Physically Thicc

reading my texts and getting off to my blog while you stuff your face is one thing. letting me fatten you up in person is on an entirely different level. if it's been this easy for me to coax a few inches onto your waistline from behind a screen, imagine how fat i could make you if i was there to feed you in person. i'd have you bursting out of all your clothes and addicted to the taste of heavy cream in two weeks. so if you're not ready or dedicated enough to get massive for me, baby, then i'm not the girl for you. we both know it wouldn't take much for me to convince you to let go of all control and let me feed you into obesity.

"too full", "too fast", and "too much" would all be swiftly removed from your vocabulary. you don't decide when you're full now, piggy, i do. your entire lifestyle needs to be built on greed and excess; you will never get to a point of being "fat enough", you will always be left wanting more. the only person who gets to dictate when it's time for you to stop eating is me. wouldn't that be nice, piggy? to no longer have to worry about your own hunger and fullness anymore? you should save all your brainpower for choosing what to order next on doordash, baby, or whether you want to order chocolate or vanilla flavored mass gainer. leave everything else to me. i'll find your limits and push them until you've gotten big enough to handle any massive calorie surplus with ease. with each pound you put on, your appetite will keep getting bigger. you'll no longer be eating three meals a day; you'll be eating constantly from the moment you wake up to the second you get into bed at night. don't worry, piggy, i'll always make sure to spoil you for eating so well for me. gluttony should be rewarded, it's hard work sitting back on the couch and making a pig of yourself all day.

after stuffing you for hours i'd finally have you heave your fatass up off the couch and stand in front of a full-length mirror while i stand behind you. my arms would struggle to reach around the swell of your massive belly as i'd press my fingertips into your fat, the surface of your round gut massively tight and stretched after pigging out all day. i'd finally unbutton your jeans that look 5 pounds away from bursting at the seams. you'd moan in relief as your bloated belly swelled out of it's constraints of tight denim, fat spilling over the edge of the waistband of your boxers.

"you did so good eating for me, baby. you look so sexy when you're nice and full like this. i can't wait to make you even bigger."

i'd barely be able to dip my fingertips beneath the elastic of your boxers that fit a lot better 25 pounds ago. gently sliding the tight fabric down your hips, i'd finally free your bulging belly from the last of it's constraints. as you groan in relief, i'd take my time tracing my hands across the surface of your overstuffed gut, pointing out every new stretch mark, every thickening roll, the new pudgy softness of your chest. we wouldn't need the scale to tell us how fat you've gotten when i can feel your expanding size under my fingertips instead.

"god, your love handles are getting so deep. just look at how thick the rolls on your hips are now, baby, i can't believe how much fatter you've been getting lately. doesn't it feel so good to be this huge?"

i'd make you take a good look at yourself in the mirror. really take in what you've done to yourself and what you've begged for me to do to you. you wanted nothing more than to be fattened up like a prize winning hog and i happily obliged. now you're a massive, food-addicted, out of shape glutton with no hope of ever losing a single pound. i already know that just from looking at your overstuffed belly you'd be rock hard, to have my delicate hands pumping up and down your throbbing cock while i tell you how much of a fatass you are. to hold my hair with your chubby fingers while i take advantage of still being able to blow you without your fat gut getting in the way. sex and fattening up would completely overlap for us, which would only make you more addicted to your gluttony. see how good i'd take care of you, baby? all you'd have to do is gain a few hundred pounds for me.

imagine how massive you'd get if this was your life, piggy. are you ready to test your limits and see how much fat your body can handle? there'd be no set weight limits or breaks from gaining. if you really think you're ready, i promise i won't disappoint.

This kind of help after a big meal is exactly what I need

Is there a better feeling?

This pic was taken months ago and my belly now rests even heavier on her ass. I dont think anything tops this position🫠

I used to be a 130lb twink. That people often told I should gain some weight because I looked ill.

Now I’m bordering 250lbs because all I want is more lard for people to stare at and tease me about.

I suck in my stomach And my belly still spills everywhere. Every pound an accumulation of every guy that told me to “eat up” 😂🐖

https://www.patreon.com/Pumpedandplumped

And then it led to the first 10lbs gained. No big deal, it looked good.

One thing led to another and now you’re a boost drinking, heavy cream addicted, bloated pig. You let yourself go completely. But now you want to be SO much bigger. Your secret fetish had now consumed your life… and you love it.

You rub your growing belly as you chug back your high calorie drink, and contemplate what you’ll stuff your fat face with today. Give your belly a jiggle and squeeze, feeling wet as the liquid bloats your already round belly.

You’re a big girl now… but you want to be so much bigger. You want to be encouraged, told your a good girl for getting fatter. Doted on, cooked for, brought takeout. You’re greedy for so much more than food.

You daydream of having your pussy eaten out while you stuff your face, your belly resting on top of your lover’s forehead, as they eat you while you eat.

You eat while using a vibrator because it just feels so good, eventually training yourself to associate being full and the taste of certain food with sexual pleasure.

It all just feels so good. You look at your reflection, and see the fat piggy in the mirror. How did you get so… big… so soft and plump. So obese. You know the answer… it all started with one extra bite… and now you’re a big girl… but you know deep down… you want to get even bigger.

It’s time for your next meal anyways, isn’t it fatty?

Better get that growing gut nice and full, right? 🐷

They were supposed to drive home, but after dinner, they just... need a break.

They had work to do this afternoon, furniture to assemble. But they can't even stand straight without buckling and clutching their swollen stomach.

They were supposed to join the party after dinner, but they can't get their pants done up, let alone ass out the door.

They meant to go for dinner, but they went so hard on the snacks that they are pretty sure they wouldn't be able to eat another bite ever again.

You're supposed to meet the bank, but the button of their good shirt snapped clean off, and they burp every time they take a step. And the way they sway when they stand is just...not presentable.

They make it to the movie, but as soon as the lights are out, they've snapped open their jeans and are nodding off in the dark. You can see the outline of their swollen gut and their hand slowly rubbing until they droop off.

It's that sheepish look. "I want to. I didn't mean to--it's just. It was so good. I had to finish it. I thought I could. I couldn't help myself. I mean--look at this. I can't go anywhere like this."