sweettoothsweakness

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Its what she wants

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You know this is permanent, right?

You will never be able to go back to the way you used to be. You probably don't want to anyways, right? The damage you've done to your skin by adding so many stretch marks to your body will never go away again. All those deprived fantasies of the hundreds of ways you want to be fattened will never leave your mind. All those habits of stuffing yourself, giving in to your cravings, they'll never fully go away. That realization that you'll probably never be fully happy unless you're morbidly obese will never go away.

This is just a phase permanent. It'll only keep getting worse better. It'll ruin you make you happy. You can always never go back. You're so embarassed horny about how fat you're getting. You know you should really lose gain more weight, right? Just think about how unhealthy exciting it is.

Eat.

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i love watching people slip further and further into desire.

I love watching them Give in.

It only gets better when an already hungry little thing needs only a little bit of encouragement and reassurance that the results would be so very welcome to dive into.

You're reading this, likely, because you can't stop indulging your curiosity. Your desire to be involved in somebody's inevitable, indulgent, and rewarding obesity...maybe even your own. 🐽

Watching bashful nights out, asking for the box, turn into eye pulling, plate clearing, dine out feasts, ordering a second entree to go. "The fridge is broken." "We're working on the kitchen" The silent doubts of the servers and dinner party as they can easily tell that not a bite will survive to sunrise, when you eat like that in company. 🌭🥡🍕🍜🍔

Watching your flat stomach, toned arms, beefy, muscular, or modestly soft, curvy, chubby, fat shapely body, whatever it once was...a product of simply living your life....transformed into a statement, maybe even a warning. Not a body of form and intention but one of consequence. One that is a result of your most hedonistic choices. One that is stacked and layered with hundreds of pounds of your own pleasures. One that is fatter than you'd ever believed you'd allow.

To spill out of your wardrobe, to eat up and challenge waistbands and seams. To change the shadows and contours of dresses and jackets and shirts and pants all because of the new angles revealed by your softness. To have to invest time and effort into building a wardrobe that can actually cover all the softness that you hold dearly to your frame.

To see trim or modestly chubby arms be eaten into pillows, inconvenient for any action other than comforting or self feeding, those that contest with an apron of a gut that spills out as rolls and handles in hips and the back.... As not even the hanging softness that gravity claims can displace all the excessive, impatient indulgence in the form of fat.

A pad consumed by your corpulence, making it near impossible to find the parts that once were used to pleasure you. Not that you could ever reach over that gut again. Only toys and special assistance could ever put contact on whatever you've buried under it all. So helplessly deep in that only the pleasure you get from gluttony can serve as aphrodesia to you now.

Don't you want that?

You're still reading.

You do. 🐽🍰🍩🍨

Admit it. Only eating past that little voice that urges a pause, a caution, a stop, will get you there. Give in.

Did you hesitate to add to your order? You'll thank yourself when it pays you back as new stretch marks, heavier breath, or more defined gut. Give in.

Did you stop yourself from finishing your plate? You're almost there. If you're not stuck in the chair before you start eating, you have room to grow. Give in.

Did you go to bed without being stuffed to aches? You're not eating enough in a day if it's not a challenge to carry your meal to bed. Add some snacks, or a whole other meal. Give in.

Did you eat and gorge yourself until you couldn't find a doorway your hips didn't meet? Wouldn't that be a milestone? Keep eating. Give in.

Growing is your priority. Trade away your mobility and self control to become an embodiment of your pleasure. It feels good to be your fattest self. Give in.

Read every bit of literature that encourages you to eat yourself fatter, and program your thoughts to revolve around that goal. Give in.

The addictive joy of being your fattest, laziest, greediest, most indulgent self, will melt away the pressure of the challenges of being fat. Give in.

Most of all, what I want is to see you grow.

Share this if you want to see others get fatter, share it if you want a reminder of why you do this to show up on your feed more often.

If, even after all this, you still struggle to give yourself that push...I'm here.

I'll make sure you slip into desire just a little further than you thought.

I promise. 🫦

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When piggy knows that showing off just how enormous she's grown is going to get her stuffed and fucked until she can't eat or cum anymore.

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Enjoy it, piggy. Enjoy the looks the workers at each drive through give you while you're still stuffing your face with food from the last place we went to. Enjoy being able to ride passenger with me at all because it's only a matter of days now before you're just too fucking fat to fit into the vehicle, let alone waddle your huge ass to the door.

When u decide to stop at every drive through along the way.

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Yes you will, piggy. Because you just. Can't. Help yourself. 😘 You fucking need it.

Just make me fatter and fatter, ill do everything you want me to do

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Trapped and Hungry

At this point, the restraints on your wrists and ankles really aren't necessary anymore. Any muscles that you would use to escape or even move have atrophied to uselessness. Your huge body is now pure lard, sagging and jiggling and heaving with fat. Your arms and legs are useless bloated protuberances of lard incapable of exerting any effort whatsoever. Your huge belly rises up in front of you obscuring most of your view of anything below your giant tits. New angry red marks cover your body from your skin stretching and expanding against the hundreds of pounds of excess lard pushing it apart and forcing your body, ever so slowly, to expand towards its limits.

Your breathing is ragged and heavy, wheezy from your lungs having trouble coping with the sheer mass of fat pressing down on them. Every movement requires intense exertion from you, leaving you sweating and panting even from the slightest twitch of your bloated limbs.

And as uncomfortable as slowly being crushed to death by your own obesity is, there is one feeling that overwhelms everything else: HUNGER.

You're always hungry. Not that this is new, of course. You don't get a body like yours without being hungry but it's always getting worse. As your body expands, slowly crushing itself under its own excessive fat, it demands more and more food to survive. You can't seem to ever feel full anymore, always feeling a gnawing, aching hunger deep within your fat belly.

This hunger consumes your thoughts almost constantly, haunting you. Images of food, fantasies of eating. The taste of food on your tongue, the sensation of grease sliding down your throat. The feeling of chewing, of swallowing, of satisfaction. The warmth of food filling your belly. All these images and sensations cycle through your mind constantly, driving you mad with hunger.

Every moment feels like an eternity of starving as you wait for me to return with more food for your ravenous body. Every second feels like torture as you desperately wish I was there to feed you.

And all this thinking about gorging yourself like a pig, of eating and growing fatter only triggers another sort of hunger within you.

Thoughts of food quickly turn to thoughts of me feeding you. Of my hands gently pushing food into your greedy mouth. Of my fingers gently caressing your body as you eat. Of my teasing voice, praising you for being such a gluttonous pig. These thoughts send tingles throughout your fat body, triggering a burning heat within your core. Thoughts of food quickly turn to thoughts of sex as you fantasize about me touching and pleasuring your huge, useless body.

These fantasies keep your mind occupied as you wait for me to return with more food. You fantasize about me rubbing your huge belly, squeezing your flabby arms, fondling your huge tits, caressing your soft face. You fantasize about me kissing and licking and fucking your countless fat rolls. You fantasize about me worshipping your huge, obese body.

And as your fantasies reach their peak, your daydream is interrupted by my arrival with more food, and the immediate knowledge that those fantasies will once again be made a reality as I quickly began feeding you.

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"Don't stop, piggy. Your belly is getting so close to brushing against the floor and I need to see the look on your face when it happens. Need to feel how much it makes you quiver, hear how much it makes you whimper, and for you to experience just how much more obsessed with you it makes me."

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So badly? Or so good? Because that big, stuffed belly looks exactly like what a good piggy would do to herself 😘

Piggy stuffed herself so badly today 🐷😍

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How am I supposed to think about anything else now? With the notion in my head, with seeing how deliciously, enormously obese you've become while I am at my fittest ever...proceed to fill that greedy mouth of yours, eating while you still wobble ontop of me and I won't be able to help but cum all over us again...

Imagine me on top of you, your soft cock in my belly button, you helplessly pinned beneath my huge, heavy body 🥵 I giggle at our contrast and it makes my belly wobble, so you get harder and harder until you can fuck my belly button 😏 You can’t help but thrust into my soft belly over and over again until you cum all over the both of us 🤤

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The way your eyes can't help but roll back just feeling how soft you are, how fat you've grown...🤤

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I just want you to be so addicted to getting fatter that the moment I put food in front of you, it’s enough to make you wet and picturing where all those calories are going to go on your body.

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Goals for all of you wonderful gluttonous piggies out there. You could learn from this girl 😘

i knew i’d outgrow clothes but measuring tapes?? wasn’t on my mind 😅

belly bigger than 60” 🤭

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I love this. I tried to respond with words but all I could muster were a bunch of hearts. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️‍🔥

Hi, just found your page, I love your cozy aesthetic, body positivity, and your wonderful softness!

Your bio mentions that you're a feedee and enjoy stuffing (very good choice of kink btw, lol), might I ask what some of your favorite aspects of feedism are? Like, are you more into the soft side or teasing side of it? Do you have any fantasies that you really enjoy, such as outgrowing clothes or being fed? Do you mostly enjoy being big and soft or do you also like leaning into that stuffing kink and seeing how far you can push the limits of your indulgence?

Hope that's not too much all at once, but I'd love to hear your thoughts, haha

Hii. Thank you ❤️🥰

It made me smile since you said "good choice" since you don't choose a kink 🐒 it is just part of you. For better or worse, it makes you different.

Yes, I am a feedee and love stuffing and eating.

Btw, I actually love both aspects of feedism you mentioned, the sweet and the kinky part...The problem is that many people don't understand the difference between erotic teasing, done at the right time with consensuality on both sides, and random insult. (Huge turn off)

I really enjoy being fed,belly rubs,cuddling being super full...Cuddles in general! I'm a really cuddly person.

I also love outgrowing my clothes, in fact I had to change my wardrobe often even though I am glad because it was very exciting to see/feel my body too fat for them! I especially love the belly pressing on the clothes.

I really love being fat, like I love my body now more than ever! I have really achieved a shape and well-being with my body that I have never achieved before! I feel like a sexy fat goddess! I also love to put on makeup and enhance my curves in clothing or lingerie.

However, I also love to be indulgent and eat until I burst! I really like to feel my belly expanding and the explosion of flavors in my mouth. I love trying new things, but also eating my favorite foods.

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I absolutely can imagine just how heavy it is and yet I still want it heavier 😘

Can you imagine how heavy it is 🥵😘 also listen to the sound it makes when it plops 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

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Loving that look of bliss. 🥰 Piggies need to be kept this way.

Funnel feeding 🐷🐷🐷🐷