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i just kept going and now i feel so fucking tight 😫 why do i do this to myself..? im pinned under this gigantic solid belly fuuuck 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

As you’ll see I’m a very belly heavy pig and my mobility isn’t good so my life is basically just me sat on my fat ass watching tv or gaming (yes I’m a gamer pig as well as a gainer 😁) my only exercise is waddling to the fridge or answering my door to the delivery guy who thinks he’s delivering food for a family not just one incredibly fat woman

If you want to fatten me or show your appreciation for my blog and content www.amazon.co.uk/hz/wishlist/ls/1FC79TSD1P9QX?ref_=wl_share it all goes to adding more and more pounds of fat to my struggling obese body.

I have no limits on how fat I become I just want to see how fat my body will take and what health issues I can eat myself into along the way. A few personal goals that I’d like to achieve are immobility, the need for a wheelchair and mobility scooter, and more than anything having to have a wall or doorway knocked down just to fit my fat blob body through

I’m always open to chat and you can ask me anything but I will include things I’m not into below 👇

Pregnancy/breeding

Slob

Vore

Being called disgusting

Other than that it’s all good so feel free to tease this fat pig for how morbidly obese I’ve eaten myself 🐷

Once again my wife overdid it and I’m left here in the bed, struggling to breathe and too full to even get sit. 🥵🐷♥️

It's hard to say! I imagine it's a conversation that is had early and often in such a relationship. It's her decision, so her approach and style of fascination with it will ultimately become my hopes.

What I would like? I want to see how certain moments play out. Those reactions.

Sitting her down and telling her that she is no longer permitted, by me, to leave the home without a mobility aid. I can't bear to see her struggle like that anymore.

Then when I decide she can no longer leave the home. It's too taxing on her, and no vehicle is easily accessible as it is.

Eventually this turns into destigmatizing her bathroom and hygiene needs. Getting up a few times a day for the bathroom is stressful. What if she fell and got hurt because I carelessly let her have the choice?

Once she's stuck in bed, I'm certain the accessories will start to come into play. CPAP. Oxygen. God willing, a bedside lift. (Bonus points for a breast pump and funnel fixed to the wall for consistent access and use). How does she handle these things? It's becoming real.

What does ~the end~ look like?? I think most serious feedees would agree that reaching 700lbs is incredible. Pushing someone to 800. .. .. that's where I am probably making pre-emptive measures? Scouting nearby hospitals for their bariatric capabilities. Checking for signs of unusual fatigue and breathlessness.

After the final guests leave, we're both exhausted and in need of some relaxation. You're overstimulated and wiped out even from just lying there, the babies' have been rowdy the whole time in response to the constant shower of hands feeling and rubbing your bump. Every guest wanted to feel them kicking, and they couldn't believe how tight and pressurized your boulder of a womb felt underneath the soft layer of fat enveloping it.