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I'm getting freaking HUGE!! 🐷

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KFC stuffing
I'm getting freaking HUGE!! 🐷
To my little cows:
Dear little cows, who struggle on your path to happiness, let me help you take that step you might be missing to truly be happy.
The first step is to ask yourself: Do I care about what others say?
The quick answer should be no. However, I know that cows, my dear fat girls, are vain. To that, let me tell you that most likely your first outfit—the one you actually felt comfortable in—was the perfect one, the absolute best. There is no point in worrying about the latest fashion trends or what you will wear to work tomorrow if you don’t feel good yourself. Your body is beautiful; if you want it to be bigger, so be it, because it will be even more beautiful.
Forget the burden imposed by society, your parents, the church, the office; none of that matters. Food is not going to judge you; food is only there to fatten you up. What’s more, it will make you happier, so go on, eat, fill your belly, and rejoice in the message of fatness and joy.
A common doubt would be to ask: if I break free, what will I do then?
My dear little cows, my sweet heifers, let go of that heavy burden that binds you, that makes you unhappy. Thinking about what people will say, worrying about those meaningless things... wouldn't it be better to be delighting in the most exquisite meals while your Satisfyer or clitoral sucker runs and makes you feel good?
The world isn't going anywhere. Let your biggest goal be to watch your clothing sizes grow, seeing how your clothes get tighter and smaller to the point of nudity—to the point where you grow faster than clothes can even be provided for you.
Forget about work, my little cow. Let your biggest worry be whether the soda is enough for your meal; let it never feel like enough. You know you deserve more—more food, more attention. Render yourself useless to everything that doesn't make you happy. Get fat, stay in a constant state of horniness, and let the Satisfyer and your food be your greatest joys.
Let your mind go; if you think of nothing, nothing can affect you. Rejoice in the hedonism of being constantly turned on and never having an empty stomach. That should be your horizon, your final destination, your sole and ultimate objective. By being a pig, you won't suffer any hardship; by eating like a cow, you will be happier, being horny and aroused all day long. You won't have to think about anything because you will have everything, and nothing else will matter, and because your head will be so intoxicated with pleasure that you won't be much different from a farm animal.
Have I still not managed to convince you?
I understand. Well, my cute little chubby girl, let me tell you how I see it: stretch marks are not just marks, they are medals, badges that make you unique. The redder and larger they are, the better, because they only prove the wild abandon your gluttony has developed, how your appetite has grown, and how you have finally broken free. The rolls on your arms will increase, becoming soft and delicious; your belly will grow and your appetite will too, but you mustn't worry. A good little cow is not judged for her fattening; she is rewarded.
Your mobility will be reduced to the bare minimum: the bathroom, occasional shopping, receiving food deliveries. Over time, even those will decrease until the bed becomes your entire world. It is at that moment that all the attention will be yours alone. The only thing you will do is open your mouth to eat and move your arms to bring in more food. As for the rest, someone else will have to take care of you, just like a breeder of a Wagyu heifer would do—with the difference that they aren't fattening you up to eat you, but to delight in your potential for sheer laziness.
Buying clothes?
Forgotten, it’s not necessary; you’ll barely have to worry about it. It’s likely you’ll spend most of your time naked, and the few clothes you have left will become too small sooner or later. Being naked all day like an animal is the best; it allows your skin to be monitored and gives you the absolute freedom to move completely at your ease.
So, for this and much more, become a cow, a heifer—fat, dumb, horny, in constant heat, but above all things, happy.
Just one day to worry!
A whole lifetime (a short one) to enjoy!
Being a cow is the way.
Being a cow is the ideal.
Being a cow will last until your ❤️🧡 can't take it anymore.
Being a cow is everything you need and more.
I love when my boyfriend catcches snaps of my just naturally looking OBESE 🐷😈
Hogged out today a lot, full asf but I’m craving more ice cream, and I know I have more room in here. Iv also downed almost an entire 2 liter in one evening. Not even a whole day, which makes me think I could probably do two if I wanted to pretty easy now.
Also eating big burgers on the regular and trying to eat a lil more each day. Anyone who wants to encourage and motivate me to eat dm me. And especially dm me if you want me to grow you back. We’re H4H (hog for hog)
How much weight do you think you could pack on a feedee during a binge watching streak of TNG/DS9/Voyager. I’ve seen all the movies throughout all the eras but never dedicated time to sit down and watch the series. That’s a lot of hours after all…
Ooooooh hoh boi that poor piggy won't be able to get up off the couch when I am done with him.
Let's assume he is only going to watch what I tell him - because I am his Goddess and as a Goddess I have fucking standards. So, the shows I would make him watch are TNG, DS9, SNW, and Lower Decks between all of which there is 358 hrs of TV . Meaning, that my piggy would be sitting on the couch and gorging on quality media as well as delectable fattening foods and shakes for 44 days straight. If he is watching 8 hrs per day and sleeping off his stuffing stupors the rest of the time lets do the math:
44 days x 6000 calories a day = 264,000
264000 ÷ 3500 = 75.42 lb.
My piggy would be pinned to the couch by his fat, enormous, unwieldy gut by the end of the marathon AND would be able to keep up with my unending citations of the Rules of Acquisition. Honestly, what a win!
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four years time difference and I still can’t stop jiggling (oooorr keep my top on) 💓🐷🤤
the button on my shorts popped off a few minutes ago so it’s officially bimbo brain hours.
sitting by the light of the fridge 🙂↕️💓✨
I got BIG 👀
just a pig and her 3kg bucket of biscoff spread 😋
Dreaming of being 400+ ❤️❤️❤️ can’t believe I was a nurse just a few years ago… 😂
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how did I grow this much in just a couple of months?
From experience, 500lbs is the line of no return.
300lbs is undeniably fat - you're not chubby or thick or husky. You're fat. You either like it, or are ambivalent enough it doesn't scare you the way it would other people. You can still participate in society, mostly, but the world doesn't have to stop to accommodate you.
+400lbs is definitely eyebrow raising for society. It's being unable to clothes shop at even Walmart. Its forcing you to slow down, forcing you out of normal society because you simply do not fit. It's modifying your habits, changing to more sedentary hobbies. It's having to take up 2 seats on a packed flight, impacting a strangers life when they find that plane full. But instead of letting all that mortification spark change, no, something pleasurable coils in your belly and whispers "its not that bad yet"
500lbs?
Thats a level of obesity you're not ready for. Trust me, and I barely dipped my toe in that class of obesity.
Simple things that you've taken for granted, things that have remained as your athleticism dwindled, now suddenly seem like Olympian feats. Waddling through a store? Might as well call the ambulance to wait for your inevitable collapse. An incline? No, silly, might as well call it Everest. Standing at the stove to cook? Bold to not have a chair nearby. Clothes for fat people? Ha, you've sized out of specialty stores. Now you need custom clothes. Getting off the couch? Now you gotta plan how many times you can get up and so you make those one or two attempts count by stacking snacks around you.
Once you hit 500lbs, and you ignore that tiny quiet voice saying, "woah, hey, lets slow down" and instead listen to that roaring hunger in your belly...
Well, you'll be able to tell us what 600lbs brings soon enough.
i like big numbers, what can i say 🤭
Turning myself on bc when did I get this fat 💗💗😵💫