#supersic

[bxstia23]

13 years already, I simply miss you and every day more, I curse that day, but now you will be teaching others how to shine, and taking care of us from above, thank you sic ❤️‍🩹

[greedygirlmarie]

rolls on rolls

[blobification]

I cannot wait to be able to add a third photo at 650 pounds. I want to be absurdly, grotesquely obese. The sooner, the better.

[fluffybhm]

Omg Somtimes I can't belive how soft I become🥵👀

[amid-fandoms]

OH YOU GET MEEEEE DAN AND PHIL EDITOR YOU GET IT

[petiteandkind]

“There’s only one thing that makes you fat, and that’s food.”

-Dr Christian Jessen

[vladdyissues]

But what if Vlad did develop Hartman hips?

I... was not expecting him to look this good 😳

ETA: before and after gifs

[sergle]

i've litchrally been going crazymode listening to Maintenence Phase, which is my current favorite podcast, and i highly highly recommend it if you like informative podcasts about debunking misinfo around the wellness/health/diet sphere. it's also just really fucking funny, Michael Hobbs and Aubrey Gordon are great hosts and i love their chemistry together. i'd say "if you're a fat person, you gotta listen to this shit" but honestly i don't even need to be that specific, i just think it's good listening in general. like actually, i think skinny people with or without fat friends would greatly benefit from hearing some of these episodes.

[greedygirlmarie]

hi i’m new here

[chubbychiquita]

part of my feedism lore is that before i realized that it was an integral part of my sexuality i was like, fascinated with fat people reality shows/documentaries. tween me was openly obsessed with tlc shows like "my 600lb life" or "half ton killer"

[ross1fum1]

13 years, always with us🤍

[mage8]

I'm surprised that they actually gave (any) editing control to someone else on this video. Post hiatus DanandPhilGames really is a brave new world.

[copiouscouples]

Season 3 Episode 5 Bridgerton Rehash Part 13

Season 3 Master List

[dead-d0lls-everywhere]

[alternative-ffa]

Your wet burps; escaping from your gluttonous belly echoed on the walls. You were over 800lbs, but you weren't aware of that. Once you had hit 500, and outgrew the scale, you stopped caring what the number was. God only knows what you would think if you knew just how much weight trapped you in your bed.

But would you care? You binged every day... getting constant deliveries at the door.

You could barely get out of your bed. If it weren't for the handle hanging from the ceiling and your bariatric walker, you'd be trapped, and unable to get the food that's delivered to your door. But this concept excited you. You wanted to be trapped. Stuck on your bed due to your morbid obesity.

The only issue was loneliness. Yes, eating constantly, rubbing and massaging your fat, was such a pleasure that you didn't even mind the loneliness. Until you were so full that you'd do anything for female attention. Stuffing yourself to an extreme was a pleasure in and of itself... but what if there was a sexual opportunity? What if there was a woman who loved how fat you were? Who would feed you and rub you and fuck you?

You shook the idea from your mind. After all, it was impossible, right?

You couldn't even reach your dick. It was hidden under the fat of your crotch, like a button on a pillow. And even if you could dig through the fat to reach it... your belly prohibited it. Hundreds of pounds of belly fat reached to your knees... there was no way to reach under. You'd eat to the point of a coma, imagining what it would be like to have your dick sucked as you lay there floating in and out of consciousness.

Your imagination was adequate... but not good enough to really experience it in your mind.

You burped again. The noise aroused you. But you kept floating in between consciousness and unconsciousness.

You knew there was no chance, but you tried to reach your dick. You began to rock your body back and forth to get momentum to roll on your side. You wanted to touch yourself desperately, and you groaned and grunted as you tried to roll yourself. Once you were on your side, you dug under your belly. One hand tried to pull the belly fat out of the way, while the other desperately reached for your crotch. You began to elicit noises of frustration. You needed to touch yourself, you wanted to ejaculate. You had always been able to do it before... but your weight gain kept increasing. You had reached the point where you couldn't touch yourself anymore. A scream of sexual frustration was released. You couldn't reach.

Your only option? Continue to eat. Fill yourself with calories. Become so full that the sensation alone aroused you to potential completion.

You won't be able to finish yourself... but didn't you know? Your appetite, your gluttony, your extreme desire to become as fat as possible... it was your choice.

Becoming so fat that your dick became an undiscovered country? You never thought of that as an eventually. But, it aroused you.

You can't touch yourself... but you have enough fat that you can jiggle the fat pad covering your manhood. You grab the fat around your dick and jiggle it as much as you can. You feel the fat rubbing against your penis... and you speed up your efforts. Your legs shake with pleasure, and the thigh fat jiggles. Those rolls making up your thighs begin to wave into the fat of your crotch. You keep the motion going... desperate to ejaculate. And suddenly you succumb to the pleasure of cumming. Moans escape your lips as your hips buck with fulfillment.

You come back to reality... satisfied.

Except... how are you going to clean your cum covered crotch? You can't reach it.

But that's a problem for later.

[itsallaboutthebirds86]

Crying at the height difference