A romantic relationship that combines the soft tenderness and cozy affection with the hedonistic passion of feeding a man a few hundred pounds fatter is something I think about a lot.
I’m begging you to just give in
Why are you holding back?
Is it going to make a difference in the long run?
You’re gonna ruin your clothes, health, and life with obesity someday
What are you putting it off for?
I need a fat gamer to feed.
Everytime you'd win something, I feed you more calorie dense foods.
You can keep going until they beat the game or are filled to the brim~
Turning you into my prized blobby trophy after every session~
Even if you can't make it, I'll fill you up~🤭💝
I need a fat gamer who eats all day.
But let's me hand feed them.
Brings them meals and a funnel for chugging~
Letting me handle all the food and drinks while they game 💕
I'm making them into my prized fat ass~
You just want a belly right?
You’re gonna stop at 300, yeah?
You’re not going to let it take over yeah I get it.
It’s not worth the consequences I feel you…
You’re a liar.
You’re lying to me and yourself
You won’t want or be able to stop yourself
I want to feed you until you’re the level of stuffed where all you can do is lean back and let your greedy overstuffed cauldron of a belly bulge out, shamelessly belching and rubbing your poor gut as your shirt rides up clear past your navel, hard as a rock, begging for rubs,,
450 lb fat boy that whines and complains about how fat he’s getting as he tears into his 10th burger, his bloated, sagging gut about to snap his belt as his chair creaks and gets closer to collapsing, mortified at his own greed but addicted to being full, addicted to being huge~
ZERO METABOLISM.
Don’t those words sound so nice?
Every. Single. Ounce you eat.
Collects into that beautiful, soft, fat body of yours.
One quarter-pound patty?
[+0.25 LBS!!]
One slice of cake?
[+0.7 LBS!!]
Isn’t it beautiful?
Everything makes you fatter now~
All for me~
But you surely can't even comprehend that thought anymore, isn't that right dummy? Too numbed, fattened, and degraded into pure, lazy puppy brained bliss to do anything but shovel more unwanted calories past your lips~
"Come and see the mirror of your future! Only 2 tokens!"
Ozzy steps up and the mirror shifts. Soon he is staring into his own eyes. A bedbound blob with food smears on his fat face gazes back. "What the hell? That's repulsive! Fix your shit!" He huffs and leaves, slightly hungry
I have come to the realization that, the sizes we portray in art are NOT realistic and as an artist we MUST represent the world as WE SEE it.
We must respect ANATOMY and ALL THAT boring NONSENSE.
need to get fatter,, need to be a waddling out of breath blob, gut entering the room before the rest of me does. wide ass getting wedged in chairs and love handles comfortably resting and spilling over armrests,, always packed full of food that ive forgotten the feeling of hunger
gotta get some protein shakes and get back in the habit of nightly maltodextrin.. 😥i NEED to fuckinggg EXPLODEEE in weight i need to be so much bigger plsplspls i am such a greedy piggg bwuhh