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chubbycutie-deactivated20220911

Let’s just get chubbier together 🥺 let’s both waddle back to the fridge, leaning against the counters to catch our breath while we eat more, grabbing each others’s bellies playfully, then heave ourselves back to bed for more feeding and make outs

verytinybun

weightgainworld

Read this while eating piggy

I want you to take a deep breath for me piggy. All way in, and all the way out. You feel that fatty? You overfattined gut heaving up and down. Take a good long look at it. Do you remember when you were 100 pounds lighter and thought you looked big? Do you remember eating 3 meals a day and being full with barely 2,000 calories? I bet it gets harder each day to remember what it feels like to now be a massive butterball. Let's go back to that big glob of lard you have hanging closer to the floor with ever meal, its so sexy isn't it? It's soft, jiggly, and always desperate for food. That's how you go so big isn't it? You just kept eating and eating. Scarfing down millions of calories to satisfy your need to grow. I know you still have the desire fatty. Even when you are stuffed to bursting you think about being force fed another bite. You would love nothing more then to be a stay at home hog that gorges on junk food all day, and drinks liters of weight gain shake all night. You don't even need to answer, we both know your body craves it. You can't help yourself from eating everything in sight while you get off to your body getting more covered in flab. Ever pound turns you on even more. Watching the scale get closer to 200, 300, 400. I don't know if you want to stop growing, but I don't its a choice anymore. You are eating for 4 on an almost daily basis. Your meals are coated in butter, sugar, or just made specifically to fattin you up like a hog at a county fair. Just admit it, you are a hog. You gave up losing weight a long time ago. You love your new life of being fattened till your bed squeaks. I want to hear you say it while you stuff your already full face piggy, "I am a hog". I want you to tell me you want to eat while getting off. I want to see your chubby sausage fingers try their best to find anything under that fat pad to play with. Let me hear those loud moans and panting while your fatass gets sweaty by eating though the rest of your meal. You know you can't finish till all the food is gone. Only stuffed hogs get to cum. Repete it over and over till your little brain can't stop thinking about it. I want to hear you say it fatty. Come on, louder for me. I am going to fill up your tubby tank till it aches. I am going to force your belly bigger with a whole blender of cake shake till you cum. Keep playing with yourself sow. You know you want to cum while being my fat little slut. Come on piggy, keep eating while you cum. Fill that hole. I know you want it. I know you need more food. I know that belly has room left for one more bite. Come on piggy eat it and cum for me. Good sow. You can cum your brains out now. Just remember, you are getting dessert after burning those calories getting off.

imagineyourefat

Every single box has been checked 👌🙈

greedybaby

wishing for...

someone to make me fatter whether I want to or not. come to my place every afternoon bringing takeout and coerce me into eating past the point of fullness claiming you would hate to waste it and hey, it wouldn't taste good reheated anyway, right? make sure I'm comfortable on the couch, bring me snacks to graze on mindlessly throughout the day. add cream and sugar to my coffee, add weight gain powder to my pancakes and oatmeal, add spoonfuls of butter to my pasta. stock my pantry with sugary sodas and whole milk, serve every fattening meal on a plate so big I'll feel like I need to finish my portion. pick me up from work so I won't have to walk, rub my belly when I'm full so I'll have room for more. watch me swell up bigger and softer day by day without even noticing, make sure I don't even realize how fat I'm getting. what do you mean, your friend said you've gained weight? they're just insecure about their own body. your clothes feel tighter? must've been the dryer. you get out of breath easily? it's way too warm outside anyway. make me a lazy fatass who doesn't even notice their fat gut spreading further into their lap every single day. loaf-like lovehandles wrapping around my midsection and bubbling up over my aching belt, jiggly tits resting on my massively overhanging belly, thighs so wide I can't help but waddle with every step I take.

fatlifeshortlife

Surrender control.

Extreme obesity is crippling. Adiposity binds you, as atrophied muscles keep you pinned to wherever you’ve decided to gorge yourself into a symbol of gluttony. Taught fat-packed flesh crushes you and steals the air from your lungs. Your existence is limited to the mounds of flesh you’ve willingly added to your body, blissfully hoping to reach this point. When you’ve eaten until you’re too fat to do anything other than eat, then you’ll finally be free.

You’ll be free from the harshness of reality. Free from the expectations of your regular life. Free from the responsibility of adding so much useless fat and grease into your body. What makes you free?

You’re free because you’ve given your feeder control. Your body, your life, your purpose, is now defined by their incredibly simple will. Eat, and get fatter. You’re far too gone to be expected to handle anything by yourself now. No one will question the huffing mound of fat as it desperately forces another meal down its throat. Your responsibility is gone. You exist only to indulge in a destructive life of hedonism and gluttony until your end. You are free. You are free because you gave control to someone who knows what you are good for. Fat.

An immobile mass of corpulence and bloated flesh. Eat until you’re numb, your feeder will do all the worrying for you from now on.

something29

fatlifeshortlife

Conditioning yourself.

Every day that you look for a body, stretched to its limit with fat, you’re conditioning yourself.

You are, bit by bit, normalizing the idea of struggling under your own weight. Coming to terms with this fetish, and the lifestyle, that you’ve secretly always wanted.

Watching other balloon as you desperately look on, wanting to surrender your body to experience the same thing.

Keep watching. Keep fantasizing. Keep talking, and sharing how far gone you already are.

You’re making it easier on yourself. Easier on your feeder and caretaker. Eating with reckless abandon is natural to you when it’s the most prominent thought in that empty head of yours.

youhave2b500lbsorhighertoride-d

Yeah chub it you fat obese massive boy..... you barely fit in that chair and your rolls are getting massive by the second.

fatinspiration

I really want to be as big as this guy in the future. Just imagine how comfortable it must be to be this big. Sitting in your own mountain of lard eating all you can eat without a single ounce of guilt. You've got your own pillows and everything. Imagine not having to worry about exercise or health and just ignore those things. The idea if not being able to do things normal sized people can do turns me on so much! Give me fat please!!!