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The "I eat what I want and I don't care if it makes me fatter" to "I eat what I want and I like that it makes me fatter" pipeline

Me

Pretend dieting is actually something that turns me on so much. like, complain to me about how you're gaining weight and think you're getting to fat. Tell me you're going on a diet and then whine about how you can't eat all the tasty foods you love and decline when I offer you sth just to then eat it anyways because you just can't help yourself. Show me how tight your clothes have gotten and point out all the parts of you that got fatter. Keep saying just one piece won't hurt or it's just a cheat day just so you'll end up getting even fatter. And when your pants don't wanna button anymore and the scale confirms your dieting didn't work, at all. I want you on the couch with a bucket of ice cream in boxer shorts and your tightest shirt crying about how you're just doomed to be a pathetic fatty because you're just so addicted to stuffing your face and can't resist any food offered to you or even near you.

i lovee when feedees get off on how much weight they’ve gained. Touching themself while jiggling and slapping their gut, fantasizing about how much fatter they’re gonna get…orgasming to the thought of becoming even more unrecognizable under all that fat.😮‍💨

There’s something so hot someone going from chubby to definitively fat. It’s only a few pound difference but it sure is noticeable. You can go around saying you’re chubby and no one would budge but after you gain those few pounds, everyone is going to see that you’re actually fat. Your belly is too noticeable now. Your jeans are far too tight. Your double chin hangs a little too low. You could still call yourself chubby but you’d be lying to yourself.

Yes boys. These are the types of things you all say that get me instantly shaken

These. All of these.

You know you should be working, but the only thing you can think about is the feeling of your fat belly pressing tightly against your work blouse. "No, I need to focus," you tell yourself. You adjust in your chair, determined to get back to work, but instead you feel your pudgy rolls slide over each other, and your soft belly spill over your waistband, and you nearly moan out loud. You look down and see your round, protruding belly sitting on your lap, wide gaps forming in between the buttons on your blouse. You can't help yourself. You look around the office to make sure no one is looking, cautiously untuck your shirt, and slide your hand underneath, your cheeks starting to flush as you sink your hand into your soft belly. You knead your pudgy rolls in secret, feeling them sink in and bounce back underneath your fingers, so excited that you can barely breath, trying to act like nothing is wrong. But the excitement is unbearable. You need more. You get up, hurry to the bathroom, lock the door, and start furiously unbuttoning your blouse. You undo the last button, your hanging gut now spilling out unrestrained. You place one hand underneath and start to shake it's heft up and down, your entire body jiggling with each wave. The feeling is ecstatic. You didn't realize that getting fat would be so unbearably distracting. Each little feeling of your belly pressing against your clothes, spilling over your waistband, and jiggling when you walk, drives you crazy. You can't tune it out. It's like someone constantly teasing you, constantly reminding you of what you're doing to yourself. But you are so obsessed with your own body, such a glutton for your own fat, that you don't mind. You like being reminded.

I want this feeling like oh my god

tummy and thigh kisses hit different when ur a lil chubby

girls that thought getting chubby would be fun but they’re starting to get nervous they’re too fat but they can’t stop eating like a pig