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Look at you, you fat pig! Stuffing your fat face with enough food to feed a family for a week! You've destroyed your body already, but you just cant stop can you pig? Always greedy for more, so full it hurts but you just keep finding ways to cram more into you. Look at those stretchmarks fatso, those are suppose to warn you that you're growing faster then your body can keep up with. And yet here we find you day after day after day sitting on your grossly expanded ass with your gut hanging out and down, looking more and more like a bean bag then a belly. You're far to gone to stop now aren't you?
Well, maybe we should help you along then, how does that sound fat ass? You want help blowing yourself up like a fat filled balloon? Does that turn you on tubby? The idea of losing all control and eating until you're just a sack of lard? Good, then open up.
Hi friends! I didn’t realise how long it had been since I made a proper post. Sometimes it feels like I’m not getting fat quick enough, but when I look back at where I started, I realise how much I’ve put on. It was gradual, rather than rapid but the extra 100lbs looks damn sexy on me, don’tcha think? Here’s to 100 more 😈🥰
how many of y'all here are autistic bc i sure as hell am. bonus points if you're trans. makes feedism hard when there are no safe foods 😭 but i can eat endless quantites of safe foods 😈 i am a fat autistic menace to local buffets
You didn't believe me when I said I would fatten you and leave you breathless.
You thought it would only be a few pounds, enough for your kinky little brain to feel and get off too.
How naive you were.
5 pounds became 15, then 30. You started to try and refuse the binges, 30 became 50 and you tried to hit the gym, 50 became 100 and you said that you'd had enough.
I would catch you in the fridge at the early hours of the morning, devouring anything you could.
That extra 100 soon became 200, then 250.
Your stomach started to sag, the stretchmarks where always red, you got out of breath just going to your room upstairs. So I moved you into the living room, closer to the kitchen.
I always enabled you and still do, you're my little lovable lard ball.
250 quickly became 350 and you cried.
520 pounds of quivering blubber wailing about how fat you had gotten. I brought you some icecream to calm you down.
Over the next three years I helped you climb up to 695 pounds. You could still walk but just barely.
At 700 you had me help you to bed, your new home.
725 was the day we hooked up your Oxygen machine. I remember it vividly because I took the hose from your face and kissed you, then said "I know, that kiss took my breath away too"
Today you're enormous at 877 pounds, you are never full, but thats the way I like my hogs.
Best part of birthdays is having an excuse to cram exorbitant amounts of food into your gut for 3 days straight 🤤 (Not that I need an excuse when food's involved 😜)