#fat fantasy

Tumblr is already desensitizing me to this lifestyle. Imagine if I had no outside influences to balance it out. I’d probably end up forgetting that other people do laundry and change their sheets sometimes.

"Hey, that's a lot of food you brought. I'm not sure if I can eat all that"

You tell me that this should be enough to fill me up. If I was a good boy I would make sure to eat everything.

"Well uhh, I don't want to disappoint."

*2 baconators and 2 large fries later*

"Wow that really hit the spot. I'm feeling huge after that already."

Well that's just the start big boy. I have a lot more planed for you.

*One bucket of 8 piece chicken later*

"Now I'm stuffed, we have to be done. I don't think I can eat any more."

That's ok because now its time to finish your soda.

*One liter of soda later*

"*Urrrp* I'm *huff* way to fu*uurrrpppp*ll now please tell me *braap* I'm done."

Almost sweetie. Time for your gainer shake desert to finish off your meal

*One tall glass of gainer shake later*

I'm stuck sitting there breathing heavily

You were a very good boy for me tonight. You ate everything I wanted you to. Now you can rest.

*BBWAAAARRRRPP*

The next morning you wake up and you look like a model, you go into work and no one knows how much of a fat fuck you are at home. No one would ever suspect that someone as skinny as you eats enough to feed a family every night.

One day your partner slips one of your pills into your lunch that you take to work. you bite into your sandwich and a few seconds later your body completely covers the lunch room, your fat ass blocking the door so no one can get in or out, you can feel your coworkers that were in the room with you struggling to get out from around your fat, slapping, pushing and grabbing at your belly. You’ve never been more embarrassed in your life but you’ve never been so horny either.

When i joined the army, i was a little scrawny. The Sarge took me under his wing to help me bulk a bit. Little did i know what his actual intentions were. He would have me come to his office after meal where he would stuff me with leftover food from the mess hall. I would be very stuffed after these meetings.

the months pass by, as the sarge find excuses to have me around him. He made sure to convince the doctors to pass me with a clean bill of health when my bmi got into the overweight range. He even offer to let me sleep in their room most nights just so he can measure my weight gain. I started to fill my uniform after a week or 2 of this routine.

The way I yearn to be a fat gamer blob. Specifically playing cozy games and just eating huge meals as my snacks. Who wouldn't love to come home to a blob who's gut reaches the floor and the bariatric desk chair wanting to give up. It would be a cute sight to see when I struggle to shift or even lift a leg onto my bed being immobile.

I'd need someone to aid me on to my bed, possibly with a crane. So fat and helpless. I'd probably whine about not having enough food around me when I game.

People would see stretch marks reaching to my back fat, my rolls defined and billowing, my mass pinning me down, draping fatty arms that take effort to shift around when gaming, legs that have folds and too wide to even literally wiggle. That's the ideal body type. Too fat, completely helpless.