Big Belly Vibes

Oh what I would give to have a piggy to fatten up into a proper hog. To watch her belly grow bigger and softer, constantly full and distended from the ever increasing amounts of food I cram down her throat.. To watch her start to waddle from all the fat we pile onto her.. To see her once normal appetite break down into a constantly revolving door of whatever delicacy her belly wants shoved inside it next.. 😔

girls getting fat on purpose are so hot. by all possible metrics it is correct and good to be a girl getting fat on purpose

eyeing the swell of a lower tummy distended from a full day of overeating…feeling how heavily everything settled….murmuring look what you did, baby, adoration dripping from your tongue

Good girls eat so much they can’t get up.

You wake up dazed from the night before. You can feel that your gut is still swollen from the “snack” you greedily scarfed down right before bed. You remember the haze of heavy cream, ice cream, pizza, and boost shakes that you stuffed yourself with and groan. Despite the pain and discomfort you feel in your huge, distended belly you’re still eager to binge. Your appetite is hardly satisfied and today is a new day. Your stomach growls and painfully contracts, begging you to fill it to the point of bursting. Looking down towards your feet you realize you can’t see anything past your fat belly anymore, the details below being completely obscured by a mountain of lard. When did it get this bad? How did you become this much of a pig? Before you delve further into the reality of what you’ve done, your stomach painfully calls out again and your thoughts are quickly redirected to how many calories you’re going to shovel into your greedy mouth. These moments of self-reflection come about from time to time but have been getting less and less frequent as you’ve grown. Your mind is being slowly repurposed to only serve aims regarding gluttony. Its priorities solely revolving around deriving pleasure from consuming as many calories as possible. You need a jiggly belly overhang, swollen fat tits, and a colossal ass and you’ll do everything you can to make these desired traits a reality. It’s time to eat piggy, you have so much work to do.

Oh my god baby, are you already eating again? I swear this is the fifth full meal that you’ve had today. Didn’t you say that you were going to slow down with your gaining and try to diet? You just can’t help yourself can you. You never really had that much will power to begin with so I can’t say that Im surprised. It’s actually been such a treat watching you intentionally coat your body with countless layers of fat over the past couple months. I’ve never seen someone so motivated to constantly binge in my entire life. Did you really think that you’d ever be able to stop? If Im being perfectly honest I think your little weight gain experiment has completely gone off the rails. The only thing you seem to love more than being fat is the prospect of being even fatter. You cant even get off anymore unless you’re completely stuffed and having your huge, swollen belly played with. I just can’t believe how badly you’ve let yourself go in such a short amount of time. It’s so very impressive. Your massive, stretch mark ridden body is a testament to your greed and the way that you struggle to move under all of your excess fat is absolutely adorable. Just accept your fate, theres no use in struggling against your desires. Now open wide and show me how you got to this point in the first place.

There’s just something so hot about the idea of heavy cream gaining. The fact that you’re consuming almost pure fat, simply for its rapidly fattening effect. At first, it’s a lot. You don’t like the taste and it upsets your stomach. You got a little carried away and guzzled the whole pint, when you had intended to only have a few sips. It hits your stomach like a brick and you immediately have to lie down, feeling yourself expanding in real time as your body fights to digest the calorie overload and store away all those grams of fat. You wake up the next morning noticeably bigger. With that you’re hooked. You have another pint that night, and then the next. On top of all the eating, you manage to gain 5lbs in three days. Your tolerance builds. Now it’s time to level up to a quart a day. Next thing you know it, you’ve gained 35lbs in a month. And now you’re addicted. It becomes a nightly ritual, chugging cream right before bed, knowing that it’s all going to straight into make you fatter and fatter. There might be no stopping you…

Stuffing yourself so full of food you can't move temporarily is all fun and games until you're so addicted you never stop. You want more and more out of each stuffing, your capacity increasing as you pile on the pounds, your body slowly becoming weaker as you fill out and soften up. Every session leaves you larger and more bloated, your stomach stretched further, leading to a new, higher capacity for next time. Eventually, you're too big for your clothes, then you get new pairs that quickly become two sizes too small. Furniture creaks and groans, supporting that giant body of yours, but you can't stop getting fatter. You love everything about it as you feel new rolls form and old ones grow too heavy to move with your flabby, weak arms. How much longer can your legs support all that weight you packed onto yourself? Your stomach makes it hard to walk, while your fat thighs rub into each other. Your arms are pushed out, but your giant tits and widening back. At least it's easy to rest on your huge, doughy ass; it's so squishy and padded now. Eventually, you can never move again, and you're pinned under all of that soft, pillowy, warm flesh that you savor. Then it's even more fun and games as you keep gaining more stuffings and more weight, and it never ends because you don't want it to.

The evil feeder urge to hear you whimper "please...no more," just so I can ignore you and force another bite down your throat.

I want you so massive that your old friends have to do a double take just to identify you under all the blubber I made you pile on. I want you bulging with so much fat that even you can barely recognize yourself in the mirror.