fatter, piggy

I can see your belly quivering as you waddle to your seat, your chubby greedy-girl hands holding your bag of fast food, which is guaranteed to just pile up as more fat on your heavy, lazy body.

The perfect image of Cause and Effect.

The more fast food you eat - The more fat you pile onto your now-rotund frame.

The more fat you pile onto that greedy gut, the more fast food you will need to satisfy you.

The more fast food you need to eat - Will just make you even more addicted to fast food.

(quality isn't this bad on my personal page)

Mcdonald's again🫣 was really out of breath before studding these last 6 pancakes in but i couldn't not finish.

I'm getting to a point where i never thought id be, im so fucking fat.

Mostly into contrast. I'll work out while you sit on the couch and stuff your face

Isn't this everything you've ever wanted? A fat belly resting on your chest while you feed it more and more. You get to actually feel it get tighter. Watch it jiggle less and less while you fill it up beyond its natural limit.

Meanwhile I'm moaning and burping in your face.

CW: Intox (weed), immobility, mild hucow/milking, penetration

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Laying on the couch with a milkshake in one hand and a fan in the other, I can feel myself sweating in places I didn't even know I could. Every crease and fold is practically dripping, perspiration running down my face just from adjusting a little in my seat.

"gasp...I'm too fat for this...this heat is insane..."

I've been very conscious of how my feet look and feel these days - they've been so puffy and felt so tight, I haven't even been able to fit them into my slides. My calves have been swollen too, they've felt so, so heavy. I couldn't be earning my cankles so soon, could I? No, surely not...

"It's okay sweetheart, just keep your legs elevated and rest. Don't worry, I'll take care of you! My growing girl can't be moving around so much in this weather"

And that's how it's been all week. Every day, he's brought me ice creams, milkshakes, ice cold fizzy drinks and, of course, an unhealthy amount of snacks. Not to mention we've had takeaway almost every day so far, since it's just too hot to cook. It's no excuse for him to be feeding me even bigger portions than usual though, right? Though, I suppose I don't mind...

I've caught myself drifting off into fantasies a lot more though, I must admit. I'm getting to a size where I want to be sat with my legs up a lot more and it'd be wrong not to take advantage of it. Imagine what I could do if I was immobile...I could get very used to having multiple breakfasts in bed! There'd be no need to get dressed anymore since I'm not exactly going anywhere, I could be milked all day long, get as high as I like and eat, drink, smoke, swallow...grow...oh god, I can't stop thinking about it...eating, drinking, smoking, swallowing, growing...

I doubt I'd be able to get myself off anymore, and I'm guessing I'd be way too fat to be fucked...I suppose he'll just have to fuck my folds, squeezing and shaking my heaving body just to get me off...I'd kill for this...I'm desperate to rely on a fuck machine in order to be satisfied, to be funnel fed mercilessly whilst my thighs spread towards the edges of a king sized bed, my wobbling flesh being pumped full of even more fat than anybody could dream of.

Just imagine! Coming home from work to see your giant spectacle of a wife glutting herself with enough food to fuel an office party, the hum of breast pumps milking my giant udders, the room full of smoke from my last bong rip. My hands would be alternating between that and the tube hooked up to an industrial vat of gain shake - of course you'll have to take over feeding me at some point, it's only natural that my pillowy arms would become so weighed down and packed tight full of fat that it'd be way too difficult for me to feed myself anymore.

I'd be a glorious sight to behold - a plumped up, starving, grease laden hog.

I Regret Getting Obese

I'm too fat to turn back now even if I wanted to and I'm afraid I'll only get fatter...

Every feedist model online is trying to sell you a fantasy. Gain weight, get fatter, find a feeder and BALLOON! You'll be happy, healthy and have so much fun... right? Well that's just not true... And I know because I did it. I got with a feeder and let him take advantage of me, turning me into his feedee, blow-up sex doll; fattening me up to his ideal size and I'm MISERABLE. I regret letting myself go and turning a hot fantasy into a sickening reality. But I can't lie, all the little inconveniences and consequences of my gluttonous actions only make this fantasy hotter, and harder to resist. So if you're thinking about turning this fantasy into reality, let this video be a warning to you...

CONTAINS: Death Feedism, Mobility, Immobility, Gaining Weight, Weight Gain Regrets, Bimbo, Fat Chat, Lingerie