Here’s a lil casual pizza vid…it’s really all I want rn. Cheese and carbs. Nothing else 🐽🥵 I’m so fucking stoned rn, I can’t even deal with a good caption. Just know that I am full to the brim and horny and fat af 🐽
POV: I’m your spoiled feedee that gets waited on hand and foot.
We met a couple years ago and it’s an understatement to say that I’ve gained weight since we met - I’ve ballooned. I’ve put on a massive 145 pounds since then. I can’t hide it, every bite you’ve pushed past my lips is on display. Everyone sees how much cellulite I have, how huge and jiggly my legs are. My ankles are beginning to look like cankles. My wrists and fingers have gotten so chubby, my old jewelry doesn’t fit. I’ve literally had to upgrade every single thing in my wardrobe, 3 times. Since you’ve enabled me into being lazy piggy princess, everything is so much harder. I have to prepare myself to get up from chairs and my bed. On top of my morbid obesity, I have asthma. I get out of breath unbelievably easy nowadays. You think it’s cute though. You think it’s so cute that you want to see me struggle to do the things I used to do. You want to see how pouty I am when you ask me to do the slightest bit of work. Of course you want the whole bit - a tiny maid outfit that showcases my overfed body. My huge gut hangs over these tiny panties, this “bra” is way too small. This set is a 3X! That would have fallen off of me just a couple years ago. You know that I would never clean or lift a finger, you take such good care of me. OF COURSE all I end up doing is jiggling my belly for you 🥺 I’ve built up quite the appetite, we should go through several drive thrus hehehehe ❤️❤️❤️
I’m too big for my car and it shows 🥺 my belly touching the wheel, my ass is way too wide. I should be a passenger piggy princess🥺🐽 AND my clothes are too tight but they’re all I have right now. My tits are falling out, the sleeves are tight, it doesn’t even cover my belly! I should keep eating and see what happens next 🐽🥵
This red, beaded two piece had me fucking feral y’all. I genuinely look and feel so good. I love grabbing onto my wide, wobbly double belly. My thighs almost touch all the way down to my knees. I feel them rub together with every heavy step. This bikini is tight as fuck and it’s a 3X 🥵. My titties are practically begging to be let out and sucked on - Can you imagine moving my top to the side and putting your mouth on my giant tits? Your hands grabbing me all over, you don’t even know where to start, let alone stop. I love my fattened body just as much as you do, my hands follow yours. I could sit in your lap and let you feel all the fat I’ve piled on. I’d sit facing away at first, really letting you feel my weight, your arms wrapped around my huge love handles and belly. You could jiggle my massive gut and hips all you want. You’d help me turn around to face you, we make out and you kiss me all over. We take a moment to feed me pizza. You put slice after slice past my chubby cheeks and down my throat. I’ve finished an entire large pizza, some breadsticks, and appetizers, you rub my belly for being a good girl, but tell me that we aren’t finished. You bring out my favorite pie with fresh whipped cream. My pussy gets wet instantly, I’m so stuffed but I need this pie. As I lay back, bloated belly on display, I accept my fate of growing more obese for you. You put whipped cream on top and start feeding me slowly. You’re so gentle and I’m so eager to get fatter, it’s hot as fuck. I finish the pie, my belly is the fattest it’s ever been. You’re doing it. You’re making me the huge hottie I need to become. My face has gotten so round, my arms are so flabby…..you can’t wait to see just how big you’re going to make me 🥵🐽
I have to admit that soda isn’t my favorite but I was craving cherry coke and the feeling of being bloated af 🥺🐽🍒
Let me just say that I love getting dolled up just to sit down and be a complete fat ass. Drinking two sodas in 8 minutes wasn’t easy for me but the aftermath is so fucking sexy. I could hear the liquid in my belly while I was jiggling it. It turns me on so much knowing that my body isn’t made for chugging soda. I can’t lie, even the burps are cute. Ugh, the feeling of being bloated and huge is my favorite. I should do this more often. 4 times the amount of sugar I should have for my DAILY intake…no wonder I’m such a big girl. 🐽🥵❤️🍒
I looked so cute on my livestream last Friday 🥺 I was so cute that these are completely unedited hehehe It’s almost like being fat *literally* makes me hotter???
(I’m coming out with a new set tomorrow, these are to hold y'all over 💋❤️)
I’m so baked and watching true crime stories (sorry y’all lmao, turn the volume down if you don’t like it) eating an entire huge pizza (ricotta and mozzarella cheese) in less than 20 minutes.
I’m just a mindless lil pig that needs food in her mouth all day long 🥺🐽 I’ve been so lazy lately, my body is getting softer and my appetite is getting stronger. All I think about is what I’m going to stuff my pretty, fat face with. I love that every inch of me is growing. My arms are getting more cellulite, my belly is hanging lower, my thighs are begging to form rolls.
I need a feeder to dote on me and enable me and massage me and feed me. I need someone to place snacks all over the house so they’re always visible. I’ll become weaker (mentally and physically) and give in to every little high calorie treat you put out for me. That alone would put weight on me but enabling the lazy part of me would also accelerate the gains. Instead of me cleaning up after myself, my feeder would come along and pick up whatever mess I’ve made after stuffing myself. I’d be a sight too.
Imagine us in our living room after we’ve eaten dinner. You fed me generous portions, going back and forth grabbing whatever I need (butter, cheese, etc). My second helping quickly my became fourth time around. I finish my fourth plate, you clean up, and come to rub my full, bloated belly. We kiss and you feel me up but we are far from done. You eye the funnel and look back at me. Of course I want it, I love eating for you. I’m wet af at this point just thinking about how fucking huge I’m going to look after being filled to the brim. I’m impatiently waiting while you’re setting up, I’m so eager to get massive for you. It’s cute of course, you can’t fucking stand it. I’m sitting there in one of our recliners, completely filling it up. Double belly, thunder thighs, double chin but I’m begging to be fed, fucked, and to get a lot fatter. The funnel is ready, you gently place it in my mouth. You cup my double chin, your hands don’t even know where to go next, there’s so much of me now. 4k calories go down my throat in about 10 minutes. I’m a wheezing mess after our feeding. I rest for a few minutes afterwards but I want to go get in bed. You’ve cleaned up again and now it’s time to help my fat ass out of the chair. My hips overflow on both sides, we really need to get a bigger one for me. We know im a needy pig, I raise my flabby arms so you can help me up. I’m heavy, but you do it. I need help walking to our bed, you hold my hand while we head that way. It’s hard but I get in bed, out of breath af. You love it. I’m so out of shape and huge. You lay next to me, rubbing my extended belly and praising me for being such a good girl. I look at you and you know that fucking look; I want something else to eat. You kiss me and ask me what I want. You go to the kitchen and come back with an entire cheesecake. It’s ambitious after a funnel feeding but I didn’t reach 430 pounds by saying no. I eat about half of the cheesecake and I need a break, frankly we are too horny to function at this point. I’ve eaten so much and been so good that you part my heavy legs, lift my huge belly, and start eating my fat pussy. I’m moaning and rubbing my belly, you’re rubbing it too. I move my thigh fat out of the way so you can breath. We fuck missionary because I’m a weak, full pig. You grab a piece of cheesecake and hand it to me. I take it and shove it in my chubby face…..💋🐽✨
I’ve always been like this…a gluttonous girl… I was born this way…born to pig out and fatten up. I wasn’t born to feed myself or have worries!! cares!! a career (ew)!! or bills to pay!! I was born to become a needy, pretty, heifer housewife. Imagine dating me (you’d be so lucky), I’m chubby now but it’s not that bad *yet*. Your family and friends point out that I’m a bigger, curvy girl. You say I’m beautiful and that’s that. We get engaged and I’m around 350 pounds. You’ve put quite a bit of weight on me, people see our engagement photos and they’re *shocked*. Your mom calls you and asks how have I’ve put on so much weight. We’ve only been dating for a year and a half, 65 pounds is nothing. Our wedding day comes and my dress can barely zip. I’ve plumped up to 360 by the time I'm waddling down the aisle. We can’t believe we are finally gonna make our fat dreams come true (lmao). You feed me tons of food and cake at our reception. You keep pushing plate after plate in front of me. You kiss on my cheek, down to my neck and double chin. You begin to gently squeeze my exposed, fleshy arms and tell me it’s time to cut the cake. I’ve eaten so much at this point that it’s hard for me to stand (it doesn’t help that you fed me a huge breakfast that day). Our families see you trying to help my heavy ass up and it’s a spectacle. I’m so heavy and out of breath, you thought I’ve never been prettier. I get up and you help me walk to the cake table. We cut slices for each other, the piece you put on your plate for me is thick and big. Your piece is average, they suit us perfectly. There’s no use in hiding that I love to eat, it’s obvious. Everyone is wondering if you’re doing this to me on purpose as you stuff the oversized slice into my greedy mouth. I can’t help but moan, I’m so full already!!! But I love to please you. I love knowing that you’re so turned on by my morbid obesity in front of everyone. It’s obvious that you not only love my fat body, you love making it bigger. The honey moon comes and we get an all inclusive resort. I’m waddling around at the beach, holding your hand as my support while in my bikini on the beach. Your fit body looks so good next to my lard ridden body, inflated with rolls and stretch marks. We settle on the beach and you immediately pull out the snacks. I sigh and insist that I just ate lunch, but you aren’t having it and you shove food in my face. I stuff myself with my belly bloated and hanging out on the shore. You help me waddle back to the beach house and we fuck immediately. We’re back home and I’m officially 372 pounds. You fed me so well and kept me so sedentary while we were away…imagine how it’s gonna be while we’re back in our new home. You put away all of our belongings while I sit my big ass on the bed and unpack the suitcases for you. My arms get tired, you finish up, and now it’s time to spoil me. I’m hungry, my appetite is insatiable after eating so much on vacation. We have a funnel in our bedroom and we can’t wait to use it. I’ve been in bed all day so you encourage me to go to the kitchen to get some movement in. I need you to hold my pudgy hands while I get out of bed. You help me and I pick out the ice cream I want poured down my throat (Häagen-Dazs Coffee Chocolate Brownie Ice Cream). You get it ready and lead me back to bed. You fix my pillows and set me up to be as comfortable as possible. I lay down, I need your help to adjust all the way. I’m really getting out of breath and having a hard time. After tending to me, you place the funnel gently into my mouth, cupping my double chin and telling me how fat you’re going to make me EVEN THOUGH I’ve gained 100 pounds in a couple of years. We aren’t done. We aren’t even close. It’s too much fun to see me outgrow panties, bras, and every type of clothing I own. Pajamas that once hung off of me, cling to my flabby upper arms, titties, and belly. I have wrist rolls, a soft hanging double belly, cellulite all over, I was meant to grow for you. I was meant to drink this entire gallon of ice cream just to get you off and make you proud of me. I drink every last sip, I’ve been such a good girl. You start kissing me from head to toe. You really can’t get enough of my engorged body. We’ve really done it, we are making our dreams come true. We’re fattening me up to unrecognizable lengths. 400 is creeping up on me already. I know you’re not going to let up, especially as my cravings are getting more intense and as I’ve gotten lazier. I used to go out from time to time but now it’s so hard to get around. I stay inside most of the day but I love visiting our folks. People ask what you’re feeding me and you just shake your head but say everything and laugh. It’s funny because it’s true!!! I love being your piggy housewife, 400 will be here so soon. I can’t wait to hear what they say when the next 28 pounds is added to my little body. I’m the widest person we know and it’s the hottest thing in the world. We fuck and you eat me out, pushing your head through my lardy lil thighs. It’s so hot knowing that all my fat covers you, I love being the helpless, enormous housewife of your dreams 🥵🐽💋✨
This is from one of my favorite streams, my favorite bikini, this look was just so fucking cute. Being a morbidly obese hottie looks so good on my big ass 💋
You’re out running errands for your spoiled pig. I have sat at home and ate my weight in food all day while you’ve been working so hard. (You know you have to keep your income up for your needy feedee, we don’t want me to waste away;)) I know that you take such good care of me, so I decided to make and send you a little video while you’re going through like four different drive throughs lmao. I want you watching this huge body jiggle while you order tons of food from each place; I want you to be *throbbing*. I want you to crave me, to basically run into the living room, kiss all my rolls, and shove food in my face….and that’s just what we do. 🐽🐽
Can you believe what a fat ass I’ve become? I mean look at me. The stretch marks all over my fat gut, the rolls piling on, the cellulite on my inner arms and thighs is out of control - my weight is out of control. It really is, I don’t have control over it anymore. All I want to do is gobble up sweets and empty calories until I feel like I’m going to burst. Nothing feels better than being fat and gaining weight. Nothing feels better than this entire tube of Bavarian cream sliding down my throat, knowing that it’s gonna make me bigger. I’m addicted to gaining, I’m addicted to how soft and wobbly I am. I’m adding two of these to my diet from now on. I’ll show you how much I love it 🥵🐽
Do you like this tiny string bikini??? You can barely even see the strings since they sink into my fat rolls. This pool is meant for a family and I really take up half of the seat. 🥵 I should be hanging out with you while wearing this, in a very public place (with your family and friends).I want your love of my morbidly obese body put on public display. Show the world how much you love this big belly, thunder thighs, and fatty hips. Show me off (with food in my hands ofc) 🥵🥵🥵🥵
I’m your fat little housewife that can’t wait for you to get done with work to have a little snack. I decide to lay in bed and lazily eat and watch tv. We’ve told people that I take care of the house, sure I clean here and there, but my main job is to clear out all the food in the kitchen 🐽 When I’m not pilfering through cabinets or being hand fed by you, I have to resort to getting fast food. You keep me in bed to make sure all the calories I consume do just what they’re supposed to do. My mobility has been affected by this, waddling to get my food delivery is becoming more and more difficult. Hopefully when you get home you’ll have even more for me to shove down my throat. Like I said, I need a cake 🐽🐽
Late night feeling stuffed and bloated… Dreaming of being fattened to the point of concern. Everyone is mentioning my weight gain to my feeder bf, worried that my mental health is okay. Some are concerned that I’m too depressed to leave the house. Little do they know, you keep me lazy, helpless, and overfed. You’ve made sure I have sweets at every turn. My chubby wrists hold snacks all day long. At night, you funnel me and I just keep gaining like crazy. Everyone is shocked. You brush it off and just say I like eating. What a hot answer. Of fucking course I love eating. Like the pig I am 🐽🐽🐽
They say everything is bigger in Texas and I think I’m leaning a lil bit into it 🥵
My new vanity area is so tiny that I can barely fit. I’ve gotten so fat and wide that normal spaces just can’t handle this growing body. I love squeezing and making myself fit, it’s embarrassingly hot as fuck. 57 inch hips will do that I guess 🤷🏻♀️🥵🐽
Looking like a little lazy pig in this shirt gets me going too. My stretch marked gut taking up so much space, hanging so incredibly low, begging to be seen and felt up.
I should be fed in this chair that I’ve outgrown. Teased about how my body engulfs it with my fat and I’m only gaining more weight.
Really in the mood to have my chubby wrists tied up, getting stuffed beyond my limits, eating like a good fatty without any self control. Looking pretty and sloppy in this t-shirt. Helpless, needy, lazy, and self indulgent.
After that, I should be taken care of with belly rubs and fed to sleep. All to wake up and do it again the next day 🥵