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Thinking about heading out like this… Suspenders holding on, shirt doing its best...

You're so big now, so gorgeously fat, that there truly is no other explanation for just how you got this big this fast. I bet they can all tell just how much you love it when your belly is so painfully full, when you pop buttons, making a massive pig of yourself.

Every time you move, there is more heaviness to you, a soft sway that tells the story of every calorie we’ve stuffed into your tummy. I love watching the way your skin stretches tight, gleaming and smooth, struggling to contain the sheer size of your growth.

How much longer will it be until you admit you want this? You already spend your time looking at all big fatties the internet. It's only a bit of fun.

How much longer until you let me start taking a box of chocolate to bed to feed you? It's only a little treat.

How much longer until that button pops, the waistband is so tight around your belly? It's only an excuse to finally buy that next size up.

How much longer until you realize It's too late to stop? Your way past your goal weight. It's just a starting point anyway.

At first, it was all just fun and games. A quick stop for a burger on the way home couldn’t have hurt anyone. But then the months treats became weekly and then became a necessity. The numbers are starting to add up, and so is the weight.

Watching your clothes get tight wasn't a big deal at first I always had a larger size waiting for you anyway. But now, your tummy is filling your lap, spilling over and hanging heavy between your thighs. It’s starting to feel like a permanent change, isn't it? A soft, heavy reality that you can't just unbutton and walk away from.

When you first laid in bed for a full day, it was fine. I loved bringing you everything you needed, catering to every craving. But now, it’s getting harder and harder for you to leave the mattress at all. Your body is becoming a beautiful anchor, tethering you to the sheets, making the world outside the bedroom feel smaller and smaller.

tell me i can only move around our flat on all fours. that i have to be naked 24/7.

make me eat my food out of a bowl or off the floor like a good dog.

feed me treats constantly and then frown about how big i’m getting and threaten to put me on a diet.

Love a late night 2 litre soft drink bloat 🥰 feeling so nice and big and swollen. Trying not to whimper at the moment but at this point my panting is probably just as loud lbr

A little pre-chug pic for comparison, although I was already a bit full before hehe

I wonder when you started the piggy hypno because is obviously worked. I'm sure you smoked weed and ate food while listening to it too. Filled an empty head with nothing but thoughts of getting fatter. Eventually your sober brain finally succumbed and gave up the ghost. You're a hog inside and out. Doomed to get fatter, softer, and more out of shape

There’s nothing left of that hot jock anymore. Just a blimped up obese stoner hog now and it’s only gettin worse 🥴🐷😈

You used to be built like a machine — now you’re built like a goddamn hog. That gut’s your glory now, hanging heavy and swinging with every step, pushing your shirts so tight they look ready to explode. Your old gym gear? Forget it. Hoodies choke on your belly, shorts ride so far down they can barely cling on, and your warm-ups have officially tapped out.

And you don’t just ‘play’ this sport — you dominate it. You eat until you’re red-faced and sweaty, until the seams on your clothes are begging for mercy, until anyone watching is wondering how the fuck you can still keep going. While everyone else is slowing down, you’re piling on more — bigger portions, heavier plates, fatter numbers on the scale.

You’re the MVP — Most Voluminous Player — and you’re just getting started. So keep stuffing your fucking face, keep getting softer, keep making that belly heavier. This is your sport now, and you’re built to win.

How much more? Until the bed breaks.

And then some.