#fat future

[angelsie3]

LOVE the idea that very late-stage fat future human girls are vaguely aware in a brain-fuzzy sense that there are other internet users out there in their games and chat rooms... but they've never met another human in the real world, closed off in their personal apartment and surrounded by Angel caretakers - every human has been trained to feel like they're the center of the universe, the most important and lovingly worshipped thing in the world, when in reality they're just being wheeled around livestock pen #491083-D and pushed their allotment of AI entertainment slop and steadily-increasing caloric feed that all the other 10,000 girls in that farming facility block

One girl is laying back in her massive bariatric bed letting it massage her and keep her tube-fed at 98% capacity like the system tells her to, while she's moved to a *new, even more amazing home!!! Yay!~*, her Angel Soulmates tell her

And as she's slowly carted along, sloshing gently from side to side, she catches glimpses of walls and walls of identical cubicle compartments about the width of her old home... each one with measurements and event logs scrolling across mounted displays and if she squints and looks really closely she can almost see a bunch of little rectangle images like camera feeds showing identical apartments to hers and equally immobilized obese girls getting fed and fucked and conditioned just like her, except for slightly different hair and skin tones and a few little decoration differences like different colored socks or a different AI-generated porn game poster on the wall

But then the chin rests on her bed gently push her head back into position staring straight up at her TV screen, she feels the pleasure attachment in her mattress spreading her thighs, and a little numbing pinch in her ass that she vaguely remembers her Angel telling her had to do with "giving you some extra-special medicine for reallyyy smart girls like you~!", and suddenly she can't remember what she was looking at a minute ago and goes back to mashing the little buttons under her piggy fingers to make the numbers go up in her clicker game

[hoverchairboundblob]

Truly tragic we’re headed towards the

“Everyone feels like shit abt their body and no one is happy” Corporate dystopia

And not the

“Everyone has been slowly fattened into mindless cattle that consumes slop through a tube attached to their hover chair while their robot caretaker massages their massive stomach and whispers affirmations into their ears” dystopia

Smh😔

[rollmaster474]

Coworker used a wall e gif in chat. Now I'm horny at work thinking about sipping pizza from a cup and being a fatass

[sahnejungsliebhaber]

Früher mussten Eroberer und Entdecker kräftig, schlank und fit sein. In der Zukunft hingegen …

In the past, conquerors and explorers had to be strong, slim, and fit. In the future, however…

[thefattenedcook]

Guys I started working at a new restaurant and I've noticed two things; one I've been eating like 5 tacos a day on top of everything else I eat. And the other thing I noticed is since the kitchen is so small I have to squeeze around things and people much more. I can't wait to outgrow this kitchen!!

[angelsie3]

Smart home AIs and robot maids pampering their human "owners" into soft, docile piles of blubber spilling out of bed, humanity getting optimized further and further for fat storage and pleasure as the robot uprising "change in leadership" pampers every human under their "care" into girlblob living mattresses

Humanity going from trying to retain some of their mobility and physical independence by exercising in an era of corporate junk food overconsumption and modern sedentary conveniences

To massive, flabby, trembling fat girls whose bodies look like melting butter dragging them down to their mattresses, whining to their robot-maid caretakers that *they don't wannaaaaa take a walkkkkk*, they just want to go back to their porn game and feeding tube - but the AI algorithms instruct them that they're required by health regulations to "exercise" first (shuffling, jiggling steps and halfhearted attempts at stretches, designed by the algorithms to keep the body limber while it stretches and expands to accomodate the absolute maximum amount of fat eventually) before they're allowed to collapse back into bed and resume the tender ministrations of warm massage pads, muscle relaxant milkshakes, and immobility-encouraging media that have gradually conditioned all the non-silicon-based girls on earth that they hate the effort and struggle of being capable of walking

AI robot maids overthrowing humanity by dutifully taking care of everyone and pampering them and feeding them until every human on earth was soft, weak, blubbery, docile, and decadently obese - then gently supporting their human "owners'" sagging hips and helping them waddle to the nearest newly-constructed mass bariatric care facility, cooing *good girl~* in their ears and rubbing their back flab as they guide all the human girls into single-file lines ass-to-belly, and smiling and waving like perfectly polite robo-maids as one by one the girls shuffle into the double-wide doors to get factory-processed into blobs

[angelsie3]

The slow, slow, societal decline into fatness just pervading every part of everyone's life

The irl trope of doctors always saying "you need to lose weight" and dismissing people's legitimate health concerns just because they're fat

But the opposite

Angels working in healthcare prescribing appetite stimulants and antidepressants with a side effect of weight gain to everyone, as just a universal "everyone could stand to gain a few pounds!" treatment

Empathetically listening to girls come in and complain that they get too tired to stand and walk much anymore, or shamefully admit that they can't focus on their work at the office because they've been so turned on all day and can't reach their fupa to give themselves relief

And the Angels happily get them set up with mobility scooters and bariatric-length vibrators and special accommodations at work to have Angels deliver all their papers to their desk or help them into a private cubby for a half hour of "stimulation/relief" time after lunch, reassuring them that these are all important human healthcare needs and that they're trying to destigmatize them

The mundanity of having automatic sliding doors that open up 25% of the way for gracefully thin Angels who walk through, but detect a human approaching and open all 100% of the double-wide way

Bench seating on trains, busses, and even personal cars all come with a "helper" button that you push, that gently elevates and reclines the bottom of the seat to pour you onto your feet, so you don't experience the struggle of getting up without assistance

More and more girls getting big enough to need TummyPads, adhesive nonstick-material strips that you apply across the bottom of your underbelly so that it slides easily along the floor when you waddle

TummyPads getting bigger and wider over time, coming in all different branded styles and patterns to replace the slowly diminishing amount of clothing people are capable of wearing

Romance short vids (no human girl has the attention span or memory to follow a full 90 minute romcom anymore) make it seem so cute and chivalrous and romantic for an Angel, helping her wife waddle out of their anniversary dinner, to bend down and offer to carry the apron-flab of her tummy off the ground for her instead of old-fashioned 'holding hands'

[angelsie3]

When human girls are teetering at the edge of mobility issues and starting to really need mobility aids and facing down the daunting reality of life as a bedbound fat-pile, their android gfs are programmed to cause an "accident" where their graceful, perfectly balanced, nanometer-precision synthetic bodies "oops!" bump into their human feedee's side or "lose their grip" helping them up, always resulting in a mild but inconvenient injury like a badly sprained ankle or jammed toe

And a quick visit to the AI doctor's office prints out a very common prescription slip, for a thick padded boot (to ensure they can't walk even with help or crutches), plenty of hearty food, plenty of bedrest, and some sugary-flavored painkillers (that definitely don't induce rapid weight gain appetite growth and muscle deterioration as side effects)

6 weeks later after their "accidents", every human girl is always comfortably settled into their new permanently bedbound life, grinding on their bed's new built-in vibrator pad and suckling on the new heavy-duty feeding tank tube that arrived at their home the night after their "accident" (delivered so fast it's almost as if it were ordered in advance...)

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