it's a blog for my porn

I can’t keep this one all to myself 👀

⚠️ slippery when wet ⚠️

Bro 😭😭 none of my pants button I had to ask my roommate for help..all we managed to get was the top button. ☹️☹️ I have to go out in public with my pants barely hanging on!!!

"No honey, you're not "too fat". You're never too fat for me" ** Like my work? Here's my Ko-Fi :)

……the contrast in this pic has me so flabbergasted that I’m posting it here too. Is it breaking your brain as well??!? 😅🥴🫠

Hefting around 420 lbs of pure unhealthy lard

Ugh... my belly hangs lower than the stool I sit on... 🥵🥵

just a quick lil walking vid at the beach !

and he keeps thinking well maybe if i eat more my man boobs will return to normal and ill get my ass back but the more he eats the more masculine he looks and hes to fat to even shave properly anymore he even struggles to shave his face considering how much more of it there is now with all of the neck folds so he ends up just saying fuck it all of his testosterone is administered via gel by his oh so helpful forcemascer friend who "just so happens" to notice his bottom growth since starting while down in between his legs and helps their friend with some "stress relief" and he ends up liking it so much but he can hardly reach it on his own so he spends most of his time mindlessly grinding against his pillows and begging his friend to help whenever they come over which seems to be a lot lately until his friend is basically moved in and has become his personal stay at home sex pet who lives under his desk and his friend aint even complaining because this was his secret goal all along

Start today. Drive instead of walk to the store. Switch to remote work or give it up entirely to be a dependent pet. Make yourself so useless you can never recover and only spiral further.

You still have some control left, don't you?

It's a lazy Saturday evening, you don't really feel like cooking and decide to order a pizza. When the doorbell rings, you get up from your couch and pick up your XXL pizza, ready to not leave a single slice for tomorrow. You open it and an amazing salty smell fills your living room. The pizza, just like you requested is covered with almost every topping the place had. You pick up the first slice, watching the cheese stretch. You're so hungry it disappears in three bites. Then another one. And another. You get up to grab yourself a can of soda, but it's a bit more difficult than before. You shrug it off, but at the back of your head you think "there's no way I'm already full". You slowly walk to the kitchen and on your way back you look in the mirror. "Has my ass really been that big already?" you think to yourself. You sit back down, put on a stupid comedy show and get back to your meal. One slice. And another one. You adjust the waistband of your sweatpants. Another slice. Your shirt is getting a bit too tight. "I couldn't have gotten that bloated from just half a pizza" you think to yourself. Once slice, and another one. You try to get up to grab yourself another drink, but you sit back down with a sigh. You struggle once again, this time putting even more effort in that one, simple task. The moment you get up you feel your belly pulling you down. You waddle to the mirror, swaying your hips and trying to balance the new weight. Your sweatpants are barely holding on, cutting into your soft curves. You gasp once you see your reflection. "Since when does my belly stick out that much?". You sink your fingers in your new fat rolls. Your belly isn't tight or bloated, it's squishy, soft and warm. And then you look up, and gasp again. Your once sharp jawline disappeared completely under your double chin and plump cheeks. You walk back to your living room and grab what's left of the pizza. You stand in front of the mirror while eating the last slices and watch how you grow with each bite. Your shirt riding up a bit more each minute, your waistband creaking, the seams on your tights breaking. When you lick your plumpy fingers, you're twice the size you were just an hour ago. You can barely walk, your muscles get tired after just a few steps. Once you're back on your seat in front of the TV, you're absolutely winded and maybe, just maybe, thinking about ordering another XXL pizza.

I feed you the last spoon of a huge chocolate cake I bought just for you. "You did so well for me baby, look at you so adorably full" I say with a smile. You moan something about being uncomfortable in these pants and shirt, that now became a crop top because of how packed your stomach is. "We should totally go for a walk" I say, massaging your tight tummy. You look at me with a mixture of disbelief and fear in your eyes. "But I don't even know if I can get up without popping a button in those jeans" you say. I shrug your concerns off and slowly lift you from your seat. You groan and pat your huge belly that now, once you're on your feet, is hanging over your waistband and covering the button you were so concerned about. "I can't go out looking like this" you whisper, turning red from embarrassment and exhaustion just from standing and breathing. I guide you slowly to your wardrobe and pick out a looser-fitting shirt. You put it on and well, it was supposed to be loose, but with how stuffed you are the shirt is clinging to every part of your belly. You have to take what you get though, because I'm not letting you change again. I guide you to the front door and put your shoes on for you, because you can't even bend over with how round you are. I open the door for you and when we leave the building I tell you we're going to the park. "But that's like half a mile away" you whine with your hand on your belly. "We've got time" I smile and grab you by your waist, pressing my fingers in your side. I make you walk a bit too fast for the state you're in and after just 10 minutes you begin to get tired, your cheeks getting redder and breath getting faster. "I- we- really need to.. slow down" you say when we stop for you to catch your breath. "Oh sweetheart, did you really get that tired already?" I ask with a grin, knowing I did this to you. "Yeah..." you whisper embarrassed. "Alright, alright, let's find you a nice bench you can rest on". You plop onto the nearest bench, the wood creaking under your weight. "There, are you feeling better, sweetheart?" I ask softly, watching your belly expand with every breath. You nod, with your hand on your round middle. "That's good to know, do you want me to grab you some ice-cream now?"