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Big pasta dinner tonight. Belly is looking round as hell. Measurements and weigh in coming soon.

Haber you ever pinned someone to the wall with that huge ball of fat?

Actually yes haha. A few times.

This gut is out of control. Someone help me tame it?

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When the sweatpants get tight, you know you might be getting fat

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broaderstrokes

thecrownestt

As much as one can remove it from simply being fat, too fat to easily move, and avoiding those consequences, laziness and being lazy is maybe the hottest quality in someone?

It's not that you get out of breath from walking around the house. It's that you don't WANT to. You didn't when you were chubby. You didn't when it was easy, or even convenient.

You didn't want to. At all.

No spark. No wants. No needs.

It's the absence of insecurities. To be unbothered. Watching a partner come and go, in and out of the house, arranging things for your fancy. It's not selfish. It's not bossy. It's not a lack of respect.

True laziness means you don't even ask for such things. It simply happens to you.

It never occurs to say no. To stop it. That requires effort.

Be lazy.

doomedl-ove

"are you normal about-" no I'm an insane pervert

doublequaterpounder

I do not regret choosing to get fat.

I’ve loved that i made this choice and gaining weight has been incredible and everything i was worried about when i was skinny about making this choice did not matter

i want everyone who is tempted to gain to just try it out (you can always lose it but allow yourself to love it and it will be so much fun)

Reblog this lol if you also don’t regret getting fat and let everyone see that this doesn’t have to be a regretful shameful secretive choice you can be fat and thrive!

narafeedee

i love fat.

i love fat that conforms to the conditions you subject it to, that hangs low when you stand, and spreads indecently around you when seated.

i love how even the most minor movement makes your body sway. how hard it is to quell that momentum once you've gotten it going, and how easy it is to let yourself be led by it.

i love fat in places it "shouldn't" be. an extra roll under your already-suffocating double-chin, excess pockmarking every inch of your thighs, fat that hangs heavy from the hips and sags low.

i love fat that's loud. that slaps your thighs if you try to run. fat that demands to be seen. i love fat when it's worn by an even louder personality. i love unapologetic fat.

anyway, how's your Wednesday?

olive-oil-boy

i simply believe that two people falling in love and getting enormously fat together is the height of romance

toofattolive

Get a girl who gets off on ruining you with fat.

A girl who makes sure you an always have plenty of snacks within arms reach, who cooks every meal with 3x more cream and butter than it calls for, who insists you eat until your stomach feels like it’s going to burst because it turns her on.

A girl who praises you as you outgrow all your clothes, tells you how hot it is that your tits are bigger than hers and your belly hangs half way to your knees, who can barely contain herself watching you struggling to breathe just sitting down from all the fat she’s packed onto you.

A girl who forces you to waddle into the doctors office with her so you can be poked and prodded and told “you’re massively morbidly obese”, “incredibly unhealthy”, “If you don’t lose a drastic amount of weight now you’ll be lucky to have 10 more years”. All while she tells him how hard it is to make you eat healthy, how you refuse to do any exercise besides bringing junk food to your mouth. She’s so sincere you almost believe her but you know her panties are soaked through hearing the damage she’s done to you.

She leaves with a smile and you with a bag full of pills for your struggling heart and liver and blood pressure and diabetes. She helps you as you wheeze your way to the car and get in with some effort. She slides into the drivers seat and pats your belly as she plugs in the route to the nearest fast food joint. She orders enough food for a family of ten, all of it dripping with grease. She pulls in to the parking lot, she can’t wait to get home she needs to stuff you now. She slides one hand between your thick rolls as she brings the first mammoth bacon cheeseburger to your lips and says “You wanna make me feel good don’t you baby? The doctor said you’d be lucky to have 10 years but that’s so far away… I know you can eat yourself to death for me in 3”

You’re helpless as she pushes every calorie filled bite into your face. There was never any going back, your only purpose is to eat your way into an early grave for her pleasure.