I'm just a fat girl wanting to get fatter. cw:257gw:400 18 only
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**Full of Love**
You’re sprawled comfortably on the couch, your favorite blanket draped over your legs. The TV hums softly in the background, but your focus is on the snacks scattered across the coffee table in front of you. Your large, heavy belly rests out in the open, free from the constraints of your clothes. It feels good to relax like this, letting your belly spread and settle against your lap, feeling its warmth and softness. You pop another chip into your mouth, savoring the salty crunch as you absentmindedly rub your belly with one hand. The gentle motion is soothing, and you can’t help but smile at the sensation of fullness that’s already starting to build.
Just then, you hear the familiar jingle of keys at the door, and your heart skips a beat. Your partner is home. You turn your head and watch as they walk in, arms laden with bags from your favorite takeout places. The smell of fried foods and sweet treats fills the room, making your mouth water. They catch your eye and grin, their face lighting up with that playful, adoring look that makes your heart flutter.
“Looks like someone’s been having a nice, lazy day,” they tease gently, glancing at the empty snack bags around you.
You chuckle, patting your belly. “Just a little snack before you got home,” you say with a wink.
“Well, I’ve got a lot more here for you,” they reply, setting the bags down on the coffee table. “I hope you’re hungry.”
You nod eagerly, your belly rumbling softly in anticipation. Your partner settles beside you on the couch, close enough that you can feel the warmth of their body against yours. They begin to unpack the bags, revealing an assortment of your favorite foods: greasy cheeseburgers, crispy fries, sugary pastries, and more. The sight alone makes your stomach growl louder.
Without a word, they pick up a burger and hold it up to your lips. You open your mouth, letting them feed you the first bite. The flavors burst across your tongue, savory and delicious. As you chew, they reach out with their free hand and gently caress your belly. Their touch is soft and warm, sending shivers of pleasure through your skin. You swallow and take another bite, leaning back into the cushions, feeling completely at ease.
Bite after bite, they feed you, their fingers brushing against your lips, their other hand never leaving your growing belly. You can feel it expanding with each mouthful, pressing heavier against your lap, stretching your skin tight. The sensation of fullness builds slowly, a pleasant, comforting weight that anchors you to the couch. Your partner’s hand moves in slow, lazy circles, rubbing and massaging, making you feel warm and loved.
As you finish one burger and move on to the fries, you find yourself leaning into their touch more, craving that soothing contact as much as the food itself. Your partner notices and smiles, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek.
“You’re doing so well,” they murmur, their voice low and affectionate. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”
You nod, too content to speak, closing your eyes as you chew. They continue to feed you, alternating between bites of food and gentle sips of a creamy milkshake. The feeling of fullness becomes more intense, your belly rounding out, heavy and taut. Your breathing deepens as the weight of it presses against your lungs, making you feel deliciously stuffed.
Eventually, the bags are empty, and you’ve eaten everything. You let out a satisfied sigh, feeling more full than you ever have before. Your belly is massive, resting heavily against your thighs, so tight and round that you can hardly believe it’s yours. Your partner’s hand never stops its gentle caress, soothing and comforting as you bask in the sensation of being so completely full.
“You’re amazing,” they whisper, leaning in to kiss you softly. “Look how big and beautiful you are.”
You smile, feeling a flush of warmth spread through your cheeks. You try to move, but your belly is so heavy that you can’t manage more than a wiggle. Your partner chuckles and pulls you closer, wrapping their arms around you, careful not to press too hard against your overstuffed stomach.
“Don’t worry,” they say, their voice soft and loving. “I’ll take care of everything. You just relax and enjoy how full you are.”
You sigh, letting yourself sink into their embrace, feeling completely safe and content. With their hands still rubbing your belly, you close your eyes, a smile on your lips, and drift off into a blissful, food-induced nap.
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Look, piggy, you received an email on your old email-account. It's from one of your former schoolmates. Should I read it for you? Yes? Well, it's adressed to all the people of your former class to meet for a ten-year-reunion in about six months. Oh piggy, isn't it adoreble that they think you still belong to them?
I remember when you told me how big you've already been back in your schooldays. That you easily doubled most of your classmates in weight. That you had problems sitting normally on the chairs and that you'd even broken some. You were always the biggest, weren't you? So just think about the current situation then...
Most of your former classmates live perfect lives, don't they. And while they do, nobody could even imagine what happened to you in these last ten years. There are people, who founded a family, for example. All while you submitted to me and fattened up for me like none of them could even imagine. At a gaining rate of nearly 70lbs per year, you added 700lbs of extra fat and blubber to your already big frame, weighing down now at an enormous and supersized 985lbs. And while all those now successful women and men out there work on their careers in good jobs everyday, your only job is to lay here naked in your bariatric, reinforced bed and eat your life away for my pleasure like the good pig you are. Like them you also achieved a lot of hoals in your life - just... different. They got married to their partners, you got owned by me, your feeder and master. They built houses, you trapped yourself inside your own body on purpose. They travel around the world, while you can't move a single finger nowadays.
So, imagine if we'd find a way to move you to the reunion. What would all these people, your former classmates, feel, when they saw you? Would they be embaressed? Would they feel sorry for you? Would they be disgusted? Would they laugh at you? Whould they tell you that they'd always knew how you would end up, you fat fuck? Well, probably all together, don't you think?
Let's face it, piggy: you won't go there anyway. Because you have a job to do, a very important job. There's still not enough fat hanging off your body. And you are still able to breathe way too good. We should change that, shouldn't we? And while all of your classmates will meet in a couple of month to celebrate their reunion, I'm pretty sure, you won't even make it until then, you fat, greedy hog. Here, piggy, eat something. Make me proud and eat yourself to death, fat pig!
Be a good pig and open wide for me, just like you always did, piggy. Enjoy those next bites - they will be your last. Today's the day, when I will deliver you from your suffering.
C'mon, fatty, don't look so shocked. You always knew that this day would come soon, didn't you? That's just a natural part of being someones deathfeedee. Just remember how often we spoke about death to prepare you for this day. And after you passed that magical 1000lbs last week, it's now time to call it a life and say goodbye as I'm already in search of your successor.
Remember when I asked you what you'd like as your last meal? You told me that you'd like pure grease to be your last "meal" as it would fulfill your life as a literal pig best. Damn, even I as your Deathfeeder was surprised just how f*cked up and what a naughty pig you are. Well, I hope foryou that you won't regret your choice, because I bought a lot of grease to fill both your huge body and those last hours of your life.
You always fantasized about growing huge as someones pig. So I fed you and you ate and ate and ate. Your fat became softer and your blubber heavier in no time. But the real fun began, when we both confessed to each other, that this was not enough; that this was not satisfying enough for both of us. We wanted more. Growing you into immobility became the next logical step. And after you became bed-bound you confessed to me with that naughty, piggish smile that you seriously could imagine being fattened to death by me. That's what made you the ideal hog to me.
It will now proceed as follows: I will feed you spoon after spoon full of fat, slobby grease and you will suck it down for me like the good pig you are, although you know that it'll kill you. Because you are gluttonous. Because you are greedy and submit to me, your feeder. I know that your body hurts. How couldn't it after we overfed you for so many years now. Face it, reality's kicking in: your body's about to give up.
You want your pains to release? Then be a good pig and eat yourself to death for me. This is my last command to you: Greedely suck down every spoonful of grease until that poor little overstuffed heart of yours stops beating. And be aware: we won't stop until you are dead, pig. Let's bring it to an end, pig. Open wide for me!
Hobby
I love waking up and lumbering my fat ass to the kitchen. Then I prepare a huge amount of food, like 3 meals. I’m breathing heavy as I waddle around making my stuffing. Then I lay it all out on the table really pretty. Finally, I get to sit down. It feels so good to rest my giant gut and my heavy legs.
I love sitting at the table with all my food outstretched before me. I love the feeling of working on eating it all. I’m at a point where I can eat so much so routinely that I usually have a large variety of 3-4 different dishes. I’m an enthusiastic eater, I usually inhale my food. I love the feeling of chewing and swallowing and sucking it all down. I love when I start getting too full and then get a huge relief and more space from a solid belch or two. It’s actually an annoyance when I have to stop to breathe.
Then it hits me if I’ve made enough food: I get slower. My enthusiasm is diminished. There is still so much left to eat. I love that feeling when it starts to become a slog. When the chewing gets more sluggish and I must strategically eat the things I least like before the things I love to maximize eating potential. I love when eating becomes a chore and a hobby for me. An entire activity, a planned out event that takes time and effort and energy. Something many people want to do as fast and as little as possible I’ve decided to devote valuable time to. Stuffing my fat gut until it’s all gone and I can hardly think or stand or breathe. It feels so good to lean back in my chair and see nothing but empty plates before me, and having constant burps to let out all that air I sucked down.
I love that feeling. To be hopelessly addicted to consuming huge amounts of food. Consuming many people’s daily calories in just one meal, sometimes 2-3x more. That feels so good. It feels so good that my body is now a fine example of constant overfeeding. A heavy, sagging gut. Flabby, soft arms. Gigantic, squishy thighs. Quivering, blubbery side rolls piled on top of each other. A meaty, pudgy chest. A giant, wobbling double chin. Thick, bulging back rolls. Even my hands are fat and inflated.
I think about that often. How I’m becoming a mountainous blob of hefty lard, a complete fat sack of tubby softness with legs. Just an obese pig with an obsession with eating food. It suits me. I’m so good at eating. I love eating. I love planning my days around it. I don’t want to think far past my belly much at all.
I need more food. I need more fat. I need more space. I need more.
More.
So soft n heavy🥴💕
*okay to reblog^^*
truly at a loss for words. nesma @nesmamomen has been fundraising on this website since fucking march and is so tantalizingly close to her goal yet shes only bringing in $5-$10 every couple of hours or so. please take this burden off her shoulders after she has already lost everything
I hate how there are so many cultures where homosexuality was seen as normal and unremarkable until fucking Christians arrived and now that country/region is the most homophobic in the world, like.
Christians mind your own fucking business maybe.
I’m going to make you addicted to getting Fat.
I’m going to make you addicted to me, to my words, to my touch. I’m going to make you addicted to getting fat.
I’ll start slow, making you feel like you can stop anytime.
But over time you’ll gradually become more needy, begging me to stuff you, begging me to pleasure you. All while that fat girl bod just gets heavier
i’ll keep you in bed. Growing Fatter. I’ll keep your shrinking piggy brain overstimulated with your favourite addictive foods. TV Screens. Sugar. Alcohol. Sexual pleasure. Pure dopamine. Pure pleasure.
You’ll be overstimulated for such a long period of time that when you finally go outside, your fried princess brain just won’t be able to deal with it…
you’ll step outside the door of our house to go the store, and after only 2 minutes you’ll whimper and just fall back into my arms. Uncertain, Unsure, Trembling from the lack of stimulation or guidance from me.
You’re mine, fatty 🖤
You can’t keep your fat body covered 🤭
It’s cute how once you get fat, there’s literally no way to hide it. Every couple of minutes, your clothes seek to expose you.
Your shirt rides up without notice. Revealing a soft, squishy, greedy-girl belly.
People can’t help but stare at your belly. They’re terrified of becoming like you. But you? you did this on purpose. How taboo.
You pull your shirt down over your soft belly. But after a couple minutes the other side of your shirt rides up, and a chunky love handle pokes out. You feel the breeze on your sensitive fat, and know that it’s time to pull down your shirt again.
This is your life now. All day, every day.
Your shirt rides up every few minutes. Revealing your chunky rolls. Your greedy belly. Your protruding love handles.
Other people can hide their kinks, their secrets, their insecurities.
But you? You can’t hide it. Your shirt reveals your body to the public every few minutes.
Most people stare in horror. As if they’re not supposed to see a fat belly, in public.
But me? I catch your eye as you look up after pulling your shirt down, and i give you a cheeky smirk of approval. “Caught you” 😏
You’re getting addicted to fast food, aw… how cute.
I love coming home early, and seeing you getting caught red handed with your mcdonald’s bag, holding it nervously at your protruding belly, which is slightly hanging out of your shirt, but you hadn’t noticed.
you’ve got no time to hide. Your chubby greedy girl hands are gripping the bag of fast food, that you’ve become helplessly addicted to.
Your overfed belly poking out. That nervous look on your face because you didn’t expect to see me.
How cute, you’re getting so greedy that even when i’m not asking to feed you, you’re still doing secret stuffings by yourself when i’m not around. Looks like someone’s getting a little too fond of all this ‘feeding stuff’, huh tubby?
and your little food addiction is starting to take its toll… You don’t think so?
Ok well, let me describe what i see then…
I see a girl, that used to be Fit. Strong. Motivated. A role model. The image of conventionally hot.
Who has become Round. Rotund. Fat.
You used to have a defined jawline. But now your face has gotten fat. Chubby cheeks that slightly wobble when you move.
There’s a few crumbs stuck in your double chin that you haven’t noticed, aw.
A chunky roll gradually squeezing its way across your belly to become a permanent feature.
Your greedy-girl gut is filling up your lap.
Your cankles are starting to form a roll that’s hanging slightly onto your swollen, pampered, chubby feet. Which barely get used anymore.
What I see, is Indulgence and Hedonism, manifested into a person.
Now, give me that bag. Let me hand-feed you that mcdonald’s while i caress your sensitive belly, fatty.
Growing up with your starters
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Reblob to make a fatphobe mad 😠
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Look how helpless you’ve become, fat ass.
We’ve only been walking for 5 minutes, and i feel fine. But you?
Look at you! Literally, just stop and look at yourself…
Your legs are shaking from holding up all of those heavy, lazy pounds. No, don’t deny it fatty, i can see them trembling, and your entire fat-girl bod is quivering along with them.
🥺
Don’t give me that 🥺 face. Look what you’ve done. You’ve officially become such a heavy, lazy, fatty that your underused legs are no longer fit to hold you up for 5 minutes.
I can see your eyes begging me to take you to sit down somewhere. I can see your cheeks flushed bright red with exhaustion from just standing still, holding up all that heavy fat. Your legs keep trembling, and your fat girl bod keeps quivering.
How cute. My helpless, red faced fatty. Let’s get you back to your bed, safe & comfortable. You’re not built for the real world anymore.
Sumo wrestling.
Reblog this and tell me about your favorite non kink hobby please
You live for me now
You live for me. Eating and eating yourself heavier for me. You are my little pet. My fat hog. I want you stuffed at all times. I want you to be record breakingly obese. I want people to see what I’ve created. A grotesquely obese unrecognizable blob of a human. I want people to gawk at you when I put you on display. I want your insides stretched so big that its impossible to keep you full. You have submitted your life to being my subject and I will feed your desires.
I will start by feeding you more and more every day until you belly buldges past your pants. I want you to pop the buttons from them by sitting down and letting the pressure do the rest. I want your face to grow softer and your ass to swell bigger. You are my pig now and you will eat until I say you can stop. I know you love being teased you fat sloppy hog. I’ll push you and make you eat until you think you will explode. You might cry but its part of my plan. I want your gut to turn into two big doughy rolls for me to play with while you eat.
I will feed you for hours on end and measure you while you grow. You will be my fat storing piglet. After you have glutted yourself up to five hundred pounds I will get you an extra large bariatric bed to grow into. Even if I have to tie you down and force feed you to that size. I know you would love it anyway. Your body will be piling on so much weight so quickly that your muscles will give up on you ever walking again. I will rub your fat engorged body with lotion to keep your skin soft. Your belly will be slumped between your legs forcing them apart at all times. Your arms heavy and saggy laying uselessly to your sides. Plump and fat just for me.
But thats not enough. Nine hundred pounds is not enough. I need you to be extremely obese. Your body needs to be filled with so much fat that you are basically floating in a sea of lard. At this point you will not be able to resist. Plead all you want I’ll just stuff your piggy mouth with cake and watch you eat it slowly. I’ll hook you to a heart monitor to watch your heart become weaker while you swell. Thats the downside of being a pure hog. It won’t stop me though. I’ll roll you over onto your giant pillowy belly and rub your globular asscheeks while your face is buried in a trough. I will break your will and soon you will become a greedy feeding machine. Eating faster and faster slopping food all over yourself. Your body inflating with cellulite and fat rolls.
My goal is too make you so incredibly obese that no one will recognize you. I will fatten you up until you can’t move a single muscle. A mountainous pile of lard with a feeding tube of butter funneling into your plump lips. A mess of fat rolls piled on top of your body, pressing you into the bed. I want your heart to struggle while you gorge endlessly on a mix of cream and butter. I want your fattened cheeks to be so swollen that your eyes are forced shut so you can’t see what you’ve become. A fat, lifeless pile of blubber. All for me to feed until you either burst or your heart explodes. Which will happen first?
I've just finished The Promised Neverland which I enjoyed.
do u like anime?
I do like anime yeah!
I’m big into Attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, and recently I’ve been watching Hells Paradise with my gf.
We also finished Wonder Egg Priority which is about a group of girls learning about death and dealing with the loss of people close to them while fighting to “save” them. It’s pretty cool!
Thanks for the ask!
since the old version of this post was flagged for 'adult content'...
reblog this post if your account is a trans safe space or owned by a trans person!
along with that, reblog if your account is a non-binary spectrum safe space or owned by someone on the enby spectrum!
What's that sweetheart? You can't eat any more? I find that hard to believe, looking at how fat you've made yourself. You're too full? Well, if that's really how you feel, then fine. I won't feed you anymore. Let's see how long you can last without eating, fatty.
You want me to get you some food? Oh but sweetie, you told me you couldn't eat any more! I know that was an hour ago, but you said you were too full and you couldn't finish the meal I made for you so I've decided to see what happens when I stop bringing you food.
You're hungry? Just 2 hours ago you ate enough food for a small family. There's no possible way you can be hungry. Of course, that kind of attitude is just how you've eaten yourself to this size. In fact, looking at how fat you are, I'm not sure you've experienced hunger for a long time. I'm going to make sure you remember just how hunger really feels.
Just a snack? It's been 3 hours. Most people would be able to last 3 hours without food just fine, you know. But you ate yourself into obesity so easily and so fast that you just can't fathom how people could go so long without eating. Do you realise how much of a pig that makes you sound like? Poor little piggy ate themselves so obscenely obese that they can't even imagine someone choosing to not eat for 3 hours.
You can't sleep because you're so hungry? I bet you'd just love for me to get you a midnight snack, wouldn't you. Stuff you full of delicious treats. I could so easily go and make you a few grilled cheeses and grab a packet of cookies and a pint of ice cream. It'd be a snack for you. Look, you're drooling at the thought of food. You're such a pig. And tonight you're going to stay a hungry pig. Sleep well sweetheart, dream of food for me, it's the closest you're going to get to eating tonight.
You're feeling weak from the hunger? It's been 11 hours. I guess it's normal to be feeling hungry by now, but you shouldn't be this weak! Your body clearly has plenty of energy stored in it in all of those rolls. You're just so used to lounging around that you don't have the strength to haul your obese frame around anymore. That's got nothing to do with the hunger, sweetheart. That's just what happens when you're as fat and lazy as you are. You're so used to being a pampered piggy. That's the real reason you're struggling to get out of bed.
Listen to you, whining and begging me to give you food. It's barely been half a day, and you're almost in tears from hunger! You'll do anything for me if I just let you eat again? Good piggy. Promise me you'll never refuse food from me again, and I'll go get you something to eat. You'll always eat everything I tell you to. You'll finish every meal. You won't complain or say it's too much, you'll just eat for me. No questions or doubts, if I say eat, you eat. Okay? Promise me you'll do all of that, and I'll get you some food. You promise? Good. You best not be lying to me. What's that piggy? You promise you're telling the truth? Ha! I know you are. Do you think I'd believe that a fatty like you might risk having to go hungry again?
Now fatty, it's time to stuff that empty belly of yours fuller than it's ever been before. I want you panting and sweating from the exertion of eating. I want you so stuffed full you won't believe you were so hungry just hours beforehand. But you won't be able to say no. My poor, obese piggy. I know you're far too scared of being hungry like that again that'll you'll never want to say no to me again. Now, let's get you some food, sweetie. You have to eat everything, you remember what happens if you say no, don't you? Good piggy. Now that you're so docile and submissive for me, we can work on really fattening you up.
You live for me now
You live for me. Eating and eating yourself heavier for me. You are my little pet. My fat hog. I want you stuffed at all times. I want you to be record breakingly obese. I want people to see what I’ve created. A grotesquely obese unrecognizable blob of a human. I want people to gawk at you when I put you on display. I want your insides stretched so big that its impossible to keep you full. You have submitted your life to being my subject and I will feed your desires.
I will start by feeding you more and more every day until you belly buldges past your pants. I want you to pop the buttons from them by sitting down and letting the pressure do the rest. I want your face to grow softer and your ass to swell bigger. You are my pig now and you will eat until I say you can stop. I know you love being teased you fat sloppy hog. I’ll push you and make you eat until you think you will explode. You might cry but its part of my plan. I want your gut to turn into two big doughy rolls for me to play with while you eat.
I will feed you for hours on end and measure you while you grow. You will be my fat storing piglet. After you have glutted yourself up to five hundred pounds I will get you an extra large bariatric bed to grow into. Even if I have to tie you down and force feed you to that size. I know you would love it anyway. Your body will be piling on so much weight so quickly that your muscles will give up on you ever walking again. I will rub your fat engorged body with lotion to keep your skin soft. Your belly will be slumped between your legs forcing them apart at all times. Your arms heavy and saggy laying uselessly to your sides. Plump and fat just for me.
But thats not enough. Nine hundred pounds is not enough. I need you to be extremely obese. Your body needs to be filled with so much fat that you are basically floating in a sea of lard. At this point you will not be able to resist. Plead all you want I’ll just stuff your piggy mouth with cake and watch you eat it slowly. I’ll hook you to a heart monitor to watch your heart become weaker while you swell. Thats the downside of being a pure hog. It won’t stop me though. I’ll roll you over onto your giant pillowy belly and rub your globular asscheeks while your face is buried in a trough. I will break your will and soon you will become a greedy feeding machine. Eating faster and faster slopping food all over yourself. Your body inflating with cellulite and fat rolls.
My goal is too make you so incredibly obese that no one will recognize you. I will fatten you up until you can’t move a single muscle. A mountainous pile of lard with a feeding tube of butter funneling into your plump lips. A mess of fat rolls piled on top of your body, pressing you into the bed. I want your heart to struggle while you gorge endlessly on a mix of cream and butter. I want your fattened cheeks to be so swollen that your eyes are forced shut so you can’t see what you’ve become. A fat, lifeless pile of blubber. All for me to feed until you either burst or your heart explodes. Which will happen first?
So i did not upload new posts in 3 weeks and no one noticed :(