Old Post, also September 2022:
Fatten me up into a straining, creaking ball of lard, so massively overfattened that the simple act of breathing threatens making countless new stretchmarks. So overblown that the lightest of touches, softest of breaths across my skin, leaves me whimpering and heaving... ~w~
Just trapped in a room, unable to pick myself up off whatever mattress I was last on, too big to even fit through the door if by some miracle I did get to my feet.
Completely at my feeder's mercy, having gotten so fat so fast that I'm already tightly packed -before- breakfast.
Even with the best lotions available, I'm still getting too overfull just trying to keep my stomach from feeling like it's consuming itself as my feeder continues to blow me up like the ready-to-burst lard balloon they always wanted, a new angry red line every so many gulps.