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Me trying to get into my fat girl jeans 👀🥵

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I’ve gone up 5 pounds, no idea if that’s worth celebrating but I’m pretty happy about it!

I’ve really been wanting to stuff and push my limits recently but because the process to finally get registered for my job has been stressing me out/money issues I haven’t been able to do that unfortunately. But apparently my eating regularly had payed off a bit :3

Also kinda wanna wait and post again later with some burp stuff because it doesn’t feel like me to not post a burp or 5 😂🤭

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Have you ever considered the amount of calories one would need to fuel a rapid hyper pregnancy? Imagine a woman bulking herself in preparation for a fertilization procedure~

it's giving breeding facility....

before the procedure there's a months long process to get prepped. the human body can't stretch so large in such a small amount of time without extensive preparation.

this requires eating as much as possible and taking medications that will make sure my skin doesn't get too beat up by the intense growth.

finally after weeks of carb loading and putting on weight, i walk into the doctors office, slowly, already waddling with the wide hips and thick thighs i've managed to grow to support my impending brood. im eager to see how my pace changes once im filled up.

everyone in the office makes sure i'm comfortable before they get started. wearing a gown tied loosely in the front and laying half propped in the bed, i wait impatiently to properly begin to grow.

i don't have to wait long before the changes begin. i run my hands across the flabs and stomach rolls i've acquired and nothing feels different on the outside but i feel it inside.

my fat belly begins to churn as the process continues, and soon start swelling up. i'm used to feeling full after stuffing myself silly for weeks but this is different. this has a pressure to it, a new fuller feeling. and the growth has just begun.

the doctors give me a calorie-heavy milkshake to ensure my body doesn't exhaust itself from the rapid growth. i keep swelling out, bigger and bigger. i try to sit up fully, but the weight of my new body holds me down, leaving me huffing from exertion.

i must be almost done with the growth because i look full term. a health layer of fat wraps around my womb and my gown is starting to get tight.

but then the doctors tell me i'm only halfway finished.

"we gave you six embryos with the hopes of one or two taking, but it looks like there's definitely a few in there."

the doctors untie the gown and poke and prod for their studies. my breasts have grown, feeling sensitive to the touch and my belly sits before me, a mass of untouched size.

despite the growth, few stretch marks cover me. i run my finger along one of them, watching as it grows as i get bigger.

i begin to feel movement in the orb as the growth continues. the doctors tell me that's normal as i begin to finish the "second trimester" stage and get into the third.

one of the docs squirts cold gel on my belly to begin an ultrasound. she tells me the third trimester will offer the most growth and i can't tell how i will be able to grow anymore.

"looks like you've got quads, it's a good thing you entered a higher weight class than recommended"

i moan at the realization that four babies are moving inside me. they toss and turn as they grow and i watch as my massive belly sways side to side.

i can't see my belly button but i know it's popped and protruding. i can't see much of anything honestly, as my boobs get shoved closer to my face, fighting for space against my belly.

if i thought i was big when i walked in here, i was nothing compared to now. my belly takes up my vision, all that i can see and feel. i rub at a spot where a limb stretches out.

despite how fat i was, my belly is stretched and smooth. i've never felt so full.

the doctor checks my vitals before smiling at me.

"looks like you're just about done cooking. i'll tell everyone you're ready to be induced. you'll have to come down to the labor room with me."

i heave myself off the bed with the help of several doctors and nurses and begin to slowly walk through the corridors of the facility. despite the massive weight and pressure i feel, i'm sad to lose this feeling so quickly.

i guess i'll have to do it all over again soon.

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Anna could feel it. The fertility drugs were sending her ovaries into overdrive. She laid her hand over her flat belly as she felt her womb beginning to fill with her eggs. This was her honeymoon present for her husband. Early in their relationship, he had confessed that he had a pregnancy fetish and that he'd always wanted a big family. Anna had promised him that if he married her, she'd make his dream come true. Now, here she was, her womb filled to the brim with fertile eggs as her husband moved between her legs. Over the course of the next 48 hours, Anna lost count of how many loads he pumped into her fertile womb. Something about having sex with the intent of becoming hugely pregnant made Anna cum so hard that she nearly blacked out every time her husband planted his seed in her womb.

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THREE MONTHS LATER

Anna had become huge. At just three months along, she could easily be confused for a woman overdue with twins. At the point when the average pregnancy was just starting to show, Anna looked ready to pop. She had no idea how many babies her husband had filled her with, but she did know that she wanted more. This had started as a gift for her husband, a fulfillment of his fantasies, but she had inadvertently unlocked a fetish of her own. She had discovered that she loved being bred. It felt so sexy to be used to grow her husband's children. To be so thoroughly claimed by him that even a casual observer could tell that she was his, inside and out. To surrender her body to its most basic, primal purpose: growing babies. With each passing day, she felt her body changing to fulfill that purpose. Her breasts grew bigger and heavier, her hips widened, and her body became softer and rounder. It was heavenly.

"Honey," She cooed, rubbing the swollen curve of her womb. "I want you to make me a promise. I want you to promise to keep me full of your beautiful babies forever. I want you to keep me as your personal baby factory."

She leaned forward and took his member in her mouth. As she did, she threw back a corner of the blanket, revealing three empty bottles of fertility drugs and a note that read, "Make me more pregnant!".

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Imagine one day, you come to work and realize nobody talks to you the same way anymore. They no longer shake your hand or hug but grope your ass and tits or slit. You act offended and you try to speak up , they stare at you and make you shut it with one word orders like”Quiet” , “sit” talking you down, but instead, when you make short answers or silly answers you get a “good girl” with a soft headpat , and a softer grope . They no longer make you do smart things, instead they love to play fetch, making you catch things with your mouth for a “Good girl” praise and even more gropes.

Day after day this new routine becomes a habit until one day a colleague invites you and the team to a special party, disguised office party. You recieve the invitation with the information that costumes will be provided. You decide to wear a very short skirt and no panties or bra. Not wearing underwear had become more comfortable these days, maybe because you got way more praises whenever you didn’t wear any.

You noticed a first change in your thinking, because you never wanted to be a “such a good girl” as to show up right on the exact time, but tonight you did it, for a treat again, at 10pm on the clock, just like the man said, clueless that every male was already there since 9. At the entrance though it was worth it, “Exactly on time! Such a good girl!” The man at the entrance throws you a sweet that you catch in your mouth eagerly , you had gotten so good at this. A pat on your head, a long sleezy grope of your ass , and you already feel leaky. He hands you a pretty collar and puppy ears, your costume.Enjoying your treat you didn’t quite pay attention as he walked away and started frowning when he was nowhere to be found. You then hear him snap his fingers twice and happily hurried to his side and follow him. Another treat, “that a good girl “

You enter the main room, surprised to see all the men dressed as usual, only the females of the office are wearing the same puppy ears, collars and nothing else but a pretty tail plug. Each with a leash at the hand of their male coworker, being groped after every order.

- Here is yours. Says the colleague leading you, pushing the plug of your tail near your mouth.

“Open” you obey, pulling your tongue out for him, and he pushes the toy in “ good girl” he slides his other hand between your legs rubbing your cunt while making you suck on your plug.

- i see you came prepared. He grins as he feels how drenched you already already are without panties to damp the leak.

“Down”

He said it eyes locked in yours and you couldn’t help it but to feel intimidated and obediently get down on fours… leaking some more anticipating the next “ good girl”.

With how short your skirt is he has direct access to your ass in that position and now pushes your lubbed tail up your ass. You start drooling and whimpering, you don’t know why, but you pull your tongue out to savor it. One long push and its in. It felt so good , you notice how eager you are now for his validation, looking for his pleased stare, and his usual smile meaning you’ve been a good girl.

- Hold it. -Click- he put the leash on your collar, good girl. One more treat. Now he activates the plug and you realize the tiny remote that’s in his hand, you start feeling the buzzing vibration up your ass as he leads you to your team. You are by now so soaked, because , unlike every other team in the office, you are the only girl , in a team of 20. The only puppy… This will be such a good party

You reach the room crawling on fours, lead by your colleague, and your whole team is there, to enjoy the view. Half of them seem fairly drunk , the music is loud, there are huge screens on each side of the room broadcasting some puppy girl porn. A camera is the middle, and a dog bowl with cum puppy written on it near it. Your head start feeling fuzzy, exhited, in heat. It might be because of the heavy male scent in the room or the buzzing toy up you bum, you just have no idea why, especially because you just didn’t notice that the treats you recieved on your way to this room had a powerful drug in it. Those treats were just so good!

- Ahh , boys! There she is… - your boss greets you. You were warmly greeted as you are now inside and can clearly see the bulge in their pants. Some even already slowly jerking through, while a few are openly jerking at the porn. They all come circling around you and …

…That’s the only thing you remember, waking up the next morning, coated with what seems to be cum. You are on the floor at your house. Your puppy tail still plugged up but your ass feels bloated and sore. Your cunt is leaky and a strong taste of cum and piss lingers in your mouth. It’s 7 am. Your phone is full of texts, pictures and videos that you do not have the strength to watch yet. You wash yourself and go to work. You frown at the idea of taking off your tail at first, you actually loved it, so pretty pink, white and furry. But you have to go out though so in the shower you unplugged it and noticed a long trail of cum leaking out. Still very sensitive, just the feeling of pulling it out was already made you gush and you run like a horny animal in your shower. Edging until hot water runs out but unable to cum.

You arrive at the office. Eveyone is staring at you. These predatory gazes instantly get you soaked, clueless why, as if your body remembered something your brain couldn’t. You want to go rub again as you see the bathroom door at the back but you have a team meeting in a min and need to rush. You barely make it in time, everyone is busy looking at the huge flat screen in the middle of the wall and you see why.

You watching yourself on the floor, a cock in every hole, mounted like a bitch in heat, soaked and covered in cum.

-Ah , boys! There she is , says your boss and that greeting reminds you something distant, your body seems to know very well and leaks again as you feel it running down your leg.

- Sit! Your boss orders, and you obey, not on a chair, but on the floor, tongue out. You don’t remember much, but you remember treats, obeying = treats.

- Good girl, he pulls his cock out and you suck him eagerly. At this point you do not know what you are doing anymore, or why, but it feels good and familiar, his orders, his … taste… feel good.. being such a good girl feels so good. Its become natural to you to be such a good girl. Who doesn’t want to be a good girl.

You see in the screen and catch some hints. These skills were trained all night long, so your body could remember.

Colleagues start crowding you again and your boss whispers to your ear

- from now on you are our bitch. Bring your ears and tail everyday, you will be paid the same, not as a colleague, but as our public cum dump and the fuckpet of the whole team bitch puppy. Now, take my load, swallow it whole and crawl to the next cock if you agree being our good girl.

You obey… eagerly swallowing him. so happy to be used, and praised for what you do best : being a good puppy. So happy to be useful, wanted , lusted over. You just finished swallowing his load and you feel strong hands pushing your head down, passing a collar on it. He stomps on your face to keep you head down ass up and starts drilling your hole, your already so sore and broken cunt hole. You feel the waves of pleasure come back instantly. Your head is spinning, you start remembering the abuses of yesterday. You remember his shape. The orgasms he gave you, the taste of his cum. Your mind gets fuzzy lost between past and present pleasure. You cum so easily but he doesn’t, and he doesn’t intend to let you off before his warm load is in your cunt.

You swap position as he slips under you so another ends up taking your ass. Before long it is a full fledged gangbang being ran on you. The few who cannot access your holes just keep their cocks hard and ready watching the porn you shot yesterday. Now you realize. The porn they were filming wasn’t a web porn. It was just another mutt being broken by their cocks. Your thoughts never mattered, you were hired for your tits and holes and only cocks mattered. Now are you ready to be a good office slut for male pleasure filthy little pupp.

One month later you come work everyday plugged with ears and start crawling from the entrance of the office. You get bent over every desk for a quick pounding, or held by your leash under some big Man’s desk to suck him off during a business call. Your holes are constantly full of cock, cum or piss and you are constantly being fucked and made to orgasm at least 20 times a day. You are pregnant but have no clue who is the father. You are thinking of keeping it but cannot stand the idea of leaving their balls full or be replaced during pregnancy , you understood why you were hired. The same thing happened to the previous office cum dump. You were never hired for your thoughts. You were hired for your tits and cunts. You were hired as a public fuckstation but you never felt happier before and intend to suck drain and eat the cum of every male coworker to show them the gratitude of accepting you as their office bitch puppy.

Fuck I came so hard from that, yk what would be even better? If at the party or something I don’t want it and try to get away but the guys don’t let that happen, they catch me, hold me down and force me to be their cumdump

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Being trained to such cock against your will but not forcefully.

Imagine being locked in a room. It’s comfortable, couch, chairs, carpet, even a plush bed. There’s everything you would want to keep yourself entertained with and despite there being no windows the light fluctuates in rhythm to fit the time of day. The only ominous feature (besides being locked there) is the big heavy metal door with a small panel for food deliveries and a circular panel which has yet to be opened.

Oh, and the dildo attached to one of the walls.

The dildo is, you have surmised, one of those hollowed out ones that can eject fluids. Disgusting, you muttered to yourself the first time you saw it. There’s even some clear liquid dripping from it. Thankfully the carpet absorb the droplets and it makes no sound.

However, after the first day or so you can’t help but eye it. You have gotten food, good food even, but no water. Your mouth is parched and after much debate you spent a few painstakingly slow hours collecting droplets from the dildo in a cup. For the first time in 24 hours you have a glass of water. And once the cup is empty you must have more. Shy and stubborn you lick at the dildo, might as well cut out the middle man, and after a couple of licks a click sounds and water starts flowing out. Surprised you barely think before latching on, your lips around the tip as you greedily drink down the water.

It continues like that for about a week. A little song-and-dance of licking at the dildo until it starts ejaculating precious water. And you get used to it.

Then, one day, it doesn’t work. You lick and lick and lick, but nothing happens. Perhaps it’s run out? Whoever put you in here is done playing? Or maybe you are not trying hard enough?

The last thought hits a couple of hours after the thirst and seems too logical to not try. So you take the tip in your mouth, just the first few centimetres and you almost cry with joy when the water starts flowing.

Sucking the tip works for about a week before the dildo is dry again. But this time you know what to do.

So you take a little more.

And when that stops working… You take a little more.

Two months is all it took but now you’re deep throating the dildo, slobbering and licking and sucking to keep the water flowing.

And you are so used to the motions that when the round panel in the door slides down and a cock appears you happily attend to that too.

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I love the thought of training you to be my growing bimbo fatty… 

Since you’ve let me in, I’ve gradually been relieving you all of those silly professional achievements and pressures of your independent lifestyle. 

Achievements are for strong girls, not you. You’re my soft, helpless fatty. Now all you have to do is be a cute couch potato, your only purpose being to grow fatter, get dumber, and cum.

I’ve made sure your vibrator spends most of the day wedged perfectly in your squishy pussy as you mindlessly graze on addictively tasty treats, frying your brain cells gazing at degenerate tv shows all day. 

Ive kept edging you while i stuff you so that now you get wet any time you eat - even during your secret stuffings when i’m not there

I shower you with praise when you give up wearing cute outfits and opt to vegetate in your loose, stretchy Pyjamas. Because it keeps you oblivious to how fat you’re growing. 

I’ve made your lifestyle become a cycle of hedonism and orgasms. I’ve kept all of your most addictive fast food at arms reach all day. I’ve keep you in a state of mindlessness from the constant edging. You’ve become so overstimulated that you can’t even string two sentences together without me telling you what to think. 

Your heavy, round sedentary porker body is overflowing and spilling out everywhere now. And i love occasionally dressing you up in tight clothes and taking you for a walk in the mall to show off my prized bimbo fatty 

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I have lil strech marks forming! Wooo, hopefully they get bigger as I do, been eating out pretty much every day the last 2 weeks

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"OK guys, fine, I'll do a dumb Q&A like you wanted. As you can see, yes this is a photo of me when I started college and this is me three years into getting my Bachelor's." Evelyn patted her huge belly, making her breasts jiggle and spill out of her gown more. "I don't see what the big deal is. Like at all. Sometimes girls get fat, but you guys keep commenting stuff on my old photos like 'If only she knew....' or 'If only someone stopped her from becoming a pig,' or 'Little did she know she'd get too fat to walk in three years'. Like this is way blown out of proportion. I can still walk just fine, look!" Evelyn waddled very slowly to her couch, huffing and panting, holding her belly, every inch of her body jiggling, her oversized ass sloshed from side to side, taking up over half of her couch, so big she when she went to bars she needed three stools and assistance to get on them. At her couch she winced and held her belly, seemingly in pain as her chat posted comments ranging from concern about how bad her health looks, to people gleefully betting on when she'd get her first heart attack.

Evelyn held her belly, sweating a bit as she waddled back into frame, rubbing her stomach as she winced again and groaned in pain, noises gurgling in her abdomen. She belched loudly, said, 'Sorry', then belched louder. She patted her belly a few times, rolling back her eyes and head. "Mmmmm.... oh..... there!" She farted very loudly a few times. "That's better, god I'm so backed up, fuck.... mmmmm....." She bit her lip and read her chat, blushing. "See, I can still walk just fine!" She panted, sweat on her brow. "Anyway, god you guys are so naughty. Seriously fantasizing about me getting a heart attack? Does that turn you on? Mmmmm...... not surprised." She patted her belly and belched again. "I'm fine and no I'm not pregnant! I swear!"

After another few seconds of reading and letting out her gas, she started explaining, "OK, so like--I know, I was skinny and healthy. That's fair. Your first question is why I let myself go but I don't see it that way. I just really love to eat and never got to explore my appetite living at home. So all I do is eat what I want, if it's making me fat, oh well, not a big deal in my opinion." She patted her belly, blushing as she let out a few loud farts. "Oops, sorry..... I can't really control my gas these days. Well, you see how big I am and how much I eat! OK, question two, Would I consider losing weight or dieting? No way! Why would I? Getting really fat is kind of a small price to pay for eating all I want! Question three: Has your doctor commented on how poor your health is, getting so big so fast you must be experiencing health problems. Uhhhh, sure I guess? I'm diabetic, my blood pressure is basically always at my old jogging speed, my hands and feet get numb pretty often and my cholesterol is up to a 520, plus I have so many gastrointestinal issues it's insane. My belly hurts a lot and obviously my gas is out of control. My doctor says my organs are basically buried in fat and my liver is like double its normal size!"

Evelyn read her chat, everyone calling her a pig, gross, a walking heart attack. She let out a little gasp, very horny from reading so many negative things about her and her body. Having once been extremely fit, with a highly disciplined diet and lifestyle. At college she decided to eat whatever she wanted, drink whatever she wanted. It didn't matter, she became addicted to binge eating. "Question four: Am I afraid to become immobile? Not really, my doctor and I discussed this at length recently. I'll get a mobility scooter and even nurses to help me get from my bed to my scooter, and ensure I still get all the food I want. I asked him if being immobile meant I'd have to eat less and he assured me I can keep overeating if that's what I want to do, I'll just continue to fatten up. I told him that's OK with me just as long as it doesn't interrupt my lifestyle!"

Evelyn patted her belly, wincing and doubling over, groaning in pain. "Ughhhhh..... Question Five: Have you had a pregnancy test recently? We seriously think you might be going into labor. Your belly is gigantic. Has your water broken recently? What? No! I mean sometimes when I eat out I piss myself. You guys are crazy. I mean.... I did piss myself two days ago in class but I drank a lot that morning. Same with my belly!" She patted it and let out a yelp of pain. "It's just my organs all buried in fat getting super swollen. My belly is so huge because of all the beer I drink. You guys see me down two or three whole pitchers with almost every meal! That's why my belly..... oh! Ow! Ummmm! Oh god! Fuckkkk no my belly, oh god!" She panted, letting out a few shallow screams between panting, sweating all over. "She reached across her belly, holding it protectively, only to smush her obese tits together, making them squirt milk. "I'm just lactating from my last pregnancy, and--ow! Oh fuck! My boobs are--ughhhh, just milking because they're so big and swollen, that's all! Noooo, my belly's gonna pop, this is it! My heart......!"

But instead she felt her rather filthy, hardly ever washed pussy spread. One of her quadruplets was starting to crown, she felt it, reaching between her legs, trying to push it back in as she hastily dialed 911. "OK, maybe you guys are right! Oh fuck! Um, hi? 911? Yes I'm in labor. Ummmm bring a really big stretcher, I weigh almost 600lbs. ..... Yes, 600lbs, I'm sure." She panted and groaned, belching. "Sorry, I can't control my gas, um..... Yes I need special accommodations, I'm not technically mobile, my doctor says.... I can only walk a few feet before my heart feels like it'll pop! ..... Oh, good, I'm glad you deal with lots of college girls in my boat! Come quick to 477 Mill Street, ummm apartment 6!"

Everyone in her chat went nuts, hearing her weight, hearing her admit to being partially immobile, and doxxing her address on stream. As Evelyn hung up, waiting and failing to push her baby back up her pussy, her chat told her they'd be lining up at her door to force feed and tit fuck her, and make sure her giant gut gets filled with kids again ASAP. Evelyn could only pant and moan, managing to say through another belch, "Thank you guys for everything...."

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Luna Gets the Biggest

You're stuck in bed full-time now, and you're not even pregnant... yet. It's been a year since you gave birth to a record-shattering set of vigintuplets that caused you to be put on bed rest by your doctor only a month in and get up to 1300 lbs. just before you gave birth, completely immobilized by your staggering pregnancy, your pregnant stomach pressing so hard into the ceiling that you were worried you might break through it. You had thought that you'd get above half a ton when you got pregnant this time, but you smashed that barrier with a combination of twenty whole fetuses spurring you on to eat yourself into a massive boulder of matronly maternal flesh and having virtually no significant movement during your pregnancy, stuck in bed, pinned down by your heaving belly, a turtle stranded on her back. An enormously fat and pregnant turtle, for sure. 400 lbs. of baby and amniotic fluid came out of you that day, slightly under a third of your total body weight.

The damage had definitely been done to your body, though. Being 900 lbs. postpartum left you stranded in bed, unable to get up without assistance, probably for the rest of your life. You lost a significant chunk of that, though, "slimming" down, if you could even call it that at this point, to 800 lbs. simply because you could not maintain that weight. Though even your non-pregnancy appetite was the stuff of legend now and your metabolism had slowed down significantly from what it was before your first pregnancy, there was simply no way you could eat enough to keep yourself that heavy. It wasn't even a question of breastfeeding, that alone wouldn't've been able to put a dent in your poundage, you just simply could not eat enough to keep yourself that fat without a clutch of babies in your guts.

Since you now have forty children, your house had now become too small for your absurdly large family and you had to move to a much larger one, having the walls of your room broken down to get your fat ass out of your old one. It was much more comfortable for you, your husband, and your teeming flock to be in such a large house, your children having enough room to play both inside and out, including with you. You couldn't do much. You couldn't even get up on you own power to see them, but your kiddos went over to you and loved their how soft their big cuddly mama was, and most importantly, they loved you. Of course, your new bedroom was much larger than what you were in at your old house, able to accommodate your mass as it was... and if you got bigger.

You and your husband weren't dumb, despite how overloaded your brain gets during pregnancy. You both knew that you were going to get pregnant again, and soon. Even though you're so fat you can't walk, your husband putting another ridiculous number of babies in your belly without incident would be inevitable, and you two chose your new house with this in mind. More room in your bedroom for you to grow and more bedrooms for your ever-increasing number of children. Your house was a mansion, which thankfully your husband was able to afford. How he was able to afford what only very few people on Earth would be able to buy was anyone's guess, but you decided to keep yourself ignorant of that fact in case it was something less than savory. You had more important things to think about, like getting your guts stuffed full of food, children, and dick. The one thing you missed about your old house was the creaky floorboards, but that wasn't really your concern then since you weren't able to walk anymore, anyway.

That did not keep you from thinking about how much of a dumb, bloated, fattened breeding sow you were and were going to become soon again, your entire existence dedicated to nothing but feasting, gestating, and fucking with absolutely nothing else on your mind during your pregnancies, a goddess of fertility in human form. A veritable human termite queen. That was when you were the happiest, and you were going to be that happy again. Both you and your husband were ready for you to grow even larger than even the behemoth you have become now. You're a greedy girl, your size alone made that obvious. You wanted some babies in your guts and you wanted them NOW!

Your husband, solely devoted to you, your children, and creating more of them, was rearing to get at you just as much as you were at him, even though you were a complete whale at this point. He had to do all the work, making you quiver underneath him. He got his jollies out of this, too, your soft body a waterbed of flesh bouncing around with each of his thrusts, you two waiting for his seed to turn your belly hard once again as it swelled with a new brood. Both of you were screaming in ecstasy. though thankfully (or perhaps it was something you missed) your moans and yelps during the throes of passion didn't cause as much of a commotion like they used to, with both your room and your house so big that those screams woke neither your children nor your neighbors, of which you had so much land attached to your house that you basically had no neighbors who'd be able to hear the freight train of fucking going on and make noise complaints like last time (something I forgot to mention).

"Get me pregnant, get me fucking pregnant!" you shouted, thinking of nothing else but your husband and the absolutely gargantuan cow he was going to turn you into with this new batch of children you were so eager for him to put inside you. "Make me massive! Get me all the way to a ton! Make me break down the walls of this room! I'm nothing but a baby factory designed to swell with children, and it's all for you!" the latter an uncharacteristically unselfish statement of you to make while in the middle of the horizontal mambo. You were greedy, and you liked being greedy. Your burning desire to swell enormous with child was driving you to this, but you did it for your husband, too. "Fill me with your seed and your children! FILL ME UP! FILL ME UP!!!" you screamed, about to know pleasure like you had never experienced before. The two of you, like all those other times before, did this for at least a week, keeping yourselves quite busy, waiting for the inevitable outcome.

And that moment was realized. A month after those marathon sessions with your husband, you found out you were pregnant again, because of course you were. You simply could not keep yourself from getting pregnant and turning into an enormous breeding sow. The cravings your new brood gave you had you eat yourself up to 900 lbs. again, your voracious maternity-induced appetite showing itself on your body once more. Your doctor, who had to keep himself from screaming at you for getting pregnant again, just wanted to make sure you were healthy at this point. And of course, the moment of truth you and your husband were waiting for had come. Waiting for the announcement of just how pregnant you were going to be and how massive you were going to get drove you insane, your mind pregnant (heh) with anticipation. Your doctor struggled to get a clear reading on the ultrasound through all of the fat on your stomach, but he got it. Forty embryos had been detected. You were having quadragintuplets. That thought sent you into orbit, having a set of consecutive orgasms on cue, your eyes rolling deep back into your head. You screamed at your husband that you'd get past a ton during the first of those steamy fucks that got you in this state, but now you think you were going to surpass even that. Thank God you got that new house, eh?

At the end of the first trimester, you were the size you were when you gave birth the last time, growing exponentially with each pregnancy. You were 1300 lbs., your belly more than three times the size of your body with forty fetuses inside of it, spurring you on to grow fatter and heavier with each orgy of food your husband helped you push past your lips. Your mind was truly mush at this point, both pregnancy brain and arousal driving you mad and unable to think about anything else other than getting food in your stomach, growing your babies, and lying back with your husband inside you making you scream wildly every few hours. The two of you simply could not be stopped from going at each other, or really your husband since you were powerless to stop him, but holy Hell, did you not want to stop him.

"God, I'm getting massive for you!" you screamed during one of the steamier fucks you had then. "I do nothing but have my face, womb, and pussy stuffed! I'm gorging myself all day long and getting fatter & heavier with your babies! They're making me so hungry I just can't stop! MMMM!!!"

"Are you going to get to a ton and burst the walls of your room like you said you were?" your husband replied, wanting to drive you as mad with lust as possible.

"YES! YES! I'M GOING TO BLOW UP AND MAKE THIS ROOM EXPLODE! KEEP FEEDING ME! KEEP STUFFING ME! KEEP FATTENING ME! KEEP ME PREGNANT! KEEP DOING THIS TO ME OVER AND OVER! MY BELLY WILL NEVER BE EMPTY AGAIN! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

The two of you made a serious mess of your bed, coming down from a high that was simply indescribable. You HAD to keep doing this. You just had to.

The end of the second trimester was even better. Your stomach was now twenty feet above your head, and you still didn't come anywhere close to filling the confines of your room, making sure to make that room as large as possible to accommodate your ludicrous pregnancies. This was not normal, but you were used to things not being normal ever since you first got knocked up with decuplets and ate yourself into an elephantine food balloon. You were truly a hippo. A heifer. Fattened up at the irresistible insistence of that legion of babies kicking at you to keep on gorging. Your husband made good on his promise, keeping you filled up both with comestibles and himself. You obviously couldn't reach around to pleasure yourself anymore. You had that happen before when you got so heavily pregnant you couldn't reach around your stomach, but that became permanent since your got pregnant the third time, with you already so fat and so pregnant that that would never become a possibility for you again. You were burning with a need that only your husband could fulfill because you couldn't do so yourself, and boy did he do his best to satisfy you. Even you two were shocked at how you were able to go at it so many times in one day, let alone at all. Your husband practically never left your side except to order all of your chefs around or bring the children of yours not currently gestating within to you when you wanted to see them or they wanted to see you, marveling at the mountain of a woman your husband had turned you into, knowing that there would be twice as many of them as there are now. Your pleasure was completely at the mercy of your husband, something that actually got you turned on more than you thought it would. You needed him, and he needed you.

Time went both slow and fast for you. Slow enough for you to savor being trapped underneath a boulder of a belly and an avalanche of fat, but it was still too fast for you, knowing that it would all be over in just a few months. You wanted to be this pregnant forever, not wanting to shrink back down ever again. You just wanted to keep a gaggle of children inside of you forever, growing ever larger for all eternity, but you knew that wasn't possible. That thought kept you going during the rare instances when your husband wasn't waiting on you sexually, which you needed constantly. It's a nice fantasy, but it couldn't be made into reality. Or could it?

That thought would have to be set aside for now, though. You had finally arrived at your due date, and just like the last three times, nary a contraction had graced your uterus. Your stomach, hard as a rock even with all that fat on it, surged thirty feet above your head. You were truly nothing but a machine designed for glutting on fattening food and making babies. A complete lack of self control when it came to food and sex got you here, and there was nothing that could be done to stop it, nor did you want to. You were in horny delirium at all waking hours, your babies growing fat in your womb making you wonder how much more food you could stuff into yourself, the hormones they controlled making you salivate at the thought of wiping an all-you-can-eat buffet bare, a one-woman swarm of locusts. And this was all your husband's doing, your mind being manipulated to this extent to crave both food and sex at all hours of the day, and all because he stuck his dick inside you & fertilized you with his seed. Forget about a human termite queen, you were way past that at this point. Your gargantuan body filled with babies took up almost a third of your room now, but still you wanted to get even larger, consequences be damned! A ton came and went. You were more than 2,000 lbs. of breeding sow filled with babies making your bed groan under your weight whenever you moved slightly or even whenever one of your children kicked inside of you. The loss of not hearing the floorboards creek underneath your girth whenever you waddled around more pregnant than ever was more than made up for by this. And it was only going to get better.

The time for your customary induction two weeks after your due date had arrived, and you were somehow even more massive than before. You grew more quickly in that time than you ever had before, your belly rounding out to a total of thirty-three feet thrusting above your head and gorging yourself up to a long ton. You were physically ready to give birth, but not mentally. Not that you weren't mentally prepared for the struggle of giving birth, that wasn't it. Unlike the last three times, you weren't mentally prepared to stop being pregnant. You didn't want to know of anything else but pregnancy, constantly growing until the end of time. You had to figure out how to make that happen, Lord knows you've already accomplished the impossible with a quadragintuplet pregnancy and reaching a weight never once held by a human being before. But right now, your body had to get those kids out of you, and you brought forty new wonderful lives into the world.

Lying there, exhausted from the ordeal of childbirth and just there no being not exhausted from being so fat, you were already thinking about how you were going to get knocked up again, and this time permanently.

Fin

I have reached my ultimate form as a 1 ton baby factory🥵🥵🥵

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just chugged heavy whipping cream mixed with brownie batter and then stuffed myself with mcdonalds and other junk food snacks. i literally don't think i've ever seen my belly so bloated. i feel so huge. i legitimately look like i'm 7 months pregnant.

also i told my friend that i want to get fatter because i like the way it looks, she made us brownie batter to eat raw and put twice as much in my bowl and kept encouraging me to eat more. it was so hot, dude. almost like having a feeder. it's funny because she's chubbier than me and wants to lose weight, and i'm thinner than her and i want to gain it. almost like one of those "switching places" fantasies. i hope one day she'll be even thinner than i am now and i'll be twice her size, struggling to climb a flight of stairs. i hope people see us together and see me as the "fat friend".

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POV: You’re starting your day at work and everything is normal. Busy but that’s normal. Luckily today it’s just you in the office so there’s no one interrupting your productivity:

You need a little “pick me up” around lunch time. You look in the office kitchen and find what looks like a fun energy drink. It tastes amazing and you get a good boost of energy in minutes! So, you jump right back into work.

Another hour goes by and you feel funny. Almost like you’re a little heavier…you look down and notice it:

This doesn’t feel like normal bloating? I guess it’s a good thing it’s just me here or this might be embarrassing 🫣 oh well, you’ve got bigger fish to fry than a little bubble belly peeking out…

You try to ignore it and get your work finished. All while feeling that funny feeling. You try not to look down. You keep fighting your clothes to fit like they did this morning but your belly just KEEPS. GETTING. BIGGER. Rounder. Heavier.

You’re finally leaving to go home and your pants are so tight…well in the places they still cover. Your shirt has given up. Just when you think you can’t expand anymore, your growing round belly proves you wrong. The night is far from over….

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Have my HRT appointment booked for December! Not ideal but it works. Am so happy Arf arf! Been treating myself lots this week in celebration. Puppy been eating lots of food, hopefully she doesn't get toooo plump

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We're sitting on the sofa, your hands resting on my overdue belly. I look down, feeling the tightness of my skin stretched to its limit. I never thought I could feel so overwhelmingly full. The weight sitting on my hips feels unbearable, pulling at my sides and making me so uncomfortable.

You massage my belly all the time now, saying you want to relive me. But I know you just can't get enough of the way it looks, how it feels under your fingers. I wouldn't tell you, but I can barely stand it these days. Every touch feels like I may pop any second. It's almost suffocating, the fullness pressing down, a constant reminder of the life inside me but also of how close I am to finally give birth.

I bask in the way your breath hitches, your pupils dilate as you watch yourself rubbing all over my poor belly. Your lips are parted, your cheeks burning hot and I know you'll take care of me so well after, because you can't hide the fact that it makes you absolutely feral having me like this.

Each gentle push sends a sharp pang through my lower back, I can feel the strain in my muscles. I wince, close my eyes, trying to find comfort, but every kick seemes sharper, as if the baby is pushing against the walls of my belly, desperate to escape.

Hmm, please be careful. I'm so sensitive, baby.

With each stroke of your hands, I feel growing discomfort. The skin on my belly taut and shiny, almost painful to touch. As you press harder, hoping to ease some of the tightness, it only intensifies, making me whimper.

Ah, please, please be careful, I'm so full.

I long for nothing but relief these days, no position can ease the constant pressure inside me. I rest my hands on my belly, joining yours, feeling the life within me and the hurt I carry before I move one of your hands down between my legs.

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(TW: slight slob)

There is something so hot in starting to (involuntarily) make noises as you gain weight.

It's a sweet spot between feedism and transformation. It's like you're turning into an animal. You start laughing, and the fat from your belly presses your diaphragm in a way that suddenly causes you to snort. You blush. It's like you're a pig or something.

You wake yourself up by your own snoring. You're too fat to sleep in a quiet way. You wheeze as you walk. Your breathing is loud.

And then, of course, the best comes after eating. You can no longer stifle your burps and belches, and sometimes even farts. You no longer eat like a well-mannered person. You are an animal devouring your feast.

And maybe in time, you begin to like it. It's still embarassing, but it turns you on anyway. Maybe you let your feeder command you to snort and oink as you eat yet another helping of dinner. Maybe you start smacking your lips loudly as you eat. Maybe you start drooling and licking your lips when you see dessert.

Go on, pig. Don' hold back. Let everyone see how you turned yourself into a fat pet.

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The idea of being someone's cum dump like ughhhh please sit me in front of a mirror and watch you cum drip out of my fucked out cunt... I want to be so full of you and feel it trickle down my thighs...

I'm your personal fleshlight so finish in meeee pleaseee

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Sport ?

Mmh I should stop eating or keep being fed it’s really starting to show… but at the same time it feels so good ugh… I know I’ll exercise when I loose my figure for the moment I’m still good