#glorifying gluttony

[hunniehalo]

me sneaking away to my room with the seven giant sugar cookies I baked:

[bigfatbob4you]

Dear FFAs:

If you aren’t

1) teasing me about how fat I’ve become — pointing out my wobbly globular gut, noting that my moobs are bigger than your boobs, marveling that my arms are bigger around than your waist;

2) telling me about how much fatter you’re going to make me — going from 450 to 500 to 600 and beyond, dreaming of a triple digit waist measurement for me, or envisioning how my warm soft fat will engulf you if I’m on top of you; or

3) taking me out to dinner at the buffet, filling my plate over and over partially to save me from burning any calories by having to get up myself, partially because you know which foods are the fattiest, and partially because you love picking out everything that I’m going to stuff myself with before you have to help me up and watch me slowly waddle out, a massive of jiggling flab until we get home where you’ll rub my poor distended belly until there’s room for you to funnel me full of WG shake and follow that cycle all weekend…

…why not? Let’s GO!!!! Fill up my mentions and inbox with how you’d fill me up. Maybe you can be the one to live out your fantasy…and mine…