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My headcanon timelapse for Stephen Stills >:]

- needing two chairs ( or more ) just to fit your fat ass at the buffet as you've barely fitted through the door

- getting banned from said buffet as you get fed to the point of having your belly in front of everyone, getting gropped and kissed by your feeder as they tell you how much fatter they're going to make you while everyone looks at you in shock, wondering how someone can let themselves go this far into obesity for their own pleasure with no regrets

- having your feeder nurse look after you and take care of your every needs, stuffing you beyond your limits each day as you struggle to breath under your gut pinning you in place, begging to be pleasured as your piggy mind gets hornier and hornier with each bite and slap on your jiggling gut

- needing mobility aids just to move your lard ridden body around ( bariatric cane, wheelchair, mobility scooter, etc. ) for the time being, just waiting for the inevitable moment you won't be able to move an inch from your bed, now having two purpose, getting stuffed and fucked like the perfect immobile piggy you are while growing even fatter for you and your feeders pleasure

Through the dense wilderness a sizable tanker truck carefully winds down a lone road. The crunch of gravel under its tires and its rumbling engine disturb the otherwise peaceful atmosphere. After a while the monotony of trees finally parts to reveal a large lakeside clearing. 

An expensive log cabin house sits at the end of the remote path. Standing one story tall with a wraparound porch that encompasses the main entrance and its waterfront side. The wood of its roof and siding has a reddish hue to it that contrasts against the overwhelming evergreens surrounding it.

The truck slowly rolls to a stop before the cabin, letting out a loud creek along with a puff of air as its engine rests. Moments later its driver door is thrown open as the man behind the wheel emerges. 

Clad in a pair of dark navy coveralls he steps down out of his seat onto the ground below. The only significant detail on his suit is the name embroidered across the left breast pocket, ‘Locke’. Small tufts of bright blonde hair peek out from all sides underneath his cap. A company logo is centered on its front, composed of the letters, ‘BYB’.

had a light lunch in between meals, thought you guys would like to see

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Large from Grommr

I would love to see you rub your belly and take your t shirt off, running a hand over your belly and slapping your fat as you laugh and say “this thing is going to be the death of me soon”. As you tell anyone watching that you don’t expect to survive your next heart scare.

I want you to proudly stick your gut out and ask me if I even think you will look good in a coffin.

As I run a tape measure round your belly and tease you about how big you are getting I want to hear you tell me that you expect to die young because of how fat you are letting yourself become.

I want you to be so reckless that as even I, and others, warn you about how out of shape you are getting that you just give a little smirk. We both know exactly what you are doing as you let me feed you fatter each day. Happily working up your heart as you tell me you want an open casket funeral.