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I feel like not enough attention was paid to the fact that I mounted a funnel on my wall 🫠

Like this is so kinky y’all… there’s literally a mount (okay, yes it’s removable) for holding a beer bong over my bed so that I can funnel calories into myself hands free 🫠

I yearn to submit to a beautiful woman.

At first, I’d do more chores for her, cook for her, dote on her whenever I can. She’d push treats in my mouth whenever she wanted, demand sex whenever she wanted. I’d start to get plump.

She’d have me do the chores shirtless, have me drink a gainer shake before sex, start really conditioning me to enjoy being treated like a fat toy. Soon I’d start getting fat enough to begin to struggle a litttttle bit with the chores to her great enjoyment.

Soon enough, I’d be approaching morbid obesity. I’d start to struggle enough with the chores that she’d start to take them from me. She’d see me huffing and puffing while sweeping and gently take the broom from my hands, replace it with a bag of Cheetos and point me to my gaming chair or bed. She’d make me eat the whole bag for doing my sweeping chore for me.

As I get bigger, the teasing becomes meaner and more condescending. Sometimes combined with edging after a stuffing, she’d tease me until I’d get frustrated enough to struggle onto all fours and crawl on top of her with my blubbery body “taking” what I want. Nothing that has happened wasn’t of her doing though. She’d lay under my out of breath, soft, needy body in ecstasy as my belly pushed the air of her lungs.

For a while, she lets me think that I’m taking charge when I do this. She lets me apologize profusely every time- as if the goal wasn’t to get frustrated enough to throw my weight at her desperately.

As I swell past morbid obesity, the teasing and stuffing escalate. She’s comparing our tits now as mine starts to rival hers in size. I don’t realize it, but she’s replaced most of my chores with eating- occasionally she’ll still let me try and sweep or something so she can see how much more I’m struggling than I was 5, 10, 15 pounds ago. She loves watching me notice new difficulties from my weight gain. Things like washing the bathtub becoming nearly impossible as my growing belly puts more distance between me and the object objects in front of me.

As I near 300 something pounds, she decides to clear up our ambiguous power dynamic.

One evening, after she’s finished masturbating while watching me eat a cake that says “300lbs piggy” on it, she begins our usual teasing game. I lay their stuffed, whimpering, and moaning as she hurls teasing insults at me “come on fatty, don’t you wanna fuck? You just ate all that cake so you could fuck me, right? Or have you gotten too fat? So patheticccc.”

My face turns red as I struggle to roll myself over onto my knees, my belly, swollen and throbbing. Finally, I get up on 2 feet and waddle towards her, determined and out of breath. She claps condescendingly. “ well well fatty look who is able to get up this time.” Just as I get with a few inches of her, and reach out with my chubby hands to grab her- she puts out a finger and wags it side to side front of me.

“Not this time fatty.” she pushes me back very gently and I stumble, my body jiggling as I try and catch myself. Become more frustrated and waddle towards her again. She laughs and bites her lip and she watches me approach, my huge belly, bouncing with each step. As I get close enough to her to reach, she pushes me again, but harder this time. I stumble, struggling to retain balance with all of the weight I’ve gained and then I fall back on the bed.

She looks down on me with a grin as I realize that she’s been able to overpower me for a while now. I try and get up one last time and she pushes me back down before straddling my belly and opening a box of treats that I hadn’t noticed she had grabbed. “ did you think that you were in charge all of those times?” I nod my head slowly as she opens up one of the treats and pushes it into my mouth. Her grinding on my belly intensifies. “Nope. You’re my fat fuck doll.” I nod again and she pushes another treat in my mouth.

6 months into the year… normally by this time of year I’m running regularly, back down to a 30-32” pant, around 176lbs and doing long bike rides and not stuffing myself for the most part.

6 months into the year…

- I haven’t run at all.

- I haven’t been to the gym to lift more than 5 times I think.

- I’m still 185lbs and a 34” waist.

- I haven’t been climbing even in weeks because of my finger injury and won’t be able to climb for another month probably.

- I am still stuffing myself multiple times a week sometimes.

- I haven’t ridden more than 10-20 miles in a day all year (vs. I was doing 30-60 on some days last year).

- I’m still listening to weight gain/eating encouragement hypnosis occasionally.

- I still wake up every morning thinking about getting to 200lbs.. 220lbs… 250- 280lbs…

- I still can’t stop thinking about becoming your favorite pillow, bean bag chair, throne of fat.

I’m still talking about all my bike packing trips though… about how I’m going to get back in the gym this week…

I’ve got my running shoes by the door ready to go. I carbo loaded last night to run today. I had two double cheeseburgers with fries each, a chocolate milkshake and three cans of Coke. I haven’t run yet, but it’s only 2:30 in the afternoon, there’s still time today.

I told myself I’d stop gaining around February or March and drop the weight to keep myself in check…

That was before I mounted the funnel on my wall… and started listening to weight gain hypnosis clips…

Do I wake up thinking about getting fatter now? Sure. Do I stop for a quick double cheeseburger every time I pass and McDonald’s? Maybe. I have been trying to make myself into a consistent habitual snacker? I guess.