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It would be so awful, wouldn't it? To get fatter, to be obese, massive with fat flowing out all around you? Each day waking up with new waves of unexplored cellulite greeting you as you flutter from food coma to food coma. The days blending together as you forget how much bigger you are than the week prior, let alone the month before that. Your body a round and soft encroaching march of dough that covers you like a comforter and weighs you down in a way that makes you feel safe and satisfied. You forget more and more of how slim and toned you are, but you know deep down that this is wrong, but can’t stop eating, driven by an endless hunger for more delicious food for your empty belly. Your time is regaled with senseless and ravenous eating and devouring of everything in front of you. All you can hear is yourself chewing, wrappers crinkling and your massive gut gurgling and churning away digesting the unfathomable amounts of food you have stuffed wall to wall to point of stretching well beyond normal means. Any furniture you lay your fat body across groans under the weight of your obese billowing body that hangs off the sides. It would be absolutely horrible having your stomach stuffed tight with calorie-rich food all the time. Your soft belly expanding and becoming more round as you are stuffed with a never ending palette of fatty foods. Being so full that you can barely move and need someone else to do everything for you. Forced to watch as they gently caress your body and watch adoringly as the pounds pile on. Your partner never leaving your side, enamored with your body. One hand on one of your belly's many rolls and another gently placing another slice of cake at your waiting mouth for you to take another bite. Your body becoming so cumbersome and heavy that simple tasks like feeding yourself become hard to do by yourself, you try but ultimately you let your feeder take control and bloat you with sugary shakes and fatty meats all while you don’t have to move a muscle. Your lethargic muscles atrophy and give way to more lard, allowing your body to become softer and ribbed with the creamiest cellulite. Your thighs, your belly and your rear spilling out around you with much more of your body to play with, tingles rack your body whenever your curves and fat rolls are caressed. You would hate it so much if you were unable to reach past your expansive cellulite-ridden thighs to even touch yourself. Frustrated you huff and puff as even leaning over for things like this winds you. Your hands grasping and pulling at the soft dough to pry them apart as they rub together and wobble relentlessly, pleasuring yourself with the feeling of the waves of fat rolling around in your breathless struggle. You would spend all your time feeling all of the fat around you. Your round belly jutting out, both so soft yet tight with many previous meals makes it impossible to see beyond it except for where your thick and sprawling thunder thighs expand at your sides. Your thighs would always be rubbing together, the soft, round and thick pillars would take up so much space that you would have to spread your legs while sitting and expand your stance with your gait. You’d hate how hungry you are all the time and how often you are thinking about delicious food. You constantly would be yearning for that next bite, just to taste something buttery and greasy roll around your tongue and feel it slide thickly down your fat neck covered in rolls. The feasts you partake in are massive and last for hours, filled with many second winds and much pushing the point of being too full and beyond. You often find yourself drowsy afterwards and you sleep for long hours digesting the same large sum of food you greedily ate, turning it into a rising tide of fat rolls and wider proportions. You would be so frustrated with how your need for food has matched so much your gain in weight that your mind associated your new blubbery pounds as something you crave just as much as a calorie rich meal. Every bite a reminder of just how much bigger you’ll be, and then more, filling both of your ravenous appetites by chewing and swallowing desperately fondling your deep belly with all of your attention. As you move your body always rubs against itself, arms rubbing against your expanding smooth and jiggling chest. Your thighs rubbing together, your belly stuck against your thighs and wobbling against your crotch as you try and shift your weight. Whenever you lift your belly with your hands and grope the pliable flesh there, you drop it afterwards to hear an audible smack of it hitting your thighs, the soft flesh meeting more, wobbling against each other. Whenever you feel your heavy body you can only imagine it so much bigger, you look at the curve of your belly and can't help but wish for it to take up even more of your vision. For it to jut out more from your body and to become even more removed from whatever skinny body you may have had beforehand. Forget whatever skinny body you may have now, and only imagine how big and round and curvy you’ll be. That would all be so awful, wouldn’t it? To have gained so much weight that now you are firmly in obese territory. To be loving every second of your new life as a fatty. To have an attractive body that is admired and that you feel so aroused just looking at in the mirror. You could let yourself go and enjoy yourself, eating all the foods and relaxing all the time as a fatty. You would have everything, so would it really be that awful? The hungry look in your eyes and the way you’ve started playing with your belly, imagining the future, say otherwise.

You have been putting on a decent a bit of weight lately. Your belly is practically a huge wobbling gut now. Instead of rolls you have a large round dome in the place of where long ago may have been a toned stomach. The way it hangs over your waist almost gives it an oval shape from the front. Your belly is always protruding out in front of you, filling up more and more of your vision as time goes by. It has gotten uncomfortable to wear shirts, instead you spend much of your time shirtless with your belly open the world, plopped on your lap. Your gut only gets wider and tighter after stuffing your face as you laze around in your chair. Takeout, snacks, soda bottles and bakery containers lay strewn about your desk, evidence of past feasts. You feel the pressure in your stomach as your bloated middle distends out before you. You lean back in your chair, it creaking and groaning as you do so, your hands on your belly to try and soothe it. You slump in your chair, fidgeting to find a position that makes you feel less uncomfortable. Stretch marks line the sides of your round belly, leading to chubby love handles that stick out over your pants. As you lean back you feel the all-encompassing weight of your fat body on top of you, hugging you from all sides like a warm and soft blanket. You feel the fat mound that is your gut stick out above you reaching out away from you. The room smells of baked goods, sweets and greasy food from what food remains in the room. You take in the smells as you gasp in hot and heavy pants, your breath coming fast after the humongous meal. You feel comfortably warm, your body hard at work at digesting the hundreds of calories in your stomach. You begin to doze off as you begin to enter a food coma. You shoot awake as you feel a pressure building in your abdomen, growing more and more intense. The pressure builds and grows until it begins crawling upwards until it reaches your throat, where you let out a massive shattering belch that echoes all throughout the room in a loud guttural roar. After finishing you groan and let out smaller burps afterwards that leave you laying back in your chair, the pressure having subsided and you being left with comfortable heavy fullness. You catch a scent from the food around you, eyes drawn to a pack of doughnuts to the side. The smell now grips you with a ravenous craving hunger that reminds you that space has been freed up inside you for more. Your mouth drools and your breaths pick up in pace, you can already taste the sweet treat on your tounge, the fatty calorie rich already adding pounds to your obese frame. You start leaning forward, your chair groaning ominously as you let out another hearty belch. You manage to reach the pack with your fat arms and grip one of the sugary rings with your sausage fingers, pulling it back with you as you recline in your chair. You viciously tear into the doughnut, leaving nothing where there was once whole, stuffing your mouth with all of it, giving little time to chew, smearing frosting around your fat cheeks. The mixture of tastes and smells is overwhelming and euphoric, driving you to chew on your delicious treat From in your chest a deep moan grows before vibrating sensually from your throat as you chew on the mass of dough and sugar. You finally manage to swallow the baked good down your gob, it leaving a noticeable bulge as it travels down your throat, down to your gut to be digested and turned into even more lard that will blanket your body. You finally are released from your gluttonous haze as you let out another deep belch that vibrates your body. You lay back one last time and let your eyes fall, the massive weight that is your soft and jiggly warm body comforts you like a blanket as you pass into a deep, food-induced slumber so your body can begin stuffing yourself anew when you awake.

Hey there, fatty. What, did you think I wouldn't notice that belly of yours? Did you really think sucking it in is going to hide that ball of lard you're growing? If you laid off the snacks and second helpings then maybe you could pass it off as a bit of winter weight, but look at you. Its not like you gained a couple pounds, you gained enough to make the freshman 15 look like water weight. Don't try to hide that potbelly now, don't act like you are suddenly embarrassed, you knew you were packing on the pounds, that's why you buy oversized clothes in the hopes of hiding it. It looks like that shirt is already getting kinda tight, it seems like you didn't learn your lesson when you busted your last button, or the one before that. Maybe you'll fill out that shirt too until your belly is sticking out of the bottom and it hugs your chest so much you can see every detail. You'll go waddling and breathing heavy into a clothes store to get a new one, constantly pulling down your shirt to hide your deep belly button that is visible even through the tight shirt that strains your belly. The clerk will turn you away and tell you to go shop online, that they have no more clothes that fit you, you outgrew them all. I can see the little tears in your pants, your thighs are growing like bread in the oven, threatening to rip them to shreds when you bend over too much. What would you say then? That you might have had one too many bites to eat? Admit it, you are fat, and there is no way of hiding that. When you wear sweatpants or other baggy pants its obvious you have a lot of jiggle to your behind, that your hips are just too wide, its what all fatties wear after all, you fit right in with all the porkers and piggies gobbling down fast food. You can blush and deny it but you know it is true, the scale doesn't lie, trying to cover up and wear layers to hide it only makes it so much more obvious. Its not like people don't know you're obese, over time you have just been growing and growing, and the results have been jiggling and expanding all this time. Do you think nobody saw your ass shaking and wobbling with every step? They watched you as you devoured large swathes of food, and they saw how much of a cow you were, how every time they saw you, you were just a bit larger, stance a bit wider, belly a bit rounder, chins a bit more defined. It is certainly not a new development the way you have been putting it on. You eat so often it makes people wonder if that is all you do, that you just spend all day thinking about eating. Your belly juts out as you go for seconds and thirds at meals and you are left rubbing your tight and sloshing belly, curled over yourself almost in a food coma. You love eating food, so why would you stop? You'll go on a diet tomorrow, maybe lose a couple pounds next week, by the time the next month rolls around you've added another roll to your body and your curves are just that much more pronounced. Truth is you like the weight you've gained, but its not like people would understand that you secretly love to jiggle your belly while you are alone and watch as it wobbles. You look at your curves in the mirror, and can't help but caress your love handles and marvel at how soft they are. You squeeze your thighs together to feel the soft, pliable flesh rub together so perfectly that you drool imagining what it would feel like if they were even bigger. You sometimes grab your ass to see how much more it has grown, how much it sticks out from your body now, how much it practically vibrates when you slap it. When you sit down your thighs and ass splay out all around you and you can't help but to explore it all with your hands and feel just how much wider and softer you are. You take your belly in your hands and play with the rolls and fat between your fingers. You wonder how much more you could grope and fit in your hand if you grew more, how soft and squeezable you would be. Large, larger than you are now, you want the different parts of your body to expand with fat like a balloon does with water. You want to admire your assets as they get even more noticeable and attractive. The oversized clothes you buy are really just goals for how absolutely big you want to make yourself, with milestones that stretch further and further. So why hide it? Why hide what you crave, what makes you hot inside, stuffing your face with fatty foods, becoming a body of lard and enjoying every moment of it. Of becoming bigger, larger, fatter, until you are fatter than anyone could have imagined you getting, even yourself. You become so fat people have to do a double take when they see you waddle. Wear tight shirts that show off your huge belly and rolls and tight pants that hug your ass and curves, that leave your muffin top hanging over and jiggling as you walk. Show off how much a fatass you are and that you are the biggest around. Its what you want after all.

Just a little more. Oh come on, I just know you can take that extra bite. Its just one more gulp after all the ones you’ve had already, barely a drop in the bucket compared to the amount you have put away so far. Its practically nothing when you really think about it, the food in front of you might as well be a morsel, you should get more, eat more. Eat up fatty, isn’t this what you wanted? Why you stuff your face in the first place? To get so stuffed, so bloated you can barely eat another bite, and then some? Don’t you want to keep eating? I know you like how it feels, all that delicious food inside you, churning and digesting, becoming more fat and blubbery pounds to add to your body. You want to eat huge helpings of sugary and greasy foods filled with delicious fat, taste the delicious flavors in your mouth and feel it go down as you swallow it. Just imagine how much you could actually stuff your face if you really wanted to put all of your effort into it. The sheer amount of food you can get just stuff down your gullet. i know you don't wanna stop you need to keep eating and stuffing your fat fucking face you want to eat and eat and eat. You can eat another bite, you can keep eating until you swallow up everything on your plate. Imagine how fat you can fucking get if you just keep eating. I know you want that. And I think I want that too. You're just a fat fucking pig. You keep stuffing your face just to feel bloated and to feel more fat the next day. You like how the pounds just keep adding up. You keep setting goals and then keep breaking them. Your scale just goes up and up and up. There's not really much stopping you. You just love this stuff. You love to stuff your face way too fucking much. You just want to eat and chomp and go open gobble and devour. You want to eat everything. You want to eat the food you have now and go get some more. You want to eat out? You want to order in? Doesn't matter, you just want to eat. You just want to stuff yourself until your stomach just can't fucking take anymore. You wanna get so fucking bloated. You want to make such a fucking pig of yourself. You're such a fucking Horker. You must love food so much. It's almost like you can barely go at minute without food. Every day day in day out, you just keep eating. You're never satisfied and you're always hungry. Right now you're so hungry you could just eat everything. You want to feel full, but that's just so impossible for you. You're never full. You're always hungry and always unsatiable no matter whatever amount of food you feel like is your limit. You're just going to break past that. You're going to eat. You're going to eat so much. You're just going to keep eating and eating. Stuffing more and more. All the time. You can't even stop yourself anymore. You have no self control, you just want to keep eating. There's no breaks, no stop, no slow down, just all straightforward. It's not even that complicated. All you have to do is eat. Imagine just how tight your stomach will get if you just kept eating. You wanna try so many different kinds of foods, so many different kinds of flavors. You wanna try sugary sweet delicious candy. An amazing cake. You wanna try greasy burgers. You want to eat everything. You wanna go to your fridge and grab whatever you can fit in your greedy fucking fingers. And you just want to eat it. You want to keep stuffing yourself. You want to outgrow all of your clothes. You want them to get so tight that they just burst right off of you. You wanna waddle everywhere and you want it to be really hard to walk. You wanna get out of breath whenever you just do the slightest of movements. You wanna jiggle every time you move? How much weight are you gonna put off after this meal? How much are you going to gain? Where are you going to gain it? Baby, it'll go to your belly. Maybe it'll go to your ass. Maybe it’ll go to your arms, your thighs. Your hands. Your neck. Your chins. You're gonna get so fat. All that greasy calorie rich food. Is gonna make you so obese. And you want that, right? You want that. You want to be obese? You wanna be a whale? A cow. A blubbery BLOB. A gluttonous pig. A fatass that just cannot stop eating that’s what you’ll be. You can eat another bite and then another, and then another. You can keep eating until You just can't think about eating anymore. Until you pass out. And then when you wake up. All you can think about is just eating more and more. It feels so good to be so bloated. You like this feeling. You want this feeling to get better and better. You want to feel this feeling all the time. Every day, all day. All you have to do is just keep eating. Take another plate. Take another bite. You're a fat pig, and all you wanna do is eat. Isn't that right? Why don't you oink for me piggy? Go on, oink. I know you want to. You're a pig, after all. All you ever do is eat. You might as well do everything a pig does. All you can think about all your mind can process is just how much you want to eat. Keep eating. Don't stop eating. Take another bite. Finish your plate. Just keep eating. You want to keep eating. You want to be fat, you want to be huge. You want to be absolutely massive. You want to feel the fat just rolling off of you. You want to be a good piggy. You're going to eat so much. Because that's all you want to do. And for every pound you eat that that’s another pound of fat and lard and blubber. That's just going to grow on your body. You want to see yourself get fatter. You want to see yourself get large. Can you imagine just how fucking huge you can get? You're going to keep eating. Don't stop. if you stop you're never going to be a fat pig and you don't want that do you? You're just too fat to want anything else. It's not like you could turn back now. You're already way too obese. Or maybe you could. But it's not like you want to. Not like your mind would let you. Your mind can only think about eating. Swallowing and gulping. Digesting absorbing every bit of fat and everything you eat. Doing everything it can to make you a fat pig. It feels so good. It feels so good to let go. To just let yourself become fatter and fatter. To just keep eating. To just keep gaining. To get obese. To not care about what you eat or how much. You just wanna see yourself gets so fucking huge. You want your whole body to jiggle. Doing that right now aren't you fatty? You’re jiggling your body, playing with your belly. Wobbling your thighs. Playing with your ass. Pinching your neck to see how many chins you have. I want you to look in the mirror. And see how thin you are now and know that you're never going to be this thin again. You're only going to get fatter. You're only going to keep eating. You're gonna be a whale. How does that sound lardass? you're gonna take up more than just a seat. There's nothing that can stop you, not even yourself. You have no self control. Or maybe you wanted to gain and be fed? To eat. Nothing else matters. You can't think about anything else. You're mindless except for when it comes for food. You get so excited whenever you see an extra plate. You always want to ask for extra helpings. You always need to eat that last bite just to feel full. You come back for food again and again. At some point you just sit yourself in front of the fridge and just eat and eat. It's a lot easier that way. Don't have to take the food anywhere. Don't have to burn any calories. All you have to do is eat. maybe some ice cream or some pizza or a burger or some hot dogs or a milkshake maybe some chocolate or some cupcakes even. That all sounds good right? It doesn't matter as long as you stuff your greedy fat fucking face. All you have to do is eat and get fatter, because you're just a fat obese pig and you like to see the pounds go up on the scale, you like to see the rolls on your body get bigger and wider. You like to see how they jiggle. You get so out of breath while eating. and so sweaty you and can't help but burp every now and then that's fine, just let it all out. It's not like anyone is watching you. You can get as fat as you possibly could want. No prying eyes the judge as you eat. They don't know that really on the inside that you're just a fat fucking pig. All you wanna do is just stuff your face all the time. I bet you get all hot just thinking about it, you can't help but just rub your legs together thinking about food. You bite your lip thinking about fatty foods. you don't care about the amount of calories. Or maybe you do and really you just want the most. You just want to get so fat. So eat that extra bite. And then another. All you need to do is just keep eating.

I love what you’ve done with your body. You have really been packing on the pounds recently, huh. It’s only natural you get as fat as you are now with how much you eat and how often you eat. You must be pretty hungry to put away all that food in your stuffed gut and ask for seconds. All of that fattening, greasy food just oozing down your gullet until it rests in your bloated gut where it all gets digested to become more fat. You’ve practically been eating pure lard with the things you eat, sweets, sugar, fat, you gobble it all up like an obese pig. Not that there is anything wrong with being a fat hog, after all, you want to be a big fat cow, don’t you? That’s why you eat so much. That’s why you’re eating so much, probably stuffing your greedy little face right now as you’re reading this, like an obese oinker. You’re probably going to keep eating too much way past now. That’s fine, let everything go, let yourself be what you truly want to be, a massive fatty. You want your belly to grow and grow, to develop rolls and flab, it gets so extended after a huge meal, but that’s the best part. Seeing the big, distorted belly really is amazing, feeling it with your hands, how taut it is, how much fat there is, how soft it is, how it wobbles after you shake it and wobbles for a while after you remove your hands. Just a big ball of lard to play with and enjoy. Just imaging how much bigger it will get after a meal excites you and makes you want to eat more. So eat, eat, and eat some more, until you are morbidly obese, until you can’t see your toes, until your fat gets in the way when you move. You want that, don’t you? Not just to be a massive piggy but to eat, you love just giving in and eating whatever you want, it doesn’t matter if it’s fatty, or sugary, or filled with lard, because you like it when food is like that right? You like it when your taste buds are overwhelmed with flavor and you let that little voice in the back of your head whispering for self-consciousness go away and you fully enjoy the meal before you. Some people might stare and point at you, see you as you become fatter and fatter, greedier and greedier for food. Let yourself forget about everyone else as your mind only focuses on one thought and that is to eat until you are a stuffed cow. Your body would be so overwhelmed with lard, your shirt would ride up on your belly, letting the whole world see how it wobbled and swayed as you walked. Your legs would get so fat that you would have to waddle, your thighs so filled with cellulite that they rub together and jiggle whenever you take a step. You’ve probably already noticed how parts of your body are soft and jiggle so easily, but imagine how much more softer you can be, how much more warmer you could be, how much your whole body will jiggle with any movement. You would be so heavy, your fat weighing you down, it’s sort of like one big hug all over your body. The weight you would gain would probably cause a couple problems in terms of furniture and getting around. First you might break your chair, your thighs and butt spilling over the sides and back, the chair creaking until eventually it gives up on holding your enormous weight and collapses, sending you onto the floor, but you hardly feel it, the padding on your butt is just so encompassing that all you feel when you hit the ground is your massive body jiggling all around you. If you keep up this gain you’re not going to make it through doors anymore, your sides just too wide to make it through the doorway, maybe you could even get stuck and someone would have to help you get out, then you would go back to stuffing your face until you could never fit through the door again. Your clothes would always just be a little bit too small for you, you’d keep upping the sizes and you continue to fill out the clothes and then some. You burst out of clothes, a button pops, maybe you bend over and rip your pants, always straining the seams of whatever you wear, a fat whale trying to play dress up. It doesn’t matter how many sizes you went up in a month, you don’t care that it’s getting harder to find clothes that fit, all you want to do is keep eating, and that is exactly what you should do. Imagine how you’ll grow as you eat, your arms would be covered in fat, your hands would have little sausage fingers, it’ll be hard to do things for yourself, you’ll be completely at the mercy of someone else who will have to help keep you fed and rub your belly. You get out of breath after the shortest of trips, having to take a break even after waddling to the kitchen to get a snack. Always heavy breaths and plopping on the couch after returning from the kitchen to eat whatever fatty food your stuffing yourself with now. You’re always hungry and always eating, and all you can do is eat an eat, devouring pounds of food and digesting it into more lard and fat on your body. I want you to eat, I want you to get so fat you can’t even imagine, I want this because I know deep down that you want that too, that you crave it. You want to get fatter, you want to eat, you want to eat until you can’t anymore. You want to eat until your fat takes up the couch and nothing fits you anymore. You want to eat because you want to be fat and full and happy. And that is exactly what you’ll be.