growingffa

They're so cute and adorable and sexy and they're *so* much fun to play with. A big soft ball sticking out front that you can jiggle or rest your head on or squeeze or bounce.

Like there's just so much good stuff about bellies, that I really can't fit it all in one post.

mutual gains

i got so out of breath putting these pants on earlier today. no matter how much i tried to suck in the zipper wouldn’t go up. i laid down flat on my bed and after several more attempts to suck in the zipper finally went up.

You've always wanted to try gaining haven't you? The thought of just giving in to your desires is constantly lingering in the back of your mind.

You know you'd be such a good feedee.... right?

You just can't restrain the feeling anymore. You decide to give yourself 3 months, no, how about 100 days to just absolutely give in. Just you, and your constant need to make yourself fatter. After all, you've always wanted to give in to your desires. The idea of getting huge and fat turns you on beyond measure.

You get started and you love it. Giving in feels soooooo incredibly good. It's who you were meant to be after all. A big, growing piggy. The feeling of your stomach expanding as you stuff yourself every day. The results aren't immediate, but your capacity is increasing rapidly. You're enjoying yourself so much that you start to worry...

Maybe, this is going to become permanent.

Maybe, this is the new me.

But somewhere just after the first month, everything really starts setting in. Those bad habits start cementing themselves on your waist line. Things are starting to get softer. Eating like a pig is becoming so much more... natural. You start to get worried. Is this really what you're going to become? A big, gluttonous hog? It's starting to look like your desires are going to have a very permanent impact on your body.

Before you know it, the first 100 days have gone by, and you didn't even notice. You're too busy shoveling food into that chubby gut. All limits, all restrictions, have completely disappeared. You're finally starting to get round. Your whole body starts to become soft and doughy. Stretch marks start appearing across your gut, evidence of your unhinged gluttony. You're starting to get fat...

You're starting to become a big, heavy, pig.

Those 100 days turn into 200 days, and before you know it, a year has gone by. But once again, you didn't even notice. You're too busy trying to fit into your pants, after all, you've gone up five sizes now. You're struggling, completely out of breath. You try and you try, but by the end you're exhausted. I guess you'll have to go up another size. Maybe you can pick up some new ones this weekend, along with a car full of the fattening food that you're now addicted to.

You see the days weren't the only thing that went by. So did your fitness. Your little "trial" turned into a year of gluttonous over eating.

Just "testing the waters" turned into day and after day of overindulgent eating.

You let yourself become a big fat piggy.

I mean you really thought you could give in to your greedy indulgences for such a short period?

You were so incredibly mistaken...

Your desire to become huge and fat consumed you. You thought you could just "give it a try" without it ruining your body.

Now you're obsessed. You're addicted to becoming bigger, addicted to making yourself fatter. There's no going back honey, somebody's going to get massive.