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I know I can casually pack away enough without trying to get you interested, and if I do that unintentionally but realize you are hooked, watch out. I’ll play it cool, but I’ll start to really let myself eat. Twice or three times the amount I usually do without admitting I know I’ve got you hook line and sinker. Belly straining buttons, jeans half way to bursting open, and there you’ll be, hot, bothered and distracted. Don’t worry, in for a penny and all that, I’ll keep shoveling it in, but eventually even I’ll start having to really try to keep going. Then when it really hits me, just how far I’ve pushed myself, well, then you get to have the upper hand and how far we go from there, that’s up to you.

the ocean is so scary but... a cruise... i cant stop thinking about how fat i could get with two weeks of unlimited access to endless food... eating enough bacon at breakfast every morning to start the day off painfully bloated already, downing a dozen "little" ice cream cones before lunch, waddling from my room to the buffet three times a day getting stuffed enough to be unable to move dozens of times before i get home... ten, twenty, thirty extra pounds of fat on my frame... and of course i dont buy more clothes, i let my touristy vacation clothes seemingly shrink by the day... floral shirts ride up on my bloated tummy, my fat udders spilling out of the tiny strappy sundress that fit me so perfectly when i left, jeans unbuttoned and unzipped because after i popped the buttons on two pairs i just gave up on covering up my blubber... or something idk!! also unlimited bar... anyways!!!

I’ve gotten soooooo fat lately. I can feel my belly creeping up my lap and my thighs touching ALL the time. I love mindless groping myself now, there’s so much to play with. I especially love my love handless, I can playing with them makes my gut move as well. I love the shame it brings me too, I sat on my ass and ate myself to the point where my clothes don’t fit. I lie to myself and tell myself my jeans still fit - they don’t I struggle to get them over this nice wobbly belly I’ve grown. I lie and tell myself I don’t want to gain more weight, I do. I adore not fitting into things and being soft, I especially love how horny I am all the time now and how easy it is to cum. I love giving into being fat.

I think more people should get turned on by eating too much and being full and noticing their clothes don’t fit the same anymore and

I think more people should whimper and moan after they stuff themselves too full, so turned on you can see it thru their panties or boxers. I think more people should feel their brains go fuzzy when they walk and feel their fat wobbling and bouncing. I think popping buttons or seams on clothes should get them close to cumming I think that

what if there was a character who had a kink and then there was another character who kept obliviously and unknowingly doing things that ticked boxes for the first character. what then?

Date idea where I take a full body mirror and make you eat an obscene amount of food in front of it completely nude while I whisper in your ear from behind how good you’re doing. Slowly filling you more and more having your taut belly stretch as you gorge pathetically for me. I keep praising you, fondling your belly eventually helping relieve that pain you have left from over eating by pushing down on that completely stuffed gut. Then I’ll consider giving you a reward after if you eat enough to my standards💜

Allowing yourself to get fattened up by somebody you love is just so vulnerable and intimate 🥹💞