#makemeenormous

[fatfantacies]

I cant hide all the weight Ive put on lately. Ive stretched out all my tees and my stomach is starting to fill up my lap. My hips are filling up my office chair.

Im constantly bloated, my stomach dangerously close to sagging out of my shirt. I can barely button all of my jeans. Im gonna have to buy st least two sizes larger or at least things with stretch, especially size Im only continue to get bigger.

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Picture my wide overfilled frame filling up the loveseat as I continue to stuff my face. I dont know what im addicted to more; eating or getting fatter. My stomach hangs to my knees and sometimes, depending on how full I am, over the the sides of my huge thighs. A thick layer of cellulite covers my oversized love handles and my thighs. My ham sized upper arms have stretch marks that match the ones on my lower stomach. All of my tattoos have been stretched out beyond belief. My cheeks are swollen so I perpetually look bloated. My double chin is so fat it overflows my actual chin.

Do you want to get me another cheese burger or some red velvet cake? Then again get me both, and some fries!

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I cant wait until ai weigh over 600 pounds and Im stuggling to lower my overfed frame into my friend’s car. The front of her subru is pretty roomy, but I’m a little wider than two average sized people wide at this point. Im way too fucking far to try and move the front seat to get in the back. My swollen stomach, lard covered ass and bloated thighs wont allow it. My ass is probably too big to allow me to manuve through the small space anyway.

So here i sit, my stomach stretched out to the glovebox my hips and thighs overflowing onto the centre console. I need to be careful I dont change the gear on the far. Im stuffing my fat face with fries, wobbling like the hospital jello that will await my next adventure…

Im thinking of gaining to over 600 pounds and go on my 600 pound life, only I wont be there to lose weight. The cameras will be there as I get bigger and bigger “despite following dr. now’s plane and exercising.” Theyll weight me month after month and hell shake his head, scold me and warn me about the number on the scale rising higher.

My feeder will “scold”me and then as soon as were out of the earshot of the doctor, hell jiggle my side rolls and tell me Ill look even better with another 50 pounds on me.

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Imagine this:

Me well over 600 pounds attempting to waddle through the single door of the convince store where we buy my usual snacks.

I can barely fit though the door, but that doesn’t stop my fat ass from grabbing a basket and starting to fill it with snacks. Im breathing heavily, my face red and my chins are wobbling by the time I make it to the ice cream section.

My weakness. There is a huge display taking up a large portion of the aisle. Will i fit through to reach my sweet treat?? The four steps are even heavier as my basket is overflowing. I cant fit. Im too fat to fit through.

I end up wedging my cellulite laden hips and enormous stomach between the shelves and the display. You come up behind me and whisper.

Im just about to grab the ice cream when someone takes a picture of me. “Look at this enormous whale! Can barely fit in the store and cant stop stuffing their face!”

“Oh Tubbys too fat too fit?? Cant reach!? Stretch those lard laden arms, you know you can reach that double fudge.” You push my oversized ass and i inch the tiniest bit further.

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We unpacked the new scale this weekend. Last weekend Id gotten on the scale only to hear “ERROR! EEROR!” The scale has a 650 pound weight limit.

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I cant deny that Ive continued to rapidly balloon I’ve the past 10 months. Some days I feel like im about to explode because I’ve stuffed my fat face so much.

I used to struggle my way off my loveseat sized chair but now I have no choice but to have help. My hips have stretched out stomach is hanging lower than usual. I love my custom made love seat chair but its been becoming rather snug lately.

I know last Christmas my girlfriend and i discussed the idea of me gaining to 700 pounds. I was already an enormously overweight 642 pounds. Ill never forget that Christmas…i was stuffed into a too small Mrs Claus themed mummu when she took me to the junk yard to be weighed. I couldnt believe the number when I saw it.

I remember when I thought I was going to end up staying between 500-525…And the last time I was nearly 150 pounds bigger than Id ever thought Id be. And back last Christmas when they weighed me could no longer fit my fat ass into my mothers little car. They had no choice but to take me in the van, and I was starting to get too fat for that.

I know I’ve gained weight. My mobility is something that im struggling with. My girlfriend loves my enormous double belly and budding tripple chin. She traces my stretch-marks while feeds me forkfuls of pasta.

Ive been eating like an elephant (no pun intended) over the last year. Im probably close to 700 pounds by now.

The new scale has an 800 pound weight limit. I struggled up onto the enormous platform to hear “Hello. Your weight is 720 pounds.”

My girlfriend whistles and pinches my hip rolls. “Wow Porky! Youve really packed on the pounds since we last weighed you! You really are a big pig!!” She giggles my stomach and chins. She pinches my swollen cheeks, while I breathe heavy with arousal; both by her touch and my enormous size. 720 pounds at 5’7!

“Just imagine how big youll be come next Christmas! With the rest of the Halloween candy, the rest of the heavy autumn treats…thanksgiving…Christmas treats,cookies and cakes….Youre going to pop come New Years Eve!”

Did I really want to continue to get even bigger? I was already well beyond ultra sized and entering the size of requiring my own zip code. I dont know if I can stabilise my current weight…or will my piggish desires cause me to swell even fatter until Im eventually bed bound?

I cant wait until Thanksgiving. My mothers favourite insult is to call me a parade float and now my sisters daughter is old enough to understand the words.

She asked me the other day “Whats it going to be like in the parade?” “What parade? “The Thanksgiving one. Grandma always says you’re a parade float or like a parade float so I was wondering if i was going to see you in the parade.”

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I remember 3 or so years ago I told a friend of mine that I wanted to weigh over 500 pounds. She told me I was weird for wanting to be that fat and told me that at that size Id be too big to really take care of myself. That was well before I was even close to the 500s.

Im seeing her next weekend. We havent seen each other in 3 years and have only sent each other emails. She has no idea that Ive steadily ballooned over the past three and a half years and that im not only over 500 pounds, but 220 pounds bigger….maybe more.

I spent the day stuffing my fat face with mini cakes, chocolate, pizza, fries, fried chicken, nachos and a fruit platter that was meant for 8-10 people.

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Ive blown up like a house the last few years. There isn’t an inch of me that isn’t swollen with fat. Ive puffed up to over 700pounds and my girlfriend keeps feeding me.

I remember when i first starting gaining weight. Back when I thought my 265 pounds was huge! If my former self can see me now! Im enormous compared to what I used to be!

I remember thinking 500 would be my goal I always wanted to be extremely fat. I finally started to indulge and i quickly put on weight. With the first year alone i put on over 115 pounds. I absolutely exploded that year. I gained heavy in my stomach hips and ass. My neck disappeared under a large roll of fat. My cheeks started to puff out. And I started to waddle.

I was nearly 400 pounds when I met my girlfriend…shes put at least another 320 pounds on me. Im getting weighed next week, i hope the scale can handle me

[fatfantacies]

How I cant wait to be your supersized Halloween prize. Over 600 pounds squeezed into a ultra soft orange sleeveless hoodie with matching shorts. My love handles and lower belly overflow the waistband, but this over sized trick or treater cant get enough sweets.

You call me your great pumpkin as you squeeze me through the front door, teasing me with all the autumn filled sweets youre going to fill me up with. Pumpkin pie. Apple crisp. Butterbeer…cinnamon muffins, chocolate chunk pumpkin cookies.

If i keep eating like this its only going to be a matter of time before I explode.