growingcutie
big, blonde, and beautiful
Canadian feedee. 30 y/o. 18+.Goal weight: infinity and beyond
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The Nose Glued To The Pavement
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Did someone eat a little too much and can't get up? 🐷
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Hot thoughts
One of the best things about being fat and getting hot thinking about it, touching my fatness while I masturbate, is that once I have finished all the fat is still there. It's not something I can take off and put on to be hot and enjoy. Feedism has completely transformed my body and sometimes I am ashamed and enjoy it at the same time. I hope to get so fat that I myself know that if someone wants to have sex with me it is because they loves that I am fat and that I have a huge huge ass, hips, legs... Maybe that person wants me to be even fatter and can eat in front of them knowing that I just want to get fat and turn my body into something obscenely fat. I hope they cook well and bring me food to bed and took out to eat at good restaurants.
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Growing up, you were told you could be anything. The whole world of options, and you opted to be a lazy, fattened pig. Your biggest aspiration is to be a tended to, overfed, spoiled pile of fat. So much potential you're willingly giving up.
I wonder what all your old classmates would think. What careers and lives have they built while you doubled, tripled, or even quadrupled in size? What about your teachers/professors? All that instruction wasted on someone destined to have an empty head and a full belly. Destined to completely let go of mind and body.
You're sitting there, reading this, probably thinking of how much deeper you're going to fall into a lifestyle that demands nothing more of you than "eat", "grow", and "cum". All you ever are is one more bite away. One more snack. One more thought you let fall away. One more motivation that you replace with a desire to indulge.
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Lazy, obese, & sedentary hog that can’t get enough 🤝 dotting caretaker & feeder that asks “are you hungry” every 30mins
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"I'm starving". No, you're not. You are addicted. Your re-wired brain is tricking you into getting your next quick fix of fattening foods. Minutes after the last snack. You have packed on so much weight, you could live on tap water alone for three months straight - and still be a class III obesity case.
You're not hungry. You're greedy. You are not enjoying your food. You are mindlessly shoveling. But you know what? I won't do anything about it. And you can't.
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I'm such a good girl. I open my mouth as soon as you put food to my lips; my mouth is still full, but I don't want to disappoint. I'll take another bite, and another. I know you love to see me like this, with this unfocused, needy expression of lust and hunger. I look so pretty when I'm stuffing my face for you.
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My car is starting to get too small…
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Doesn’t my belly just scream, “feed me!”?
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You’ve gotten so shameless, haven’t you?
You used to be proper. You used to eat with a fork and napkin.
And every time you burped in front of me, you used to get so embarrassed.
You’d blush hard and timidly say “Excuse me” before going back to eating.
You were like a polite and proper lady.
Were.
Now all I see before me is a pig. A big, fat sloven pig.
Now when you eat, the only thing bringing the food to your greedy, salivating mouth is my hand. And when it’s not, you like to just dig in.
You like to shove your face into food, trying to stuff your gullet with as much calories as it could possibly hold.
Your cheeks are covered in crumbs and grease but you don’t care, it feels too good to stuff yourself to care about getting messy.
It feels too good to get bigger and bigger with every frantic bite to stop and see how many stains are accumulating on your skimpy little shirt.
Releasing a massive shameless belch to relieve all the pressure in your belly feels too amazing to say things like “Excuse me.”
So you don’t.
And you don’t have to.
Pigs don’t need to be proper anyway.
After all…
This is exactly how I want you to be.
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Your body is getting heavier to remind you to sit down. Relax more. Stress less. Enjoy yourself. It's hard to get up, so why do it? Feel how soft the couch is. Why would you leave its gentle embrace? Get some snacks. Turn something entertaining on the TV. Let your own weight press you into the couch. Have some more snacks. Feel yourself get heavier, gut spilling into your lap, and hips slowly filling out your plush seat, as you sink deeper into the cushions. So relaxed. So comfy. So well fed.
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Lard filled.
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Do you fantasise about you and other death feedees going on a fat gameshow, being livestreamed, where the last one alive wins their weight in lard? 🐷😈🐮
No but I will now!
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So, diabetes and high blood pressure — do you have any other health issues as a result of your size?
High cholesterol, sleep apnea and my feet/ankles swell if I’m on my feet too much.
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Apparently not even diagnoses of diabetes and high blood pressure are enough for me to stop my piggish ways!
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Your feeder putting the bong up to your lips and lighting it for you
Then feeding you after
You don't have to lift a finger
Just inhale and grow 🪴
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Still getting fatter.
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