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aspiring-gainer · 3 days

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WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR FATTY~?

GIVE IN!

Feel free to slide on my DMs, or just ask me something~

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I love watching you gorge yourself. Your extreme appetite always impresses me. I love providing you food, and it has to come through me as you remain trapped in your recliner. Some nights you are so full that you must remain there to sleep as you certainly can't walk yourself to the bedroom.

I watch you eat, belching every few minutes to make more room, and I tingle with desire. I know you're not capable of intercourse anymore, but that just adds to the excitement. You're eating yourself into immobility.

Your belly spills to your knees when you sit, and completely locks off access to your crotch. I don't mind. Arousal is mostly in the brain anyway, and I could pleasurably watch you eat for eternity.

You finished your last bite and groaned as you tried to lean back. Your belly is hard as a rock, but no matter how much you burp, there is no room to spare. Your white undershirt, stained with sauce and crumbs, isn't really washable. It was easier to throw it out. I would rather watch you consume all those calories shirtless anyway.

You moan again - probably to get my attention. I smile at you, my smirk is filled with mischievous intention. You love that smile, it means you did a good job with your dinner.

I stand. My hands reach out towards you and you grab them. I have to get you out of the recliner; so I place my small foot between your legs, under your belly, and use it as leverage as we both push and pull you into a standing position.

You sway slightly once standing, trying to adjust to your center of gravity. Another burp erupts.

I help you waddle to the bed. Your belly swings side to side and makes it hard to walk as it pushes back against your legs. It's really only a few steps to the bedroom, but it might as well be a mile long hike for you.

You sit on the side of the bed and groan again. You whisper, "oh God, I'm getting so fat."

I love hearing you admit that.

I fluff your pillows so you can lay down in a slightly upright position. I want you to digest easily, so laying flat on your back is not an option.

You're excited. When you can make the effort to get into bed, you know there's a reward for your gluttony. I climb atop you. It's almost impossible to mount you underneath your belly, and it's completely impossible to make contact with your penis. It's been hidden under the fat of your groin for years. Despite its impressive size, your fat is even more impressive, and your gender is only seen through a dimple in the fat of your crotch.

I peel the fat up and try to wiggle underneath your belly. Despite your impotence, I can still orgasm. I reach down to expose my clit and rest it on the fat between your legs. Thrusting back and forth, I feel the soft warm fat rubbing against me. You are too full to notice - living in the gluttonous pleasure of your reality. I continue, enjoying every sensation. My hands hold the tumultuous fat of your belly at bay. It's hard to concentrate on orgasming when I'm struggling to keep your belly fat from pushing me off of you. But eventually my mind wins out and a flood of orgasms almost cripple me.

My small body glistening with sweat, I roll off of you, and you grunt as your belly flops back down on your thighs. Another burp erupts, and I curl up next to you. I lift the fat of your breasts which spill to your side and snuggle up to you. I lift your fat belly as well, so I'm curled up as close as I can against you: feeling your weight push down on me. You slowly drift off to sleep as I gently jiggle your belly, like ripples in an ocean.

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I bet they don’t know what a pig you are behind closed doors.

I bet they don’t know that you let your petite, sweet-as-pie girlfriend tie you up and pack you full of rich, greasy food and beer until you’re belching and moaning pathetically, throbbing for my touch.

I bet they don’t know that you go straight to the drive thru and order enough food for a family to messily stuff your face with as soon as you’re out of their sights.

I bet they don’t know that you’ll get on all fours for me and devour a cake face first while making all kinds of slovenly piggish noises, all at the snap of my fingers.

I bet they don’t know that you were touching yourself while you purposely stuffed your gut full right before you met them for dinner, already planning to order the biggest thing on the menu and abuse that gut some more.

I bet they don’t know that during every second of your conversations, the only constant thoughts running through the back of your mind are food, when you can eat again, what you’re gonna eat, getting fatter, getting too stuffed to move, and making your feedress proud.

I bet they don’t know that you like how tight your clothes fit you now, or how you had to desperately hide your arousal when you burst your button at dinner and then excused yourself to go feverishly masturbate in the bathroom, feeling the blood rush between your thighs as you fantasize about me feeding you even fatter.

I bet they don’t know that the cute, sweet, delicate girl on your arm at your office party is on a deliberate mission to intoxicate you, watch you slur and burp and stumble and embarrass yourself in front of all your coworkers, then drive you home, tease you, force you to drink more, and force feed you mercilessly later on until your poor overfed belly destroys all those fancy clothes you have on.

And I bet it all makes you so unreasonably excited. Imagine what they’d think if they knew what a desperate, horny, messy, obedient, greedy hog you are for me. How you want nothing more than to be my ever-growing, overfed, massive, dumb, full-time, personal hog.

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aspiring-gainer · 3 days

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#male weight gain #ffa #belly #weight gain kink #weightgain #getting fat on purpose

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aspiring-gainer · 5 days

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You know whats this lifestyle doing to you. It’s destroying you.✨

Soon, you’ll spend all of your days on a couch, with a belly in your lap and a funnel in your mouth. Addicted to food, weed and simple pleasures that are frying your brain.✨

Happy and docile, reliant on my attention and care. A useless human being, existing to pleasure me.✨

So eat more for me. Impress me. Pleasure me.✨

Stuff that silly face of yours. Make yourself a shake. Chug it for me. Touch yourself as a reward, play with your belly… slap it, jiggle it, feel how much you’ve already ruined yourself.✨

Play with yourself while you still can reach. As soon, you wont be able to🦋

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aspiring-gainer · 8 days

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600lb+ goals

There are so many folks looking to gain weight etc but how many legitimately want to be 600lb+? I’m not talking fantasy. I’m talking IRL and all the thing s that come with it.

Reblog if you’re looking to be truely supersized.

Reblog if you’re also wanting a partner that’s truely supersized.

Let’s get everyone together for a common goal.

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aspiring-gainer · 9 days

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13k followers - 340 posts - 9 month. I am exhausted.

Need a break for my own belly building in real life.

See you in some weeks again for a gain.

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aspiring-gainer · 11 days

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Me🥵

Your Pig Brain

Not everyone is wired like you are. Very few people are. There must've been some mishap or reason to cause this, but it's apparent you share the mental characteristics of a pig. You may pretend you have some higher career or life aspirations for yourself that society would deem acceptable. But those goals are facades you use to hide the truth. The truth is, the loftiest aspirations you have revolve around food, sex, and growing to the biggest size you can.

For a time, maybe, you keep that pig brain of yours under control. Only letting it out late at night when you're alone and at your most hornily vulnerable. But the more you let this side of you out, the longer it decides to stick around. This side of you encourages and tempts you to eat food beyond what a normal person should. You let yourself become a slut for calories. The higher the calorie count, the better for you, greedily getting your fill. You feel at your best when you're chewing, so you actively try to make it so you can take more. If you ever had a skinny body, it disappears quickly. Pigs aren't supposed to be skinny, so neither will you.

You let yourself grow fatter like a common pig, marketing your increasing obesity as a personal triumph to any feeder willing to consider you a suitable mate. You see your deepening rolls, lower hanging flab, and lard-packed belly as value. They're now your tools in your arsenal to attract the most fitting breeding partner for your unquenchable lust. Your increasing size is a promise that you'll consider growing for whatever feeder wants to take you on as their project and partner. You know, if the right feeder comes knocking, you'll submit yourself entirely to them, allowing them to make you into the perfect blue ribbon hog.

Now that you're fat, you only want feeders in your life since their goals align with your piggish aspirations. A feeder will let you eat during sex. A feeder will feed you more when you get too lazy. A feeder will supply you with a steady supply of feed to keep your pig-like gluttony sated. A feeder will know when you're in heat and be willing enough to mount you like the fuckpig you are. You'll be taken care of as your feeder grows you to their desired size.

As time goes on, that pig brain will completely take over. It's a simple brain that needs simple things. It isn't good at thinking and making decisions, but that's okay. Your purpose isn't to think about anything other than food and sex anymore. So spread your legs, open your mouth, and satisfy your pig brain.

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aspiring-gainer · 13 days

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You

Yes, you.✨

You want your body ruined and your folds played with. You want me to make your resistance slowly disappear. You want your mind fucked, so that you can’t escape… your fitness to deteriorate, so that you can’t keep running away.✨

You want to be molded into my docile piggy with no sign of resistance on its face.✨

You want to sit on my reinforced bed with an empty but blissful look on your face, a funnel in your mouth and an overfed belly in your lap.✨

Don’t you? I know you do, so let me take care of it🦋

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aspiring-gainer · 14 days

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