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yourfuturefeeder-deactivated201

Who wants to get SUPER obese? 🍕🍔🌭🍮🍩🍫🍦🎂😘

Reblog if you do.

kingfeeder-its-fat-man-again

Uhhhh duhhh

transformingbear2hogman-deactiv

Reblog Fat Spell

Your fate is sealed. With each reblog you will grow fatter. There is no reversal. Caution to those who are unsure. DO YOU WANT TO BECOME A SUPERCHUB HOG….well then reblog to cast and never go back.

necrogainer

Am I still on time for Tummy Tuesday?

chelzone

🎈 proud inflation fetish-haver 🌈

aardwolf-with-an-appetite

Christmas time is the best time to gain. An entire winter break just for you in the name of "the holiday spirit". Thanksgiving was just your warm up. Now I'm pushing entire dinners past your lips in warm, gravy slathered slices. Lamb, chicken, cranberry sauce, cornbread and any other type of calorie packed foods are laid out and pushed into that greedy mouth of yours. For dessert we've got pies with ice cream dripping down them, gingerbread soaked in icing, gumdrops and candies of any other type. Though the main centerpiece I'm pushing is of course, cookies. Fudge-y, double chocolate, mint, vanilla, strawberry, gingersnaps, shortbread, Biscotti, m&ms and more all used to ensure you pack on enough pounds that on Christmas day you won't be able to see over that bloated ball of lard. I've got you dressed in a skimpy sweater that shows your taut skin and stretch marks, the coat of sweat you've made yourself produce during your minutes of panting and whimpering as I insist you can eat another tray of warm cookies. Near the end of it, you're stuck in that spot for the entire day. A belly that refuses to give way in the slightest, packed too tightly to allow for nearly any movement, so I instead rub it and tell you how good you are. Fingers tracing and rubbing and squeezing as you feel ready to pop. Every wheezing breath you give is like music to my ears, and when I've fed you enough that your stomach practically covers your feet, then I'll sit back and stare at your dome of a belly that's barely covered by your sweater, but that I've managed to tie a ribbon around, squeezing the engorged stomach of a Christmas pig.