Are You Gonna Eat That?

There’s nothing more emasculating than when your cock is buried under fat. Especially when your wife is responsible for it and doesn’t hesitate to remind you.

I thought it would have been the last thing she wanted. I can’t fuck her anymore. Even when she’s on stop. My cock is almost completely submerged. “Burying your dick under your own fat is better than sex” My wife said this to me last night. Then she grabbed my massive tits and said, “Poor guy, I’ve completely emasculated you.”

I think it’s the sadist in her. Turning my own fat into bondage. My fat pad into a cock cage. She loves when I waddle naked in front of her. How out of breath I get. How all my fat slaps together.

I don’t want control anymore. I don’t want choices. I want to be tied down. Strapped to the bed, wrists pinned, ankles spread wide as my overfed belly spills over the sides. Tight, round, groaning from the sheer volume I’ve already crammed inside.

I want to be turned into a helpless feeding experiment. Tray after tray, bowl after greasy bowl, shoveled into my open mouth. Moaning, drooling, whining around every mouthful, but still swallowing. Always swallowing. I want to feel the food pile up in my gut like wet cement, until I’m trembling, red-faced, stretched taut like an overinflated balloon.

No breaks. No mercy. Just gluttony.

Until I’m a bloated, sweaty, whimpering mess. Barely able to speak, too full to move. Belly high, firm, angrily distended. Tears in my eyes, breath catching in my throat with every pitiful burp.

And then… the funnel comes out.

You tilt my head back. Slide the tube past my lips. Thick, sludgy gainer shake starts pouring down. I can’t stop it. Can’t fight. It’s too much, too heavy, too rich, and it’s still coming. Filling every last crevice of my ruined stomach. I can feel it sloshing, my belly gurgling and rising higher with each desperate swallow.

I moan like a thing possessed. Not human. Just a pig. A vessel. A gut meant to be filled.

I want you to keep going. Until I’m too full to make a sound. Until my belly is a tight, round globe. twitching, overstretched, obscene. Until I’m crying from the pressure, the fullness, the helpless need to be even bigger.

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐍!!!

💕Tubby💕

10 pounds a month…every month.

was kinda tired of all the finger wagging on regular bmi sites so i was like you know what…im gonna just make my own that celebrates high bmi’s instead 😤 i know bmi is a nonesense metric anyways but it’s still HOT so here we are

try it and lmk if it works for you! or if you have any suggestions for improvements (:

(confetti if you’re overweight or above!! 🥳)