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- needing two chairs ( or more ) just to fit your fat ass at the buffet as you've barely fitted through the door

- getting banned from said buffet as you get fed to the point of having your belly in front of everyone, getting gropped and kissed by your feeder as they tell you how much fatter they're going to make you while everyone looks at you in shock, wondering how someone can let themselves go this far into obesity for their own pleasure with no regrets

- having your feeder nurse look after you and take care of your every needs, stuffing you beyond your limits each day as you struggle to breath under your gut pinning you in place, begging to be pleasured as your piggy mind gets hornier and hornier with each bite and slap on your jiggling gut

- needing mobility aids just to move your lard ridden body around ( bariatric cane, wheelchair, mobility scooter, etc. ) for the time being, just waiting for the inevitable moment you won't be able to move an inch from your bed, now having two purpose, getting stuffed and fucked like the perfect immobile piggy you are while growing even fatter for you and your feeders pleasure

people see you and naturally take pity on you.

you're so big, everything must be such hard work.

everyone knows you'll be panting and out of breath if you have to do things for yourself.

Document my gains, my habits, my diet, my personality. A journal to each category, photo collages and scrap books of every little milestone we find important. Measure me and take note of my stretch marks.

Draw on me and outline where you think the next few pounds of fat are going to end up at. Pinch and prod my body at your expense and even mention how it feels, the texture of it. Talk my ears off while you make me stand there on full display for your discerning eye. Not once caring how tired I get or how out of breath I am from having to stand on my own for so long

Make notes of when I manage to eat a bite or two more. How over the course of months and years that instead of bites, it’s evolved into plates and full dishes extra just to feed me. Explain my diet to me while you keep me down on all fours with my face in my dog bowl, sitting on my back and forcing me to hold you up. Patting my side when I’ve done good.

Keeping track of what foods turn me on more and coming up with meal courses serving to show my arousal rise with each bite, climaxing to me panting and grinding into my chair at the end of the dinner. Force desserts into me for the sake of consistent experiments, each meal has to end the same way no matter how full I am.

Ooh, I like this question. This might necessitate a bullet point list:

Underwear beginning to dig into thickening thighs

That one specific little spot right on the underbelly that becomes more and more sensitive as it threatens to become a proper overhang

Bellies sitting into laps just a touch further by the day, warm and heavy and rather stimulating 😮‍💨

Straining buttons and seams, obviously. Denial at how poorly once-perfect outfits are beginning to fit

Gradual appetite increases. Growing fast food orders. Starts small at first but then snowballs…a burger and medium fries with a medium drink becomes a burger and large fries with a large drink when you realize you’re still hungry after your usual order. Then a 6 piece nugget gets tacked on. Then that becomes a 10 piece. Then a 20…

Getting lazier. Staying mobile is incredibly important, but good god it’s so enticing when exercise routines become less frequent in favor of movie marathons or gaming.

- That means you have absolutely no limits

- You will grow as fat as possible for your feeder

- let them feed you into a food coma at all times

- let them be your personal nurse / caretaker so they can take care of your every needs

One that simps for me. Worships me. Does whatever I tell them to do, when I tell them to.

One that eats whatever is put in front of them. Eats on all fours. Oinks like the PIG they are.

Covers their body in lard just because I find it hot. Wears too tight clothes to show it off until I allow them to buy more.

One that’s lazy. Only wants to watch tv. That never gets off the couch. Stuffs themselves in bed like a PIG.

One that worships me. Treats me like the queen I am. The only thing on their mind being more food or mommy.