growingtransgirl

[growingtransgirl]

Absolutely keep growing. We need more diabetic fatties who aren’t ashamed of getting fatter.

So are you planning to grow until your immobile? It makes sense given how bad your mobility seems to be getting.

I think immobility may be inevitable at this point. I’ll either be immobile or just waddle briefly every now and then

[growingtransgirl]

what do you usually masturbate to?

Fat. Be it other fat people or my own fat.

[growingtransgirl]

I love women with big, fat, meaty guts! Really hefty, heavy, hanging sacks of lard!!! A buttery soft and smooth blubbery belly. A real jiggly, doughy, thickened blob of fat. A downright blobby belly.

[growingtransgirl]

Reblog

If you're a fat little piggy, that wants to be teased and encouraged.

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She's goals.

[growingtransgirl]

Feast, fill, fatten

Every bite sends waves of heat through me, my body so ravenous, so greedy. The way my stomach strains and groans, so full, so heavy, so fucking stuffed—I love it. I love how I can barely breathe with each obscene bite, how every morsel expands my body, fills me up like the insatiable pig I am. It’s more than just food; it’s power. It’s the thrill of growing, of losing control, of surrendering completely to this beautiful indulgence.

My body craves it. The weight, the softness, the fattening, the gorging—it’s like my skin is begging to stretch, to be loaded with more and more. My gut pushes out against my waistband, rolling with every movement, every breath, getting bigger, heavier, slower, and I can’t get enough. I want to feel it all—my thighs thickening, my ass rounding out, my chest growing soft and pillowy, all of it expanding, packing on blubber that jiggling, sways, and groans under my own greedy weight.

I’m fat and I fucking love it. I can’t stop, I won’t stop, and I’ll only get bigger, more bloated, more addicted to the pleasure of my overfed body. There’s something so dirty about it—the way my belly hangs over, the way my clothes struggle to contain me, the way my body is constantly begging for more, as if I can’t fill myself enough.

Every single bite is pure bliss, and I’m drenched in it. The way my full stomach feels—sluggish, swollen, ripe with excess—and I’m only getting fatter. This body is for growing, for gorging, for feeding until I can’t move, can’t do anything but lounge in my own filthy indulgence. Every stretch mark, every soft, heavy roll of fat is a mark of pride, a testament to my gluttonous surrender.

So yeah, I’m huge. I’m fucking huge. And I’m going to get bigger. Bring on the next round of food. I’ll gorge, I’ll grow, I’ll keep feeding myself until my body can’t take it anymore—because this? This is fucking paradise.

😈🍰🥘

[growingtransgirl]

Can I get some teasing and degradation for what I'm doing to my body? Pretty please? DMs and asks are both open!

I love how hopelessly obese I’m getting!

[growingtransgirl]

My mom is always trying to get me to lose weight because of my diabetes. It's not happening.

From what I can see, shaming fat on the basis of health had the following affects:

Positive:

Fat people whose health would benefit from losing weight will try to lose weight, positively affecting their physical health

Neutral:

Some thin people who don't need to lose weight will be unaffected

Negative:

Some thin people who don't need to lose weight will try to lose weight, negatively affecting their physical health

Fat people whose health would not benefit from losing weight will try to lose weight, negatively affecting their physical health

Fat people with genuine health issues which aren't related to their weight will be dangerously misdiagnosed with "fatness" as a cause instead of actually being treated for their illnesses

All three of those above groups will feel shit about themselves, negatively affecting their mental healths, often dangerously

In short, if you support fat shaming, even for health reasons: fuck you

[growingtransgirl]

Food.

All she could think of was food. Even though it was clear to her what it was doing to her body, she couldn’t help herself. More food. It’s all she wanted. Even though she had become too fat to stand without help. More food. Even though she couldn’t walk across the room without getting out of breath. More food. Even though she could barely get one fat laden thigh past the other. More food. More. More. More.

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I love how hopelessly obese I’m getting!

[growingtransgirl]

One of my dinners last night...

11 meatballs (I let my mom have one) with an ungodly amount of spaghetti, four slices of garlic bread (with mozzarella on top), and meat sauce with plenty of extra salt added was dinner tonight.

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So unhealthy

[growingtransgirl]

🎵Must get fatter. Must get fatter. Must get fatter fatter fatter…🎵

[growingtransgirl]

REBLOG if you need to be teased, praised, reminded of how fat you're getting 💕🐽

You deserve it!

[growingtransgirl]

Your body may change, but not your goals

There’s so many things you need to adjust for as your body grows.

Bigger clothes, sure.

Simple tasks like tying your shoes becoming more difficult.

Squeezing into a chair, car, or doorway getting harder and harder.

Your walk turning into a slow waddle, and soon something to avoid whenever you can, until eventually walking becomes fully a thing of the past.

But through it all, there’s one thing that won’t change. Your desire to fill yourself with as much of the most fattening food you can get in your mouth. To watch your body expand, and get covered in rolls, stretch marks, and cellulite. To watch the numbers on the scale, and on the tape measures that need to stretch further and further to encircle various body parts, go higher and higher.

No matter what happens to you, you want only two things: to eat, and to grow. And that’s what makes you a perfect piggy 🥰

[growingtransgirl]

I'm having more and more balance issues the worse my neuropathy gets.

Just means I need to keep making my diabetes worse.

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God I need to be in this kind of relationship.

Fattening you with pleasure.

I would say the pleasure is all mine - but we both know that's not really true is it? 🤭

Sugary delights 🍫

Sensual belly touches 🫴🏻

And whatever other welcome distractions we can find for you as you are stuffed to your limit - day in and day out. 🥰

First - we listen to what your body most desires.

Then - we teach it how to listen to me instead.

Too full? Soon that will only be associated with deep pleasure. 💜

Too heavy? You're only able to think about that because you're not full enough 🤭

Too fat? No such thing 😘 eat some more until we're back at step 1.

Pretty soon there's nothing left but a delightfully docile and blissed out play-thing content with being completely dependent on their doting feeder 😇 while they grow happier and happier.