just a hog admiring other hogs and trying to get fatter.
SW: 430 CW: 550 GW: 2000
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I have been so lazy since I've been home! I have a real couch now, so I watch TV, read, eat, and sleep on it, making me almost totally sedentary thru the day-thus preserving precious calories to pack into my already fat wobbling gut to make it grow even fatter 😌 went from a little overweight to a BMI of over 47 in 18 months! That sounds like a wild thing to say, and it is 😁
you’re class III, morbidly obese, because that’s as high as the bmi goes. there’s no bigger obesity class to label you as. you can’t say how obese you truly are.
your scale says ‘error’ because it can’t withstand the pressure of all your weight. it’s been the same number for months. you can’t say how much you truly weigh.
the biggest size at the stores are too tight against your swollen body. your clothes can’t fit on you the way they used to. you don’t know what size you need to wear.
your tape measure can’t loop around your belly. there aren’t enough inches to reach around anymore. you don’t know how wide your fat actually spans.
you’ve outgrown all the labels. you can’t be measured anymore. your obesity is unfathomable.
As hot as immobility is, I love the idea of waddling so much.
Being so large that my gut dominates my stance, my world revolves around it now in more ways than one. It’s as if it has its own gravitational pull, jutting out and always entering a room before me - leading the way and guiding me; So big I can always see it, unable to ignore it - so gargantuan even when it’s empty.
The soft, doughy flab that cushions my body quakes and jiggles with every movement - any touch sending waves across my expanse.
The way gravity pulls at my belly, reminding me how heavy it is as it sways between my legs; I try and heft each tree-trunk legs one in front the other, fighting against the fleshy apron that almost reaches my knees.
I’d have to sit down after a pitiful few minutes of huffing through my slow steps, resting on a creaking chair as I shove a snack in my mouth, claiming I ‘need the energy’.
I’d be a public spectacle, crowds parting for me as they wouldn’t want to be trampled by a wobbling whale.
Immobility is hot, but I love the struggle of moving under the weight I’ve burdened myself with.
before and after of last nights stuffing challenge! holy fuck i really ballooned😩 and didn’t struggle too much with my capacity either!! maybe im finally getting over my gaining plateau?
My body turns me on so much. The hyno is working!🐷 i cant stop growing! Tease this blob! Tell me how much fatter you'd make me! Then make me gorge on fattening food! Make me a BLOB!
i wish i was sucking a buried dick soooo bad rn🥺️🥵️ and by sucking a buried dick i mean the pathetic hole where a cock used to be, where its sunken into softness, leaking, crushed and useless inside, unable to be reached at all~🥰️🥴️its owner completely dependent on others for the most basic things, unable to cum, so they just stuff their face anxiously while i tease and suck and lick the totally useless hole theyve eaten their now worthless cock into💞