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One of my coworkers was telling me that they had seen these really cute trilobite plushies at another gift shop and recommended them to the store manager at our museum, which lead to us scrolling through the manufacturer's website together on shift today and SHRIEKING with laughter at the exact same moment when we simultaneously noticed that they sell a giant $100 eurypterid body pillow

“Umm it’s really obvious you have a fetish for fat people” okay i think that’s fine actually. I would prefer to be open about being attracted to fat people rather than tell other people not to be so openly attracted to fatness, something which people do to me with a strange amount of frequency

I love soft feedism but sometimes I get this urge to… Forcefully stuff you until you are so full your moans mix with pain and your skin is visibly stretched ~

I imagine you asking me to tie you to the chair while I force another serving of creamy pasta down your throat, preparing another while you are still chewing. Pushing my body weight against your stomach, my hand resting on the underside of your belly and teasing you about how tight the waistband is.

I imagine what it would be like, digging my nails into your stretchmarks while you are chewing, causing you to open your mouth to moan but also giving me an opening to stuff you even more… I would keep reminding you through whispers straight into your ear how much of a greedy, lazy, fatty you are becoming

I daydream of edging you all day long and only letting you cum after you’ve eaten enough to feed a family. Getting you addicted to a loop of cumming and eating until you can’t do one without the other anymore

I fantasize of adding heavy cream and gainer shakes to all of your meals, holding them up for you, asking if you really deserve them while all you can do is whimper and greedily ask for more because getting fat is the only thing that makes you happy

I drool at the thought of making fun of you for how fat you’ve gotten while I get you off, so you associate humiliation with pleasure. You can’t cum unless someone is degrading you for being a gluttonous, lazy hog

I wonder how long it would take me to get you addicted to eating the entire day, from big meals to snacks, to more meals… Until you barely move from the sofa anymore and I decide to not give you any for a couple hours, hearing you go crazy and begging me to bring you food… Desperately touching yourself to realize you have ruined your brain so much you can’t cum unless you are stuffed and degraded

I can’t wait for the day you can’t even reach yourself, making you completely dependent on me for any sort of pleasure. I can’t wait until you barely fit through doors. I can’t wait until simply lifting your hands to feed yourself gets you winded up…💕

So be a good pig and keep eating for me

I’ve never been so bloated and full.

I gorged myself on a box of pierogi, drank almost a gallon of egg nog, my gut looks comically round against my frame and I’m fighting with the idea of stuffing myself even more or letting this belly rest. My skin feels too tight, my belly won’t stop making protesting gurgles, I feel like I might pop with every breath.

But I want more. To wake up feeling and looking fatter. To get stuck in my old hoodie with my gut sticking out the bottom. Fuck I want to be fat. So grotesquely obese that I don’t even pass for a person. Just a heavy blob of greed, only functional to eat and grow. How fat can I get with my own brain encouraging me like this 🥵🥵🥵

All fat boys deserve a snug singlet to hang out of 🥵🥵🥵

Blubber boy 😇

Too much to hold in