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i love when an ex-skinny girl gets fat. But your delusional skinny girl mind just hasn’t quite caught up with your waistline yet

Although you know you got fat. You spend most of the day still living from the skinny girl mindset.

You consider people in the street Fat, even though they’re smaller than you now…

You bump and stumble into things more now, underestimating how wide you’ve grown…

You expect people you meet to treat you like the skinny girl you’ve always been, but that doesn’t happen anymore…

You feel like you’re a skinny girl in a Fat Suit.

But the truth is, you’re not a skinny girl anymore. You’re a fat girl.

The first impression you make on people is “The fat girl”.

People treat you like the fat friend. Because you are.

You got Fat.

thank god for shapewear 😵‍💫 my belly is too heavy with all those thick milkshakes inside

hope you enjoy my first tumblr video! 🤭

Horny realising I casually ate 4000 calories today without intending to 😵‍💫

That's so fucked up. (I'm so turned on)

Those pants look awfully tight on you

You've ordered takeout again? Isn't that the 3rd time this week?

I really don't think that you are at a "normal" weight anymore

Why are you so out of breath? It was just a single flight of stairs

We should go buy you new clothes, you're bursting out of your seems

I've brought you a few snacks! I know how much you love to eat

Really? There was a time when you were skinny? I can't imagine

Nah, I like that belly of yours. It's cute how it just keeps getting bigger

Say, are you even aware of how fat you're getting?

Wasn't there a cake in the fridge? Don't tell me you ate the entire thing by yourself

You're seriously starting to wheeze just from talking to me? You really need to get your weight under control, this is getting out of hand...

Holy shit, have you looked in a mirror lately? I don't know how to say this, but you've gotten really fucking fat!

Isn't that the shirt we bought just a few weeks ago? And it already doesn't fit anymore? How much are you eating?!

We've been walking for 2 minutes and you need to sit down already? Maybe I should just leave you at home where you can eat, I can hear your stomach rumbling again.

The adrenaline of almost getting caught is somewhat addicting. I can't be the only one, like yes fuck me while people are in the room over and shove your fingers down my throat to keep me quiet. Let's sneak off and makout while we're out in a group and go back like nothing happened. Grope my thighs or play with me through my pants under the table at dinner and keep a conversation with me like my breath isn't all uneven and my face isnt flushed. The adrenaline makes it all so much hotter @~@

Freeing my belly

Nothing like releasing my belly after sitting in tight jeans at work all day 💖

I Feel Huge

I have had 1 pack (6 shakes, 360 calories each, 2160 calories per pack) of Boost Plus Shakes every day for three days straight. (18 shakes total.) Along with this I have snacked, eaten meals, and barely moved from bed, except to go to work yesterday. I am certainly looking as if this is the case, too.

Lol if you can't tell, I have a voice effect on. Sowwwwwwy. (Not, lol. Tis my privacy.) Enjoy me chugging the last shake in this 6 pack of Boost Plus. I have some little debbies waiting for me a bit later, but first I am going to lie down, rub my full belly, and masturbate for a while.

Fuckkkk. Now, this is why none of my clothes fit me anymore.

August to June ; 130 to 153 lbs

My Fat Ass Just Poured Myself a Full Mug of Coffee Creamer (Sans Coffee) at Work...

1st + 2nd Breakfast = 1190 Calories 🤤

This is what I have resorted to: chugging vanilla coffee creamer at work since I have no heavy cream or boost shakes on me.

I drank it in my office and played with my belly at my desk like the good, growing piggy that I am 🐷

Getting so big. I cannot believe I am pouring out of these pants like this. I just got them last month.

Hey there fatty.

Yeah, I’m talking to you.

I can tell you’ve been greedy recently.

Just look at this gut you’ve grown!

You think you’ve hidden it, but everyone can see what a pig you’re turning into.

All those fast food trips have shown on your waistline.

Those late night treats clinging to your hips.

You just can’t resist, can you.

You have no willpower.

You’re probably hungry right now, aren’t you?

Why don’t you order food fatass?

Eat for me.

Make yourself even fatter.

For me.

I got my breast pumps and have been pumping my udders a few times a day. I ordered a mothers milk fenugreek supplement that will hopefully help me start producing milk combined with the stimulation and pumping. I actually got a tiny bit of liquid out of my right udder today while pumping 😍😱

Just another step towards being a perfect hucow 🐮

When I go to the beach in my tiny bikini and let my fat hang out for everyone to see, I like to imagine that maybe there are some people taking pictures while I’m sprawled out tanning my gut.

Some because they are disgusted and appalled that such a fat pig would have the nerve to display themselves in such a way.

Some because they want to have a hand in making me even fatter.

Im sure there would be cruel ones that would send my picture to friends or share in online groups so they can all laugh and call me names together.

Some might send my picture to their gf and tell her she should strive to look like this.

I just wish they would offer to send the pictures to me so I can see what this beached whale looks like from their view 🐋🥲

Bought these jeans 5 months ago. Size 22. I would say it’s time to grab some 24s but honestly might as well just go for the 26s at this point.

Waking up so horny when I feel how big and fat and jiggly this gut is 😍🤤🥵

Waking up feeling like a big fat cow is the best feeling 😍🐮

take me out to overeat in a restaurant and watch as my pretty new dress gets way too tight ☺️

My sub was cuddled up on my lap, and I could tell he was messing himself, but now he’s still and quiet, but his body still feel tense under my hands.

“Are you okay? Are you having trouble with it coming out, or something?”

He shakes his head into my shoulder.

“Why did you stop, sweetheart? I know you have to go more.” I rub my hand across his stomach under his shirt. “Your belly is all hard.” He presses his face harder into my shoulder.

“I wanted to go slow,” he mumbles into my tshirt.

“Like, to savor the feeling?”

He hesitates and then I feel his head move slowly up and down, pulling at the fabric of my shirt.

“Aw, you like it that much?” I ask, rubbing a hand up and down his back. He just whimpers in response. “It sounds like it. Would it be okay if I told you when to push, honey? Would that work better?”

His whole body reacts, his hips jerk and his hands, wrapped around my back and buried in the couch cushions, squeeze my shirt.

“Do you want me to tell you when to go? Then we can draw it out as much as you like.”

“Mhm,” he says very quickly.

“Okay, honey, push now.” He grunts. “Slow. Stop.” I rest my palm against the back of his diaper. “Push again. Stop.” I pause for longer this time, so that there isn’t a rhythm to it.

“Wait,” he says, “can I go again? Now I reallyy need to.” He’s wiggling his hips against my thighs.

“No, sweetheart. You’re holding it right now…okay, now you can push a little. Slowly, honey, easy. Slow down. Stop.” I run my hand across his belly. It’s still hard.

“I need to make a really big log,” he murmurs in my ear. “I—I can feel it.”

“You can push again, now. Just go slow.” He grunts again. I can feel his body tensing. “Now stop.”

“I—I can’t! It’s still coming out!”

Current bout of brain rot:

Getting with a girl whos smaller than me, maybe a faint bit of chub, but obsessed with her appearance. She says she likes big girls but isn't into all that feeder/feedee stuff. Except, she is, totally into it. She fantasises about eating until she can't move and packing on lb after lb, but she's always been to scared to explore this. She likes to tease me about my waistline and eating habits, always insisting she could never get like me.

Months pass and she starts to notice a little more pudge on her hips and stomach. She feels me holding it when I fuck her and it pressing against her arm when she masturbates. She tries to be horrified but can't help loving it. She's never cum like that in her life. I start to notice too. Her red cheeks or wholehearted moans when I grab her paunch when im pleasuring her. I subtly start to change her eating habits further, playing dumb to her new gain of course.

"Babe, just go for seconds if you like it. If I had your metabolism I'd be going for 3rds by now!"

"You want the last couple of doughnuts? I had a huge lunch at work today."

"You looked like you were having a rough day so I picked up your favourite snacks! Im not even going to steel any!"

"You wanna come for a few beers with me, babe?"

Sure enough, her paunch turns into a pot belly. She tries to whine about how fat she's gotten but it's hard to convince me when my own gut is still rounder. I make a point of making her cum whenever she's stuffed or eaten too much and definitely when she's bloated and tipsy from a trip to the pub. I make a point of telling her it's normal, just relationship weight. Besides, it's hot. Her ass is bigger, her tits are blowing up and I love when our bellies kiss when we fuck.

So she continues. She can't help here self. Her appetite increases and with it her waistline. Soon she's outgrown me, but by this point she doesn't care. She's gotten used to being my spoiled little heifer and is loving living out her feedee fantasy finally ❤️

I don't want a relationship, I want someone to take me on an all inclusive holiday where they're in complete control of me for a week. Like, in a subtle way. If I say I'm done at the buffet, they'll strongly encourage me to get a few more plates, until they've deemed I've eaten enough. I just think they're being nice, brining me snacks and beers and cocktails to my sun bed, so I cant say no to that. Their greedy hands take every opportunity to lather up my spilling body with sun cream, the groping and slipping of fingers edging me all day long. So by the time evening comes around, I'm so stuffed and tipsy I cant masturbate on my own, I have to beg them to make me cum. They tease me about how much I'm porking out and suggest that I should probably take it easy on the buffet tomorrow, that maybe I need to hit the gym rather than the sun loungers. Grope my belly and love handles as they force a dildo that's way too big into my soaked pussy, reminding me of how much I'm spilling out of my bikini. Watch me squirm as they force it in and out so fast, I wasnt ready! But soon I've cum so hard all I can do is sleep it off, ready for the next day of the exact same thing 😩

I long for the day I can do these things to the woman I’ve impregnated.To marvel at the way my seed and her genetics have combined to alter her in profound ways, to see that she is both a completely different person than who she was just months ago and yet also somehow the same one I fell in love with. My dream is to be able to look into eyes of this woman, who loved me enough to choose me as the man with which to merge our DNA, and who wanted me to be the one to permanently change and transform her, and see that she too is as happy and content as I am.

I want to see in her expression confirmation that she loves her new body as much as I do, that she believes like I do that her gorgeously taut belly and enormous, milk-laden breasts make her more beautiful than she has ever been before. Our eyes will lock and we will see in each other the primal acceptance that this is what we both have always wanted.

Of course, these thoughts will stir up ravenous feelings in me, and I know that the same hormones coursing through my lover that turned her into the fertility goddess standing before me have made her almost permanently wet. It isn’t long before I am back inside her, where it all began, her heavy body pressing down on me with every thrust. She is no longer ashamed to be heavy, rather she is proud of every new inch of feminine flesh, and my pleasure is magnified by the feeling of this truly complete woman pushing down on me.

I cradle and grope her huge breasts in my hands knowing that at any moment I could draw a thick brown nipple into my mouth and she could feed me her milk as a sign of her love for me, in the same way how leaving my seed in her 8 months ago was a sign of my love for her.