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- That means you have absolutely no limits

- You will grow as fat as possible for your feeder

- let them feed you into a food coma at all times

- let them be your personal nurse / caretaker so they can take care of your every needs

Pump them full of calories. Fast food. Carbs. Sweets. Sugar. Anything really.

Completely transform your body. Make you grow a massive gut. Love handles that pour over your waistband. Thighs the size of my toned waist. A huge jiggly ass.

I want to transform your mind too. Make you simp over me. Only think about me and food. Head empty other than that.

eating yourself so big you can barely walk, every little movement leaving you completely breathless just because it turns you on..

eating yourself to the point you need help with every little thing just because it turns you on..

it's absolutely pathetic, and i love it so much.

Your shirts don’t fit , keep popping . Chairs creaks under your weight and your panting after walking 5 minutes .

Is that really how you want to live your life ? Like a pig ?

Being on the couch all day , chugging and burping while jerking off . Is that really what you want ?

Logic Overwrite [November Patreon Raffle]

@fatforcemasc

ERROR: your brain is now a vessel for <g00n3r_g41n3r_m4lw4r3.exe> access was easily obtained through the infected gainer porn backdoor.

Each trigger string injects the virus deeper, each bong rip fuels the infection, each bite of food accelerates your permanent loss. Every fold in your brain is now surging with microscopic dopamine seeking nodules, forcing you to seek more pixelated filth, and maximized THC consumption protocols ensure ideal pleasure chemical target levels.

The virus will make you a mindless pig, dopamine slave, and permanent loser who can't stop clicking, stroking, and sinking deeper as long as your neural network hosts the infection.

Virus will eject from your brain husk when optimal weight>intelligence ratio has been achieved.

Your brain will now begin the IQ point to fat conversion leaving you simplified.

@chubbyfeedeefemboi proving that pigs aren't meant to do anything but lose

Not educated because your fat addled brain is getting too slow

Not employed because you're too lazy to work.

Not in training because you're too busy leaking for losing

Nothing feels as good as fucking your brain for calories and giving up aspirations for glutting. It's so hot to look back on the past day, week, month, year... and realize all you've done is gotten worse.

Worse is hot.

Worse means you've accepted who you are and what you're meant to be... a horny hungry piglet that can't stop fattening. Most people go their entire lives without being satisfied. You are satisfied every day. You realized early on that gaining weight and losing potential IS your potential.

REMEMBER: you are meant to perma-fatten.

Jiggle your hefty gut and guzzle down fast food and empty calories. Eat your greasy gainer gorgeslop until you're addicted and grow, hog. 🐽

Go slow. As you up my calorie intake, forbid me from reading books and any educational content. It's only a strain on my eyes, after all. I don't need books when I have games and shows.

Weeks will pass, and they will leave me with a bit of pudge around my midsection. Slowly, my thoughts, instead of focusing on information and research, will revolve around the next episode of a show and the next meal I'll eat. I will slowly become a cute chubster - but nothing drastic so far.

But then again, some games and shows can be quite complex, forcing you to solve mysteries and think a lot about the details. I won't need those anymore. You'll add more snacks to my routine and cut the physical activity to minimum; at the same time, you will forbid me from watching shows that are too complicated and games that engage too much. No need for adult content, unless it's reality shows.

I will pack on the pounds. Definitely a fatty now. I will find my concentration slipping, my attention span shortening. You'll stop using complex language when talking to me. After months of this treatment, I'll hear a complicated word somewhere, and I'll blink, trying to remember what it means. I won't be able to. Oh, well. I'll gulp down another burger, watching my favourite cartoon.

That's when the next step will come. I really don't need anything other than Teletubbies, really. Games are too hard, after all, you have to click and do things. I won't like doing things any more, it makes you sweat. Like walking. Walking makes you sweat, and I don't like the smell of sweat. I like the smell of food, though, so you'll allow me to watch some toddler TV as I pack in another tray of cupcakes. I won't be moving much anymore, except to go to the bathroom, but at some point, that will become a thing of the past, too. I will expand in my bed, just as my mind will shrink.

Maybe one day, you will ask me a question. "Do you like your new life?"

"I like food!!" I will say, giggling, crumbs from the cookies I'll be munching on falling on my triple chin.

"You sure do," you'll say, smiling. "Do you regret anything?"

"What's 'regret'?"

"Never you mind, dumb dumb." You'll pat my fat cheek. "Now, finish your snack, I have a pizza ready for you."

"Yes!! Pizza!!" I'll squeal, clapping my chubby hands.

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