#make me massively obese

[bulkbrit]

I hope everyone is looking forward to the Fattening Season. It stats so soon with Thanksgiving and goes right through to January 2nd.

Time to grow and bulge and overindulge!

Remember, no limits, no regrets.

[bulkbrit]

Forward planning.

No limits, no regrets

Get in piggy your new immobile life starts now, you were never meant to leave your bed and now you don't have to ... ever, your going to get so fucking fat

[bulkbrit]

Belated Happy New Year

Enjoy!

[bulkbrit]

Happy Tummy Tuesday everyone.

Now, who wants to help make me massively obese? No limits, no regrets. Just added blubber and folds to f…!

[bulkbrit]

It’s too hot today to get dressed. Best just to stay naked, drink shakes and order take out

[actuallyitschunkagain]

My tummy is growling again but I’m being brave about it

[bigfatbob4you]

Dear FFAs:

If you aren’t

1) teasing me about how fat I’ve become — pointing out my wobbly globular gut, noting that my moobs are bigger than your boobs, marveling that my arms are bigger around than your waist;

2) telling me about how much fatter you’re going to make me — going from 450 to 500 to 600 and beyond, dreaming of a triple digit waist measurement for me, or envisioning how my warm soft fat will engulf you if I’m on top of you; or

3) taking me out to dinner at the buffet, filling my plate over and over partially to save me from burning any calories by having to get up myself, partially because you know which foods are the fattiest, and partially because you love picking out everything that I’m going to stuff myself with before you have to help me up and watch me slowly waddle out, a massive of jiggling flab until we get home where you’ll rub my poor distended belly until there’s room for you to funnel me full of WG shake and follow that cycle all weekend…

…why not? Let’s GO!!!! Fill up my mentions and inbox with how you’d fill me up. Maybe you can be the one to live out your fantasy…and mine…

[bulkbrit]

Tummy Tuesday time again!

[gobbletilliwaddle]

Actively looking for a Dom Feeder.

Anybody wanna piggy to fatten up?

[actuallyitschunkagain]

I never had a chicken Alfredo lasagna before for some reason I thought it was gonna be something super different but I give this 7/10

[lovely-ari]

Cw/ Intox kink

I'm in a voice chat with @tubbybunnysblog while we're both intoxicated and they're stuffing their massive gut with Oreo smores, and then the entire pack of the Oreos itself.

I swear seeing this massive ball of lard actively getting rounder. Belly a taut ball. Moaning, belching, panting.

They're wobbling their fat pork belly infront of me and god...I wanna help make them so obese. I want that belly 100...200 lbs heavier...

lszjsjss were gonna see this tomorrow and just be....omfkfkf

[bulkbrit]

I’d love to have a bodybuilder feeder.

[bulkbrit]

What an amazing body. I aspire to be this and so much more.

Gluttony, eating 750g(1.65lb) cake in under 10min

[actuallyitschunkagain]

Just a lil midnight snack

Now I’m done posting for tonight.

[fluffybellyhog99]

Love my giant fat belly hang and even more that it keeps happening more and deeper oink oink

[bigification]

Big Bears Beer

"Oh... I think I might have gone to the wrong place. Sorry." You tell a large bear of a man as you double check the address your agency sent you.

"You're here for the photoshoot right?" He asks you.

"Yeah..." You look up and meet the man eye to eye.

You jump for a moment. The man looks exactly like your manager, just buried under a couple hundred pounds of fat and a bushy beard. It's clearly not him though.

You eye the man up and down. He's massive, like American trucker stereotype kinda fat. And he has a big bushy beard with thick dark hairs from his chest, if you could even call those man tits a chest, poking above his collar. He seems like a far cry from the slender, well groomed men who usually run your shoots. In fact, everyone in the studio seemed to be similarly obese and hairy.

"Great, come follow me." The man says as he turns to walk away.

You struggle to hide the disgust on your face as you watch the man waddle in front of you. Your manager is gonna get an earful for setting you up with a bunch of obese brutes. But you go along for now because you need the money. Your manager said it shouldn't be a long shoot, so you tell yourself to get in and get out as fast as possible.

"Here grab this and go sit on the bench." The man says as he hands you an open beer bottle.

You audibly scoff when he offers you the bottle. It was getting hard to hide the anger and disgust in your face. Why would your manager set you up for a beer commercial, shouldn't some overweight middle aged dad do this. You roll your eyes and snatch the bottle from the man. They couldn't even bother giving you an empty one, or at least one that's filled with water. You wince as the rank smell of the beer reaches your nose.

You sit on the bench in front of a fake floral backdrop. All the negative emotions showing in your face disappear when you put on a super fake smile for the camera.

"We're just gonna need you to take a swig from the beer." The photographer shouts from behind the camera.

Everything in you wants to smash the beer bottle on the ground and walk out, but you need the money. You turn your face slightly away from the camera and lift the bottle up to your mouth. You brace for the disgusting taste of the beer to enter your mouth, but you relax slightly when you notice it doesn't actually taste so bad.

"Perfect! Love it." The photographer yells.

The camera starts flashing, and it feels just like any other shoot you've done. The beer is even starting to taste good, so you keep going. You barely even notice the fact that your clothes are starting to feel a bit tight, especially around your stomach and thighs.

"You're looking beautiful, big guy!" The photographer continues.

A warm feeling fills your body when he calls you 'big guy'. That dude is massive and he's calling you big guy, that must mean you look really buff right now. Wait, when did you care about being buff. It doesn't matter right now, you're focused on the shoot. The pressure releases in your stomach when buttons start pooping off your shirt, and the same happens to your thighs when your fly rips open. It feels good being able to just relax instead of sucking in your gut all the time, like other photographers make you.

"Stop holding back on us, we want to see the real you!" He yells.

You tilt the beer bottle completely vertical, that'll show them. You feel the cold breeze on your skin as your clothes begin to rip to shreds. Your big gut and broadening chest pop the last of the buttons on your shirt, and your thick biceps rip right through your sleeves. Your widening ass tears right down the back of your pants, and your tree trunk sized thighs shred the remains of them.

"Really let that bear out!"

One last surge of growth flows through your body. Your beer gut doubles in size, sagging into your lap and obscuring your thick cock. Your soft pecs swell into full on man tits that rest on top of your gut. And your ass thickens once more, now filling out all the space on the bench.

"I said I want to see the bear. Let him out!" The photographer yells with passion.

As you reach the end of the bottle, you feel a strange sensation covering your face. An intense itchiness erupts all over your fattened face and even on your thick neck. You can see the growing mustache tickle your upper lip as you drink, and the wiry hairs of your beard scratch your chest. Though the new warmth on your face is now contrasted with the coldness on your head as the hair thins, which leaves you looking much older than before.

"He's almost out, let go of your past and embrace the bear!" He yells one last time.

As the last drop touches your tongue, that familiar itchy feeling spreads all across your body. A forest of thick dark hairs now covers your arms, legs, back, gut, and especially your man tits.

You finally pull down the beer bottle, now making it look tiny compared to your hulking body. You look over at the familiar faces behind the cameras and smile, you're part of a family now.

"There he is. I knew it would be a good idea to set you up with this gig." The man who greeted you at the entrance says with a devilish grin.

"Now hold up the bottle and point to it, then we can finish up the shoot." The photographer asks.

"Soon I bet we could go international with this beer."