chillguyfr

[chillguyfr]

A recent commission from @bigbellyfondler

Thanks for commissioning me!

[chillguyfr]

❌I thought you'd look fatter

✅ Here's 20 dollars for a burger and fries, queen

[chillguyfr]

The only way any female should eat is on the floor with its head in a bowl and its ass in the air.

[chillguyfr]

I don’t know what to tell you at this point.

You got fat.

Like really fat.

I can no longer provide comforting words like “It’s not that noticeable” or “you just need to be a little stricter with your eating habits, you’ll lose it in no time.”

We have to be honest: you’re. not. losing. the. weight.

Ever.

When the first stretchmarks appeared, half your wardrobe still fit you. I thought that might be a wake up call. You still had time to reverse course, dial back the greediness and save your closet filled with cute, cropped, tight clothes you used to so proudly display on your trim, petite body.

Those stretchmarks on your stomach meant your body was starting to permanently change to accommodate your weight, tearing at the seams because you couldn’t stop consuming fatty, sugary, carb-packed foods. Sometimes you had the resolve to eat a salad for lunch so I really thought you might turn it around.

You didn’t.

Your complaints of losing your favorite outfits and feeling out of shape and having to withstand the shame of doctor’s visits every time you stepped on the scale all started to sound hollow.

I think you like this, don’t you?

You enjoy giving up that idealized, thin-but-curvy, disciplined image of yourself. You love the feeling of indulging yourself anytime, any place without worrying how it will impact your waistline. You are addicted to going to bed stuffed to the brim every single night, knowing full well your clothes will be tighter and tighter and tighter the next morning. You secretly get off to the idea of becoming a pig, knowing everyone around is watching you blimp into that shameless, greedy, stuffed pig.

Those first stretchmarks were not signals to turnaround — they were green lights to accelerate into unrepentant obesity, weren’t they?

The damage was done, the fuse was lit, the bimbo was set to blow. And blow up you did. It was honestly impressive how you somehow increased your rate of fattening and commitment to losing weight at the same time. I played along, offering you support in your weight loss journey, urged you to keep your crop tops and outgrown dresses because, I said, “you’ll feel confident enough to wear those again.”

I was right but not because you lost the weight.

As you sit there in a crop top and unbuttoned shorts, stuffing your pudgy face with Ben and Jerry’s ice cream like a desperate hog, your swollen, doughy gut wrapped hip to hip with furious stretchmarks, I feel immense gratitude that we’re both being honest finally.

You’re fucking fat and there’s no going back.

[chillguyfr]

[chillguyfr]

[chillguyfr]

Muzzles are so underrated. Maybe you’re not allowed to bite me, maybe I want to pull a muzzle tight around your head so your dumb little oral fixation makes you all fuzzy and drooly because nothing can get to your desperate little mouth.

[chillguyfr]

manhandling >>>

like, getting manhandled onto his lap to makeout better

getting pulled closer via hips/waist because i was too far for him </3

getting grabbed and manhandled onto a surface bc he got impatient that i took too long

manhandling n grabbing my face to properly kiss him </3

saying "fuck this shit" and getting manhandled to be pinned and devoured

just, MANHANDLING

[chillguyfr]

it’s the devotion for me, babe.

it’s the I want it to be good for you and the I’m so glad I could do this for you and especially the whatever it takes to satisfy you.

it’s the ultimate declaration, for you, I will.

to have someone make my pleasure a priority—what more could I ask of you?

[chillguyfr]

It's a hot Hex summer!

[chillguyfr]

I need someone to treat me like this until I can’t remember life outside of my hypnosis

[chillguyfr]

hmm

[chillguyfr]

she’s “cum inside me” toxic and I’m “I already did” toxic…

[chillguyfr]

in a desperate need of a greedy lil foodslut to spoil.. keeping you glutted n needy so your belly’s the perfect lil stress ball I can rub and tease while we cuddle and watch movies together

[chillguyfr]

I love hearing you pant from exertion while you stuff yourself. It's such a good reminder that cramming greasy calories into that lard swollen gut is the most exercise you ever get, isn't it?

[chillguyfr]

Just a little reminder: You don't have to be hungry to eat. You can and should still eat even if you're not hungry.

[chillguyfr]

I want you fucked up and fattened beyond repair.

Your insatiable craving for dopamine is already ruining you so well, with you stuffing yourself whenever possible and getting off to the thought of growing fatter. But that's not enough for me. I want to overstimulate you so bad that your little brain loses all sense of what amounts of dopamine are normal, that it'll always need more. More food, more praise for getting fatter, more gooning and orgasms.

You'll be such a fucked up mess, your life fully revolving around pleasure. You'd be incapable of living on your own, as you're no longer able to focus on something for more than a few seconds, unless it's porn or filled with calories. You wouldn't be able to hold or even find a job, build a social life, or otherwise reach even the slightest bit of independence. And whenever that bit of remaining willpower tries to accomplish something, I'll sabotage you so hard that you're back on that couch, masturbating and stuffing yourself within minutes.

I'll strip you of anything that makes you human. You won't think, plan, or show any sign of intelligence. You'll be a complete pig, forgetting more about how life used to be with every bite you swallow. And the best part is: you can't quit. I'll fuck up your mind so bad that the cravings for masturbating and junk food are uncontrollable. You won't be able to function without that constant dopamine shower.

And as you keep growing fatter, sizing up at least every 2 weeks, I'll be watching with the greatest joy as your body gets covered in an ever thickening layer of blubber. Moving becomes harder, sitting down and stuffing yourself becomes easier. And once you're too fat and out of shape to properly get yourself off, you know that you'll only get to experience any kind of sexual pleasure once you've swallowed the first 10,000 calories of the day.

Give in, piggy. It'll feel so incredibly good ~