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Taking her on a little ‘field trip’ to a farm just so she can see a literal example of the goal weight I’ve set for her. Making her watch the cows lazily grazing in the field while I whisper in her ear that their mindless constant eating is the exact behavior I expect from her now. Watching her face flush as she realizes I’m comparing her soft growing body to livestock, not caring that I can see her getting wet just thinking about becoming that massive and that cared for. All this just to set the tone before I take her through three different drive thrus on the way home and start piling the bags of greasy addiction into her lap~
I’d spend the whole ride calling her my pretty good girl while I watch her struggle to breathe under the weight of everything she’s desperately swallowing. Both of us getting turned on watching her gorge herself uncomfortably past her limits and so swollen with salt and fat that she can barely even shift in her seat while she mindlessly keeps reaching for more fries... She’d be too deep in that heavy overstuffed fog, to realize I’m making it physically impossible for her to ever stop grazing until she’s finally caught up to the cows in the field... and even if she realizes, she wouldn’t care anyway. We have the same goal and it’s to make her so ruined and docile that she starts to crave the comparison because she knows that the bigger she gets the more I’m going to worship her and keep her blissfully stuffed to the brim, the more she’ll find hickeys and bite marks mixed in with her stretch marks, and the more my lust and devotion intertwined will be poured into her and her growing body~
By the time we pull into the driveway she’ll be reminded that she’s nothing but a gorgeously heavy pile of greed who’s ready to be bred and fed until she’s too heavy to even remember what it felt like to be anything but an angel of gluttony turned into a cow. <3
I just ate 2000 kcal in one sitting just because I want to be ridiculously fat that my body looks like a caricature
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I sit and watch you try to sit up in bed, not because I’d mind helping, but because I love to watch you struggle. I love catching that glint of horror cross your eyes, when you realize your whopping belly is just too heavy to move without grabbing hold of the sheets for leverage.
You groan, tired and helpless, pushing yourself upright with both hands while your belly sloshes around unpredictably — a completely separate entity from you. You’re already winded. We haven’t even started the day.
“Good morning fatass” I coo, leaning in to kiss your sweat-damp temple. “Enjoy being able to get out of bed while you still can. It shouldn’t be long now.”
You shoot me a look, half blushing, half flushed from the movement, and try to get to your feet. The swaying of your body with the slightest movement is unavoidable now. You don’t walk at all; you waddle. You don’t step; you haul. All that lard packed tight onto your thighs, slapping and jostling against itself, belly dragging you downward like an anchor of pure fat.
I trail behind you as you lumber toward the bathroom, and I can’t stop smiling. The way every inch of you bounces and sways. The slow, rhythmic harmony of your belly chafing on your thighs and the floorboards creaking is hypnotic. And when you finally pull yourself into the shower and plop down onto the shower chair, you let out a huff that can only be interpreted as a sigh of relief. Because we both know you barely made it.
When you come out, you use your gut to ground the towel in place around your waist, and you sit on the edge of the toilet. I hand you your socks and wait. Watch. You try to lift your leg to cross your ankle over your knee, but your belly presses up into your chest. You have to lean back to breathe multiple times, and I can’t hide the fact that your immense struggle at the simple task of putting on socks is making me squirm with pleasure. You roll them half on and you’re left red-faced and gasping. I can see the sweat pooling at your collarbone.
“You ever think about how permanent this is?” I say as I pinch a lump of your triple chin between my fingers. “How this isn’t weight you can ever lose? It’s your whole life now. You’re never getting smaller. There’s no ‘bouncing back.’ Your body is ruined, baby. Completely useless except to me. And all because you're such a hopeless, impotent glutton.
One day you’ll wake up, try to get out of bed, and realize the only thing you’re capable of is wiggling your fingers. You won’t even see it coming.”
Getting so fat that your arms and legs have rolls on them, even your rolls have rolls as you keep gaining. What was once a side roll is now a full back and belly roll that connects like an inflatable inner tube. Your fat thighs squish together, but now they're so big they actually push each other apart, folding in on themselves as you keep stacking more weight onto your already overburdened frame. Even your arms are huge. They overflow with fat, and your upper arm now hangs flabbily over your elbows as the weight pulls them down. Your fat fingers are swollen with lard as your hands grab more food to fill yourself with. Your back rolls hang so low they rest on your giant shelf of an ass, and your tits are getting as big on the side as they are out front. Any clothes you wear make you look like a can of biscuits that burst open with soft, doughy flesh to grab and knead.
Thinking about a weight transfer scenario where a group of chubby girls hand feed me some type of magic cake that transfers all of their their excess fat onto me with every bite and by the time it’s all eaten I’m easily 300-400lbs fatter and all of them brag about having their “dream bodies” while the chair creaks under my weight.
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You are a piggy who just wants to be stuffed like a Turkey 24/7 so that you can achieve massive proportions. You want to be so fat that you can't move, your body being nothing more than a overblown balloon ready to burst. You want to see every ounce of flesh on your body jiggle, even at the slightest of movements. You want a feeder who can fill you up and pleasure you like the porker you are and give you well deserved belly rubs.
You know who you are piggies 🐷🐷🐷
Don’t think i ever looked this big 🐷
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🤤fr drooling over myself. In case anyone is wondering, did less than 200 steps today!
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Something I think is very hot is how much you're justifying your lack of health and mobility to yourself.
Stop pretending its inevitable now that you're 300 lbs. We both know that if you really wanted to you could improve your health and live a relatively normal life. I don't mean lose weight either, I simply mean improving your strength and endurance a little bit to move your new bulk with ease. There are plenty of people fat 300+ lbs that live relatively normal lives, go on hikes, play sport, work in physical jobs etc.
It'd be some work but that could be you too, you could then even keep gaining again at a reasonable pace. Have a few years (and few hundred lbs) before your life becomes this restricted.
Just admit the problem isn't your current size. Its you, you're just too lazy, too stupid, too weak willed to stop the path you're on. You're going to keep blowing up, keep piling on all this useless lard while telling yourself its not your fault, you just gained too much too quickly to turn it around.
For most people immobility doesn't become a serious concern until 550+ lbs but I'll be surprised if you can still move at 450 with how you act. At age where most people at travelling the world and at their physical peak too.
Eat up hog, I can't wait to watch 😘
yeah 😵💫 i’m gonna do better i swear…..
Been thinking about an ask I got recently about pear inflation underwear that gradually give you a big juicy pear ass, just taking it a step further
Like being told by the gifter that the longer you wear them for, the more of you will turn green and the bigger and juicier your ass, thighs and hips will get, but if the green reaches all the way to your head then that means the juice has reached your brain and you'll grow a little pear stem and leaf out the top of your head which will take away allll your normal person thoughts with it, reducing you to a dumb juicy pear whose ass will swell so fat and sloshy that you can't go anywhere
Not wearing the underwear for a while will cause the spread of the juice and your visible green skin to slow and reduce, but the longer you wear them for at once, the faster it'll spread
And god, it feels soooooooo good to wear them. So nice to feel your body plump up with juice and see the way people look at you with lust and jealousy as they get hypnotised by your alluring curves. You know the risks, but it wouldn't hurt to wear them for one more day, right? And another? And another... until it's too late and you're a sweet, dumb pear with a huge fuckable ass 🍐
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Dumbing Down
I don't just want to make you fatter, I want to turn you into a completely brainless prized pig. I want you dumb and drooling at the mouth each time I bring you food. I want you so obsessed with eating that you can't even function without a full belly. All you should be thinking about is your next meal, your next funneling session... No thoughts, no worries, no ambitions... Only dreams of a thicker waistline, and a bigger appetite.