Long Rapids Bear

@kawaiipenguinluminary is fast losing lap space 🤭

i want you bigger. lazier.

i want you hungrier. i want you going to bed each night stuffed, and waking up each morning a little softer and puffier than the day before. shirts fitting tighter, pants becoming harder to button.

i want you desperate. constantly craving, constantly thinking about eating, and getting fatter. when you’re not eating, i want you thinking, fantasizing about it.

and when you do eat, i want you giving in to it completely. mindlessly swallowing thousands of calories, moaning as you eat. oinking when you’re finished. i want you losing track of yourself, focused solely on the taste of the food and the feeling of your gut filling up until it aches.

so helpless and pig-brained that it’s all you think about. all you desire. and maybe you’re dimly aware of the fact that you can’t stop. maybe part of you knows that your level of addiction is unhealthy, and that every stuffing just feeds into it more and more. that every time you get turned on by stuffing yourself, or by playing with your fat, or even just by observing the changes to your body as you gain, you push yourself deeper and deeper down the path of no return.

but any concern or self-awareness is far overshadowed by the pure pleasure you’re chasing. the pleasure of being overstuffed to the point of discomfort, of waking up bigger the next day. tighter clothes, and the feeling of soft fat as it clings your body. all of it just feels too good. you can’t help yourself. you can’t stop, and you don’t want to (though you and i both know that wanting to wouldn’t change anything).

i want your gluttony to consume you until it dictates every choice you make. i want you huge. hopelessly addicted. make yourself a symbol of gluttony, a cautionary tale to ordinary members of society.

Can’t you feel how much bigger you’re getting?

You didn’t used to need me to unbutton your pants halfway through dinner, letting that thick glob of belly ooze out into your lap, streaked with angry stretch marks from how much you’ve been gorging…

Your clothes barely fit, haven’t you noticed?

Shirts are getting swallowed up into creases and rolls, straining tighter and tighter as you stuff yourself through every meal, snack, and treat. Your thighs are strangled by your underwear at this point, riding up and pinching in when you dare to take even a few lumbering steps…

Doesn’t it feel like everything around you is too small?

You’re starting to outgrow chairs, finding yourself spilling over the sides and getting embarrassingly wedged between the arms. Feeling the walls of the shower getting closer and closer when you scrub yourself down…

You can’t hide how much you love getting bigger, can you?

We both know that feral, insatiable state you reach when my hands run along your expanding body, affectionately grabbing and wobbling every extra handful of flab you’ve caked onto yourself. Love handles, belly rolls, that double chin — all grown to be squeezed and praised…

How much bigger will you get for me?

Don’t worry about your sides brushing the doorway.

There’s always a bigger size when these clothes get too tight.

Just eat. Force another couple bites down for me. Cram a few extra calories into that overstuffed belly of yours.

You’re going to gain and grow until you’re feeling squeezed under the weight of your own greedy, overfed body, aren’t you?

Until you’re so swollen with fat and food you can’t think about anything else.

Please don't reblog gen AI feedism content.

This kink is about liberation, hedonism and is so goddamn personal, that no AI should be involved at all.

There is enough free content for your wank, horny boy.

Fuck off as if there weren't feedistic couples here or artists that have created said things you so desperately want to imitate, I could be remembering things wrong, but I'm pretty sure they had a patreon.

Either way, I can see the strain on both the chair and your will power, it is clear to me that you're getting tired of this game where no matter how much you "try" to control yourself, you still end up "losing", so I propose a deal. Want me to push you and see which one we can break first? Is it gonna be your already weak will? Or the creaking chair against your many accumulated pounds of fat? Are you gonna allow me to help you lose that control? Or an even better question is, are you gonna give said control to me so you're all mine to spoil and fatten up?

Need more. Need bigger.

cupping a boob in your hand. just hold it. let the weight of it fill your palm

idly bouncing a boob against your fingers

bouncing a belly hang against your palm

laying back and finding the center of the belly and pressing intermittently. bwomp bwomp bwomp. look at that ripple

rubbing back and forth along the bottom of an overhang, noting how the bottom of the belly is soft in a different way from the top (bonus points for dimpled overhangs, W bellies, stretchmarks, cellulite)

curling your fingers around a roll. squeezing, massaging, holding

using a roll to shake a whole belly

framing a belly with both hands and squeezing, squishing, bouncing

wobbling a wide, jiggly thigh

placing ur fingers underneath a shelf of an ass and bouncing. one cheek, both cheeks, who gaf

tracing the curve of plump cheeks, double chins, soft necks with a knuckle or the pads of your fingers

splaying your hand across any wide, soft body part (belly, sides, thighs, ass) and just. feeling. rocking the palm back and forth, pressing fingertips against the surface. soaking up the warmth and comfort

running your hand up and down a whole fat torso, chest to hips, memorizing the landscape of rolls and swells and stretch marks and cellulite

finding clusters of older stretchmarks, noting the different textures between it and unmarked skin