#blubberfuck

[morbidlychubese]

You’re basically begging for someone to kidnap you and turn you into a lifeless blob. How does finally taking off the restraints and weaning you off the sedatives once there’s no hope in you ever moving on your own again sound? Letting you go only when your legs are too heavy to pick up so there’s no chance in you ever making it up those stairs. You were meant to be someone’s hog, drugged, fattened to helplessness, and fucked until exhaustion.

CW// Kidnapping

This is dark, like, really dark, but gosh, I love it. Someone literally stealing me from a life of activity and potential to be their forcibly basement dwelling uberblob blubberfuck. Sure, they'd use whatever they would need to capture me, but they wouldn't need much to convince me to stay in that utterly helpless, intoxicatingly hopeless space. Perhaps a restraint breaks early. I wouldn't say anything. Why would I? It sounds wonderful

[caramel-poptart]

Petition to change the elephant seals name to blubberfuck

[morbidlychubese]

Did you honestly think that you could stop gaining? This is what you were meant for. You’re a cow, meant for fattening until you’re unrecognizable. Until your every moment is begging for someone to slide more lard down your throat. You’ll make a perfect breeding cow. Immobile and Pathetic.

I tried so hard. I thought about exercising some more. I thought about resisting the urge to binge on candy and fast food. I thought about just plain watching my calories. But I couldn't. I couldn't even start. The urge for more wormed its way back into my head as a memory that cannot be forgotten. My breakfast yesterday had the same amount of calories as what a normal person would eat in an entire day. And when i thought about going for a walk to burn some of those calories off, the doft and gentle wobbling of my belly stole my attention. And i still coupd exercise, but only to induce that feeling of being famished. Only to see my body melt once more into a puddle of fat. I'm not normal. I need to gorge and eat and get fat and blobby. I need to be someone's fat fuckpet. I need to encourage others to grow as unhealthy and obese as I am. To be fat is my purpose. I can't just let it go.

[morbidlychubese]

a feeder that won’t even consider you chubby until you can’t lay flat or your lard will suffocate you

YEAH!! This is what I'm talking about. Someone who can push me past the point if no return, and still consider me stick thin. I already have a bit of trouble breathing under all my heft, so just the right push, and I'll immobilize myself for some feeder. They coo about how I don't really even need oxygen when I'm this skinny. Too skinny to walk. I really need to put in a 100 or 200 more pounds to really "take care of myself". Top tier sort of feeder. 10/10

[morbidlychubese]

that’s too bad. what would you think about a feeder edging you continuously until you’ve eaten enough to hit 400? you’d only get relief once you’d stuffed yourself so full you can’t dream of heaving yourself up, belly swollen so tightly it feels like it’ll burst if you try. you finally come after the scale dings and start to relax. you made it. your feeder murmurs how proud they are and rubs your tummy to soothe its angry noises of protest and life feel amazing.

only this is the first course and they’re already teasing you again

Oh my goodness YES. I love to indulge in chastity play on occasion, and this would add an EXTRA kinky angle to it. Adding extra motivation to my already very controlling hunger. I need relief, and need food. My belly so full that I couldn't reach if i waggled my swollen arms around. Begging that this feeding will finally be the one that gets me to my highest point. My feeder would see me get to the point of bursting, in more ways than one. Plus, it's practice for when I get so fat, that no one can reach. Besides maybe you.

[morbidlychubese]

giving you a daily mobility test and using it to decide how much to up your intake. oh? what’s that? you can lift your arm halfway? that’s gonna be another 6000 calories, baby. you’re so skinny with all of this movement.

It would absolutely be super fun to make a chart for it. Just seeing how if I'm still about to lift my foot more than 2 or 3 inches off the ground, that's 2 or 3 days worth of extra food I've gotta cram in my mouth!! A feeder could plan on my diminishing mobility down to the very last millimeters of movement, where each minute twitch is another calorie bomb weight gain shake. My head is abuzz with the thought of such meticulous immobilizing measurements

[morbidlychubese]

you’d make the perfect cow for a wealthy feeder, because you’re not afraid to grow as large as they please. of course you’d be absolutely pampered if you’re going to be their plaything. the always on call staff is there to take care of you, bed baths and stretch mark creams from different countries, and always keeping your crystalline feeding tube pumping with chef-made gainers when i’m not with you to stuff you senseless.

it’s absolute pleasure for the both of us, you having a never ending stuffing session and i fucking you senseless every chance i get, wherever i can. whether that’s grinding on your taut rolls to get myself off or letting you suck on something other than the tube for a while. either way, you’re a whimpering mess of blubber. your poor attempts at reaching to get yourself off will be adorable, useless hands trying to get to something you haven’t seen in ages. hell, you can’t see anything over your breasts, so large and swollen that your breaths sound like soft wheezes. maybe if you cried hard enough, i’d suckle their sweet milk to give you some relief. eventually, i’d install a mirror on the ceiling just so you can see how much we’ve ruined your body. you were so tiny when i invited you over, maybe two stretch marks on your little b shaped belly. now it’s spilling over your mattress more every day. your skin begging for a break but we both know that won’t be happening any time soon. you’ve got way too much growing to go.

The delicious mix of pain and pleasure that this asks promises is almost too good for my tiny, little brain. Especially that mirror above my immobilized form. I’d definitely be imbued with abject horror each time I stared at the massive bag of blubber that I had been forced to become, so fat that I can’t even reach the bottom of my stomach rolls. But I’d be so absolutely turned on by the experience oh my gosh. I need to be pampered so, so badly

[morbidlychubese]

stuffing you until you’re panicking over whether your heart or stomach will pop first and then sedating you just enough that you’re still awake and can feel everything but are too relaxed to care. forget the 400s, we could stretch your belly so far gone that you’re at 700 and bedbound the next day. if it doesn’t rip, it would be so large that nothing could satisfy your hunger. all of your time would be spent mindlessly eating and being oblivious to the destruction it’s doing to your body. how adorable it would be to hear you try to form a sentence as your knees are disappearing under your belly. everything is absolutely blissful until i let the meds wear off so you can truly experience what you’ve done to yourself

I do this kind of thing in small amounts already. I love to stuff myself until I can feel my overindulged stomach painfully pressing against the rest of my body. And becoming bed bound after one, long, continuous, and fattening stuffing session. Ahhhh, makes my heart flutter. Stretch me out until I’m begging to be fed aggressively everyday, as nothing can keep the sack of lard sated for very long. I don’t want to know what you’re doing to my body until it’s too late, until no amount of exercise can delay the inevitable. I doubt it would take very long~

[morbidlychubese]

omg mamas, i cannot wait until the stage right before your immobile. helping you sit up and giving you a good five minutes to catch your breath before letting you balance your wobbling form on me as you waddle to the kitchen. you having to turn sideways at every doorframe and still having trouble. squeezing your tummy and ass as you look through our fridge. i just can’t keep my hands off your huffing and puffing self

I think the near-immobile stage is absolutely the most fun. You can literally feel you independence slipping away with every meal. Getting stuck in doorways and needing help to walk around, an ultimately being led to the fridge for what might be the last time. Plus, every time I stop to take a break, to catch my breath, it gives you an opportunity to ti give me a snack. Cause I'm such a good girl who doesn't want to burn any calories she doesn't have to

[morbidlychubese]

i’m so ready to be your full time caretaker, doll. when you’re too obese to do anything yourself, i’ll be there to take care of your every need. suckling from your feeding tube and simply existing under all of that fat will take up all your energy, so i’ll make sure everything else is covered. i’ll change you, bathe you, brush your hair and make sure you feel like the pretty prize cow you are. and after all that’s done, i’ll fuck you until you can’t think straight. until you moan so loudly around your feeding tube that i worry you’ll choke yourself. your entire life is in my hands, after all.

Life has been too stressful and worrisome lately for me to really dig into the fantasies of immobile feedeedom that I dearly love. But this is the kind of ask that really gets my heart pumping.

The life I want to live is laid out right here. Suckling from a feeding tube. Every flavorful sensation entices me to drink more of the unhealthy nector. Being bathed and cared for by another, since my body isn't able to do it by itself. Caring for myself is so hard anyway. And being fucked so hard my brain melts to pliable mush is something I long for.

There's nothing I wouldn't do to be someone's full-time pet blob/pig. Its my ultimate aspiration <333

[morbidlychubese]

the best part of having you as my blubberfuck is getting to humiliate your lardass. i turned off the tube to your stomach and threatened that it’ll stay off until you sit up for me. you don’t need to be able to open your eyes or move your soft lips for me to see the worry on your fat face. you haven’t been able to move a finger in over a year, much less sit up on your own. hell, even when i helped you sit up, the pressure on your heart caused you to pass out, and i’m asking you to get up yourself? you wouldn’t even think of attempting that, except you have no choice. you haven’t been without something pumped into you for longer than two minutes in the three years since i brought you here. so you try, ushering all your strength to use the momentum of your whale body. but it doesn’t work. you barely lifted six inches before coming crashing back down on the roller king sized bed you’re hanging off of. your blubber ripples harder than the atlantic ocean on the night the titanic sunk. fucking hell, i’m wet just watching your pathetic attempts. something like a cry made it’s way around the tube down your throat, you skin feeling like it’s about to burst from the movement. you think i’m moving to turn the pump back on, but all i’ve done is lean down next to your ear. you can hear some, it’s one of the few senses your fat hasn’t halted. “you absolute blubberfuck, do it again.”

FUUCKK, THIS IS SO HOTT. I moaned out loud while reading this. That's how badly I need this. No, I am genuinely destined for this. I don't care about being unable to lift a finger, or speak due to the tube in my throat. All I care about is the fact that you said I could have a tube down my throat so I could eat constantly.

[morbidlychubese]

babes we’re gonna get you so big that even scooting to the edge of that bed is out of the question and too much for your heart to take

I feel like I'm not too far off from this hehe. There's a lot of me, and not a lot of muscle. So, I'm prefectly content with being a helpless, bed bound piggy 🐷

[morbidlychubese]

stressful? love, you need to slow down. all of that worrying isn’t good for a growing cow. we’ll have to work on it until all your thoughts are mush except gaining and pleasure.

Turning my brain into a factory for pleasure and hungry means that I can stop worrying all the time. I can just be docile, and focus on enjoying my expanding body, my growing soft, and my increasing appetite. I need to slow down until I'm at a crawl, until I'm so fat and heavy I'm rooted in place by 100s of pounds of lard <333

[morbidlychubese]

can’t wait for all of my time to be taken up taking care of your storage tank of a body. thinking about all the time it’ll take me to move your king size roller bed to the shower stall made just for it. i have to be careful now, though, because the bottom rolls of your stomach are almost touching the ground now and i don’t want them to get irritated. you skin is so sensitive now from being stretched to its limits that without the hours of care, it would rip from love handle to love handle. i take my time as a soap you up, making sure to get in all the endless folds between your roles and clean out your belly button that i think i could fit my head in if i tried. once i’ve got all of that rinsed off and we’ve washed your soft hair, i pat every inch of you dry to remove the excess moisture. we’ve seen too many times what pain it can bring you. even with me covering your blubber in powder on the daily, you’re still getting sores from your skin never getting a break. just when it thinks you’ve hit a plateau in your gaining, you triple in size. nevertheless, i care for the repercussions of what you’ve ate yourself into. i pat the ointment onto the angry areas and cover them with bandages. i take pads, similar to the ones you have to use since no company makes diapers big enough to fit a car, and put them where one roll sits on top of another, to keep them from chafing each other into oblivion. you’re just as content as can be the entire time, no thoughts at all accept the hose you’re happily suckling from like an udder. no clothing store makes clothes that can fit you, which no one can blame because they’d have to take out a small loan just for enough fabric to cover your deformed by fat body. so i take the time i use to spend dressing you to just admire my work. i critique and fix. two more of the pads to go under your breasts that are still painful and leaking after two milkings. you’ve made me chubby, just from suckling on the delicious lactation when you’re like this. i made the excuse of alleviating some of the pain last time, now i’m just kissing over them tenderly. i can’t get too out of shape or else they’ll be no one to keep you wasting away with open sores and an empty hose. the thought alone makes me want to cry so hold what i can, which feels more like just laying with my arms to the side on a soft floor. this makes all of the work worth it, my beloved blubberfuck. knowing how happy and loved you are.

God, this is so hot. I'm too lazy for showers at my current weight, so having someone to do it for me is an absolute dream. Please take care of me, and I'll get as fat and milky as you want <3

[morbidlychubese]

i think it’s really cute whenever you have typos because i know it’s from your chubby hands

I can't help it! My hands are too fat! I have the biggest phone they have...

[morbidlychubese]

feeding you into absolute immobility before taking the feeding tube out to sit on your face

I would be used to the pressure from all the weight on my lungs... and I'm pretty sure I'd learn how to hold my breath hehe