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@hungryhypno
burping and waddling to bed
too many cheat days !!!
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The “pretty girl that loves food” to “submissive obese pig slut” pipeline is very real
Being fat is not just a physical state. It's a mindset. It's the conscious effort to not take any more steps than absolutely necessary. It's wilfully ignoring the signals from your brain and your stomach, telling you you've had enough. It's giving in to every impulse, whenever and whereever you see something tasty. It's pulling over at McDonald's on your way home even though you were grocery shopping the day before. It's saying "fuck it" and ordering pizza while the healthy vegetables and fruit slowly rot away. It's the pulling up a chair in front pf the fridge in the middle of the night. It's skipping yet another day at the gym. It's casually making fun of the things you can't do anymore while secretely being terrified. It's accepting your fate. It's giving in after giving in after giving in. It's okay piggy. Let it go and roll with it. I'm there.
i need someone to ruin me.
not in the fun flirty way. i mean actually, literally, take me apart. feed me until i can't walk without waddling, until breathing feels like a chore, until my body is nothing but soft, heavy proof of your obsession. i want to be swollen with indulgence, stuffed past reason, spoiled beyond recognition.
i want to wake up in a haze of hunger and syrup-sweet affection, only to be greeted by another round of force-fed breakfasts in bed. i want you to look at me like i'm your prize pig, your project, your possession.
i want the teasing, the pressure, the constant, creeping growth. i want the way you’ll sneer when i say i’m full, the way you’ll smile when the scale creaks louder every day. I want your hands everywhere, greedy and proud, shaping me like clay into exactly what you want.
no escape. no diet. no mercy. Just feed me.
i want to be broken—beautifully, thoroughly—by appetite.
i want to be yours in the most obscene way possible. a thing you keep fattened, pampered, and pumped full of calories until i’m unrecognizable. until i'm helpless. until my body is a bloated, quivering monument to your obsession and my surrender.
don’t just feed me. force me. hold me down and pour milkshakes past my lips until i’m whining and leaking and begging you to stop, even as my gut growls for more. make me cry from fullness, then coo in my ear about how proud you are. tell me i was made to be this soft, this greedy, this round.
push me to the brink. watch me struggle to lift myself from the bed you’ve made my prison. slap the side of my belly and laugh when it jiggles for seconds after. make me wear tight clothes just so you can watch them give out, seams snapping like they’ve finally admitted defeat.
you said you wanted a pig? then feed me like one. treat me like one. no dignity, no limits. spoon after spoon, bite after bite, until i’m gasping and drooling and too heavy to fight you. make me need you to eat, to move, to breathe.
make me forget who i was before you turned me into this.
just a swollen, spoiled, overfed mess made for your pleasure.
Strawberry Ice Cream Cake
Me reclining back on the couch with a vibrator between my legs while a feeder pours melted ice cream down my throat. I get to be fattened while I lazily cum and they get to watch every inch of me jiggle knowing that they are making me worse
๋ ࣭ ⭑ 𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓇𝒾𝑜 𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 >ᴗ<
I’ve gotten soooooo fat lately. I can feel my belly creeping up my lap and my thighs touching ALL the time. I love mindless groping myself now, there’s so much to play with. I especially love my love handless, I can playing with them makes my gut move as well. I love the shame it brings me too, I sat on my ass and ate myself to the point where my clothes don’t fit. I lie to myself and tell myself my jeans still fit - they don’t I struggle to get them over this nice wobbly belly I’ve grown. I lie and tell myself I don’t want to gain more weight, I do. I adore not fitting into things and being soft, I especially love how horny I am all the time now and how easy it is to cum. I love giving into being fat.
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