Acabo De Tener Un Evento De Graduacin Y Creo Me Deje Llevar Con La Comida Siento Que Voy A Explotar

acabo de tener un evento de graduación y creo me deje llevar con la comida siento que voy a explotar

things to do when a feedee when she’s stuffed

slap her tummy really gently right where it’s the most stretched and tight 

jiggle that bottom part of her belly that is always soft no matter how full she is 

run ur fingers slowly down her stretchmarks, watching how she wriggles at how sensitive the skin is 

slide your whole hand right over the curve of her tummy

poke (gently!) to make sure she’s been properly fed to bursting 

reach down for her mound and give it a jiggle 

same with her soft swollen tits, til her nipple’s hard against your hand

hey, fuck it, why not reach up and gently pinch the soft fat starting to hang under her arms? she should know she’s growing wings! 

slap her tummy again for good measure. gently. just so she can hear how fucking full she is. 

last but not least, wipe grease off her lips and stroke her plump double chin. let her suck on your fingers if she still wants something in her mouth. 

call her a greedy lil piglet who’ll grow up to be a big fat sow 

when she’s ready, help her sit up and start eating again.  

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I think one of the hottest parts of gaining for me is that I don't consistently want to. Half the time I'm totally into it and half the time I completely regret it and wish I was still thin (or even just less fat). It doesn't matter though, I'm so hopelessly addicted to food (and I'm on meds that cause weight gain). Every now and again I can keep it together long enough to lose maybe five pounds, but I'll always end up gaining it back and then some.

It's torture and it's so fucking hot.

Every time I'm excited to see that the number on the scale's gone up, I know that a couple days later I'll be fucking devastated. I said I wasn't going to go over 200, how did I end up 275? Probably because I can't stop stuffing my fat fucking face. I'll be in denial about how I'm too fat for any of my clothes, then embarrassed to be that delusional fat ass who can't admit that her jeans just barely button and her shirt doesn't even come close to covering her gut, then so turned on knowing that everyone's probably looking at me thinking about what a pathetic fat ass I am.

The best is when it hits right after I get done stuffing my pig face. Sitting there bloated and miserable, completely regretting it but knowing it's too late and the thousands of calories are already clogging my arteries and blowing me up with even more lard.

I'm totally trapped in my body. 11/10, would recommend.

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