Shy Belly

Lessening independence, learning to rely on nurses/careworkers to help me live at my size. Can barely lift myself anymore so it’s easier to have help! This is real death feederism💖💕

I’ve been laying in bed for 3 months with a shoulder injury. I’ve done nothing but eat and watch documentaries, my lower belly is a thick slab of fat that audibly slaps my thigh meat. It’s embarrassing what I’ve done to my body. My double chin fat sack rests against my tits that are pushed up my my poor swollen bursting stomach mass. Some days I eat until it hurts, for hours on end one thing after the other until I can barely get up after roughly 12 hours of snacks and takeout. I walk out cradling my poor overfed stomach ball, resting it on the gate, I wait for the uber eats driver to drop off my 6th meal today. I can’t hide that I look 7 months pregnant, morbidly obese with a tubby swollen face to match. It’s pathetic how desperate I am for food regardless of having just eaten.

When I go to the drs, they weigh me, they measure my stomach and arms. They gently recommend diet plans, they ask me to consider my health and that the momentary satisfaction isn’t worth being unable to stand within the next 5 years at most. I’ve been recommended dietitians and therapists.

175 lbs -> 195 lbs -> 220 lbs

more belly from yesterday… i just love being his fat play pig ♥️ i can’t get enough of him jiggling my belly and playing with my lard

There’s nothing I love more than eating for him.

Growing for him.

Watching as I helplessly get heavier and heavier and heavier.

I just can’t stop myself from chugging as he pours milkshakes down my throat, making me so tight and big and bloated. I can’t help but eat every bite he holds out in front of me, my pussy soaked with pleasure. I’m addicted to growing for him.

I just want to be his big, fat, overfed pig.