I'm destined to eat myself to death and that's hot 🥺
Look at her struggle
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I'm destined to eat myself to death and that's hot 🥺
Look at her struggle
Big stuffed belly full of food and heart clogging lard. Playing with that belly knowing how unhealthy it is and how it's only getting bigger gaining thru all the risk and consequences is just the best.
Holy shit look what hes done to her
Filling up piggies is my job
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.
Unrecognizably obese
Ruined
I want you so spoiled, that you become entitled. Any moment spent without a full belly, or delicious, decadant food in your mouth feels like abuse, because a constant stream of goodies has made gluttony feel like breathing
I want you dumb, even though you once were a genius. I've taken care of everything, made all choices for you that aren't driven by immediate pleasure, leaving you with only when to cum or what to eat, so that you've forgotten how to hold a real thought
I want you fat in the way that pounds and BMI can't convey, where the only thing the few people who see you can think is fat, like you've outgrown your human identity and become nothing more than a wheezing pile of lard
I want you unfit, barely able to move. Your atrophied muscles hardly able to hold yourself up, aching with effort to waddle your obese self around even using your walker
I want you helpless, struggling to exist. Lungs and heart so overwhelmed and underworked that every movement leaves you wheezing with a pounding chest, your body so weak that even a weak orgasm has you gasping to catch your breath for minutes
make my chest tight. make me beg for every pitiful wheeze my poor lungs are desperate for. make me so large I'm spread over two king size beds. dangle takeout bags in front of my face and get off watching me struggle to lift my arms even an inch. are you proud of yourself? are you celebrating my immobility? good.
make me grow, make me cum, make me eat. more. more. more.
blob. 🐷🎀
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