Please Someone Come And End My Life. Im Tired Of Being A Disappointment.

Please someone come and end my life. I’m tired of being a disappointment.

Omg yes please

Current #1 fantasy: a feeder smoking me out as soon as I wake up and using the ensuing munchies to keep me eating all day, bringing me an endless parade of treats and making sure I stay high and happy and fuller and fuller and fuller until by the time evening rolls around my tummy is swollen taut, my shirt won't go down over my stomach and I can't get a full sentence out without burping 🥰

Hey, do you still have that drawing tutorial you made on your twitter account showing on how you drew fat?

Sure! Hope it's still helpful

Help me get bigger! Help feed this belly! Pm for PayPal and others. #gainer

Belly goals

still fat

What I Want in a Feeder

-To make my belly hang over my knees, and then eventually drag along the floor so it’s out of my reach, covered in stretchmarks and infinite rolls

-To condition me to cum from being stuffed so I always need to be filled to cum

-To make me too fat to masturbate so I’m reliant on them or just trying to hump my own flesh to feel something 

-To make use of all the new rolls and folds of fat they’ve added to me, fucking them instead of my pussy and making sure I’m trained to get pleasure from that

-To not let me stop gaining until I’m as big as they want me, even if I resist, because they want me to look like a circus fat lady 

-To make me so huge I’m forced to waddle around when I can still move, every part of me jiggling just for their enjoyment and amusement, out of breath and sweaty just from walking across the room

-To only be allowed to wear clothes that are slightly too small and be forbidden from doing anything that tries to hide my fat from view, if my belly doesn’t stay in my shirt I’ll have to just let it show, every humiliating inch of cellulite-ridden flab visible

-To be made to display my gluttony for all to see in public whenever my feeder wants, eating enough for 5 people and putting my body on display in crop tops and tight shorts

-To be tied down and force fed with a funnel if I’m not cooperative, because I’m going to keep getting fatter whether I want to or not. 

-To be forced to eat until I can barely move and have to use a scooter to get around, especially in public so everyone can see the consequences of what I’ve done to myself

-To make fun of me and humiliate me as much as possible so I can never forget what I’ve become, a waddling wheezing blob of lard whose only purpose is to get fatter and fatter