junk food dude

I really adore the idea of a feedee being told to get on all fours and then gasping in shock as they realize their belly finally touches the ground beneath them when they do. Their pretty round faces going red when they realize they have become that fat. The sensation of their fleshy middle rolls barely making contact or maybe landing with a meaty shocking thud for the first time. They didn’t know they were truly that fat yet. Their eyes glazing over and their bodies suddenly quivering as they realize the full extent of the weight they have gained in a way clothes not fitting, their constant hunger, and every other not so little clue never told them. The knowledge that they have grown so fat that on all fours their belly has finally grown swollen enough to touch the ground below them.

And realizing they can’t ever turn back.

You’re so tired of holding yourself back, aren’t you sweetheart? Watching your weight, being careful not to gain too much too fast… but we both know that’s not what you really want. You want to become insatiable, to fully surrender yourself to your inner glutton and spend all your time fattening up until you’re unrecognizable. I know you want to ruin your body and mind beyond repair simply because it feels so good, because it turns you on more than anything else could.

You want to sit inside and eat, to feel your stomach stretch and groan against the ever-tightening clothes you wear. Everyone can see it, they can see just how much of a pig you’ve been making of yourself. But it’s not enough, is it? You need to get bigger, need to glut yourself on endless fat and sugar until that belly of yours dominates any space you enter. Not that you’ll be doing much of that anymore, not when it’s so exhausting to move when you can just sit and eat instead. I bet just the thought of this outcome is making you horny, isn’t it piggy? That’s good. Give into that. Give in to your desire to be utterly, unapologetically huge.

about 16 months apart 😵‍💫

You know it would start off simple.

Too fat to walk without getting winded. Working out without sweating like a pig. Harder to get up off the couch.

Then it would get a little better.

Too fat for roller coasters or water slides. Booths at restaurants would become a no go. Plus size stores would be your only option.

It gets better though.

Just wait until your belly won’t allow you to tie your shoes anymore. Or you have to go sideways through doorways.