SoftJigglyPrince

It's all my fault, right?

I've been overfeeding you.

That's why nothing really fits.

Your belly spills out of all your shirts. You're getting a little too wide for the dining room chairs. The seat in the car is already set back as far as it can go.

It just feels like you keep getting bigger and bigger, doesn't it?

It's really on me for leaving all that food at home for you gobble up during your work day. For cooking every meal and making sure there's plenty of leftovers for you to enjoy later.

Even if I wasn't literally feeding you, I should've known you can't help yourself around fattening stuff, right?

I guess I should've hesitated when you asked for thirds at dinner every night. Maybe I shouldn't have made a habit of giving you extra dessert after every meal. Maybe doubling recipes when you told me you couldn't stop eating my cooking wasn't what you really needed.

I suppose I could have enabled you a little bit less, maybe that would've helped?

When it started taking you a couple tries to get up off the couch, I could've told you that you needed to get your own afternoon ice cream instead of bringing you the container and a spoon. When you started waking up in the night because you'd gotten so hungry after not eating for a few hours, I could've told you that regularly eating five or six full meals was too much instead of microwaving leftovers and letting you suck down a creamy milkshake.

But… I mean, if we're being fair… you did eat it all, didn't you? Like, every time?

You always eat everything. You really haven't even tried to stop yourself, have you?

Maybe you can't… I mean you never fail to empty your plate, no matter how much I give you.

I guess you have gotten a little heavy at this point, haven't you? Huh.

But let me guess.

You're hungry now, aren't you?

I can tell by that look on your face. The way your belly seems soft, when it longs to be strained with way, way too much food.

It's okay, let's get you something heavy and filling to eat.

It's not like you're gonna get that much bigger, right?

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Over a pound of fat in this. Drink at your own risk 😜

You can substitute some of these things out for your own local brands and if it's too thick just add more milk.

But nothing can compare to being fattened up, to have an audience that desires to see you blow up as much as you desire it, or better yet, to have a sweet feeder that dotes on you and your growing body.

Someone to grab at your extra softness and admire the amazing work you've done at fattening yourself up, only to tell you how much they want to fatten you up some more, to leave new stretchmarks on you and make you carry new pounds on your already plush frame.

The sweetest of pleasures, having a feeder to push you and having a feedee that desires the exact same and even more. Wouldn't you like to have that? For me to mark you with my desire, to see you fatten up by my own hand, for you to grow plumper under my gentle care and loving praise, to shape you as my feeder heart desires, shower you in affection every time you get to milestone and celebrate it with a massive feast.

2020 vs 2026

and exactly how many calories I’m gently pushing on you so you’re gaining at a rate that’s exactly to my liking🖤

you’ve gotten so fat thus far. Finally getting a bit meaty, finally getting a bit bulky. But it’s not enough for me. I can’t handle how small you still are. I can’t bear the waiting. I’m so frustrated now I can hardly think.

I need to fatten you up. Blow your poor body out into something much, much bigger. I can’t deal with how thin you still are. It’s so hard to not want to just tie you up and pour as many calories as I can into that fat gut whenever I see you. Really force as much as you can hold, day in and day out. Make you fatter by sheer intense calorie shock. Ruin your mobility and really your waking hours with as much fattening mixture as I can possibly make poured right down your throat. I’m sorry…I’m so frustrated with how badly I need you to be a few 100lbs heavier…just a few. I need to get you fat enough to be slowed down. Finally grow you a proper massive hanging gut and big blubbery moobs. A massive fatpad and big soft thighs. Thickened, saggy back rolls…I’m sorry I need you to be way fatter than you are.