JeffMaxence

Now go have the most fattening weekend youve ever fucking had, okay? God it would be SO hot if you put on like 4-5lbs

He’s on top, tiring quickly, as his thrusts become more laboured. His eyes reveal that he won’t make it, but the desire still surges stronly through him as his hips begin to slow. You know he can’t hold himself above you much longer. His weight is pleasurably suffocating you. You couldn’t escape, even if you tried. You wrap your arms around him for purchase, to help him out, but it’s no use. He’s grown too big, too heavy, too fat. And he’s bigger than ever before. You bite your lip in ecstasy, trying to hold on, trying not to erupt too soon. His appetite has finally got the better of him. He’s now succumbed fully to your charms. But it’s the first time he’s completely failed to finish like this. You always knew this day would come - the way he ate. And as you delight at a new milestone reached, he grinds to a standstill above you, his full weight now crushing you, as his fattened body slows to a stop. You kiss him sweetly on the cheek, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you whisper reassuringly in his ear as you stroke his hair. “Don’t worry about it, just roll over for me and I’ll take things from here.” Once freed, you straddle him. It shocks you how wide your thighs now have to part to contain him, when you remember how slim he was when he first met you. After pushing his belly upwards and lowering yourself onto him, you begin to rock your hips gently, feeling your gyrations echoed by his girth. You reach for the full pack of cookies you’ve kept religiously by the bedside for weeks and open it. You take the first and hover it temptingly by his mouth. You quicken your thrusts by way of temptation, as your other hand claws wildly at his softened chest. Unable to resist you, he takes a voracious bite of the fattening treat in your hand. He’s such a glutton. He’s never full, never satisfied, never fat enough, and always wanting more. You smile sweetly, but you can’t resist your darker thoughts. “Well at least you’re still good for something!” you giggle disdainfully, as you move your free hand lower to slap his generously plump belly until it glows. His fattened cheeks flush a deep, dark chrimson. It’s so sweet when he gets embarrassed like this. He knows that you love it, and so does he. But what he doesn’t yet know is that - if you can contain yourself right now - he won’t be allowed his big finish tonight, unless all his cookies are finished too.  

Full gaining journey. 145 lbs / 65 kg to 585 lbs / 265 kg. 2006 to 2024.

Wearing a tight 4XL shirt out to get Mcdonalds 😉

Listen if you’re going to talk a big game I’m going to make sure you can follow through. What are you gonna do with that big body now? Gonna squish me? Better make it count, better make me 2-dimensional. If I don’t bust in one lean then the growing continues until I’m done so let’s find out who has more resolve, my libido, your knees, or the wall.

(referenced from gainerforever !)

It's too late fatty. You really did it this time. Look at the number on the scale. Oh my mistake, that lard sack of a gut is blocking your view. Well it reads 400 pounds. 400. Do you even realize how many calories you have eaten to get this fucking huge? Actually, let's put it into perspective. Do you know how many trucks filled with burgers you had to eat? How many swimming pools full of grease you swallowed? Maybe you would be able to guess how many salads you have eaten to get this round. Well I am say its too late to go back now. I am sure you had some idea in your mind that you could just lose all this weight. You thought you could just stop eating days worth of calories in hours, and stop craving fatty food all night. We both know that was a fantasy. You being skinny? Not anymore. You are a blob, a flabby pile of excess calories, an obese calorie gorging hog. There isn't anything you can do to lose this much weight. You are too much of a fatass to start exercising. Just walking up stairs makes you sweat your ass off. Walking to your car to get to burger King makes you breath heavy like you ran a marathon. Fuck I think I even saw you gasping for breath after finishing 2 tubs of ice cream. Geez I am just so shock that anyone could do this to themselves. Like fuck look at yourself. You are enormous. There is no way in hell you are long a single pound. Just go eat yourself fatter already. We both know that's your true purpose now lardass.

I absolutely love playing with that lard filled gut knowing how unhealthy it is just packed full of heart stopping fat and the fact it's what's going to keep growing and causing even more struggling and health issues

happiest in da worldddd ;3

Now why don’t I help you waddle back to the couch we’ll put on one of your favorite shows and I’ll prepare you a nice big meal to make up for any calories you may of burnt and curl up next to you making sure you get plenty of belly rubs while you eat. Now how does that sound?

Wearing a tight 4XL shirt out to get Mcdonalds 😉

Your belly bumps the cart as you turn down your favorite aisle. You wish you would have taken more time to dress but the store was closing. You hope that sexy cashier isn’t working tonight, you’ve got so much fat showing.  It’s crazy how much weight you’ve gained in the year since your divorce, old friends are shocked now when they see you. But the store was closing - what could you do? A fat girl needs to eat − so you heaved your  *** off the couch and grabbed the closest thing. Now you’re waddling down the aisle, feeling the cool air across a wide expanse of flesh. Your  belly has gotten so wide and sags heavily. It bounces rythmically against your heavy upper thighs as you jiggle-waddle along, putting thousands of calories into your cart as you trundle down the aisle.  You blush thinking of those deep dimples in your buttocks, the ones that got so defined, so obvious with the last fifty pounds. They can easily be seen through the thin cotton pants stretched across your wide, wobbly posterior like cellophane.  You waddle , waddle, waddle along, filling your cart with junk. You watch as you fill it - nothing but fat and carbs. This is why you’ve gotten so heavy, so out of shape. No self control. Such overwhelming desire to be full, swollen. You’re  a selfish, greedy pig, eating and eating and eating. And worse yet, you can’t take a bite of anything sweet anymore without sliding your hand between your thighs and rubbing yourself to orgasm. Oh the fantasies: being fed, being humiliated: pinched and slapped and fattened and fattened.  More stuff goes  in the cart; you laugh. Your ex-husband left you for just this reason, the day you were married you gave up any pretense of dieting. A year ago, he’d finally had enough. Oh if he could see you now, waddling down the aisle 120 pounds heavier, bouncing, shaking, rippling, rippling with every step; if he could see you blushing and salivating as you spy your favorites and toss them defiantly into the cart; watch you struggle as you bend down to retrieve yet another  box of snack cakes sure to make you bigger…softer…flabbier. You turn now into the bakery section and and load in the cakes and pies. You’re getting wet just thinking about pigging out. Your nipples tighten as you smell the warm bread, the baked crusts. God, you’re such a pig: a hog, a greedy selfish hippo who dreams of being stuffed around the clock, sitting on her wide, spreading ass and gorging on slice after slice, handful after handful, of everything;  greedily filling your belly as it pushes further and further onto your lap. You catch you relfection is the bakery case − thank god the store is all but empty- what a sight!  So much blubber − jiggling, jiggling, jiggling. You’re embarassed at the sight of yourself and so turned on. Desire overcomes you and blushing, you plunge your fat hand into the open bulk container and draw back a fistful of   caramels. You shove them into your mouth, your face hot with lust. Your heart stops as you turn towards the registers − the sexy cashier is the only one working; god, he looks like he’s in even better shape than last week. You’re so embarassed, this physical contrast , your complete transformation into a flabby, gluttonous hog; a jiggle-pig; a formerly plump woman now covered in layer after thickening  layer of wobbly pig-jelly . You consider leaving the cart and going to another store rather than face him. You’ve  had a serious crush since he started here two years ago. He always recognizes you and says hello, ugh, you’ve put on so much weight since then. He’s watched you  grow every week:   fatter…fatter…FATTER. You gather your courage and push your cart slowly to his register. You can hardly breathe. Your heavy sagging gut slaps your thighs as you approach. The soft, rythmic bump-wobble, bump-wobble is so obvious, oh, you’ve gotten so big and heavy. The cashier is looks at you and smiles, he can see your belly hanging out, your food-mounded cart, ugh, he’s good-looking. You blush deep red. Your big, soft arms woggle, your back fat wiggles, your  buttocks jounce and jiggle as you nervously unload the piles of junk onto the conveyor. The cashier watches and does not advance the belt or begin ringing you up. The food boxes pile higher and the cashier watches. “Just stocking up for the family,” you stammer. He laughs. “You don’t have any family, this is all for you, porky.”   You blush. Oh ***, please humiliate me some more, please, please. You move to the end of the register and he begins to ring you up. Your wide hips and huge belly are in full view, god, you’re so wet. You want to be home with a box of cookies, eating and rubbing your clit.  He scans a few items and then grabs a box of ice cream sandwiches, “Do you know how many calories are in these? There is a low fat version right next to these,” he glances at your bulging fat, “you should really try them.”  You sputter and struggle to respond. “I’ve…I’ve …these taste a lot better.” He scans a few more things and then stops at a huge box of twinkies and grabs the intercom and levels his eyes at you. He’s doing this on purpose, oh please, yes, humiliate me, I’m such a greedy pig. “Tom, can I get a price check on the jumbo pack twinkie, the 30 count, I think they’re  on sale.” Tom buzzes back with a price. “No Tom, the JUMBO pack ,the really big box for like a family of ten or something.” A few other customers  moving towards the exit turn and stare. They shake their heads in disgust. The cashier smiles at you. “Sorry, just want to make sure you don’t get over charged.” He scans more food and continues to glance at your belly. “Set that big thing on the counter for me, fat girl. I want to see how much of that is pure hog-jelly.” You stare at him in disbelief, unsure of what you heard. “C'mon, lard ass, I see how much weight you’ve put on lately. Put that big, wobbly pile of chub on my counter so I can see how fat you really are.” Your hands shake, your breathing is fast and ragged, you lift your heavy gut and set it on the counter. He pats it playfully then slips his finger in your belly button. “Wow, you’ve really gotten tubby,  hogged up big time.” He leans forward and grabs a fistful of blubber and jiggles it, “Is this why hubby left you? Is this why?  You couldn’t stop filling this greedy gut with food?” You begin to sweat, “Yes, oh god, I let myself go, I got huge and fat and lazy,” you’re panting as he jiggles, jiggles, jiggles your belly, “I couldn’t stop myself,  he told me to lose weight, he warned me,  but I just couldn’t help it, I just love eating and eating.” He laughs  and returns to scanning your items.  Your panties are soaked. He finishes scanning and begins bagging your stuff.  You watch his arm muscles ripple as he packs the bags with all your favorite food. He smiles at you as if he didn’t just spend five minutes humiliating you. “Write your number down for me. I get off in thirty minutes.” You stare at him in disbelief and try to pretend you have plans, “I can’t, not now, I…I have a friend−” “Don’t be silly, the only thing you’re doing tonight is eating, stuffing that huge gut with food you clearly don’t need. Now write down your number and address, you fat blimp.” You give in easily. Your hand shakes as you write down your information.  What are you doing? You hardly know him, but oh how you want to be teased, teased and fed and humiliated. He loads the bags in your cart and you head for home.                            

Gods damn that's good.

You’re helpless as she pushes every calorie filled bite into your face. There was never any going back, your only purpose is to eat your way into an early grave for her pleasure.