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tying shoes, picking stuff up off of the ground, buttoning pants, shirts, closing jackets

you scoot up in your chair to your desk and notice your chair pokes out further back because your belly prevents you from going further forward

Keep eating and enjoy your tacos big boy 😘

Ughhh I kept eating alright, they weirdly asked me to close my ticket but were apologetic about it so I hope they’re not trying to cut me off 😬

They asked if I wanted anything else beforehand I asked for 2 more and horked them all down too. I was so fucking full and bloated, I felt kinda sick too until I got back to my car and could groan over it, weirdly it does help me feel better when I’m too full

Fuck I always walk in looking somewhat normal, and then always end up stumbling out like a overfed blimp about to fucking burst 😩

Like can you tell there’s 26 fucking tacos in the after pic below? How can anyone think anything other than I’m a fat hog after that much and looking this fucking big. I show up and literally eat until night time and have to quickly button up pants before I leave 😩

It’s just making my gut so fucking BIG now, I really can’t be hitting 30 tacos one day cause I don’t think this shirt will pull down over the girth of my own gut being stuffed that fucking big and round.

But fuck I know I won’t stop eating until I can’t get up anymore if I’m allowed to 😮‍💨

My sweet, fat boy who looks me in the eyes while he moans and sucks every morsel of dessert off of my fingers. He protests that he’s about to burst but I know he’ll push through the pain because I want every inch of him softer and thicker.

My big, heavy boy who groans and drags my hand from his chest to his warm, firm belly before sucking down the remaining heavy cream from the carton at his lips. He makes a pig of himself every night at dinner to show off, knowing I’ll keep stuffing him afterwards while he’s weighed down in bed. He’s so desperate to show me just how fat he’s willing to grow for me.

Are you really whining and moaning like you’re getting fucked just because you bloated yourself too full to move?

This isn’t controllable anymore.

It’s what it was intended to be.

Hedonistic.

Pleasure for pleasures sake.

Constantly eating, always more than I need, more than any one person needs…. I eat not for nutrients, or to be full, no…. I eat for pleasure.

I eat to feel the weight in my stomach. I eat to feel how my skin gets tight, and it’s hard to get up, stand or even move…

I eat I feel my belly jiggle when I walk

I eat to feel my thighs rub and my ass bounce when I walk

I eat because each new pound just makes every thing feel a little bit… better

I eat for your entertainment.. both yours and mine.

I eat knowing many of you want to see me eat even more.. grow even bigger… checking in to see how far my belly spills over my lap, and please know I love it

Burps chained so tightly together it’s hard to tell when one stops and the next begins. In fact, they might never fully stop burping. Each time their mouth opens a little more air seems to desperately jostle out of them. Their stomach quite literally feels like it’s in their throat. Crowding up into their chest so that when a pocket of air manages to escape it’s practically already out of their mouth.

Somehow managed to cram all of this into me yesterday and now here I am about to stuff myself for the second day in a row all for you

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