perpetually hungry

This Piggy is looking Round, Bloated, & ready for Breeding even first thing in the morning. Wouldn’t you want to wake up to this everyday? 🤭🐷😇

A squishable, grippable, pliable, huge, soft, fat gut~

Does that turn u on…

i was trying on a bathing suit bottom with these cute strings to tie on the side, and i just. couldn’t for the life of me remember how to tie them? and it got me thinking—i haven’t worn shoes i had to tie in well over a year.

i could barely reach with both hands to make the knot—my tits were in the way, my belly filled the space i had to reach over… i got exhausted just trying to reach

i wear things that’re easy to get on and easy to get off. i can’t bend over too well because my belly is in the way. it’s starting to hang so, so low.. and i can’t even reach my feet anymore—if i tried to paint my nails it would be exhausting, i’d be out of breath in seconds

it makes me wonder what’s next. will i forget the little trick i use to get bras on? will i forget how to hoist myself up off the floor sometime in the next 100 pounds?

and then, when i finally get to those “too big to live alone without a caretaker” sizes, what will be next?

clumsy, fat fingers unable to button up shirts. the same overly softened hands struggling to hold a fork, eating without utensils is just so much easier.. can’t reach around my belly enough to button any pants, either, it’ll have been years (and hundreds of pounds of lard) since i could even see what i’m doing, anyways

I’m basically 280 again :-) I’m still gaining nowwww who wants to keep it going?

C*shapp: $hvnkrock

Bigger. That's all I want, is to be bigger. To be able to consume more and more calories with each passing day, to shove even more food into my chubby little face until I can't take it anymore...and then some. I want my belly hanging down past my thighs; it already hits the floor when I'm on my hands and knees, so it shouldn't be too long now, should it?

I bet you've never met such a greedy girl before, have you? I bet it shocks you as to how much I eat every day, how quickly I've fattened up in such a short amount of time, how much more I still want - no, need. I'll forever need more, I'll always want to grow bigger, not just for you, but for my own fantasies living in my head.

Just imagine it! My arms the perfect jumbo pillows to rest your head, my tits propped on top of a heaving ball of lard I used to call a flat stomach, my thighs so fat-filled that I can't touch myself anymore and the cutest little face on top of it all, almost unrecognisable from how massive you've made me. My chubby little feet won't have touched the floor in months! I mean, you wouldn't expect me to waddle over to the fridge and get my own snacks, would you? You wouldn't be so cruel...right? I hope you'll be waiting on this giant blob girl hand and foot, massaging every single roll in sight and playing with my pussy every time I eat just to make stuffing my gut even more pleasureable.

Though, I suppose it could be fun, watching me heave myself off of the sofa. I can see it now, bright red in the face before I've stood up - I'll take the tiniest little steps, rolls upon rolls slapping against each other and jiggling with every breath, let alone movement. Look at me, such a helpless, brainwashed, wheezing pig that all I can mutter between breaths is one word.

More.

More.

More.

I'm begging you, please.