fat fuck ( ू•⌄• ू )✧

i would love to catch one of them and take over, but every time they get close i shove sugary donuts in their mouth and slow down. over and over until they cum in the midst of a ruined orgasm and fall into a food coma right after ~

waking up still horny, struggling to think straight but unable to sit up because their stomach is too full <33 handing them more sugary food, straddling their lap and putting their belly on top of my legs while i lightly tease them for being such a greedy little pig with no self control who can only think about cumming~

Being treated like an animal, but an animal whose overwhelming obesity is obviously a sign of love gone overboard. Always being told you're such a good girl for eating all your meals, treated like a spoiled pet. Since you revel in getting heavier and softer, all of that care, doting, and excess leans into being given treats and keeping your overall movement limited. You like being stuffed, so it happens often. Your owner makes sure of it. Because of this, getting fattened turns into an inescapable part of your daily routine.

All of your whines are sated with food, at least in some capacity. A sad puppy always perks up with a nice treat to get it's mind off things, and so do you. A happy puppy would always be happier with a tasty meal in it's tummy, and obviously so would you. Tummy rubs when you whine in discomfort, usually from your chronically distended stomach, also tend to end in more food after the pressure is relieved. A lot of weak, vulnerable animals like you get anxious easily, but you can always make that pit in your stomach feel a little better with some nice comfort food. So you do.

Even as you get heavier and heavier, and your owner's friends do quickly take notice, your owner simply brushes it off as you being naturally quite food motivated, and maybe just a touch too spoiled. Still, there's always a little bit of pressure to slim you down. This comes especially from their closer friends, your mutual friends. The ones who knew you before you became... this. They always has a pretty convincing argument to shut down the concern though, and it still always seems to work on you as well:

"Come oooonnnn, it's just so cute all chunky and soft like this isn't it? It's not like it neeeeeds to move around that much anyway, only on its hands and knees even! Plus, it's much more fun to play with it like this, so soft and jiggly, who cares if it cant get up on the furniture anymore? Besides, look how happy it is. It's always smiling isn't it?"

Keeping your feedee constantly on her hands and knees like a prized, massively overfed pet, making her eat all her meals out of a trough or a large bowl placed in front of her and making sure she digs in like an overeager animal, scarfing down every last bite like she's starving, even as she's dragging her gut and udders across the floor with every lumbering movement.

Reaching under her from behind while she's face deep in another few thousand calories and finding her rapidly disappearing cock and giving her some encouraging pumps, making sure that connection between gluttony and arousal stays strong even when she can't reach herself anymore.

Watching her finish her "meal" then crawl back over to her nest of pillows and blankets with the last of her strength before her arms and legs give out and she's reduced to a panting and moaning mess of flesh in front of you.

She's looking up at you with glazed over eyes and flushed cheeks, unable to wheeze out the words, but you know she wants to ask

"why have you done this to me?"

So you just kneel down to her level, take a handful of soft flesh surrounding her impotent and swallowed up cock, and tell her

"you did this to yourself, my perfect prized pig"

She lets out a snort that sounds like a mix of arousal and trying desperately not to cry as she dribbles all over your hand.

(ib ur goth girl and how i rarely see art of fat scene ppl)

Sitting up? Breathing more heavily

Reaching for snacks? Heart pounding in her ears

Standing up? Red faced and flushed with effort

God forbid—walking? Full on wheezing, struggling to catch her breath, drenched in sweat

Her arms get tired from the weight of a two liter, her feet are sore from stabding, her lungs burn when she rolls over, and her back aches from sitting upright

Only comfortable when she's completely sedentary, lounged back and cradling a belly full of fattening junk food

I want her body completely useless, so I can see just how well I've treated her. After all: a girl so grossly out of shape that she can't do anything but eat must've been so spoiled she didn't need to do anything else

Sitting up? Breathing more heavily

Reaching for snacks? Heart pounding in her ears

Standing up? Red faced and flushed with effort

God forbid—walking? Full on wheezing, struggling to catch her breath, drenched in sweat

Her arms get tired from the weight of a two liter, her feet are sore from stabding, her lungs burn when she rolls over, and her back aches from sitting upright

Only comfortable when she's completely sedentary, lounged back and cradling a belly full of fattening junk food

I want her body completely useless, so I can see just how well I've treated her. After all: a girl so grossly out of shape that she can't do anything but eat must've been so spoiled she didn't need to do anything else