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You're so big now, so gorgeously fat, that there truly is no other explanation for just how you got this big this fast. I bet they can all tell just how much you love it when your belly is so painfully full, when you pop buttons, making a massive pig of yourself.

Every time you move, there is more heaviness to you, a soft sway that tells the story of every calorie we’ve stuffed into your tummy. I love watching the way your skin stretches tight, gleaming and smooth, struggling to contain the sheer size of your growth.

Well this comparison is embarrassing...

I cannot believe how much I let myself go. I was once such a fit dancer and I just could not stop stuffing myself. In the after my arms can't even rest on my side properly, that is how wide I am! 

Your pants still fit so you must not have gained… Wrong! I started swapping them out months ago, buying the exact same brand and style in progressively larger sizes so you’d never notice the numbers creeping up. You just think you’re maintaining, but you’re actually bursting out of clothes that are three sizes bigger than what you wore last month.

The portions are small so a fourth plate isn’t unreasonable… Wrong! I keep you so blissfully stuffed on snacks and treats throughout the day that normal meals stopped filling you up long ago too. Your stomach has stretched so much that a mountain of food feels like a light snack, and you just keep clearing plate after plate, begging for more because your body doesn't even know what being full feels like anymore.

Those healthy shakes I give you once or twice a day surely help with staying thin, right?… Wrong again! You suck down a heavy shake every hour or you feel like you’re going to waste away. I’m loading them up with calories designed to coat you in blubber, and you really think they’d be so addictive otherwise? You’re drinking thousands of liquid calories before the sun even goes down, and your body is just soaking it up, turning it into thick, heavy rolls that jiggle with every breath.

You cans see the agony on my face yet it feels so good

You're just starting out. Getting too fat to jerk off is a wayysss off you think. Gotta let your belly swell and bulge, your thighs widen and ooze and smoosh out like popped open biscuit cans, your arms flab out into wings with pump little wrist and chubby digits. Nooope, you won't get too fat too jerk off anytime soon.

But what about a different moment?

When you get fatter, fat enough that jerking off leaves you breathless, makes your heart pound so hard you can hear it, your feel faint, your face flushing, your breaths pitching to the point you have to stop -- your stamina is shot. Even if you've been lifting weights or doing cardio you're still heavier, there's more of you to contort around, shift around it's an adjustment you weren't exactly ready for...

The moment when you're not so fat you can't jerk off but you need to shift your thighs, move your hips a bit, maybe use a blanket, a pillow, not because you can't do it with just hands and willpower but because doing it with your hands is more difficult and you wear out quick

Each jiggling thrust more laborious than the last

Val is sitting on the couch when I get home. She’s naked except for her panties and she’s wearing a vibrator. I set the box of donuts next to her, take one out snd put it to her lips. She takes a bite. It’s jelly filled and the jelly slides down her double chin.

I don’t have to say anything. She knows that when she finishes the eight donuts in the box I’m going to activate the vibrator. It used to be four, then six, now I’ve worked her up to eight. It’ll be a dozen eventually.

She’s gotten so heavy. She was barely chubby when we met. Now her ass and thighs are so fat she spreads wider than the couch cushion.

After three donuts she starts to get vocal. “I’m a horny pig, aren’t I?” She says.

“Yes, baby,” I say.

I lift up her belly which completely hides her panties. Her panties are soaked. “You are so wet, baby”

When she gets to the fifth donut i start to edge her by turning on the vibrator. Her eyes get wide. I run my hands over her belly and hips, pinching handfuls of fat. I turn the vibrator off. She eats faster. The jelly from the donuts is smeared across her chubby face.

When she finishes the donuts i turn the vibrator on. “Good girl,” I say. “You’re such a good piggie.”

The orgasms roll through her one after another. I can tell when she’s about to cum again because she tightens her legs. I lift up her belly again and she’s creamed everywhere.

I pop a button towards the end and that gets my attention, i look around and everyone is staring at me, i look down and my entire belly is hanging out, holy shit i’m fat. but i’m still starving i need everyone to look away so i can keep eating, i look at you for help and you laugh at me. so fucking greedy I can’t stop even after all that embarrassment. A few eyes linger as i shove the rest of my food in my mouth as fast as possible so we can get out of here.

- tell me how much more ill jiggle when i walk around after i add on a few more pounds

- tell me how itll get even harder to breathe when im already too out of breath to rebuttal

- point out how im already growing out of my replacement outfits

- let me know how much slower ive been around the house lately

- grab me by my flab and tell me how itll just get easier and easier to grab handfuls all over my ever growing body over time