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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 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Another old one that i'm recycling here. I had a story idea years ago, very likely insired by an early post by @thegreedyofficefatty, about a boss getting off on fattening his tubby secretary. Yes I know, never been done before. It's a cliché because it works, right? (also I was young and not very subtle lol) Anyway, never got round to making it a proper story. So here’s what I have:

The young girl pauses at the top of the stairs, flushed and breathless, clutching her bag against her heaving tummy. A tummy that is a bit too large for a girl her age. And a bit too full for this time of day. A box of cake had greeted her at her desk this morning. A token of appreciation from the boss. He’s generous that way. Despite his disparaging remarks about fat girls in general and her own round tummy in particular, she suspects he likes to see her eat well. The way he eyes her swelling tummy during lunch, or the amount of treats he rewards her with for her hard work. Unfortunately she makes it way too easy for him…

She can feel the cake, the entire thing, sitting heavy in her distended stomach. She hadn’t been able to stop before devouring the whole thing, despite a copious breakfast. She can’t help herself. And he notices. “Ease up on the chockies there girl, that skirt is working overtime” he’ll say, or “Been treating ourselves, have we?” while giving her sides a little pat. He’ll hand her a box of donuts: “Now don’t eat them all at once, you’ve got quite enough insulation as it is.” ... To her colleagues, pointing out how she never buttons her suit jacket anymore: "Better watch what you eat girls, you think missy here always carried this little drum in front of her?" ... Or to the union rep: “Do my girls look like they need a pay raise? Look at this one, any more pampering and you’d think she’s expecting.” She hates it but she can’t seem to lose weight. And she wants to keep her job.

She smooths out her skirt and attempts to suck in her belly. No chance. The skirt has a tendency to ride up and it certainly doesn’t help that it sits tighter than it used to. Oh well. She mentally prepares for a cruel remark or two. One more deep breath and she knocks on the boss’ door. He’s in a crunch and needs her to work through lunch. It’ll do her good, avoid the temptation, she thinks. Then her eyes fall on the feast laid out on the side table. He’s watching. “If I’m ruining your lunch break I might as well make it worth your while… you’re not one to turn down a good feed are you dear? Any room left in that tummy of yours?”

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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.