I tripped on mushrooms the other night, and a man made of fractals told me I was on the right path. Please make me immobile. 🥵🥵
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Let me be your bed bound princess
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My belly looked like it was ready to blow here 💥
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Oh just me chugging a whole quart of heavy cream. 3200 calories in a flash. See the whole video here!
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I just want to make someone so fat they struggle and fail to touch themselves because that big problem of fat is just too heavy and cumbersome to reach around
Watch them pitifully beg and whimper and get out of breath humping for any sort of release until I decide to take care of it for them
Definitely need that
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This is me sucking in. It's getting harder to hide my growing belly. 🤭
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still adding up 🤭🤭nonstop
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I love the look of pure greed and contentment on your face. Like you deserve more and more. Watching you grow is an absolute pleasure.
I feel this so much lately. All I do is think about food. Even when I'm eating
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No neck✅ huge gut✅ 🐖
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We both know you never wanted to be this fat. Who would…..right?
I can imagine how awful it must be to be seen like this in public, so absolutely monstrous that people mock you, and have to do double takes because they’ve never seen someone so fucking fat.
Of course they mock you, because you will never find clothes that will fit ever again. Your body is so grotesquely misshapen by the fat that you’ve forced onto it. How can we expect a normal shirt to contain your massive udders and Christmas ham sized arms. Your belly is another story all together. It either droops down to your thighs when empty or is stuffed so full that it’s like trying to shove a yoga ball into a pillow case.
Thanks to all that weight, every step just looks difficult. Hundreds of pounds pressing onto your poor knees and feet. No wonder they hurt all the time. And I know for a fact that you entire body jiggles with every step thanks to all that blubber. Your so close to perfection. I’m already making the payments on the hospital bed that will be installed once you finally become immobile.
And your just so wide big. Most doorways have to be squeezed through and Bathroom stalls are out of the question. I literate have to move the racks inside clothing stores so that you can fit down the aisle.
You don’t have any hobbies, or friends, or anything except food, and me, the person who happily feeds you whether you want it or not. Entire boxes of doughnuts, whole Pounds of bacon, family sized boxes of burritos.
And those are just the snacks.
Preparing your meals takes up my entire day. I wake up early to serve you breakfast, cook all day for your lunch, and work into the night to make your dinner. Each meal is so large that me can’t even use plates anymore. I just roll out a tablecloth and dump mounds of fatty goodness on top for you to enjoy.
All the time I put in is worth it though. From the rolls of fat on your belly, to your triple chin, to your cellulite ridden ass, you’ve become my masterpiece.
You’ve become exactly what I wanted from you. A slave to your own hunger, and a prisoner in your body.
Just remember, you did this to yourself.
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Missconception
you seem to think that my personal objective is to fatten you up. To enjoy seeing you gaining weight as fast as possible by my hand.
And although that helds some true, it isnt really the process im trying to do.
You see, im not trying to fatten you up. Im trying to make YOU fatten yourself up.
Im just enabling you, im giving you the tools. Im giving everything you need to become an increasingly unhealthy blob of lard. And you fall for it every single time.
I buy extra food? You eat it
I bring snacks? You devour them
I take care of the house? You dont move from the couch
I bring you bigger clothes? You grow to fill them up.
The one burying that body of yours in fat is not me. Its you. It has always been you.
My true objective was to see your path to absolute decadence. To see you becoming a lazy, weak, unhealthy blob all by your own hand.
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💕🐷 Goal sets for greedy piggies like you 🐷💕
- Have trouble looking down because of your double chin
- Have an ass so fat you need at the very least two chairs to support you when stuffing yourself
- Have a belly so big it makes it impossible to see the scale no matter what you try to do
- Speaking of which, make your bariatric scale say "error" to celebrate all the new lard engulfing your body
- Have a mobility scooter or a bariatric wheelchair to save the calories you would have lost while waddling around
- Condition yourself to oink when you need more food or fucks
- Suck down on at least 2 sticks of butter per day, it can only do wonders for you
Those are only a small number of goals to set yourself as a growing piggy, don't be shy to add more in the comments, every feedee needs inspiration to push themselves to their limit 😉
Let's normalize 600lbs and show everyone how it's done you magnificent piggies 😘
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Don't get me wrong, being crushed by your feedee is great, but have you ever made a larder so weak that if they ever try to stand up without your help, they just *plop* back down to wherever their sitting like the blobs they are? Too heavy to get up without building momentum, watching their bellies swing and right when it grazes the floor, the slightest push to their wobbly chest sends them crashing backwards, cellulite dimpled ass spreading out beneath them? Pinning them to the bed with nothing but your grip around their swollen wrist and the weight of their belly pressing against the muscles in their back?
Pretty soon gravity will take over the job of keeping them pinned to one spot anyways.
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Do you know what's the absolute hottest thing to me (at this very moment)?
I start dating a feedee and things get serious so I meet their family. I put on the charming boyfriend routine and they all naturally love me. Over the course of a year they don't get to see you, because your too busy with work and life and traveling is too much of a Hassel. Little do they know that I'm fattening you up like the cow slut you are. Constant forcefeedings and stuffing. Conditioning you to be a lazy pig who barely thinks for themselves. Then after that year we go to your families for a holiday and they are STUNNED to see you again. You're almost unrecognizable! Maybe it's because you're over 100lbs heavier, maybe it's because you are starting to have cellulite or that you dress very provocatively now. Either way they are almost embarrassed to see you like that. But they think I'm an angle for treating you so well and providing for you. Little do they know I'm the reason you're turning into a slobby slut 😈
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