All Of My Thoughts Are Consumed With Gaining.

All of my thoughts are consumed with gaining.

I’m actively checking calorie counts on everything and getting hard knowing I’m way over my daily for my size.

Just make me fatter. I need to be fucking massive. I want to take up space, rounder and fatter than anyone I know.

I want to be soft and heavy and constantly stuffed to the brim. I want to be fed and jiggled and taunted for how I’ve lost control over my gluttony.

Make me bust out of every last scrap of clothing I own, make me so fat so fast that I waddle heavily and clumsily trying to adjust to how fat you’ve made me.

Feed me. Feed me. Feed me.

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I woke up STARVING

Fuck I want fat juicy burgers, thick milkshakes, chicken sandwiches with extra aioli, ice cream with protein powder mixed in to chug, bags and bags of chips and pretzels…

My belly is growling fiercely…the restraint I had for not ordering food to the house is dwindling fast…

Please stuff me senseless, I need it so bad.

Sharing again since my fattening thoughts are resonating with all you fatties out there

Stuff me. Funnel feed me. Force feed me when I can’t keep up. Tease me about not fitting into anything I own no matter how I try. Fill every space I occupy with snacks. Hand me food when I’m distracted and praise me for finishing it all absentmindedly.

Make days where I must gorge every hour, the entire day filled with my belly packed to bursting. Stretch my gut with carbonated drinks, fill me with heavy cream, force me out in public in clothes two sizes too small.

Order for me at restaurants, whisper quietly that I’d better finish it or you’ll force me at home.

Fill me with beer and slosh my gut uncontrollably. Smoke me out and cover the bed with fattening snacks. Collar me and feed me until it snaps off the fat roll that used to be my neck.

Make me your fat pup, obese hog, house cow, I don’t care. Make me your personal experiment in how fat you can make someone. I want to see the flint in your eye as I beg you to stop feeding me.

Make me groan when you push on my packed belly hanging out of my shirt. Tell me how I’ll never drop the weight, how I’m controlled by my greed. Walk me around town and taunt me to keep up.

Stuff me in your car and stop at every single fast food place we pass. Make me finish before you teach the next one, and order double if I don’t. I want to feel so heavy that I’m stuck in that seat. Feed me until I can’t stretch the seatbelt over my gut even with an extender.

Remind me how I used to be the feeder, and how I couldn’t stop myself from becoming a greedy useless pig.

Make my gut stick out so absurdly far from my body that it almost looks fake. Feed me until I grow fat tits pushing up towards my chin. I want my love handles to be too big to grab in one hand, rendering them useless.

Fatten me up. Make me fatter. So so much fatter.

The feeling when you pad a tight zip up before stuffing 🥵 I can’t wait to actually be this huge. I’m wedged into this chair as is, I’d be hopelessly stuck if this was all fat…and it’s only making me hungrier

huge fyi for the community (SCAMMER ALERT)-

@myfatblondegf is a fake account stealing photos from the real couple who is only on reddit and OF! i’ve included the post from their reddit. I’ve been seeing this account get so much traction the last few days without people knowing it’s not them. the captions on that account are also DISGUSTING knowing it’s not her writing them. thanks y’all pls spread the word for them!!

update- they blocked me? maybe? i can’t see the account anymore. y’all let me know if anything changes with it!