iloveglomp

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what if....i needed a crane to lift my belly out of the way so i could be eaten out????????

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FATBIGPIGGY for a reason! FEEDER WANTED!

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Belly buttons exist so that you can measure how fat your hucow wife is getting by fucking/fingering it. Especially after a large meal when they're too full to move.

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I've gotten myself so so so addicted to fast food and it makes me SO unbelievably horny

The cycle of binge eating thousands of empty calories, getting horny about it and then craving it more is so scary... and so hot... and so addicting. Like okay, I will happily keep on piling fat onto my body if it means I get to eat like garbage and get off every single night. I'll gladly give in to a slow and sedentary lifestyle if it means I get to Uber eats party packs of fast food to my bed while I sit on fat ass and feed my addiction.

Something about constantly eating fast food makes me feel like such a gross slutty pig and I adore it 🫶🏼

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Hey did you fall from heaven because if you did please do it again and land on my face <3

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Your stomach swallowed the front of your panties, and your fleshy hips and side rolls pulled the barely visible straps tight, squeezing your fat body as it threatened to burst them at the seams.

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Getting so fat that you go from having slight love handles to them being a part of your massive side stomach. You can grab heaping handfuls of fat on each side and shake your massive gut and watch it ripple with lard. There is no small gut now, just a giant mass of fat and your own greed that got you here. Your belly button isn't even visible; it's buried under your upper stomach, which folds over the lower part. It hangs over your legs and stops you from pleasuring yourself. It pulls you down and makes it hard to walk when standing, and pins you to the couch when you sit down. You run out of breath shifting it around and getting comfortable. Forget finding clothes that fit over it; they all just ride up your huge gut so everyone can see how fat you are. Even baggy clothing won't stop the under hang from peeking out. There is no escaping the giant ball of flesh that you turned yourself into. You made yourself a fat, obese cow, and now you have to pay the price for being so gluttonous and horny.

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Your eyes meet mine, they look glossy, as if autopilot has taken over and all you can think of is sex and food. It's probably all you think of most of the time.

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The way your stockings squeeze your thighs, how they overflow from constraint and widen in every direction, morphing into your large, bubbly, wide arched ass as it sits almost as high as your shoulders from all the fat padded on it. Your stomach hangs so low to the floor and rests in the small gap between your legs. Those wide arms that are so soft and undefined, and your one precious back roll that creases because of how heavy your gut is. The indent at the base of your ass is because there's so much fat. Your double chin is visible, such a soft and plump face with rounded cheeks and plump lips. Your udders hang nearly as low as that wobbly gut of yours too, slowly getting closer and closer to the floor where they can rest and take some weight off of you...

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I grab your chubby arms and pull you up, no easy task, but I'm in shape from helping your obese body maneuver around all the time. As you grew fatter, I grew more muscular, accustomed to lifting weights, so that I could thoroughly enjoy all the fat I put on you. With my strength, I can still pick you up, still grab that fat gut and slosh it around with ease, or bend you over and pleasure you, pulling your hips forwards and back to the pace I desire. You can grow as large as you'd like, because I'll always be there to help you. When you're too fat to walk, I'll pick you up; when you're too fat to roll over, I'll do it for you. You know it too. Always eager to eat more and gain faster as if daring me to keep up with you. To see how strong I can be to move such a fat lard lard-filled ass and throw them around like a toy still. As you grow softer, I grow harder in more than one way.

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I fucking need to be fatter like asap,,,,

I just have this insane urge to force down as many calories as I can as fast as I can,,,, I wanna be so full and fat and soft and constantly expanding I can't stand being so small. I need to get stuffed every single meal argghhhhhhh

Someone should totally stuff me until I can't stand, and then do that every single day until it's permanent~ ruin my body with lard until I'm just a big soft pile of fat~ consider this a feeder wanted post~

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIII MISSED THIS

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stuffed belly noises are actually so slutty... so you're just groaning and whining and need to be touched huh

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Whenever I feed you like this, you become so submissive, so easily commanded, and eager to obey my words because you know that I'll make you fatter, and that's all you want deep down. To grow wider and larger with each day, living life passively as you're fed snacks and stuffed silly by your lover.

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huge housewife that can barely waddle around the house>>>>>>

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Just curious, but what is everyone's favorite thing I've posted so far? I would like to revise and add to these stories and excerpts, or maybe turn them into something new. Please lmk!

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I gaze into the mirror, studying my massively swollen, obese body. Every inch of it, covered in fat and dotted with cellulite. Stretchmarks hang like banners proudly on display, showcasing just how much I stuff myself and how fast I grow for you. Your firm hands wrap around me from behind, slowly grasping my flabby, giant waist and tracing the underhang of my soft, fleshy double belly. You can't wrap your arms fully around me anymore; It's been at least a hundred pounds since then, probably closer to two hundred if we're being honest. You jiggle and shake my belly, sending a cascade of ripples all over my body. Tits, belly, ass, arms, even my neck quivers as you proudly fondle and play with your prized piggy. It's such a turn on to see you so pleased by all my hard work, hours of stuffing and sleeping, smoking and stretching out my stomach so I can eat even more for you, digesting thousands of calories a day all for you. I can feel you pressing up against my huge ass; each cheek must weigh fifty pounds itself. I'd always had a nice ass, but now, it's beyond anything I've ever seen. The way it sways when I walk, bouncing rhythmically, almost like water sloshing around in the ocean. Two giant mounds, dotted with cellulite, like freckles on a sunkissed face. I love sitting on you, using my giant ass to smother you, enveloping you in my fatness, covering you and crushing you in all the weight you've made me gain, showing you just how big and heavy I've been getting for you. Even my thighs, my knees, my calves, and my feet are beyond huge. My legs are gelatinous tree trunks, huge and wobbly whenever I move, and splaying out to at least double their size when I sit my fat ass down. Walking is hard; they brush against each other so much that you have to lather me in lotions and baby powder to keep my legs from chafing. You do so much to take care of me, to spoil me rotten like a prized farm animal, and all I have to do in return is keep growing fatter for you, a dream come true.