Quizzmaster

https://www.instagram.com/p/CmMBBxMqjC6/ She posted that she had gastric surgery today, unspecified what kind. Just weird behavior when posting about acceptance and body positivity all the time.

I'm not sure if any AI was involved but they do look like renders to me.

You're getting a great shape! What kind of foods do you overeat?

Dang. Mathematically round.

I like the braids.

Above was a rice pie, below is rhubarb and apple.

I bake traditional pies. Your decoration looks great but I'm more a fan of fruit and yeast, taste-wise.

Seriously how could you have let it get to this point. Your body is 2/3rds fat. The exhorbitant amount of calories you must scarf down on a daily basis let it get so out of hand. If gluttony were visualized it would look like you. Every part of your body is padded by excess fat, especially that massive spare tire around your midsection. You are way beyond having a muffin top, your gut spilling out is more like a marriage cake-sized piping bag of heavy cream. Which I'm sure you would down if given the chance. I can assure you that nobody looks at you waddle around and not think what a full-on pig you've become.

You look like you should have put down down the fork before you got too fat to even do anything about it. Might as well give in at this point, your skin is already stretched and your stomach size makes the hunger insatiable. Just gorge the rich foods until you're bloated and moaning. It's not as if you'd be able to resist even if you wanted. I hope you have someone to help you get out of that bathtub because at this rate that's going to be a problem.

Hauling food from the kitchen to the couch is not exercise...

Maybe at 288 pounds you should have stopped inhaling food for a family of four. You were a fat fuck then but you kept eating and now you're disgustingly obese. Waddling around with that fat hanging gut like that's normal. Can't even see your own feet, struggling to get dressed. An overfed unfit ball of lard is what you are.

It's from behind.

This short story is inspired by one of those documentaries where a super obese food-addicted woman lives with her dominant enabler. The woman is struggling with becoming physically and mentally dependent on him. It describes a day in their life where they become closer to each other. I could not decide on a name or perspective for the characters so they are just him and her. The beginning is a bit odd but it gets better. Enjoy. Growth in relationship She wakes up up and is getting out of bed. She's wide and short: when sitting on the edge of the bed, her feet don't touch the ground. Yesterday she's eaten throughout the day and she urgently needs to use the toilet. Luckely the bathroom is right adjacent to her side of the bed, and she's able to waddle there. She sits down on the toilet, puffing, she relaxes and while moaning a few times she relieves herself. She's almost filling the bowl. "I've really gone too far this time", she thinks. She feels relaxed and comfortable. She calls on her man to help her get up from the toilet. He suggests to wash her down in the shower. His caring touch makes her feel loved. He makes sure to wash between her rolls and flab in the sides of her waist. She spreads her legs and leans slightly forward so he can wash her private parts. He has to do it from behind, because her hanging belly makes it difficult to reach from the front. As he lovingly washes her pussy, this thought makes it extra exciting to her. He dries her body, observing the jiggle as he pulls the towel out of her creases. He helps her put on her sweat pants and departs. The pants are a custom size to fit the circumference of her massive, somewhat pear-shaped body. With her mind free of immediate concerns she thinks of food. She always thinks of food. "it's a basic need right", she thinks to herself. But for her, it's more like her only drive. She starts to waddle to the kitchen. Her muscles are weak for her size, so she keeps one hand against the wall for balance. She can feel the waves going through the thick layer of fat on her wide arse. Her stomach is swaying, the fat is especially located in a huge bulging roll below her navel, which is tucked into her pants. It completely covers her pussy and almost reaches her knees. As she reaches the fridge she puts two chairs in front of it, so she can sit down. Instead of picking some things to prepare, her desire for food is so strong that she starts shoving it directly from the fridge into her mouth. Mostly hearty things like leftover mac-n-cheese and sausages. Now that she has some food in her, it's time to transport the main morning course to the couch. She has to put some thought into this, because once she's parked on the couch it will be hard to get up. She decides to treat herself to a cream cake. It's probably intended for at least 6 people. "Well not today" she grins. She puts it on a colourful fancy platter and, armed with a fork, makes her way towards the couch. Once sat down her craving has returned and she takes a few large bites. The cream is unexpectedly thick, towards a buttercream. She moderates her intake. The cream fills her mouth and it goes down smoothly. Her mind goes empty, she thinks of nothing, she is in ecstasy, a feeling of pure bliss.... Startled she wakes up. "Hello?" he says, standing in front of her. The empty plate is next to her, still in her hand, the fork lies on her belly. She can't remember taking the last bite. "Oh hi" she says. He grins, she smiles. She starts licking down the plate. It makes him very happy to see his wifey so content. "I've bought a scale", he says. She panics. She hasn't stood on a scale in years. Even though she is content with the current state of things, this is confronting. He sees she's troubled, he sits next to her and soothes her with a hug, feeling the soft fat of her arms and upper chest. It is unspoken but there is no doubt she has to get on the scale. He takes such good care of her, it's the least she can do. During the years of seeing her grow his curiousity has grown wild. She is so short yet so extremely overweight, her entire body is covered in fat: fat in rolls, hanging flabs or just padded. He has nothing to compare her to. He helps her get up from the couch. The scale is off the carpet on the side of the room. Hearing her puff and seeing her waddle makes him hard. But now is not the time, not until she is comfortable. Shyly she steps on the scale. A quick unnerving wait: 275 kg, over 600 lbs. She's shocked, but not surprised. She feels disgusting, revolted by how she could have let this happen. She hurries back to the safety of the couch as fast as her limited mobility allows, which is not at all fast. Her man could not suppress a chuckle when he saw this. In his head he had done a quick calculation. Her BMI was over 100, far beyond any doctors chart that he had seen. He was prepared to deal with her being emotionally overwhelmed: homemade Italian pizza's were on the counter and the oven was pre-heated to bake them in a matter of minutes. He tries to comfort her as the first pizza's were in the oven, but she felt angry towards him for putting her through this humiliation. Food is the the best thing to comfort her. Embarrassed she expresses: "I need those pizza's". She wants them so bad. He brings her her first pizza and she practically pulls it out of his hands. You can see the layer of oil floating on top of the pizza. Usually he would not make a pizza this greasy but this is how she likes them. She picks up a big slice, takes a bite and slurps up the grease. That moment for her is the best thing in the world. She's eating at a stupid speed. He observes her eating like a pig which you forgot to feed. It grosses him out a little but it also turns him on. In the time she finishes he was able to eat only two slices of his pizza. Upon realizing this she feels possibly even more disgusted with herself. But at least she is no longer angry at him. Mission accomplished, he thinks. "I'm a fat, useless hog. All I do is eat, shit and sleep", she says. I guess that's true, he thinks, and she knows that's what he's thinking, but he says "You're more than I ever hoped for, I can intuit your feelings like with nobody else, and you can do the same with me. We are meant for each other. I'm so proud of what you've become. You did so good today". They hug each other and he starts rubbing that massive fat gut which lies in her lap. "Now we need to maintain this" he says, as he gives it a slap so that her small boobs jiggle. She giggles. He starts feeding her her second pizza. She feels so full and so good, as he touches her in the soft places that make him feel proud of his huge feedee. He grabs a pint of ice cream from the fridge and hands it to her so she can reach sugarly heaven and get stuffed to the point where she can't move. While she's licking her spoon he starts undressing her, first pulling that huge hanging gut out of her pants, and slowly exposing more rolls and dimples. She's now stuffed to the max and it makes her very horny, she carefully moves to lie on her side, and together they throw her leg over the shallow back of the couch. He pushes at the flab of her gut to expose her small pussy, hidden between her thigh rolls and bulging fupa. He rubs her pussy as she moans. The exertion after a few rubs makes her face red and she starts sweating profusely. He points the large fan in the room directly at her to keep her comfortable. She's having difficulties but she wants it so bad. He enters her and she has to give in completely to him. Her extremely soft abundant thigh fat jiggles as he thrusts. Her gut flab rest on the couch and he slaps it periodically to remind her of her piggy status. He thrust faster and faster and starts pounding. She squirts involuntarily, giving the whole ordeal an extra sloshy effect. Gasping for air and sweating heavily her body spasms: it accentuates that her body is basically floating in her own fat and upon seeing that he comes at the same time as her. While he's still inside her they cuddle for a bit. He cleans her up, they give eachother a loving kiss, and he tucks her in with a blanket. After a few minutes he hears a soft snore.

Welcome nice to meet you. Nice pics. Any interests in particular that lead you to post here?

I saw her on reddit. Don't have a name for you.

Who is it?

Welcome. You're a keeper.

Ginger gives me good vibes.

No literally zero chance