Tubby Tummy Appreciation!

This bunny got fat!!

From fit to fat in the same swim suit !

Just think about it your sleeping quarter having built in funnels in eacg bed, never being a few feet away from a snack, feeders flooding the place making sure your stuffed around the clock, tailors constantly letting out your clothes trying hide the damage the food has done to your figure and so much more!

Do you feel that, the change in the air?

Lisa x Jean

Being manipulated into becoming somebody’s fattening pet.

Being kidnapped and forced into becoming somebody’s fattening pet.

Being paid to become somebody’s fattening pet.

The problem with this is that it doesn't present itself as a normal addiction. It's a kink at best and an addiction at worst, and you rarely recognize it when it's at its worst

It doesn't matter how many times you quit cold turkey, you do all the right things, you stick to your routine, you show up for yourself every day of the week. Fuck, maybe you'll even manage to go down a pant size or two.

It only takes a bite. I offer you a few of my fries. I saved you a cupcake from a work conference. A small baggy of M&M's turns into a full sized bag, a box of cupcakes, a bag of powdered doughnuts, and a full sized ice cream cake. Washed down with a carton of heavy cream and an alkaseltzer to sooth the aching return of your sagging gut.

You've re-followed the accounts. You honor every craving like gospel. You're spending every day doom-scrolling, searching for masturbation material, allowing fat cells to ooze through your thickening lard clogged veins.

Your stomach sags over your waistband and your bras only bring your boobs halfway up your chest. your double chin swells with a vengence, wrapping around your throat and creating a meaty fold on the back of your neck. Thigh gaps fill in and cellulite dimples the folds where your joints bend.

i want you bigger. lazier.

i want you hungrier. i want you going to bed each night stuffed, and waking up each morning a little softer and puffier than the day before. shirts fitting tighter, pants becoming harder to button.

i want you desperate. constantly craving, constantly thinking about eating, and getting fatter. when you’re not eating, i want you thinking, fantasizing about it.

and when you do eat, i want you giving in to it completely. mindlessly swallowing thousands of calories, moaning as you eat. oinking when you’re finished. i want you losing track of yourself, focused solely on the taste of the food and the feeling of your gut filling up until it aches.

so helpless and pig-brained that it’s all you think about. all you desire. and maybe you’re dimly aware of the fact that you can’t stop. maybe part of you knows that your level of addiction is unhealthy, and that every stuffing just feeds into it more and more. that every time you get turned on by stuffing yourself, or by playing with your fat, or even just by observing the changes to your body as you gain, you push yourself deeper and deeper down the path of no return.

but any concern or self-awareness is far overshadowed by the pure pleasure you’re chasing. the pleasure of being overstuffed to the point of discomfort, of waking up bigger the next day. tighter clothes, and the feeling of soft fat as it clings your body. all of it just feels too good. you can’t help yourself. you can’t stop, and you don’t want to (though you and i both know that wanting to wouldn’t change anything).

i want your gluttony to consume you until it dictates every choice you make. i want you huge. hopelessly addicted. make yourself a symbol of gluttony, a cautionary tale to ordinary members of society.

we ate so much bread and cheese at the bar, life is worth living <3