I’m very happy with my gaining progress
But I need to get a LOT fatter.
Genuinely shocked how fat Brenda has gotten in the last few years
Doin’ my best, hon
That’s a boo-tay to be proud of good job @brendakthedonutgirl you come a long way my friend you got this.
I love when someone whose been gaining weight obliviously suddenly notices that they’re so much hungrier lately, and that it takes so much more to fill them up, but they don’t put two and two together and continue to gorge themselves anyway, just means they get to enjoy more food.
Like: “huh, a personal pizza just isn’t filling me up lately….. guess I just need to order a bigger size!” Meanwhile their clothes are clinging to their newly plump body, bursting out like soft gooey dough.
Like I love the idea of the weight gain loop, someone indulges too much, so they gain weight, but now they just need to eat more, so they do and gain even more weight until they’re constantly eating and ballooning faster and faster, until they can’t stop even if they wanted to. When they do notice the weight it’s too late, they’re stuck with a demanding gut and they’re too out of shape to work off the weight, plus eating and indulging feels too good anyway, so they keep at it, learning to love their obesity and enjoy the gain.
I love this 💕
Get in the car tubby, you have eating to do. I know it’s a long ride, but there’s plenty of snacks in the back for you. And we’ll hit every drive-thru on our way up. I promise I’ll keep you full, stuffed ideally. Cruising up the freeway, I’ll keep one hand on the wheel and one hand on your belly, making sure you’re always eating. You’ll have all the burgers and fries, chicken nuggets and shakes, ice cream and pies that your greedy belly can handle. And then more. I’ll pull over and rub your belly whenever you feel stuffed, coaxing and teasing until you can keep eating for me. I want you so full that I have to roll you out of the car when we arrive, so full that your pants have no chance of buttoning back up, so full that your shirt doesn’t fit over your swollen, round, bulging belly. Finally you’ll stumble inside to the couch, where you can nap until it’s time for dinner. And then at the end of the week, we’ll do it all again and see how much more food I can pack into your growing gut after a solid week of stuffing you senseless.
It was always like this. Even after she’d been eating all day, even though it was clear she couldn’t take another bite, he’d always insist on one box of cookies with milk to finish off.
She lay there, pinned to the double bed by her now gigantic fat body, the result of just a few short years of out of control eating which he encouraged and then took full control over. She was bombarded by a seemingly endless stream of calories each day, becoming less and less concerned by the upward climb of the numbers on the scale, only thinking of when the next meal was. The descent into pure gluttony complete, he never let a moment go by without her having food in her mouth. Now cresting 850 lbs, she hadn’t moved in months, she simply lay there and ate and let him pleasure her and himself. He loved to lose himself in the endless expanse of lard her body had become, but more than anything he loved pushing her to the limit every night.
“Just one cookie. For me?” he cooed as she struggled for breath having just finished off twelve cheeseburgers and a gallon of ice cream.
“N..no…too…*gasp*…full, *huff* no…no more” she protested, but she knew he wouldn’t let up.
He pressed the cookie to her lips, sliding it across from one side of her mouth to the other.
“Just one.” he repeated, watching her will power crumble before him.
She moaned as her breathing quickened…she opened her mouth and he crammed the doughy sweet in and followed with another as she frantically chewed.
“M…more..“she panted, desperate to finish the pack. “more!”
“Good girl” he said as he continued to push cookies into her conveyer belt style.
“You’ll be 900 before you know it” he whispered in her ear as she gasped for air
“And you know it’s not going to stop there”