I’m a simple girl….I’m tired, lazy, and morbidly obese. I always crave fast food; it’s quick, filled with empty calories, and leaves me eating until I can’t move. I chose pizza *this* time. I ordered a white pizza that’s nothing but cheese. The “sauce” is literally ricotta and it’s topped with mozzarella. We all know cheese is thick and loaded with calories, the bread just adds to the appeal. I got a classic pepperoni too, extra greasy and salty. I can’t get enough of stuffing myself with all this unhealthy food in my most comfortable place, wearing my most comfy clothes. My nightgown is a 4X that gets a little tighter each time I put it on but it’s still loose enough that I can overstuff myself until it hurts. Its easy to lift up so I can grab and jiggly my belly, easy to take on and off, it’s perfect for a growing girl. I can also see my huge, sagging thighs while I gorge myself. I look like my mobility is declining in this gown and it makes me horny af. My goal is to fill it out until it’s too tight to put on my flabby arms. This routine has become almost nightly, my growing ass plopping on my bed, my chubby hands and wrists shoveling food down my throat, grease dripping down my double chin. Nothing is hotter than watching me grow while I succumb to obesity and the lifestyle that comes with it. Everything is harder but I just get hungrier. It takes more and more food to fill up my double belly. I really need a feeder to take me to the next level….make me an unrecognizable, unhealthy pig of a girl. Heavy, out of breath, needy, everything a pig should be. 🐽🐽
Y’all know I just moved and I told y’all my shower is tiny but look at how fucking big I look in it 🥵🐽 Its insane and hot af that a normal person would have no issues with it but my huge ass feels claustrophobic. Every time I step into the shower, my hips almost touch the sides. It’s a gentle reminder that my body has gotten too fat for society, too fat for the world I live in. I am mesmerized by how much I fill it up. I can’t stop staring at my massive, wobbly body. I hope you can’t either 🥵🐽
You’re my feeder and we have had the best time fattening me up. You jump at the opportunity to enable me whenever you can, even the most simple things, tbh it’s routine now. When I get in and out of vehicles, you’re there holding my pudgy hand and helping me out. I burn less calories and honestly I need the help nowadays. Things have gotten harder for me but it’s worth it. Tonight we went to a Chinese buffet. I got my own plate the first three times but I didn’t wanna move after downing them so fast. You kept getting me plate after plate. I’m full and you grab my belly and shake it under the table. You whisper in my ear about what a fattened girl I’ve become. I was so thin once, 150 pounds. I almost had a healthy BMI. Now look at me…it looks like I ate the girl I used to be. My thighs are covered in cellulite, my body adorned with stretch marks. I’ve upped my wardrobe many times, I’ve doubled my weight and we can’t get enough. You help me out of the booth, you even have to press my belly a little to get me out. You keep a hold of my hand while we walk to the car. I plop down, you close the door, and begin to think of what else you can shove down my throat. You decide you’d love to see my fat ass eat a chocolate cake. Of course I’m delighted and agree. I’m soaking wet, full, and ready to fuck. I pull my belly out during the ride to the store. You’re so horny and in a hurry, your hand caressing and squeezing my fatty body. You run in and run out and we make it home quickly. You help me out of the car and hold my hand while I waddle, out of breath, into the house. You place the cake on the counter and we make out as soon as we enter the living room. Your hands are all over my ballooning body. You can’t get enough of all the lard I’ve packed on. You need me right now. We go to the bedroom and you watch me eat this entire cake. I’m bloated and wet af. We fuck and fuck and fuck and you eat me out and I sit on your face, plopping my fat belly on your forehead. You eat my chubby pussy from behind, my wobbling fat covering your face. You can’t even breath from all the lard in the way. You fuck my belly button, you get on top of me while I shake and jiggle my huge belly. It’s so hot how big you’re making me. And I’m only going to get bigger. Let’s make everyone worry about me, while we just play it off like it’s no *big* deal. Never stop forcing food down my throat 🐽🐽🐽🐽🐽
I love how absolutely massive I’ve become. I always get wet when I make these but this set….i look like I’ve really packed on the pounds lately. I’m getting bigger and bigger and nothing can stop it. I’m not even trying. I’m addicted to sugar, fast food, and being lazy. My hedonistic lifestyle is paying off. I’m really getting FAT as fuck.
It’s been 3 weeks since moving back to a smaller town and I’ve already got fat stories (of course). I know I’m fatter than ever but being UNrecognized TWICE in 3 WEEKS…I’ve definitely become quite the lard ass. I wonder what made them not see who I was…do you think it’s the double chin and puffy cheeks? Maybe it’s the fact that my arms are huge and wobbly, much like my oversized double belly. Did the dimples in my thighs throw them off? It’s probably all of the above. Nothing makes me more wet than becoming so absurdly obese that no one can see who I am…I have been so horny since these run ins. It has me imagining growing beyond my wildest fantasies and wanting to go even further than I have before. I’m basically desperate to find a feeder to tie my chubby wrists and ankles down and funnel feed me daily. Let’s *really* shock everyone with my heft, make my closest family members worried about my expanding body. 🥵🥵🥵
*Please excuse my background, I’m still settling in and moving, this was filmed in my sunroom (spare room).*
I’m so proud of myself for absolutely giving into my fetish and gluttony. There’s no hiding the fact that I love to eat like a pig. I love showing off my fattened figure. My arms have become so flabby and soft. They’re BIG, my wrists have even plumped up. I’m always wearing short sleeve crop tops to show them off. I wear skirts and shorts to show off how wobbly and cellulite filled my thighs have gotten (they’re my favorite). There’s absolutely no denying how much I love being fat, I just keep getting more confident with added weight. I get baked every night and eat to my hearts content. I love having a lazy, piggish lifestyle. I’m even stoned af rn, thinking about what to order off of doordash. All I need is someone here to cup my double chin and rub my belly while they feed me all day long 🥵🥵🥵
My friends and family have watched me balloon over the last few years. I wonder what my parents think of their morbidly obese daughter. I wonder what my friends think of how limited things have gotten for me. I used to be able to sit in movie theater seats with ease and now I have to put the arm rests up.
I’ve gotten so fat that I can feel my calves quiver with each heavy step. My sagging double belly almost covers my chubby pussy. My double chin and chubby cheeks have gotten so noticeable.
I wonder if they think I’ll stop. I’m such a pretty girl, I have so much potential. But I wont. I think I look better with each pound piled on top of my little frame. I love shoveling useless, empty calories into my stretch mark laden double belly. There’s something so sexy about becoming a lazy, pretty blob.
Imagine if I had a controlling feeder to really put my gain into overdrive. My dependency on weed would skyrocket. I’d be kept stoned and stuffed every single day. I want stretch marks where people can see, maybe even on my forearms. I’d be unrecognizable except for my face. My addiction to fast food and sugar would get out of control too. I want to get fast food before and after dinner with my family. We could make it fun too, tell them I’m dieting and being good, yet I just keep getting bigger. Eventually my ass will take up two seats at the dinner table. Everyone staring at how massive I’ve gotten, an out of breath glutton. Belly hanging over the table, food crumbs on my heavy chest, my feeder right beside me waiting on me hand and foot.
If only……
*I hope this makes sense, I’m actually very baked*
POV:
You’re my feeder, you’ve fattened and spoiled me for a couple of years now. I’ve grown a lot, I’ve practically doubled my weight. I was 150 when we met, now the scale is creeping dangerously close to the big 3-0-0. We love it. You make sure to kiss and caress my double chin, ensuring me how my face is just so pretty with the excess weight. You can’t keep your hands off of my hanging tits and huge double belly….and my love handles. You can barely go 5 minutes without feeling up my bloated body.
Unfortunately we just had to move and disrupt our comfortable and hedonistic lifestyle. You’ve been extra good to me during this time. I haven’t lifted a finger, my food intake has turned into nothing but greasy, calorie dense fast food. This has increased my appetite…
We’ve settled in a bit and my back rolls are already feeling bigger and softer. All I do is lay in this huge bed and gorge myself while you work so hard to take care of me. It’s so cute how helpful you are. You’re perfect at enabling my increasingly bad habits. Even when you’re at your busiest, you still dedicate time to feed and fatten your piggy. You have even taken this time as a positive moment to increase my need for junk. I outgrowing everything I own, everything I wear is so tight. I can’t wait to really get back to normal…and grow more comfortable in our new home. I know my gains will accelerate even further when things calm down…we’ll be back to funnel feedings in no time 🐽💋
My family is making a bday dinner for me tonight so I won’t be able to go live :( BUT if you tip on this post, you’ll get a mini clip in your inbox ❤️
I’m moving in FIVE days so anything helps ❤️
I’ve been so lazy and gluttonous lately…and nothing changed for my birthday. I used to go out and go walk around botanical gardens, shop, and even go out to eat. I got a massage, manicure and pedicure, and doordashed sushi and donuts this year. I’m fatter than ever….its like the older I get, the fatter and hotter I become 🥵
This dress used to be loose on me and now it’s skin tight, showing off my belly button and double belly. I can’t wait to see where I’ll be by my next birthday, maybe 350? 🥵
My mobility is getting more limited with each passing day, I just know my waddle at that size would be so fucking hot. I need a feeder to come enable tf out of me 🥺🐽🐮
Tell me how hot and fucking huge I look while I struggle to exercise on this bike. This was eight minutes of doing the bare minimum and I had to give up 🐽🥵
I love how fucking out of shape and huge I’m looking. I’ve blimped up all over. My cellulite is coming in so nicely 🐽🐽🐽
My house is damaged and I’m having to move in the next two weeks without any notice. In order to be able to pay for moving costs, I’m going to be taking custom requests but they will have to be more simple since I’m moving. Please message me and we will discuss pricing and details ❤️ AND my bday is the 24th hehe
My life is stressful at the moment but I felt so cute and fat today that I had to post a lil somethin 🐽
I tried to talk in this but I get so mesmerized when I see how fucking huge I’ve become…I can’t believe my lil body is covered in so much lard 🥵🐽
The commotion for this dress in the try on video was so loud that I decided to make a whole video with it on 🐽
I love how tight this dress hugs my morbidly obese body. I look so heavy 🥵🐽
