chubby bb

Your little brother insists that these pajamas "still fit". He's only had them since last Christmas. However, while you'd love to blame the washer, that cotton hasn't shrunk nearly as fast as his waist has grown... It started soon after the New Year. In a moment of playful teasing, you had dared him to binge on a few boxes of pizza you ordered. Just some brotherly shenanigans. What you didn't expect was for the fatass to polish off six. whole. boxes. With even the slightest nudge, your little bro demonstrated an insatiable appetite and an even greater desire to please. That's when opportunity struck. You made quick work the next day stocking your pantry, filling the fridge, and leaving his favorite treats out. And, just as you had predicted, the lardass made even quicker work of the food. Since then, you start every week with a full house and end every week with a fuller brother. You'd feel bad, but you're not forcing him to indulge. If your brother wants to stop, that's a problem for him to solve. In the meantime, you're content to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show."

I haven't gotten that fat.. have I?

Gluttony is your deity. Masturbate to it, indulge in it, and lose your mind on it. You'll be happier for it.

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And are looking to encourage or be encouraged.

And what will I say to that? Good piggy, have another!

"Dude, this job at Krispy Kreme has been killer for the waistline! Don't get me wrong, I was never quite "skinny" before. You don't stay thin working with pastries. But now? This dough boy just outgrew the largest uniform they offer... I'm lucky I work in the back where I can eat- make the donuts."

"Hey dad! Can you grab some groceries after work? I know we stocked up yesterday, but you left me here without my second lunch. I've already gone through the chips, chocolate, candy bars, cookies, pastries, popcorn, instant noodles, ice cream... I mean, I'm one Doritos bag away from starvation."

"Hey dad, can we ease up on dinner tonight? You know I fully support your cooking journey. Hell, I've taste-tested every recipe you've put out. I just don't think I - or this bed - can quite handle the consequences..."

"Don't look at me like that... I explicitly advised you against moving in with dad. I mean, our old man was a head chef for fifty. fucking. years. You were guaranteed to become a blubbery mess off his cooking. I'm honestly more surprised it took you this long to need bariatric care. Let's hope this hospital has a good diet program. Because, at that size, you're certainly not waddling off the weight."

Super old takeout sketches to commemorate my bi annual visit to this account

This makes me so wet to see what I did to myself, and I am so desperate to become this big again... and maybe even bigger 

Now go eat until you can't see passed your swollen belly, pig. 🐽

I absolutely love playing with all that organ killing life shortening lard just grabbing handfuls of it jiggling it all around knowing how unhealthy it all is and how it's destroying her body and health. All that thick, dense visceral fat building growing by the day clogging up her hog body even more. This sack of lard and cellulite belly is going to be the cause of her inevitable heart attack I'm feeding her towards these gains won't stop till her heart does