big ass, bigger dreams

i want to gain enough weight that no matter what i’m wearing my curves look obscene. i want it to be impossible to look at me without thinking about my body. how it’s causing every seam to strain and ripple, how it’s making dips and folds in any fabric i try to cover myself with. tits and hips and thighs and belly so distracting they dominate your thoughts when you’re trying to have a normal conversation with me. basically i want to be fully clothed in everyday situations and yet you can’t help picturing me naked on all fours, jiggling while i get pounded from behind

When I got diagnosed with my diabetes, I talked to this man on Grommr (back when I used to be a regular) and he gave me this advice. It was what ultimately got me the confidence to go back into gaining and it helped me go from 270 (at the time) and now im 520! He’s done a mountain of work for gainers and he deserves a lot of respect.

Reblogging this every time i see it cause this shit is important gainer knowledge

let me take care of you. Let me dote on you. Let me cook your favorite meals and make sure you’re well fed. Let me take care of all the clean up as you sit and eat more and more. Let me feed you dessert and give you seconds. Let me watch as you indulge on all your favorite things, and watch as your belly swells up from all that you’ve consumed. Let me rub your stuffed stomach as you continue to cram more food inside your belly. Let me rub you stomach as you moan from how full you are. Let me take care of you, and treat you like the perfect fatty you are.

Domestic living situation where I've smothered you with so much love and doting that you're obese and need help with daily tasks. I help you tie your shoes because you're too fat to reach down, your belly in the way. I help you wash up, because you can't reach that large butt of yours, or the areas in between your many folds/rolls. I could stop feeding you so much... but I love how happy and comfortable you look engaging in your gluttonous habits, downing so much you can barely move. You just want to have a full belly and someone to rub your stuffed gut, to squish your cherubic cheeks and to pamper you like an overweight housepet.

actually insane to me that tumblr is a place where you can be so good at being horny you make friends about it

nothing profound to say today. i just love the way fat feels. like curving into your hand like it's meant to be there. hanging and drooping and sagging. velvety soft skin and stretchmarks. the terrain it makes. the different textures you can find while running your hand over the swell of a stuffed gut, then reaching the heavy underside where it's still pliant and soft. feeling it when it's at a cool temperature and getting the sensation of pressing your face into the cold side of a pillow. or when it's hot out and they're radiating heat, sweat smoothing out the way your palms run along sides composed of rolls stacked upon rolls. it's just really nice.

I love being enabled to be super gluttonous & lazy. Like oh, you made the couch super comfy for me, fluffed the pillows, got my favorite blanket, charged all the gaming controllers, filled my water bottle, bought me all my favorite gummies & chocolates, made my favorite cheese dip with the chips I love, AND lunch delivery is on the way AND you already planned dinner, just so I don’t have to move an inch because you want me to be lazy & get fatter??? Has to be the hottest thing another human could ever do for you.

I would go to the club if everyone was fat and there were lots of areas to sit and there was food and the music was a little quieter