When Scott came into the hospital with a suspected broken ankle he expected to be walking out a few hours later. Luckily, nurse Joy was there to catch his dangerously low levels and start an agressive course of treatment, making sure he'd never be able to walk anywhere ever again.
Yes eat eat up like the fat pig I trained you to be forget how to speak normally oink at me like a mindless pig you become while I fattened you to this immobile pile of useless blubbery fat with a double maybe triple or more chins a bellybutton I can push my whole arm in army who swallowed your hands in soft flabby fat and legs who look like little stumps and a ass as big as a king size bed just laying there waiting to eat again not feeling hungry or full just being conditioned to eat without feeling anything but lust Cuming several times in your own fat while I feed you fat dripping burgers cheesey pizza man tall mountains of bacon and eggs diabetic amounts of Donuts truck loads of cupcakes and Buffets full of fattening foods knowing each bite I feed you making you bigger and push you closer to the fate I want you to experience so be good and eas sweet piggy I want it 😈🐷😏🥵
God, I need an evil feeder like that. The kind of girl who just wants me to get bigger for her, because that's what she gets off on. The kind of girl whose goal weight for me is bigger than my goal weight, who will stretch me out til my capacity begs me to stay stuffed or feel ravenous. Who won't settle for anything less than satisfying her need to keep making something bigger.
Don't get me wrong, being crushed by your feedee is great, but have you ever made a larder so weak that if they ever try to stand up without your help, they just *plop* back down to wherever their sitting like the blobs they are? Too heavy to get up without building momentum, watching their bellies swing and right when it grazes the floor, the slightest push to their wobbly chest sends them crashing backwards, cellulite dimpled ass spreading out beneath them? Pinning them to the bed with nothing but your grip around their swollen wrist and the weight of their belly pressing against the muscles in their back?
Pretty soon gravity will take over the job of keeping them pinned to one spot anyways.
Just chugged a half gallon of half&half. 2,520 calories in just this drink. What a way for a pig to spend a Friday night! Someone my age should be out at a bar, club, with their partner or friends. Really anything besides stuffing themselves to gain more weight and be more pig like 🐷🥵
Yes go for it eat up I don't want you to get skinny fatter is what I want you to be and I don't care if you was a fit soccer player, a dancer or even a ceo from somewhere now your with me and my rules tell you what to do and my rules are simple that even the brainless pig I gonna make you understand them:
• I AM YOUR GODDESS/MISTRESS
��� YOU ONLY STOP EATING WHEN I SAY
• ALWAYS EAT UP
• ALWAYS BE LAZY
• NEVER EAT HEALTHY
• YOU STOMACH IS INFINITE
• THERE IS NO FULLNESS
• NO HUMAN LANGUAGE
• THE UNHEALTHIER THE BETTER
• DON'T THINK JUST EAT
• DON'T MOVE TO MUCH
If you follow those rules there is no way I don't like you see it's actually really easy just always remind this ↓
currently working out (masturbating) to counteract the food I ate. also burping a lil bit not sure why. fun kinky rant about how fat I feel under the pics
I know I really should have expected to balloon up with the way I have been eating but gosh. I've had to size up in clothes all of a sudden, I've been eating so much more just to feel a little bit full. I've gotten so much teasing irl about the weight I've put on. but honestly all of that is nothing compared to how fucking much I jiggle. I press my tummy and boom jiggle, I waddle a few steps and I jiggle. my arms are even starting to jiggle. gosh. I also now have insanely high blood pressure for those of you that are into that dark feedist stuff, although in a few years high blood pressure will be the least of my concerns. :)
Went to the doctor today. Not to go into too much detail about my life, but it's my first time with a physician in about two and a half years; got fucked over by my insurance during COVID. Anyway. He made several remarks about how my weight has gone up, how my blood pressure has gotten high, and how he was already concerned about my cholesterol. 🤤
On one hand, I'm like, this guy controls my access to my meds so I gotta appease him. Also I don't got the money to handle a ton of extra meds right now if he has to jump on lowering those numbers for me.
But on the other hand. Fuckkk yes, confirm how much of an unhealthy slob I've been these past few years. Let me see those numbers go up in real time. I need them to be so much higher. I want to ask him how I can make it worse, but I know that's not okay.
I really need my mommy nurse who will tell me it's all okay and those numbers need to keep going up for her and praise me for being so unhealthy.