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My headcanon timelapse for Stephen Stills >:]

Sitting on your haunches, stuffing yourself. There’s something so humiliating about what you’re doing to yourself, about the way you lounge around on that spreading ass of yours, about the way you’re starting to struggle, the ways you’re starting to grow. You’re so proud of yourself, sitting that fat, widening ass. Comfortable in your chair as everything else around you grows less and less comfortable. You stuff yourself, and the repercussions are really starting to show.

                You have a need to satiate, fatboy. You stuff yourself to numb your mind, sinking further and further with every bite into your softening body, oblivious to the ramifications of your own gluttony and greed. You can’t stuff it in fast enough, fatty. The moment you’ve shoved another cupcake, another donut, another slice of cake or pie between your plump, drooling lips, you reach for another…another bite to cram into yourself, to push your limits, to widen your appetite.

                And look at what it’s done to you, fatboy. Those chubby love handles of yours are pudging up, spiling out, creasing on either side of your fat, doughy body. You feel your bitch tits growing softer, pointing up, becoming juicier, fuller, pressing up against your chest, your thickening neck. You feel them jiggling when you walk, as rare of an occasion as that activity has become. You can feel your thighs thickening, becoming more thunderous with every bite. When you sit, they fill your seat, taking up all the space in your lap. When you waddle to the fridge, they rub. Even your hands and feet are chubbing up. Getting more sausagy day by day…

                But that’s nothing in comparison to the real stars of the show! That chubby belly, which stretches and grows with every stuffing, that growls at you for more…You have become a slave to this thing, this overblown fat deposit that now pokes out beneath your shirt, exposing your belly button, forcing your shirts to ride, to roll, to shrink…it quivers when you walk and when you sit it competes with your thighs for space, pressing out against the buttons of your pants, the drawstrings of your shorts as it fights for room, for space.

                And then, there’s that cushy ass of yours. That chubby, juicy throne that has begun to swallow up the seam in the back, your cheeks rubbing like mellons as you walk, jiggling, getting bigger. In public, you know it’s impossible to hide as your fat ass bounces, as it grows wider, stretching your shorts so they begin to hug your sides, pinching your pockets, wedging up uncomfortably along your hidden crack. Picking it would be an impossible feat so now you waddle around, tightly wedged, in search of snacks and food.

When you are ripped but move in with your gf in Germany.

The "girlfriend effect".

Got the boys lined up to show off at the bbq, look at all that sexy BHM man meat! 😍

I’m probably not going to make too many more of these standing belly play videos. Because this is about the limit of how long I can stand for before I need a rest.

I’m still raising money for a wheelchair because I’m too fat to walk very far at all. Please donate to give me a break 🐷🙏