I Want To Get So Fat That I Start Having Feeders Interact With Me On The Street.

I want to get so fat that I start having feeders interact with me on the street.

I want to get so fat that I have to sell my car because there is NO WAY my fatass will fit in a coupe.

I want to get so fat that when my belly growls people just shove a snack my way in annoyance.

I want to get so fat that I get stuck in everything. Changing rooms, new clothes, things hallways, cars, shower, bathtub, escalator, elevator etc.

I want to get so fat that the flab around my neck is mistaken for an airplane pillow when I sit.

I want to get so fat that I have to be rescued by the fire dept after gorging myself in a restaurant booth.

I want to get so fat that buttons fly, seams tear, belts snap and my massive gut bounces out for everyone to see.

I want to get so fat that I can’t fly on a plane without buying the whole row of seats

I want to get so fat that my gut is a foot wider than I am tall.

I want to get so fat that no shoes fit my fat feet.

I want to get so fat that three gallon tubs of ice cream won’t satiate me.

I want to get so fat no one recognizes me until they hear my voice.

Please. Feed me. I’ll be the perfect fat pet I promise. Just blow me up to your hearts content

I want to manipulate you…

I want to enable you every day until you are begging me to stick a funnel in your mouth because you have gotten addicted

I want to leave everything you could ever dream of eating at an arms reach, buying and cooking new stuff every day

I want to feed you breakfast and jerk you off until you fall asleep, just to wake you up later to more food. I want you to get horny every time you smell the kitchen

I want to use your humiliation and degradation kink against you, making you go out in clothes that haven’t hid your underbelly in weeks, to then rub you between your legs in the first public bathroom I find and grab everything that is spilling over the pants you could barely close

I want to replace the clothes you can’t wear anymore with some that are way too big. If you want to humiliate yourself in public again with clothing that is too tight you better start eating

When you do manage to eat yourself out of your clothes, I will reward you with even more food. I want you to be stuck in a cycle of gluttony, I want to get you to the point where saying no is almost impossible. I want to chip away at your willpower every day

I want to get home to my pathetic little pig that is covered in crumbs, has visibly wet underwear from getting horny while eating and even so didn’t touch themselves because they were too busy gorging on food and fell into a food comma before being able to relief themselves

I want to jerk you off from behind, biting into your soft neck and stuffing pastries into your mouth whenever you open it to moan

I want to grab your fat and ask you how you managed to let go that much, all while knowing it was all me

I want to restrain you and taunt you with food until you are begging me, but the condition is that you have to eat until you are too full to sit up

I want to ‘encourage’ your attempts at exercising because I love seeing you fail all of them, I will reward your hard work with your favorite meals

I want to see you get to the point where you ask me to make you feel good while you eat because you need both hands to shove food in quicker, knowing full well you will be edged until you finish all of it

I really really want to have full control over you and mold you into my perfect little pet

If you are gay or bisexual and liked Pooh growing up you are probably either a chub or a chaser now.

Sorry! I don’t make the rules.

(All credit to the artist! Found on BearWorldMag.com)

I want to roll you around as you helplessly whine and beg for more food, making strangers come and poke you as I call you a big porker and make fun of you, poking my fingers deep into your flab

In honor of hitting 1800 followers today (thank you all that number is insane to me) and Valentine’s Day, I wanted to do some kind of challenge and really test my limits, so here it is:

Like = 50 calories

Comment = 100 calories

Reblog = 150

This calorie drive will go from today until 2/21 at 5:00 pm cst. The actual stuffing(s) for this will take place beginning March 1st and continue throughout the weekend until I reach (or perhaps surpass) the total. Depending on where the total ends up, i will either consume that many calories every day, or split up the number into three days worth of eating.

It’s crazy how far I’ve come and how much bigger I want to be. I’m hoping it’s been as fun for you as it has for me because I’m far from finished 😁

Now Let’s see how much y’all want me to eat 😋😉

Before is from 2015 and roughly 100 lbs ago 🫠😍

the way you fuckers will run specifically (queer and not queer alike) black and poc feedists into the ground…. you will nitpick and whine and overcorrect and complain until they deactivate, and then turn the other cheek when your favorite white feedist isn’t doing the exact thing that you demand of black and poc feedists. not everyone is online 24/7, not everyone has the energy to do everything, and nobody should be put through the months and months of the bullying and harassment that you have put black and poc feedists through. remember that next time! thanks