistic thrill of being such an enormous, unapologetic lardass, making a spectacle as i gorge messily, free from the tyrrany of manners. moaning wheezing and belching as i whine demanding more to be given to me by anyone around.

Time passes again, and soon the sheer weight of my bubbly ass and dangerously soft thighs crush all but the sturdiest chairs. Eventually I’m too heavy to rise on my own, whining and gasping as I’m hauled up, a team effort... only to find doorways shrunk, my pale flabby rear and gelatinous belly pressed tight against the frame, clothes long since abandoned, shivers as stretch marks litter my body like a sensitive tapestry of need. No help comes, instead the eager fussing of hands over me, worshipping every fold, pushing greasy food into my mouth again and again, stuffing me deeper into excess. Feeling my bloated mass grow more even while stuck... And still it isn’t enough. It will never be enough, make a display of sheer endless gluttony for all to see~

Fatten me until my belly hangs down to my knees. Let every inch of me be drowned in wobbling, gelatinous flab. Every fold revered like a shrine to gluttony. Spoil me until the word loses all meaning, every decadent urge indulged, every craving answered. Pamper me as I gain countless more pounds, until I’m nothing but a wheezing, needy blob of lard, crushing beds and couches beneath an endless sea of softness. Never stop making me larger... a flabby idol of gluttony, moaning and gasping, forever demanding more~

The abandon of pigging out hits me like warm tides: hedonistic, intoxicating, perfect in so many ways. I can't help but lose myself in such delicious neglect of any self control as the numbers on the scale climb. Each digit a little a prayer for more, whispered in my thoughts for how gloriously spoiled and corpulent I’m becoming. My belly swelling and softens, rising like warm dough that begs to be pressed and filled; it always wants more and I NEED to answer it with another hedonistic act of gluttony. Soft, heavy moobs pushing at my clothes, rounding out more and more... showing themselves with ever increasing unapologetic pride. My thighs and rear thickening like an ocean of fat born from indulgence like every part of me... wider and wider over time exactly as a true fatty should.

How can i stop when every surrender to my appetite is a decadent ceremony: a feast that fattens, a ritual that adds plush, comforting mass to my body. A cycle both delicious and deliberate, not so much a trap to escape, but a heaven I refuse to leave. Each pound of soft, yielding flesh is an offering of euphoria, addictive and utterly irresistible. Why resist when every added curve and crease is a blessing? With every blissful pound my clothes strain, seams complain and my favorite outfits fail to contain the new bounty that swells with every inch of flabby mass piled on.

I NEED to be spoiled, to be ruined by indulgence, feeders frequenting fast-food joints again and again to satiate my hedonistic need for more food, to have takeout stacked at my door until the delivery person can do nothing but stare at the spectacle of my expanding, flabby frame. chairs groaning under my rear, booths that refuse to close, seats that buckle and groan under my weight. Couches and beds will one day surrender too, collapsing beneath the glorious immensity of my flabby rear and oceanic gut as they spill over armrests and cushions, just a greedy, needy temple of flab, demanding worship.

Praise me when I stuff myself senseless; celebrate every stitch that pops, every tear of fabric that gives way to soft pale flesh. Feed my gluttonous form as it grows thicker, heavier, more gloriously indulgent. Worship my body as it were a temple. Make me more fatter, flood me with more adoration as more soft, sacred pounds down me in flab and folds. it will never be enough for such a greedy piggy~

Suns out chubs out! The constant need to pig out and grow softer is like a siren call to me this summer... And how could i resist gorging and glutting out on food like a good little pig, chugging down on litres of icecream I deserve, and fattening up on buffets and amounts of food for a small family... Soft plush pounds that grow more pronounced, pampered like the spoiled tub of lard that i am meant to be. Each hedonistic act of gluttony cementing the softness i have, growing my doughy belly, squishy thighs and increasingly jiggly moobs. All the while decadent high calorie delights I can hardly hope to resist all but compounds the truth that none of this softness can ever hope to go anywhere. Each milkshake saturated with heavy cream pushes my my gluttonous gut to flow out, each large tub of icecream unceremoniously poured into my waiting maw working against my poor pants, as it struggles to contain my beautiful flesh... Feeling my heart race as with each meal of unfettered gluttonous consumption, the pounds rise a little more... All the while im praised for being such a greedy piggy and my bodys fat and developing folds are worshipped as they should be~

from a fat pig, enabled to grow more lazy and spoiled, as my desires for more fat, more food grow, to a flabby mess of a whale completely unable to control their fanatic need for more food, more softness and more praise and worship. Apron of flab that is my belly surging out, leaving what lies beneath it a distant memory as it takes more and more of my vision. Chunky thighs so huge they could break watermelons rub against each other and my glowing belly bringing waves of jiggles with each heavy step. On the beach catching the eyes of anyone nearby all thanks to the sheer amount of flesh i carry, no attempt of restraint as i chug down shake after shake, meal after meal gorged on as i turn the beach into my personal buffet. Needing the help of multiple people to lift my flabby body up to stand before i slowly waddle to the next meal, wheezing, drenched with sweat as I whine, desperate for more...

The feeling of pigging out without any consideration to self-control is so hedonistically enthralling. Enraptured by my own climbing weight, numbers on the scale growing, evidence to how much of a spoiled corpulent fatty I've became. my belly increasingly soft and plush, rising like dough, desperate to be kneaded and demanding to be filled with as much food i can cram into my greedy mouth. How my moobs aoft and increasingly visible sit atop, growing like every part of my increasingly fat saturated body. How my thighs and rear grow thicker, wider and heavier just as a good fatty should. With each time i give into my addiction to food, a decadent feast that only results in my body's increasing mass, a cycle i cant and could never want to break. For each pound of softness is bliss.

And with every pound of soft plush fat that finds its way on my body brings the siren call of euphoria, addictive and unable to ever be resisted. And why would i ever resist? Every blissful pound is a blessing! So worship my body as my thighs and ass finally tear through my jeans, belly oh so clear against whatever i wear atop destined to be destroyed in the relentless growth of my gluttonous body. Praise me whenever I can't stop myself from stuffing myself like a greedy pig. Chairs straining under the weight of my flabby rear. I should be spoiled by going to fast food joints repeatedly, ruining whatever fitness i have all for the sake of more fat, more gluttony more... Worship my body like every soft curve is divine, every pound sacred and always needing more. Spoil me and ruin me like the lardass i am meant to be~

And it'll never be enough, such a greedy piggy like me deserves have more lard, to be swamped in more and more fat. My fat mass should be a spectacle for all to see. From the delivery boy that continues to bring my takeouts, gawking at my massive body, flabby belly and shelf of an ass blocking the doorway, to the people at the fast food joints i gorge like a pig at the trough in. Having to be pulled from the seats when i find my gelatinous mass stuck or when my flabby body inevitably breaks the seats. In time seats will become couches and beds that break under the sheer immensity of my girth, as my rear and collosal gut threatens to spill over the couch, so greedy, needy. Desperate to be worshipped like a temple of flab...

Will ever grace us with your fat body again??!

Planning to do so again very soon ;P

cupfeedcake

No matter what I do, I don't seem to be gaining weight

It's getting harder and harder for me to walk, but I still look as thin as always

baby what am I doing wrong? I'm so hungry

gottagetpig

Hhhh hot

Wishing you all a fatty new year from this greedy hog! I've done nothing but be a spoiled little fatty, constantly stuffing their face like a good little piggy these holidays, Feeling my body swell from the onslaught of fatty food and junk I stuff into my mouth. With each decadent feast I've had, I can't stop myself, pigging out moaning softly as my unabashed gluttony draws the eyes of onlookers. The ecstasy I feel as my moobs grow more larger and more grabbable, belly growing softer, expanding like dough with soft grabbable fat that I can't keep my hands from feeling all the while my need for more continues to grow, making piggy greedier and more demanding. Fat piggies like me should be spoiled, fattened just like they deserve and every new roll worshipped. The straining of my clothes as my calorie addled body grows bit by bit, threatening to burst as I continue to pig out, feeling the addictive euphoria as my thighs and ass strain against my jeans, my belly rising more and more over my lap for the world to see, until a sudden pop as buttoned jean suddenly have none, my soft flabby belly rolling further out causing me to whine and stuff myself with renewed vigour, in heaven stuffing my increasingly gelatinous body. I can't and won't stop myself from stuffing my fat face whenever i can, after all a piggy like me deserves all the food, praise and belly worship they want,. The people around me giving me seconds, thirds, just to satiated me. Some giving their own meals knowing im just such an insatiable hog and deserve so much more...

Even as the holidays draw to a close I won't stop, can't stop stuffing myself like an uncontrolled hog. Feeling my body swell as hazy, addicting desires for so much more gluttony and flab pervade my piggy mind. Weeks become months of constant gluttony. Months become years as every gluttonous desire is fulfilled unabated. The hedonistic spoiling spiraling as my weight climbs higher and higher still. Sounds of huffing and wheezing fills the room as I struggle to waddle forward immense apron of dough that is my belly swathed in countless folds and fat. Every inch of fat jiggling with every lumbering step, massive mounds that make my moobs and belly obstruct my view. Wheezes give way to moans as I shove whatever huge snack I can into my gurgling ever demanding stomach. The desire for more food grows as i slowly waddle over to the counter, rolls of fat flowing over the counter, leaving the cashier in awe as I order feast after feast. Before waddling slowly over to the table shocking everyone with my size and unabashed gluttony, taking hedonistic pleasure at how much of a huge piggy I am. Months pass again and the sheer heft of my massive bubbly ass and dangerously soft thighs break all but the most heavy duty of chairs, until eventually I become too heavy to get up myself, whining and wheezing as I'm helped up to my fat buried feet only to be unable to fit through Doorways. Flabby rear and gelatinous belly pressed against the frame, free from any constraint of clothing. Eager hands of my doting feeders worship every fold and inch of fat, eagerly placing greasy foods into my mouth stuffing me more and more. And it'll not be enough for me, it'll never be enough.

Fatten me until my flabby belly hangs to my knees. When every part of my body becomes swathed with flab and gelatinous. Every fold worshipped as a temple gluttony.~

Spoiled more and more until the word loses meaning, every hedonistically gluttonous desire I have fulfilled. Pampered and praised as I gain countless more pounds.~

Turn me into a wheezing blob of lard constantly fattened, crushing everything from beds to couches beneath a growing ocean of flab. Moaning and wheezing demandingly for more~

Fatten your idol of gluttony~

Merry Christmass from your local lardass. Stuffing my piggy gut so much these holidays feels so euphoric. Just eating and eating like a good little fatty, being given all the food I deserve and more. Feeling the pounds on my swelling frame as I gorge. Getting to be pampered like the spoiled piggy prince I am with food, helping my soft and increasingly thick thighs and increasingly doughy belly grow. each day filled with oh so decadent high calorie delights I can never resist all too happy to shovel the next cake, turkey and pie into my fat addicted face as my ass strains, thighs and belly strain from my clothes, until through the frenzy of it all I feel my pants rip, my top burst and buttons pop, unable to stifle a moan at the pleasure of doing so before continuing to gorge with renewed vigour. I deserve to be spoiled like the fat prince I am, through food, praise and worship

My gorging won't stop after Christmas, as I grow more lazy and spoiled, as my desires for more fat, more food grow my soft squishy body will blossom with more and more lard just begging to be worshipped. My gluttonous belly becomes a dough apron constantly gurgling, demanding more food as slowly waddle over to the next feast shocking people with my delectably huge heft, wheezing and waddling my way to the door ready to grace the next lucky delivery boy or fast food cashier with my divinely huge heft. My marshmallow thighs and huge bubbly ass so swathed with fat they'd fill a couch with ease. Doorways a constant struggle needing to be pushed at points as my gelatinous rear presses and eventually dwarfs the doorway. My huge body deserves to be worshipped for the icon of gluttony it is. Growing heavier and larger as I grow all the more spoiled and gluttonous. Eventually waddling a few steps leaves me wheezing, drenched with sweat as I whine and reach for the next few burgers eager to break the bed and new boundaries of my weight...

My body is a temple

So worship every roll

Spoil me rotten

Feed me more.~

Have you considered Patreon or Only Fans?

Maybe some day I will if theres enough interest ^^

God, i can't get over how hedonistically wonderful it feels just letting go of any pretence of self-control. How good if it feels to see my weight climb higher and higher as i grow like the spoiled corpulent fatty i am. Feeling my moobs grow more pronounced, my belly surging out with soft grabbable fat as i grow fatter and more demanding. My flabby thighs so soft and squishy need to be worshipped just like the rest of me, every inch of fat deserving to be felt, squeezed, and made bigger. With each decadent feast i let myself go hog wild, i can feel my body grow that bit softer, my clothes that much tighter. The addictive euphoria I feel as my thighs and ass strain against my jeans, my belly slowly peeking out from whatever top it's constrained in... each piece of clothing eventually destined to tear, burst, or otherwise be beaten by my increasingly gelatinous body. I can't stop myself from stuffing my fat face whenever i can. All the while, i take up more space like a greedy pig. Going to fast food joints repeatedly, some even giving me extra knowing im just such an insatiable hog and deserve more...

Mmn i need so much more...my body needs to be swathed in more and more lard. Huge greedy fat belly flowing forward as i waddle over to the fridge, wheezing as i reach the door and stun the delivery boy with my heft as i greedily take the stacks of fastfood i ordered, destined to end up cultivating more and more soft rolls. thighs so squishy and large they could make trees jealous with their sheer girth, huge rear brushing against the sides of the hall, getting stuck in each doorway. Shocking who ever sees my ever growing body as it grows fat enough to break chairs...then sofas...then beds as i continue to spiral further into decadent gluttony, my body an ever growing shrine of lard, needing to be worshipped...

I adore how it feels to grow fatter and fatter with each passing day. The erotic feeling that fills my chest whenever i feel my plump and greedy belly pushing against my clothes more and more. The euphoria that fills me whenever i play with my increasingly doughy body, feeling the layer of soft malleable flab that grows ever thicker and ever more excessive. Pairs of trousers once able to fit now struggle against my widening hips and thighs, buttons bursting, fabric tearing as my corpulent mass beats them one by one. Feeling myself taking up more space like a greedy pig as i go to fast food joints again and again and again. With every view from the mirror admiring my growing fat. Able to see each curve, each new stretchmark.

It's not enough though. I know that deep down, it'll never be. The heavier i get, the more enraptured i am with my flab and more i want to grow. Every meal i stuff myself with, the more i need to satiate my appetite. And so the cycle of growing softer and softer continues with ever increasing fervour. My bed begins to groan under the weight of my girth with my flabby mass filling and in time spilling beyond its boundaries, heavy thumps and creaks as i waddle towards the kitchen to devour my next meal feeling my fat brush against the halways and counters, until instead i simply get feeders to do all that work for me, worshiping me as im pampered and treated like the spoilt fat brat i am, in bliss from the sheer gluttony and amount of flab i have, constantly getting more and more...just like a good fatty like me deserves

Your low underbelly pics are peak

They're a favourite of mine to take 😌

i would love to cook for you, i'd spoil you a lot with it :)

Awww hehe i love being a spoiled piggy~

Ive been pigging out so much this summer and it feels so good, feeling my belly fill up with all the food i keep stuffing into it, feeling how i get softer and squishier each day is divine. But god am i desperate to pig out on so much more fattening junk. The feeling of ecstasy i get cramming my greedy little face with food each day, knowing each fattening treat i swallow helps to make me a bigger, fatter pig is so addicting. It leaves me wanting more, NEEDING more. Each day need more, much more shoved into my mouth by some doting feeders, helping my lardy body grow softer and bigger, my decadent and flabby body worshipped for the decadent symbol of gluttony it is...

The way i feel my soft plush and squishable fat swell steadily day after day, more and more of me to adore, to feed, to grow...like an addiction it leaves me craving for so much more, my soft belly should be huge flowing out like a tide of soft, grabbable rolls and doughy fat, hanging over my body like a huge apron of flab, each day growing more and more alongside my growing gluttony. doughy flabby thighs so deliciously massive and squishy that any amount of movement results in every inch of soft gluttonous fat jiggling, showing to everyone what a lardass i am. My fat ass large enough it engulfs anything unfortunate beneath, feeling every chair i sit in creak in agony as they buckle beneath my gluttonous girth to my incessant desire for more and more... to flaunt my body off on the beaches as the temple of gluttony gluttony would be divine...but its not enough....i need to have every inch of my growing corpulence cared and pampered by devoted feeders like the decadent hog i am, growing more addicted to getting bigger and bigger as my weight grows rapidly unchecked and unrestrained like a true temple of gluttony it was always weant to be.

You know it won't ever be enough for me though, ill always need more food and more flab for you to worship...

Im such an insatiable piggy, unable to stop myself from stuffing this increasingly squishy, demanding belly with more and more food. Im craving more and more as of late, desperate to pig out on as much junk as i can. Its so good cramming my face with food each day, but like the greedy, gluttonous fatty I am, it's never enough...i deserve more. Each day i want oh so much more, to have more food shoved into my lardy body... As my flabby form grows ever larger, an icon to my decadent gluttony...

I can feel my lardy body slowly swelling with more and more fat each passing day, growing softer and squishier and i with every day that passes, each day i gorge my lardass, feel my soft growing fat... I know that I crave it even more. I need my greedy fat belly to surge forward like an unstoppable flood of soft, jiggling rolls, flowing over my body like a huge apron of flab. I need my doughy thighs to be so colossal and squishy that they make tree trunks look minuscule, and can be used like pillows, a rear so immense it engulfs entire sofas, easily breaking chairs as it jiggles to my incessant gluttony... My body is a temple of gluttony and every inch of my corpulence deserves to be smothered in layers upon layers of soft, luxurious fat. A fatass addicted to growing bigger, my gelatinous frame groeing more decadently soft as my gluttony grows unchecked and unrestrained always so devoted to getting fatter. And like the greedy hog i am, I'll always need to grow oh so much bigger...

chubby-feedee

What if i want both of them 🫣🐷

gottagetpig

Ouufff this please

#feeding kink

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