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Pretending your face is my chair 🥺 I wonder what will break first.

Nothing better than a HUGE gut!

When I’m eating like a pig and having full body orgasms? Not at all. When I can hardly breathe from walking for a couple minutes, and I’m nervous for my own family to see what I look like? A little bit. But then I just get off to those things later, sooo…. one feeling outweighs the other, and that’s what I base my decision to keep getting fatter on

I can’t be the only one who’s addicted to fat, right? There’s just something so deliciously indulgent about it, the way it slowly creeps up on you, the way it jiggles and is able to be squeezed. The thought that an each feast will contribute to more blubber, an added bonus to doing something that everyone loves to do, eat. The day after pigging out still feeling the after effects, rubbing your hands across your body, poking and prodding your bloated fat, squeezing and watching it jiggle. Realizing how your body never used to be so sensitive, how each slight touch sends pleasure throughout your growing body, slowly rewiring your brain to love the sensation, to crave it, to want more. Before you even realize it, your pants are off, and you are craving for release. Your thoughts clouded by food and the need to be bigger. You start getting hungry at the thought, since you know the release will be even better when you are so bloated you can hardly catch your breath and barely move without your bulging belly almost in pain from food. Then before you know it you finish and it’s the best you’ve ever felt, that’s the cycle, the inescapable trap you entered, you want that feeling every second of the day, so the first thing is to get another feast to do it all over again.

oops almost didnt see ya back there

My name’s Agusta and I’m addicted to chocolate 🤤

My “scrolling through ubereats at 2:15am” fit 🤪

too many cheat days !!!

finally have the fat arms of my dreams and i couldn't be more obsessed

knees took some major damage this vid ngl