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I want someone to keep me in the dark about my weight;

I want them to measure me daily and track how big and how fast I’m growing but never letting me see the numbers until it’s too late.

Track my calories and limit my movement and make sure I’m hitting whatever minimum you set without telling me how much I’m actually putting away in a day.

Keep me high as a kite and remove all the mirrors so that I don’t recognize how fat I’ve gotten or how out of shape I am.

Replace my clothes in secret as I outgrow them so I don’t notice as they get snugger and my fat spills out of them.

Take candid photos and videos of me getting fatter and weaker as time goes on.

Limit how much I move by doing everything for me until I can’t stand up on my own and I feel my heart beat painfully against my ribs.

Once I can’t escape and there’s no hope for me tear away the illusion. Stop helping me up and getting things for me, show me the collection of photos and videos you’ve made of me, how heavy I’ve let myself become and how massively obese I look constantly. Bring in the smallest sizes I’ve worn and tell me to try them on, we’re going out to eat. Take me to a buffet in them, fat spilling out and don’t move a finger. Watch as I crumble and stuff myself in public until I can’t move. I guarantee I’ll be crying, so scared as to how fat I’ve gotten and how little self restraint I have now that you’ve broken me. Once I can’t get up to refill my plate stuff a few more into me before we go home and you fuck me dangerously close to a heart attack 💕💕💕

abyssalfeeder

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If you're a fat little piggy, that wants to be teased and encouraged.

ihatemakingusernames

I want you to *feel* heavier.

I want you to constantly feel that you're taking up space. You know, that feeling where your brain hasn't quite adjusted to your new size; where you find yourself bumping into furniture or doorways... that you could swear were wider just two days ago. I want you to start noticing that your kitchen counter seems higher than it did before... Or maybe, your gut finally hangs so low that it kisses the countertop when you're looking for a snack. I want you to wonder why all of your clothes suddenly seem to have shrunk in the wash. After all, the nice pair of jeans you just bought must be poor quality... The button flew off the second you sat down, but it's not like you've been eating enough to stuff a stoned linebacker, right?

You haven't been eating much at all, have you? Some avocado toast for breakfast... Followed by two mcgriddles and a huge iced coffee. A salad for lunch... accompanied by a triple decker burger and a massive basket of cheese fries. And dinner, since you ate so healthy and light during the day, you treat yourself to a pizza... Or two... Or three. And fuck it, why not some ice cream too? You've been good, you deserve a treat, don't you? You couldn't possibly have outgrown your clothes eating like that. That's crazy!

But yes, I want you to feel heavier.

Not only in the sense that I can fit my entire head beneath your massive tit, but in the sense that you can *feel* yourself growing... Stretching... Spreading wider. You can feel your supple, cellulite dimpled flesh getting softer, bathing you in a cozy blanket of lard. I want you to feel weighed down by your body, to question why you should ever have to get off the couch... To ever have to do anything beside eating and getting fatter.

Yes baby, I want you to feel heavier.

I want you to grow. Grow for me.

waddledeelight

I'm afraid I'm going to fatten her up, and I'm not going to be able to stop. I'll fall in love with how loud and heavy her lumbering steps are, the rhythms giving way to just how hungry she is.

Yes, I will be so incredibly evil and I won't be able to help myself around someone this utterly delectable. How I crave to catch her eating me out of house and home collecting all those calories in a housebound homebody.

I need her so obese it's obscene, I need her eating so much it scares the both of us. I need her putting the heavy in heavenly with her ample angel wings, I need her the center of attention in every room purely based on absolute size.

I need everyone in our lives to be shocked not exactly because of how massive you are, but because they cannot deny how beautiful and radiant you are being properly looked after.

All that weight piled on after you began to look so happy, how quick your smile begun to be swallowed by the most delightful dimples.

fufufeedee

POV you’re under an avalanche of soft blubbery lard

gracefulgluttony-deactivated202

i need to be so fat that i’m entirely unrecognizable

cheeks so big and chubby that my lips look almost puckered constantly and my eyes are slightly squinted

a neck that’s entirely hidden under fat and the only indication of my chin being a little ‘u’ shaped line where my actual chin ends and my fat begins

back and side rolls so large they keep my arms elevated slightly but noticeably at all times

obese fatty upper arms that fold over my elbows which have now been reduced to dimples

and forearms which have ballooned so much that not even my wrists can contain all that fat

big, pudgy hands and sausage fingers that will no longer allow me to use my phone’s default keyboard to text or post, forcing me to enlarge the screen

so fat that i’ve given myself fat folds above my stomach because my body doesn’t know where to store all this lard anymore

an ass that’s basically become a shelf, every time i sit down it’s almost like i’ve gotten taller because of my gargantuan ass pushing me up in any industrial made chair i sit in

a fupa that will no longer allow me to pleasure myself because i can’t reach my pussy anymore with neither my hands nor a vibrator, fully reliant on the help of others in order to get off

chunky thighs and elephant legs with rolls upon rolls of fat

huge cankles that will inevitably spill over my swollen feet one day

and don’t even get me started on my stomach

i want my belly to spill out over my thighs

be in my way whenever i walk, forcing me to waddle

my fupa completely hidden by my greed

i want to struggle under my own weight

i want people who haven’t seen me in a few years to have to double check whenever they see me just to be sure that the ball of lard that just waddled by them was me

makehermassive

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cc-afterdark

fuck, i told myself i was gonna shower and put on clean clothes for the first time in more than a week, but i just kept eating until i passed out on the couch. i have no self control at all anymore. laying around and eating is all i'm capable of

thefatstruggle

Pizza piggy 🐽

teatimezz

Aww dang guess it's too hot out to do anything. Guess you just gotta stay indoors for the next three months and do nothing. Guess you gotta doordash all your food and not move an inch cause of the heat. Guess you gotta get several cartons of icecream so you can stay cool. Guess you gotta move as little as possible so you don't work up a sweat. Guess you gotta unintentionally put on insane amounts of weight because of these uncontrollable circumstances. Awww shucks

ang3lchub78

I can’t believe how deep my belly button is getting 🫣😵‍💫

fatmerida

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fatfangs

its kinda funny how little is needed to turn on a feedist. like yeah sometimes those few lines are enough

big-thighs-cute-eyes

Its been said a million different times by a million different people more eloquent than me but I really don't just want to get fat, I want to be fattened. I need someone to look at me and decide that there should be more, for someone to grab at my softness and admire the fruits of their labor, to coo into my ear about how pretty I'm getting for them as they force another morsel between my lips.

I want to be able to look in the mirror and run my hands over every stretchmark, knowing that every new pound is a mark of their desire for me. To look up into their eyes and see that it's not enough, that they need even more as I swell past my wildest imaginations. I want to show them my devotion, my overwhelming need to eat and grow and bury myself in ever more lard all for them. I want to be someone's perfect little toy, softened up so nicely that everyone knows that they take care of me. More than anything, I need someone to make me theirs. To feed me and shape me to their whims, to layer me with soft and doughy affection. to show me just how pretty I am to them.

big-thighs-cute-eyes

Its been said a million different times by a million different people more eloquent than me but I really don't just want to get fat, I want to be fattened. I need someone to look at me and decide that there should be more, for someone to grab at my softness and admire the fruits of their labor, to coo into my ear about how pretty I'm getting for them as they force another morsel between my lips.

I want to be able to look in the mirror and run my hands over every stretchmark, knowing that every new pound is a mark of their desire for me. To look up into their eyes and see that it's not enough, that they need even more as I swell past my wildest imaginations. I want to show them my devotion, my overwhelming need to eat and grow and bury myself in ever more lard all for them. I want to be someone's perfect little toy, softened up so nicely that everyone knows that they take care of me. More than anything, I need someone to make me theirs. To feed me and shape me to their whims, to layer me with soft and doughy affection. to show me just how pretty I am to them.