FeedingHER

✅ Unhealthy appetite from having your pleasure center ruined by food

✅ Heart palpitations from junk food addiction

✅ Diabetes from sugar addiction

✅ Functionally immobile

✅ Not going to make it to her 30s

✅ Absolutely drowning in her own fat

This pigs body has become nothing but a ruined lard filled mess struggling more and more by the day. There will never be enough heart stopping life ending visceral fat in her I won't stop fattening her in the worst unhealthiest ways possible until her early pig death that I crave so bad for her. Making and seeing her body fail more and more has been the greatest she's heading right for an early grave

i spy tiny yellow shorts that used to fit 👀

Feeding this huge belly every day. What’s your favourite food to stuff a girl with?

my piggy brain has been eating away at me all summer.. and now i can’t control myself today 😩 i’ll keep eating for you all.. im so fucking overfilled but i can’t stop.. i can’t wait for the belly ache tomorrow morning from this big overfeeding..

When your belly is this large, life changes. Is my belly big enough for you?

My belly is so big and full today. What would you feed me to make it grow more?

300lbs is undeniably fat - you're not chubby or thick or husky. You're fat. You either like it, or are ambivalent enough it doesn't scare you the way it would other people. You can still participate in society, mostly, but the world doesn't have to stop to accommodate you.

+400lbs is definitely eyebrow raising for society. It's being unable to clothes shop at even Walmart. Its forcing you to slow down, forcing you out of normal society because you simply do not fit. It's modifying your habits, changing to more sedentary hobbies. It's having to take up 2 seats on a packed flight, impacting a strangers life when they find that plane full. But instead of letting all that mortification spark change, no, something pleasurable coils in your belly and whispers "its not that bad yet"

500lbs?

Thats a level of obesity you're not ready for. Trust me, and I barely dipped my toe in that class of obesity.

Simple things that you've taken for granted, things that have remained as your athleticism dwindled, now suddenly seem like Olympian feats. Waddling through a store? Might as well call the ambulance to wait for your inevitable collapse. An incline? No, silly, might as well call it Everest. Standing at the stove to cook? Bold to not have a chair nearby. Clothes for fat people? Ha, you've sized out of specialty stores. Now you need custom clothes. Getting off the couch? Now you gotta plan how many times you can get up and so you make those one or two attempts count by stacking snacks around you.

Once you hit 500lbs, and you ignore that tiny quiet voice saying, "woah, hey, lets slow down" and instead listen to that roaring hunger in your belly...