I have no clue how I just horked down 4000+ calories in under a few hours.
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@shimby18
I have no clue how I just horked down 4000+ calories in under a few hours.
Reblog
If you're into death/dark feedism
And are looking to encourage or be encouraged.
Reblog if you are a fat, pathetic gluttonous pig who can’t stop shoving food into their fucking mouth
Or if you wanna be one
Oh, you greedy hopeless hog. Theres no stomachache too great. There's no meal too large. There are just no limits at all. Theres only more. Always more, until the day your stomach ruptures or your heart fails.
Be so obese & unhealthy that the pharmacist genuinely looks disgusted when you waddle in to pick up your prescription of diabetes, blood pressure and cholesterol meds 🐖💉🩸
Waddling is so underrated I love how it pushes down on my hips and strains my back so I’m forced to rock side to side. Waddling in public makes u feel like such a fatass because it gives you way more opportunity to hit up 2-5 food places at once and just gorge ur slutty lil brains out and showcase the pig u r
I want to relinquish all control over my own body to some rich feeder who only sees me as a plump sex toy.
They feed me, house me, provide for me and all I have to do is submit myself to their control. Make a complete pig out of myself 24/7.
I have to stuff myself to the brim daily, my belly taut - stuffed painfully full.
I must be naked at all times so that my consistent growth can be admired.
I am required to be available for their use at all times, my mouth, my widening ass, my belly button as it grows ever deeper. I would say my dick, but under this arrangement that will disappear under my fat pad pretty quickly.
I wanna be a community hog that gets fattened up by everyone,,,
throw me your scraps and slops,,,
REBLOG IF YOUR WEIGHT GOAL IS TO GET AS FAT AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN.
Reblog if you're a feedee and you want to get fat as frick
I need adipose in my life and you need it on your belly 😫
Who wants to get SUPER obese? 🍕🍔🌭🍮🍩🍫🍦🎂😘
Reblog if you do.
grow so fat that it's pathetic.
people see you and naturally take pity on you.
you're so big, everything must be such hard work.
everyone knows you'll be panting and out of breath if you have to do things for yourself.
you're really meant to just sit there and look pretty anyway~
Share if you like chocolate cake 🎂
Or if you want to get on all fours and devour a 🎂
You're here for a good time not a long time so get fat as fuck!
Grow, widen, and consume
I can’t stop thinking about it anymore.
I want it so fucking bad. I need a feeder who doesn’t give a shit about limits, who sees how pathetic and greedy I already am and just… keeps pushing.
I want to be trapped under hundreds and hundreds of pounds of my own soft, useless blubber. I want my belly to sag so heavy it pins me to the bed, rolls cascading over rolls, sweat pooling in every deep crease while I wheeze just from existing. I want stretch marks like lightning bolts splitting across my skin, red and angry at first, then turning silver as proof of how much I’ve surrendered.
I want to feel the tube shoved down my throat when my jaw gets too tired, thick calorie sludge pumping straight into me 24/7—shakes so dense they feel like cement, heavy cream, melted ice cream, oil slicking everything. I want my body to forget what hunger even feels like because I’m never empty. Ever. Just constantly bloated, aching, leaking, my heart hammering against layers of fat like it’s trying to escape before it gives out.
I want my legs to fuse into useless pillows of cellulite, my arms too swollen to lift, my chins multiplying until I can barely turn my head. I want to be so immobile that the only movement is the jiggle when someone slaps my gut or forces another funnel session. I want my feeder’s hands sinking wrist-deep into my sides while they whisper how much prettier I’ll be when I’m closer to the edge, when every breath is a struggle, when my body is finally giving up exactly like I begged it to.
I’m already ruined for anything else. Normal life? Gone. Thin? Laughable. I don’t want escape. I want to sink deeper. I want to be their perfect, disgusting, dying pig—swollen, sweaty, horny and helpless, cumming from the pressure alone while my arteries clog and my organs drown in lard.
Please.
Make me so fat I can’t come back.
Make me so fat I stop breathing under my own weight.
I’m begging for it. I’m dripping just typing this.
I’m not leaving this path. I’m already too far gone. 🐷💦🍰