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I’m so proud of myself for absolutely giving into my fetish ..
🕑 Added 2024-05-19 02:02:49 +0000 UTC 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*
