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This is the type of friendship circle I need 🙋🏻‍♂️

This meeting of the Fraternal Order of Fat Men shall come to order …

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✨About last night…✨

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I wonder what I’ll be able to do to my body this year🤔

(March 24 - Jan 25)

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Body by ✨Cheetos✨

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What he said 🤞🏻

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you know this the smallest you’ll ever be right? Between the additives in the fast food you’re gorging yourself on, the addictive feeling of your gut, thighs and ass swelling around you - you’ve trapped yourself to be a cautionary tale of when a kink takes over

And all in less than a year

Love it when you guys write my own✨ smut✨for me

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I just can’t help getting fatter, it’s inevitable 🤭

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Happy Holidays 🎅🏻

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Shower Time 🧼

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The little bite of the lip is ✨everything✨

I absolutely love jiggling and admiring his massive belly 😍

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A Short…ish Story

The Dream of The O’Beast 🐄

Ever since he was young, S had always felt a strange, almost magnetic pull toward cows. Not just in the way people admire animals or marvel at their size, but in a deeper, more inexplicable way. There was something about their sheer bigness—their massive, round bellies, their slow, contented lives—that made him ache with longing. He would watch them graze in fields, their massive bodies heaving with each breath, their enormous, soft eyes full of an almost serene satisfaction. He wanted that. He wanted to be big in the way they were. He wanted to feel full, to feel the weight of his own existence pressing against the earth beneath him.

S didn’t know when it began, but the desire took root early. As a teenager, he started dreaming about being a cow. In his dreams, he would wake up in a lush field, his enormous belly pressing against the soft grass, contented and full. The more he thought about it, the more the idea grew. He didn’t just want to admire cows. He wanted to be one.

But how could he? He was a human. He couldn’t transform himself into an animal, no matter how much he wished. But there was one thing he could do: eat. He could eat and eat until his body grew to the size of the animals he adored. It was the only way, he thought. If he filled himself up, filled his body with so much food that it could grow to the size of the animals he loved, he might feel the satisfaction, the fulfillment, the peace he saw in their eyes.

So he began. It started slowly—one extra plate of pasta at dinner, a second dessert when everyone else was done. But soon, it wasn’t enough. He found himself stopping at fast food joints on his way home, stuffing his face with burgers, fries, and milkshakes. His body began to expand, his waistline thickening, his stomach pushing outward, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. He wanted more. He needed more.

Months passed, and the weight piled on. At 250 pounds, he no longer looked like the lean, wiry man he used to be. His clothes stretched tight over his growing body. His once flat stomach now jutted out, round and soft, an unmistakable sign of his increasing size. But it still wasn’t enough. Not yet. He wanted that sense of heaviness, the feeling of being completely full, of existing in a body that matched the grandness he felt inside.

By 350 pounds, S could barely walk without feeling his belly sway with each step. His thighs had thickened, rubbing together with every stride. But there was no fear, no shame. There was only the euphoric pull of the dream—of becoming a massive creature who could simply exist in the world, unbothered by time, by expectations, by the opinions of others.

He learned how to cook in bulk, making giant portions of casseroles, stews, and pasta dishes. He ate in front of the TV, watching nature documentaries about cows and other grazing animals, while he devoured his meals in between bites of pizza or cookies. Each bite was an affirmation of his choice, a step closer to realizing the dream he’d nurtured for years.

At 450 pounds, S could barely recognize his own body. His belly now hung over the waistband of his pants, soft and round like a cow’s. His chest was swollen, his arms thick and heavy with the weight of his own indulgence. He found himself fascinated by the way his body moved—or rather, how it didn’t move. He had to roll his body from side to side just to shift positions in bed, his flesh spilling over the edges of his sheets. But there was something undeniably beautiful in this. His body was full—he was full. And in this fullness, there was a peace, a quiet satisfaction that spread through him.

S knew it wasn’t just about the food—it was the feeling of becoming. As his body grew larger, so did the connection to his dream. He wasn’t just eating anymore; he was transforming. His movements were slower, his breath heavier, his stomach so big it felt as though it could burst with the sheer weight of its fullness. But that was part of the thrill. The satisfaction of being so utterly stuffed—like a cow contentedly grazing, its belly full of the earth’s bounty.

At 600 pounds, the world was a different place. His body had become a living, breathing testament to his desires, a constant, sensual experience. Every chair had to be reinforced to support his massive form. Every doorframe felt like a challenge—could he fit through it? Could he push his body past the threshold? But in those moments of struggle, when his body couldn’t quite fit into the world designed for smaller people, S realized the truth: it wasn’t the world that was wrong. It was him who was right. He had chosen this. Every pound was an act of defiance, a declaration of the sensuality he’d always wanted but had been too afraid to fully embrace.

By the time S topped 800 pounds, he had reached a kind of transcendence. His body was beyond comprehension—so large, so soft, so sensual—that simply existing in it felt like a work of art. His belly, once just a swollen mound, now cascaded over his lap, hanging heavily, jiggling with every movement. His chest was a deep, rounded expanse, his face now soft and full, his lips plumper, his eyes darker with desire. When he moved, it was like watching a slow, graceful wave—a body rippling with soft curves, every inch of it heavy with indulgence.

Even the smallest tasks had become a struggle. He could no longer walk without assistance, and getting up from a seated position took effort, but S didn’t mind. In those moments, when his body pressed against the cushions of his oversized chair, when he felt the weight of his belly pressing against the arms of the seat, he felt a rush of pleasure—a rush that went beyond the physical. It was a feeling of ultimate satisfaction, of giving in to every desire he’d ever had.

And as he looked at his body in the mirror one last time, S smiled. He was complete. No longer bound by societal expectations or the limitations of a smaller frame, he had transformed into everything he had ever dreamed of. He was heavy, yes—too heavy for most chairs, most clothes, even most beds—but in this softness, in this sensual, weighty form, he had found something more than mere existence. He had found fulfillment. Every curve, every roll, every pound was a victory. And with a contented sigh, he leaned back, letting his swollen belly settle comfortably against the armrest, his body the perfect reflection of the life he had chosen to live: a life of indulgence, of pleasure, of freedom.

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✨I am an Artist and my Body is my Canvas ✨

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✨Date idea✨

I take you to the gym and watch you get all sweaty, struggling with every exercise. You’re such a fatass, getting out of breath even during stretches. Watching all that fat jiggle as you attempt to run on the treadmill, embarrassing yourself in front of everyone, turns me on so much. You’re just too irresistible to me. Maybe I should just order food and let us finish our “cardio” at home.

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It’s been a good year���