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Random dogboy I came up with! his name's Ryan

Feel how tight your clothes are getting until your completely burst out of them.

Feel how out of shape you are getting when you walk.

When you walk up stairs.

When you attempt to do any physical activity.

I want you to feel your belly push against restaurant booths.

Be told you’re too fat to ride an amusement park ride.

To see your face when your hips press against a doorway for the first time.

When you grow too fat for your car.

Too fat to leave your house.

slap her tummy really gently right where it’s the most stretched and tight 

jiggle that bottom part of her belly that is always soft no matter how full she is 

run ur fingers slowly down her stretchmarks, watching how she wriggles at how sensitive the skin is 

slide your whole hand right over the curve of her tummy

poke (gently!) to make sure she’s been properly fed to bursting 

reach down for her mound and give it a jiggle 

same with her soft swollen tits, til her nipple’s hard against your hand

hey, fuck it, why not reach up and gently pinch the soft fat starting to hang under her arms? she should know she’s growing wings! 

slap her tummy again for good measure. gently. just so she can hear how fucking full she is. 

last but not least, wipe grease off her lips and stroke her plump double chin. let her suck on your fingers if she still wants something in her mouth. 

call her a greedy lil piglet who’ll grow up to be a big fat sow 

squish, squish, squish. dig your fingers into her softest bits and let her feel how much she’s starting to soften and hang 

more belly slaps, not as gentle now that she’s only a little full from the night before. put some strength into it. make her groan. make some handprints on all her tender skin.

slide your hand under where her belly’s drooping onto the bed so you can feel how heavy it is

stick your thumb in her belly button and pinch her gut with your forefinger and give her a nice jiggle 

kiss up and down the soft sensitive insides of her thickening arms 

kiss her nice plump tits. suck them if you want. she’s a cow after all… 

whisper in her ear how much she ate the night before. how greedy she is. how hungry she is. how she’ll always be hungry, always growing, always wanting more. 

slip ur hand down over the curve of her empty belly, over her mound, until you can feel how wet she is from all the attention 

play with her for a bit and then take ur hand away. no more touching til she finishes breakfast. 

help her to the table, let her take a seat, and start feeding her. 

when she’s newly stuffed, breathless and squirming in her chair, shivering and dazed from being too fucking full, let her waddle back to bed. 

… see above and REPEAT. repeat until all she wants is food and your touch. until the only hard part is walking from bed to the table. until she’s hypnotized by the steady cycle of chewing, swallowing, and sleeping it off. until she’s addicted to the pleasure. until she’s the heavy, sleepy sow you always promised she’d be. 

You’re huge. I mean, you were always a little on the chubbier side, but now, you’re absolutely massive. Your belly hangs lower every day, slowly piling down your legs, covering your fupa, and pushing outward. Those once chunky, adorable legs of yours are covered in cellulite and wider than my waist, rolls and stretch marks all over your juicy thick lower belly and ballooning heart shaped ass leading to those meaty, overflowing love handles I love to grab while fucking you. You’ll probably end up immobile, but you and I wouldn’t want it any other way…

When I first met you, you were a short barista at my local coffee house, your messy, deep red hair folded into a bun, and your soft brown eyes twinkling with attraction behind those nerdy glasses you had on. I left you a tip with my number written on it, and you pocketed the cash, messaging me later that day. I never thought that would work, and landing such a good-looking girl like you was beyond luck. We were meant to be, and I would make sure to enjoy every ounce of you. We texted back and forth constantly, flirting and feeling out who we really were. We hit it off over the phone, and I planned a date for us, just a picnic and some snacks in the park. The weather was wonderful, so why not? I met you in the parking lot, your red hair flowing behind you as your beautifully red lips formed an adorable smile. I brought you flowers and champagne, and you got a picnic basket full of sweets and salty snacks, your favorite. I lay out the blanket and pop us the champagne, you set up the snacks, and take a seat next to me. Your slightly chubby thighs wobble as you bounce your legs nervously about our date, but I can tell you’re into me. I soak in every detail about you now that we’re so close.. Your dimples when you smile, the way your teeth have the slightest gap in the middle, your golden septum piercing, always slightly crooked. I admire how your body fills out for such a low weight, probably around 140lbs at 5’0”, short but thick, and I’m into it. Your backside and legs curve beautifully, leading to a hint of a belly and a more slender upper body with small B-cups. You have a tattoo of a bumble bee on your right shoulder with a sleeve of wild flowers underneath it, which looks cute on you, fitting your aesthetic nicely. As we talk and drink more champagne, I can tell you’re a lightweight as you get touchier and giggle often, showcasing your bubbly personality and tendency for playful banter. As the sun sets, our conversation grows more intimate, and I steal a kiss. You melt into my arms as we fall deeper into each other's embrace. The spark lit between us was strong and fiery, I knew I would be seeing way more of you in more than one way soon enough.