Lazy, hungry, slob

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i want to be so fat my belly completely covers my lap when i sit in the car, spills over the sides of my thighs, and my hands can’t rest anywhere but on top of it.

and over time i just get bigger and bigger until it grows past my lap and reaches all the way to the seat in front of me, or the dashboard if i’m in the passenger side. at this point the seatbelt can barely reach halfway over me, but i like it so tight that it cuts into me…. on any drive i just sit helpless and huge, taking up over half the back of the car, or the entire passenger seat and then some. the center console would dig into my massive hips and thighs, and i would complain about how uncomfortable i am with everything digging so tight, but of course i wouldn’t stop gaining. i’m too addicted now.

i would refuse to let my size stop me from riding in cars no matter how insanely big i get, so i just get fatter and fatter and struggle more and more to get in and out of them until it’s a several-minute ordeal of pushing and pulling my own fat into the tiny space.

someone would need to keep me fed on every single drive too, of course… whether that’s plenty of snacks and drinks or at least one stop for fast food each direction, even on just a 10 minute drive there and back.

you would say something like, “kitten, if you keep begging for food like that we won’t be able to get you out of the car, you know…”

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your massive pet catboy sits plump and pretty on the comparably narrow loveseat. although you bought it just a couple short months ago to accommodate their new, fattening body, they’re outgrowing the big plush chair already. their hips spill over the sides, the fat of their ass bunches up behind them and pushes their body awkwardly forward. that massive belly hangs down even more because of it and you can’t help but stare.

they shift around as best they can, the poor thing, muttering something about their size, or how hungry they are. it’s always one of the two. but you’re perplexed, you just fed them a full meal complete with 2 batches of desserts just 20 minutes ago, and they’ve already gotten so hungry to the point of whining? apparently the huge kitty’s equally huge appetite just will not surrender… and the fatter they grow, the worse it’ll get.

naturally, you feed them some more.

as soon as she’s home the charade is over. she gets as much as she wants of whatever she wants, and usually much more. greasy piles of fast food, tables full of decadent dessert, massive slabs of meat, gallons of sugary drinks. she spends all of her time either sleeping or eating. her belly is always visibly stuffed and bloated, churning to digest the mountains of garbage she has unfettered access to at all times.

you do take her for the walks, though. fat-swollen thighs struggling from the friction of each step, leaning hard on her walker as you pull relentlessly at her leash. she pants and whines and her overfull gut groans, but you half-drag her all the way to the dog park, where the other pups and their owners stare at her in horror. you tell her to go run around with the other doggies as you sit with the owners, telling them her sad story- her last owner overfed her so much, poor thing, and you’re working hard to help her lose the weight, but she’s so naughty, always breaking into the fridge and gorging on anything in sight. the other owners are sympathetic, praising you for taking on such a challenge.

- needing two chairs ( or more ) just to fit your fat ass at the buffet as you've barely fitted through the door

- getting banned from said buffet as you get fed to the point of having your belly in front of everyone, getting gropped and kissed by your feeder as they tell you how much fatter they're going to make you while everyone looks at you in shock, wondering how someone can let themselves go this far into obesity for their own pleasure with no regrets

- having your feeder nurse look after you and take care of your every needs, stuffing you beyond your limits each day as you struggle to breath under your gut pinning you in place, begging to be pleasured as your piggy mind gets hornier and hornier with each bite and slap on your jiggling gut

- needing mobility aids just to move your lard ridden body around ( bariatric cane, wheelchair, mobility scooter, etc. ) for the time being, just waiting for the inevitable moment you won't be able to move an inch from your bed, now having two purpose, getting stuffed and fucked like the perfect immobile piggy you are while growing even fatter for you and your feeders pleasure

so just relax. give in. stay put and eat. and eat. and eat.

feel yourself expand. let every bite that settles on your rapidly fattening frame be a reminder of how good it all feels. to get bigger. fatter. until you pass. 200. 400. 900.

Laying in that spot in pain for hours, contemplating if I should call someone but being too embarrassed to do so because of what a fat slob I look like naked surrounded by trash from binging night after night.

make my chest tight. make me beg for every pitiful wheeze my poor lungs are desperate for. make me so large I'm spread over two king size beds. dangle takeout bags in front of my face and get off watching me struggle to lift my arms even an inch. are you proud of yourself? are you celebrating my immobility? good.

make me grow, make me cum, make me eat. more. more. more.

My poor food balloon, I can hardly move it’s pathetic 🥵😳

I’m literally spiralling towards super morbid obesity. I feel my heart race as I eat until I’m numb and dazed. I accept it every time I grab my cellulite ridden belly hang, give it a wobble and understand that I’m too far gone. I can barely move, everything is excruciating when on my feet, every heavy step, I ache just getting out of bed. I need help with such basic things it’s absolutely embarrassing.

My care worker/nurse does the hard stuff that requires movement and helps me with stuff Im too obese to do alone. She’s lovely and makes my massive meals for the freezer/fridge + cleans everything for me + clears the takeout bags. My life these days is four walls and a mattress. I’m more obese than I ever thought I could get. I don’t get up, I ask for help, because I know what’s good for me. I stuff myself unhealthy, my stomach comically large as I beg for another box of donuts to be brought up. it reminds me to slow down, sleep, eat, give up and get more docile and complacent. Let go, forget anything that doesn’t involve food.