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Self indulgent (slob) It is amazing how fast you fall into gluttony and greed when you stop taking care of yourself and simply indulge. Only takes a little time for your body to let go and start making you a lazy slob blob beast.

not in the fun flirty way. i mean actually, literally, take me apart. feed me until i can't walk without waddling, until breathing feels like a chore, until my body is nothing but soft, heavy proof of your obsession. i want to be swollen with indulgence, stuffed past reason, spoiled beyond recognition.

i want to wake up in a haze of hunger and syrup-sweet affection, only to be greeted by another round of force-fed breakfasts in bed. i want you to look at me like i'm your prize pig, your project, your possession.

i want the teasing, the pressure, the constant, creeping growth. i want the way you’ll sneer when i say i’m full, the way you’ll smile when the scale creaks louder every day. I want your hands everywhere, greedy and proud, shaping me like clay into exactly what you want.

no escape. no diet. no mercy. Just feed me.

i want to be broken—beautifully, thoroughly—by appetite.

i want to be yours in the most obscene way possible. a thing you keep fattened, pampered, and pumped full of calories until i’m unrecognizable. until i'm helpless. until my body is a bloated, quivering monument to your obsession and my surrender.

don’t just feed me. force me. hold me down and pour milkshakes past my lips until i’m whining and leaking and begging you to stop, even as my gut growls for more. make me cry from fullness, then coo in my ear about how proud you are. tell me i was made to be this soft, this greedy, this round.

push me to the brink. watch me struggle to lift myself from the bed you’ve made my prison. slap the side of my belly and laugh when it jiggles for seconds after. make me wear tight clothes just so you can watch them give out, seams snapping like they’ve finally admitted defeat.

you said you wanted a pig? then feed me like one. treat me like one. no dignity, no limits. spoon after spoon, bite after bite, until i’m gasping and drooling and too heavy to fight you. make me need you to eat, to move, to breathe.

make me forget who i was before you turned me into this.

⛓️🐷😈

Happy Moob Monday!

You want to be fat?

Then do it.

Succumb to your gluttony.

There's nothing stopping you but other people's opinions.

If you are brave enough, their opinions won't matter, and never will.

Eat to your heart's content.

Grow out of your clothes.

Become too fat to even fit in non-custom clothing.

Embrace the struggle: the effort of stairs, of waddling, of squeezing through doorways.

Be proud of what a fat man you are.

Make people uncomfortable: touch and jiggle your breasts and belly in public.

Go out to eat, filling two chairs with your huge rear.

Order the full menu.

Don't be discouraged by the stares.

Belch loudly.

Express how hungry you are, despite eating enough food for a family of 10.

Be a true, gluttonous, fat man.

I'll shower you with attention.

You'll feel pride at how fat you are getting. Hundreds of pounds appear on your frame through the years... you become immobile.

But you love every second.

You love every pound.

You want to become even more impossibly heavy... an entry in the Guinness Book of World Records.

You make it a goal... 1400lbs.

Is it possible?

Well, you're going to find out. And, no matter the effort, you'll work your way to that world record.

My impossibly fat piggy. ♡