Natalie

All I can think about is eating nowadays. I think about how much I can pack in for breakfast, knowing I’ll be double as hungry in the afternoon. But that’s exactly what I want, an excuse to order delivery. I salivate and get horny thinking about what I’m going to order. I stuff for an hour straight and stop only to rub my swollen belly and think of the fat that will be there soon. I can’t stop gaining, I just want more and more. I’m so corrupted but I don’t care, I just want to be fatter

It’s so interesting going from jock to fatty. I never really controlled my eating because of my metabolism and daily exercise. Then one year, all the over eating didn’t just result in a little muffin top… all of my clothes ripped as I attempted to put them on, my arms and hips are covered in new stretch marks, and I walk (which is rare nowadays) with a slight waddle thanks to the size of my thighs. I’m kinda disgusted by what I’ve done to myself. But then I notice how tight my clothes are, how heavy my tits are, and how much I love to eat past my limits. So far I think it’s a fair trade, am I crazy? I love being a lard tank, I always wanted to be one but I was scared until now. The first 50 pounds were an accident, but the next 26 were desired. I just want to keep going, but I reallyyyyy need a helping hand. I need someone funnel feeding me or stuffing me with ribs. I’m so ready for a feeder irl

Now that I’m home, I will find that cherry lingerie set and take updated pics. Gained 70 pounds in a year, I want to compare the damage so badly.

When I’m full to the brim with food (like I am now) I look extremely pregnant. It’s no wonder a solicitor came to my door today and the intro to his pitch was “I’m sure you have kids.” I’m not kidding lol. When I said I don’t he responded “well, (now gesturing at my figure) I’m sure you’ll have children,” like it was just a matter of time. I can’t lie, I see what they see and I love it. Makes me want to buy maternity clothes and keep myself overfed for hours so strangers ask when I’m due or ask to feel my belly

I want to be used so badly. Used to be a lard tank, a breeding factory, and a submissive slut

I can’t wait to become obese. I’m already on my way there but life is hard and it’s stopped me from eating to my hearts content. But just last night I had 3 dinners; chicken and lamb kebabs, friend chicken, and sausage feteer (basically an over stuffed quesadilla the size of a pizza). I want a huge ass and even bigger tits, I want to be a rippling mess on anyone’s cock. I want so many things I shouldn’t, I want to be an obese slut

Turns out it was a really good idea for me to not get any new bras since November. I’m reaching insane levels of titty meat for someone who’s been one size until last summer. Fuckkk, my lingerie 😭. Actually, I’ll still wear them until they rip from the pressure lol

After gaining 50 pounds accidentally I arrived at a point where I don’t care anymore about being conventionally attractive, and that’s so freeing! Tbh, now that I have at least double the stretch marks I used to I don’t care about making more. I used to hold onto a narrow idea of beauty (for myself not others) but now that I don’t fit that mold I feel open to exploring the feedee side of myself. It’s always been there, I always knew I had the capacity to become immobile if I let myself and I’m having so much fun eating myself there. Will I become immobile? Who’s to say, I just know I’m enjoying getting fatter 😋