That moment when you try to back away from a counter, table or sink and realize your belly has you firmly anchored in place because you forgot you had plopped it up there to take a load off for a few minutes.

The usual doubts of whether or not you really want to be this hecking fat start to evaporate the more you are willing to alter your daily lifestyle to accommodate it.

Just little reminders that I really enjoy being an enormous blubber beast and want even more.

I had family over the last few days and man did all that activity work up my appetite

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

Showing some love to the ever growing belly 🥹

Let the bellies hit the floor!

Remember the rules, one cake per year! Gotta get the cake calories in!

It me birthday

You've heard of Daft Punk's "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger"

Now get ready for my new song. "Hotter, Bigger, Fatter, Softer"

Make me your fat fucktoy

I know I can be difficult and whine when you force so much food into me. My belly hurts after 10,000 calories. You're ruthless and hardly give me breaks. My tummy staying big 90% of the day. Every day. I've tripled in size the last few months. I'm so big I'm out of breath just by walking a few feet. You follow me and stuff donuts and cakes into my mouth even when I'm walking. You stop me just to push me against the wall and feed me more. Your hands rubbing my bulging belly, tickling and jiggling it as I moan from being so full. You tease me when I waddle around the house. Yes I'm aware I might get too fat to fit through the door...

I'm getting so out of shape that I need at least 15 minutes just to get myself out of bed. Rolling myself over takes quite a bit of effort now. Shifting my heavy fat encased legs is a workout in itself. I feel myself getting weaker because of you. Always telling me to eat more every day. I've destroyed myself and can't stop. A gluttonous pig I have become. You used to hold me down just to feed me, now I'm growing too big to even resist. Just feeding myself fatter until I have no choice.

You've gotten more aggressive now that the scale reads 600 lbs. You seem to be driven to forcefeed me to immobility and its working... I can hardly get out of bed without your help, which...you don't always assist me, just push me back into bed and stuff pizza down my throat. You love teasing me. Spreading my blubber riddled legs apart and rubbing me. You know how to get me going by stuffing a tube down my throat and stroking me until I'm nearly cumming. Then you stop. I know I'm not allowed to cum until I gain at least a pound in a day. You're so wicked sometimes.

That just makes me want more. 600...850...900 pounds later I'm still filling myself for you. My arms weighed down with big bags of fat resting against my sloppy overlapping rolls on my sides. My globular moobs drooping down my huge belly. I know I'm hardly recognizable I'm so obese. A literal ball of fat unable to stand anymore. My cock buried under a massive mound of lard that also resembles a roll of fat under my burgeoning gut. You've pushed me so far and so much that I can't stop consuming. You used to use a funnel to fill me but upgraded to a tube and vat. Sickening to think of.

I can feel my health declining. I wheeze when you roll me over onto my belly to fuck me. I don't resist at all. I can't. I'm so goddamn fat and unhealthy I would grow out of breath just by wiggling so I lay there as you push yourself into me, spreading my colossal ass cheeks apart. Even when you fuck me I'm eating. Always eating. Mindless and dull I suck down thousands of calories while you pleasure yourself. I can feel my whole body wobble with every thrust. My heart and head pounds from being so massive. You struggle to find my cock as its already wet from pre cum.

After you're finished with me you always roll me over and stroke me while wobbling my huge gut. You remind me of how big and useless I've grown. Now I'm just your fat fucktoy. God I love it. I must be over 1,300 lbs now. My whole body shakes when you jerk me off and I sweat profusely. I can't help it anymore. You tease me and rub my big tits, slapping them while degrading me. My heart pounds and the fat on my chest is slowly suffocating me. Choking me. You force me to lay on my back and my head pounds from the pressure. I wheeze and gasp with every stroke. You kiss my swollen gut and roll it around. It hurts from getting so taut but you just keep feeding and stroking me. I sputter with my mouth filling and my throat working down the slop. "Keep eating pig, eat until you're about to burst. I want you bigger...heavier...completely bedbound." I'm throbbing now. Soaked in sweat. "Work for it pig." You squeeze my swollen thighs. I'm so close.

My stomach hurts now. I can hear the churning deep within. I've eaten way more than I ever have. Its hard to breathe. My chest is pounding and my legs are shaking. My throat is sore from swallowing. I'm huge. I can't see past my full belly. My tits bouncing with every stroke flopping and jiggling. I'm growing dizzy from being worked up and struggling to breathe. Yet you keep forcing more into me. "Thats it...fill yourself. This is your best stuffing session yet. Stretch your stomach for more." You tap my belly and its taut as a drum. I'm ready to blow. My face hot and I grip the sheets. Gurgling noises are now audible from my gut. I'm almost scared that I truly might burst. I whine and wiggle for you to stop. "Just a little more..." Your hand slows and you tease my sack. I know its growing increasingly difficult to reach down there. I grunt and groan from the pain building up deep inside me. I huff and wheeze from behind the tube and involuntarily grind against your strokes. "You're getting big piggy. Almost there."

I attempt to stretch my legs out for you but they're so heavy that I can't. "Stop wiggling pig, just swallow. Eat for me. Grow for me. You're so obese you can't stop. Soon the only thing you'll be able to do is eat yourself to an early grave." And there it is. I finally cum. Hard. The tube empty as well and my stomach is hard from every inch of me being filled. I'm in so much pain from being stuffed to the brim I don't want to move. You leave me groaning and burping, softly rubbing my overstretched gut. "Good hog, I'm proud of you. I'll clean you up."

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Someone come grab this belly for me

I want you all to know that I spent 6 minutes on this and it's the greatest joke I've ever made.

Sleep Deprivation + Headache + lack of time management skills = nap at 6pm

Gosh look at these tight shirts! If you look closely, you can see that I managed to pop a button on one of them, hopefully I'll be popping all of them later on!

If you could weigh more than a ton, would you do it? Or would you even want to weigh more tons? or is it too excessive?

Genuinely, if I COULD, and there'd be no downsides other than like... being too fat to move or walk and stuff, like no health related issues? Yes, I would *as long as* I had someone to care for me and feed me and make sure I"m still growing and posting all my content.

That would be so amazing and very very hot.

At 200 you thought you could work it off with ease. At 250 you thought you didn't care about people looking. At 300 you thought it started to feel good. At 350 you thought it wasn't enough. At 400 you thought you should start to slow down. At 450 you thought you couldn't back down. At 500 you thought you were at your limit. At 550 you thought it couldn't feel better. At 600 you thought it was never going to be enough. At 650 you thought it had gone too far. At 700 you thought you wouldn't ever stop. At 750 you thought you could easily handle more. At 800 you thought you could have 3000 calories for a snack. At 850 you thought it might be getting too far. At 900 you thought it might be time to stop. At 950 you thought it was far too late for yourself. At 1000 you knew you loved every second. At 1000 you knew that you still want more. At 1000 you knew that it felt so hot. At 1000 you knew you were born to be this fat. At 1000 you knew that 1050 was next.

How much would you spend in a week on food? It's so expensive in NZ to try and gain

In groceries I spend about $120-$150 per week for just myself, and that's not a lot, that's just stuff like basic lunches and dinners and snack food stuff. In deliveries at least like $30 for getting my groceries delivered each month, and then more on top of that for fast food every so often.

It's... crazy expensive to gain here, and it's... wild.

So jealous of how big you are so young x how will you feel when that pain in your chest gets heavier as you have your first heart attack before 30 😈

Oh I'm so excited for it, and I'm going to feel so horny when it happens