Saggingvasquez - Muscle Encourage

How does it feeling knowing that you are one of the hottest gainers around here?

didn’t know until now! thank you! here’s me in another tight shirt 😤

Keeping him well-fed, GROWING and happy 😈

I Need You to Get Fatter for Me

I know you’ve already put on so much weight for me thus far, but I have a confession to make– I want more; rather I need more: I need you to keep gaining for me. I want you to get so wrapped up in forceful over snacking, and eating to excess pushing yourself until you get to a point where your metabolism is completely wrecked. Even when we aren’t together you find yourself getting hungrier and hungrier all of the time needing more frequent meals of larger sizes..

Just let the extra weight pile on, what’s 5 or 10 pounds over a month anyway? And ever so slowly, the deep hunger within you will build, and your current over-snacking habits end up leading to full on binges now and you’re not sure if you’re ever at a point where you aren’t painfully full. Yet you maintain that you are famished even after eating a single meal totalling the calories a normal, active person would eat over an entire day, you will still ask for seconds before you go to lay down in that cute “I ate myself into a food coma” way that you do before waking back up to do it over and over.

Days of gorging yourself blend into each other until you realize just how massive you’ve gotten - all of that extra, padding around the top of your midsection, your arms so giant now that they have their own incredibly plush rolls- Divine.

It would also be this point in time where you have found that leaning down towards the ground winds you each and every time, and Your immense belly hang is impeding your walking as it sways against your thighs; Beyond this,  your lap would be long gone, hidden by an ever expanding series of belly rolls and folds, not to mention  the addition of several chins and losing your knees underneath  dozens of pounds of new fat, and you’ll do it all for me.

I want you to keep growing for me, til the point where it is no longer  a choice for you to make  anymore. You’ll continue to balloon past 400, 500 pounds and beyond – totally out of control in and of  your own body, becoming absolutely massive, fat engulfing your ankles, face, and hands – you’ll be my immobile blob who  constantly moans to me that you are starving and can’t find the snacks you had on the nightstand, or begging me to get up to get you more food to spare you the caloric expenditure. You will become a helpless bottomless pit for me and I will enable and support you every step of the way.

I need you to keep gaining until every waking task is a chore for you, getting up from bed? A laborious event that is impossible for you to do on your own, and after a time even I won’t be able to help you on my own. Even with all the extra hands we could rally together to help lift or roll you, I see only Bariatric beds and lifts in your future, sugar.

I need you to get so fat that walking becomes a distant memory, til one day you can’t recall the last time you were able to do anything but sleep, eat, and call for me to croon over the mass that is your ever-growing belly tenderly. Constantly eating, devouring anything and everything brought to you - bed bound and helpless, totally immobile, what a perfect future for you <3

You must be starving now, you should definitely eat xo

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Just doing what I do best 🐷✨