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[unbridledgluttony]

It turns out relentlessly stuffing your face until you can’t breathe every day pays off 😳

But seriously though, I’m just not even sure what to say anymore…

[gain-stuff-eat]

i think it needs to be said

you are out of control

the amount of food you've been able to pack away has become outrageous

i rarely see you without a treat in your hand or your mouth full

have you even noticed that your clothes barely fit?

your belly is literally hanging out of your shirt. didn't that fit fine two weeks ago?

all day, you're wandering into kitchen or going to the door for another delivery. your steps are getting heavier, the floors creak - the furniture, too. don't think i haven't noticed how those meals keep getting larger, that they're making you bigger as it becomes easier for you to shovel them down in one sitting

i hear the moans and the whimpers you make. the indulgent groans. the satisfied sighs. the little overfull burps that slip out as you keep digging in. how you pat and slap your belly for more room. the panting and huffing, the sounds of struggle your beached form makes as you break from your mindless bingeing to get more food

we used to have leftovers and now it seems like the fridge is empty practically the moment it's restocked. should i mention all the times i've caught you in the middle of the night, lit by its open door in an ill-fitting sleep shirt, another top that i remember once being loose, as you've fondled your exposed stomach with one hand and couldn't stop eating with the other?

i really don't think you've noticed, or maybe you've stopped caring, that your clothes don't fit like they used to. with the way your pants button flew off when you sat down the other night and your gut pushed the zipper down, spilling into your lap. you barely looked embarrassed, more relieved than anything, maybe even a little turned on - and then you just reached over and grabbed more to eat

your gluttony, your hedonism, has clearly taken over. you just keep getting bigger and softer. wider. heavier. your don't even think about it anymore, as your hands wander to your belly and jiggle and play with it absently, finger occasionally drifting up your navel. i've noticed how breathless you become, how you start shifting as if it's not noticeable how worked up you get at the blatant fact you've made yourself so fat

you're obviously hopelessly addicted to what you've done to yourself. what you've become. looking at yourself in the mirror, proud of all your hard work of eating and sleeping and masturbating on repeat. it's impressive, your dedication to be change. to be nearly unrecognizable. fuller. larger.

you can't stop, can you?

[futurebedboundnerd]

'Exercise' after a snack

I'm so full here... 1 litre of ice cream, 4 chocolate bars, 2 protein bars, about 20 biscuits, 900ml soda... just a little snack ;)

[futurebedboundnerd]

immobility is closer everyday

[fatmink]

for the anon :) had my friend help me out with it

[sophiesbelly]

I guess this is what you call fit to fat 🫣

Fit, strong, athletic dancer turned into an obese, lazy, addicted feedee only wanting to grow even bigger...

Would you believe me if I said these photos were less than three years apart? 😬

[youretheonlyonewhoknows]

Immobile

CW: Intox

"I...oh god...I - I can't move..."

I've really done it this time. My stomach heaves in front of me and touches the floor, sagging down between my thickened thighs. In front of me lies 2 empty pizza boxes, the remnants of the last cheesecake I forced into my mouth and 5 empty cups, all dripping with the last bits of that creamy milkshake you handmade for me. 'All to support my precious little piglet', you've said. Trying to sit up just a little more is futile, I'm just too full...

"Awh baby, are you struggling to move? Goodness, you've really pushed yourself tonight for me haven't you..."

Even with the lightest touch, his fingers can sink into an immense amount of flesh that's been shaped by countless acts of sheer gluttony and with no signs of slowing down. Despite how bloated I am, despite the alarming amount of food that I've managed to consume tonight and every night before...I need to keep going. I just need to get a little more comfortable is all...

"Don't worry sweetheart, you can get much more comfortable just as soon as you finished this next order okay? Here, smoke another joint,...there we go, feeling better? Good, good...that's it, that's my good piggy..."

[fatterbiggersofter]

Hungry

"I'm still hungry" you say to yourself, after finishing what should have been a big meal. You really shouldn't have more, you've been gaining a few pounds. But then again why shouldn't you keep eating, if you're hungry? That's your body telling you that you need more…

"I'm hungry again," you mutter to yourself, so soon after finishing your meal. The fridge feels so far away when you're this full, but you can tell you're not too full to heave yourself up and get a snack. You really ought to cut back, but it's hard to think about anything else once you start thinking about food…

"I'm not even hungry," you admit to yourself, finding your way to the kitchen again so soon after eating, pulling more treats out of your cabinets. "Snacks" and "meals" don't really mean anything anymore. It's just a constant stream of food filling you up, barely any time to enjoy what you eat as you cram bite after bite into your straining, overstretched stomach…

"Oh god, I'm so hungry," you whimper to yourself, waking up in the middle of the night, reaching over your bloat and bulk only as far as your bedside table to find something sweet to placate your immense appetite a little longer. Going more than a couple hours without eating just isn't realistic at this point, not at your size…

"You're hungry, aren't you?" your feeder tells you, pushing another bite of your favorite takeout to your lips. You can practically feel yourself getting fatter as you chew, but you ignore the intense, bloated feeling in your stomach and the itching of your stretch marks, too enamored with never worrying for more than a few seconds when the next bite is coming…

"Are you still hungry?" your feeder asks, patting your soft, swollen belly, which has really gotten inconveniently heavy at this point, hasn't it? Pinning you down like this...

You realize that you don't even know anymore. You haven't actually been hungry in a while, have you? You've just trained yourself to eat and eat and eat, losing all sense of whether your body can handle another bite, nevermind whether it needs more food…

But you just going to keep eating and eating, aren't you? You'll keep stuffing and gorging, no matter how heavy you get.

You outgrew hunger many, many pounds ago, didn't you?

[laaauraeve]

you’ve done it again: eaten yourself into a panting, moaning mess.

“you really overdid it tonight, piggy. those are looking pretty tight.” i watch you with hungry eyes. the way your overstuffed gut rises and falls with every shallow breath, dark red stretch marks peeking out from underneath your jeans.

those jeans, barely fitting even before you ate, now press tight into your middle, digging into your soft fat. you’re practically bursting out of them—i’m a little surprised they’re still buttoned.

“they are… so tight.” you whine, squirming in place.

“you can take them off, you know. we’re not in public anymore.” not that that stopped you before. you had undone your fly at some point during our dinner, and only that poor button still stands between your strained gut and the promise of freedom.

you whine and start fumbling at it, but the waistband is stretched so tight that your fat fingers aren’t quite able to unhook it.

i watch as you get more and more desperate to free yourself, breath growing more ragged as you grow more frantic.

“aww. poor piggy. you’re so helpless. look at you.” you whimper in response, fat face twisted in concentration and helplessness. “i can’t believe you did this to yourself again. how often do you end up like this? more than weekly now.” you try to suck in, give yourself more space to undo it, but you’ve packed on so much fat that it doesn’t do much. “so pathetic.”

when you finally free yourself your gut spills forward, fat spreading across your lap as you heave a sigh of relief. chubby fingers immediately find it, sinking in and playing with the soft fat, readjusting your bulk like it’s muscle memory.

“good piggy,” i purr, reaching out a hand towards you, playing with your softness. you tilt your head back and let out a soft moan at my touch. “those pants aren’t getting any looser, are they?“ i run a finger along the seam straining against your thick thigh. “poor thing. you just can’t help yourself, huh?” no reponse. just your pathetic, panted breathing. “might be time to size up.” with another pitying look and a kiss on the cheek, i stand up. “i’ll be right back. then i’ll help you with those pants. sound good?”

you really pushed yourself tonight, and hard work like that needs to be rewarded. a couple hundred, couple thousand extra calories coaxed down your eager throat to wrap up the night, and a little less space in those jeans tomorrow.

i make a mental note to place an order for a new pair of jeans in the morning.

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inspired by a video of @thabigmiller — i wrote this well over a month ago, just never got around to posting it until now :p

[fatyote]

Love the idea of teasing someone because they’re turned on by me being a stereotypical fat gamer nerd.

I mean, all I do every day is park my fat ass in front of my computer and game and stuff my face. Most of the time I’m wearing outgrown graphic tees that can’t even cover my gut anymore, guzzling soda or beer and shoveling snacks in my face while my eyes are glued to the screen. I’ve been addicted to World of Warcraft since the beginning, and play a plethora of other games that I’ve sunk hundreds and thousands of hours into. It isn’t uncommon to hear me breathlessly ramble on about lore and mechanics in between greedy bites and loud, belly-shaking belches.

I also work fully from home - I don’t even have to exert myself waddling into an office or squeezing myself into ‘professional’ attire. There are rolls and ridges in my ass fat from how much time I spend sitting, parked like a beached whale in my XL office chair. I’m incredibly sedentary, out of shape, super morbidly obese…and I just keep ballooning because of my habits and my hedonism.

And you’re telling me that's what turns you on? A nerdy fat fuck like me continuing to grow lazier, greedier, fatter?

I think we can both agree that's pretty pathetic. Adorable, though.

You should feed me about it.

Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you worship my belly and fetch me snacks while I raid.

[fatterbiggersofter]

Everyone Knows You're Fat

You're fat now. Everyone knows that you're fat.

Maybe you could play off the first few pounds as an accident. Weight fluctuates, everyone knows that.

But an unwavering gain like yours? Your weight climbing pound after pound, month after month, every inch of you softening and rounding out as you ate and ate and ate yourself from chunky to chubby to fat. That paints a different picture. People tend to notice that much weight in such a short time.

Still, you could've settled into your fatness. Just been someone who "enjoyed eating" a little too much. Blamed your metabolism, chalked the pounds up to stress or work. These things happen, everyone knows that.

But you just couldn't help yourself, could you? Not when there was food around. You order more than everyone when you go out, you take a second helping at every meal. The way you eat, it doesn't exactly go unnoticed.

Somewhere along the line, everyone just decided you were a Fat Person now.

Maybe you've always been bigger, maybe this was a real surprise, but now you've been permanently classified with the irrevocable, extra-large label of fat. Showing up heavier than your last visit doesn't draw as many comments. Extra food finds its way to your plate.

Still, you can feel eyes on you when you eat. You're somewhere between a cautionary tale about what can happen if one doesn't exert total discipline over their appetites and a lost cause; a complete casualty to gluttony. You're not going to lose weight at this point, everyone knows that.

Do you think everyone can tell that all this weight wasn't exactly an accident?

That you've been regularly stuffing yourself to the point of breathlessness, gawking and grabbing at every softening inch of your body as the number on the scale grows and grows.

The countless moments you've spent with your hands on your plush belly, feeling it growing heavy and round as all the extra calories started to stick and mold this fattened, truer version of yourself. This greedy, outward manifestation of your hunger for more made unmistakable for everyone to see.

You're not fooling anyone. You're not hiding all that weight.

You're fat. You're going to get fatter. Everyone knows that.

[fatterbiggersofter]

Everyone Knows You're Fat

You're fat now. Everyone knows that you're fat.

Maybe you could play off the first few pounds as an accident. Weight fluctuates, everyone knows that.

But an unwavering gain like yours? Your weight climbing pound after pound, month after month, every inch of you softening and rounding out as you ate and ate and ate yourself from chunky to chubby to fat. That paints a different picture. People tend to notice that much weight in such a short time.

Still, you could've settled into your fatness. Just been someone who "enjoyed eating" a little too much. Blamed your metabolism, chalked the pounds up to stress or work. These things happen, everyone knows that.

But you just couldn't help yourself, could you? Not when there was food around. You order more than everyone when you go out, you take a second helping at every meal. The way you eat, it doesn't exactly go unnoticed.

Somewhere along the line, everyone just decided you were a Fat Person now.

Maybe you've always been bigger, maybe this was a real surprise, but now you've been permanently classified with the irrevocable, extra-large label of fat. Showing up heavier than your last visit doesn't draw as many comments. Extra food finds its way to your plate.

Still, you can feel eyes on you when you eat. You're somewhere between a cautionary tale about what can happen if one doesn't exert total discipline over their appetites and a lost cause; a complete casualty to gluttony. You're not going to lose weight at this point, everyone knows that.

Do you think everyone can tell that all this weight wasn't exactly an accident?

That you've been regularly stuffing yourself to the point of breathlessness, gawking and grabbing at every softening inch of your body as the number on the scale grows and grows.

The countless moments you've spent with your hands on your plush belly, feeling it growing heavy and round as all the extra calories started to stick and mold this fattened, truer version of yourself. This greedy, outward manifestation of your hunger for more made unmistakable for everyone to see.

You're not fooling anyone. You're not hiding all that weight.

You're fat. You're going to get fatter. Everyone knows that.

[natethefa2]

i want you to be such a well-conditioned, brainless hog for me that you react to my touch without even thinking. my ditzy little obese princess who moans and opens her mouth to be fed whenever i grope your belly or grab your throat. so helplessly lost in the lust and praise and gluttony i’ve been enveloping your life with that just the sound of my voice saying “that’s a good pig” brings you right to the edge of climax. don’t you see how fucked you are baby? you’re all mine now 🥰 and i am never going to stop fattening you up

[softerandsofter]

Its cute that you think you can hide what you are. You try to keep your appetite under wraps in public and to come off as self-aware and under control but everyone can see what you’re doing to yourself. When you’re eating lunch with friends you may even pretend that you’re full after your first entree but your body doesn’t lie. Your thick double chin, your puffy soft arms, your heavy belly straining your waist, and your plump thighs that force you to waddle. These are all the tell tale signs of a greedy piggy and you’re covered in them. It’s so easy to tell that every night, once you get home, the facade comes crashing down and you turn into the gluttonous fat ass you really are. How else would you have gotten this heavy and out of control? You can’t help but strip down and stuff yourself with empty calories until you pass out. Soon enough everyone will know though, it’s only a matter of time before all of your self awareness breaks down and you start bingeing like an obscene lard ass whenever possible without a second thought. Doesn’t that excite you piggy?

[victim-of-gluttony]

Picking up your food delivery from your front door and waddling back to your bedroom a breathless, bouncing, blob of blubber and knowing you're about to chow down like a pig at the trough and make yourself even worse 🐷

God I fucking love being a fat fuck.

[babymae01]

I’m about to burst 💥🐷🥵

[bchubs]

Turning myself on bc when did I get this fat 💗💗😵‍💫