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I love that he's helping to fatten me to immobility and making sure I'm too stuffed to move~ 🥵

Shoving food down my throat as he fingers my navel and tells me how much of a helpless hog I'm becoming... How I was meant to become a 500 pound cow... I don't think I've ever had such intense orgasms~ 😅🤭

(he took the picture after about 20 minutes of this and my brain was mush 😵‍💫)

Daddy stuffed me with an entire large pizza tonight...I’m so full.

You love being teased for your weight gain.

                You love when they notice, when they single you out, poking a finger into your chubbing belly that you can’t seem to suck in like you used to. You love seeing them smile down at your tummy as their finger sinks into your pudge, testing your newfound blubber. You love the way they place a hand on your abdomen, sizing up your protruding fat as they squeezes you like dough. The way they laugh as they objectify you, as they compare you to a tub of lard, a bag of fat. When they smiles at you and call you ‘fatboy’ before letting your jiggling tummy go.

                You get so flustered, don’t you fatboy? Trying to keep up with the guys. Waddling along, noticing your breath shorten, panting as you try to keep up with their long, muscular legs which they present no discomfort showing off. Watching their tight asses and strong thighs tense as they step, as you feel your own backside jiggle like crazy, your thunder thighs rubbing like mad, your legs wobbling with every brush!

                You get turned on when they notice you. When they see how the pudge has accumulated all over your body. When they catch you snacking as they tweak your love handle, laughing as they make it squish! Snickering at your discomfort as you stuff in another mouthful, your ass widening far too large for your tight stretch shorts. Taunting you as you desperately try to unstick the fabric that disappears between your rolls, your fat pockets, your blimping, rubbing cheeks! Poking you at every chance they get whenever your pudgy body becomes exposed, a bit of fat sneaking out between your shirt and your waistband, vulnerable for them to jiggle and grab!

                The things they do to you, the attention they give! It’s intoxicating, fatboy! The ways they compare you, calling you their “thickest in the friend group!” Keeping tabs on your weight. Testing you for any sign of leftover fitness. Making you jiggle. Making you blush. As if they know how much it turns you on! Watching you thicken and expand. Pinching your chub! Grabbing your blubbery ass and making it shake as you squeal in surprise! A dozen hands pressing food into your mouth, enamored by your fattening! A dozen fingers poking your juicy fat! A dozen mouths bullying you for “letting yourself go,” for “pudging up,” for “porking out,” for “being a total fatass!” Two dozen eyes watching you feed yourself, watching you bust out of your clothes, watching you struggle with every added pound!

Your weight-gain is like a self-sustaining curse.

You eat, filling your mouth, your insatiable belly, feeding yourself everything your piggish little taste buds desire.

Then you grow. Your fat accumulates on your pudgy stomach. Rolls start to form on your juicy sides. You start to get love handles, your ass blimps up, your thighs start to blubber. Even your moobs and your face and your hand betray you, showing off your newfound fattiness and greed!

Then it starts to get uncomfortable! It's not like you CAN'T waddle off to the gym and work out…you're not THAT fat…at least, not yet. But it's getting uncomfortable.

It's embarrassing. Being slower than the other guys. Your fat ass jiggling in your shorts. Having to constantly pick a wedgie as your undies disappear between your thick, caked up cheeks. Constantly needing to shift your short to cover your tubbing belly!

But beyond that, you've started to notice a change. You're getting out of breath more easily. It didn't even take that much FAT! You just noticed you were panting, that it was hard to catch your breath! Your thighs rub, now! They chafe and fight for space! Your belly has begun to quiver when you waddle--god, you WADDLE, now to keep your thighs from rubbing!

Still, you hit the gym and you try to work off the fat…

But you can't stop eating. You can't stop stuffing yourself. And it's the KNOWING that you're not so far gone…it's the KNOWING that you haven't blimped up beyond all hope…that's what makes it impossible to shave off the weight for good! The food is just TOO delicious! And the weight isn't even BAD enough yet…not until it is…

And when you finally realize how far you've let yourself go…when you finally realize what you have DONE…when you finally realize what a piglet you've made of yourself…there's nothing you can do about it anymore!

Sure, you could work off some of the pudge. It wouldn't be all THAT hard. But it would take a LOT longer now that you realize how fat you've swelled! You can't just hit the treadmill a few times, fatboy. You have to actually commit! And committing to anything--besides STUFFING your lazy, pudging body on a daily basis--is not exactly in your forte! You're a FATBOY through and through! And because it's so much easier for you to just sit there, on your plumped-up fat ass! Becuase it's so much easier just to EAT to your heart's content, than to actually get up off your lazy, blimping ass and go for a jog every once in a while…well, that's exactly what you do! You just eat and eat and eat! You blubber and balloon! And you fill up even more, stretching your stomach and getting hungrier as you get greedier as you get fatter as you get lazier!

2022 - 2026 🤭

Now what if we added some jiggle 👀