Jeez, look at you. It takes years and years of overeating to do that to yourself. Are you even able to waddle 500 feet before you have to catch your breath, fatso? *Smirks, moves closer and tips a carton of cream into your muzzle* That's it, drink up... Goood pet~ *thumb in your navel, paw clasped around your overhang, holding your belly and gently swaying it from side to side* Give in to the empty calories. You want to get soooo much fatter 🌀
You know all too well what you have done and what you continue to do to yourself. Every bite and every gulp serves to make more of you. You lie here, anchored by the superbly high amount of body fat you’ve packed on, a percentage trending constantly upward and upward over the years. And it's exactly where you want to be. It's who you want to be. Every pound has been an affirmation for your desire to gain weight. The more you gain, the more you're enjoying it. You never knew how far you would come, but now? Resting, sinking into all of yourself… An ass that's far too large and unwieldy to fit through average spaces. A belly that pools up against the ground beneath you, and spreads… more every day. As you idly consume. Unmoving creature, growing more and more. Exactly where you want to be. With your sunken-in paws, and your draping sagging arm fat, resting upon the sloping surface of your tits, which crest along the sides of your body to your back. Unable to even scratch an itch. That's how buried those paws are. And yet… If that cheek fat would yield enough to show it, dare I say I see… A smile~?
You can't move. You may be anchored here. But your spirit is full of desire. Your need remains. You need to keep living this way. Food is the fuel to expand your body. Your temple. Get fatter. Get fatter. Get fatter. The urges are unrelenting. You are a submerged person, completely engulfed. Anchored. The only way to move now is to expand. Eat enough and your ass shelf will spill further, your feeders will notice. Your belly will expand inch by inch. This is not the kind of movement you were once capable of, a lifetime ago. It is simply delicious though. To wallow in it all. To feel yourself growing. It's not the mobility that others possess in their quickened paces. But it's the only kind that matters to you now. You crave it. You. Still. Aren't. Fat. Enough. Not yet. You don't know if you ever will be. But you are very aware. You are SO self aware. You revel in it.
Sizelust, growth lust... Self awareness.
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#nsfw
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You’ve craved this. Rain falls outside. You can hear it tap against the window. You can't turn your neck well enough to see. You're lucky enough to be angled towards the electric fireplace your caregiver has turned on. It's pleasant. But you have so much insulation already, you’d probably be sweating no matter what. It doesn't matter. You're used to it. You close your eyes. Feel the exquisite heaviness of it all. It feels like home. Your breaths are deep. They have to be, for someone your size. In. Out. In. Out. Every moment like this is bliss. And right now, a rare moment of calm… it's really something. It lets you think for a while. Really contemplate how far you've come. Walking? That's far behind you. What lies ahead? Eating.
Eat and eat and eat… You're so obese it's all you can do. All you can do is lie here and eat. Listen to your feeder and eat. Enjoy the way you’ve gotten so huge, and eat. That's so hot. To know you’ve passed the point where you can do anything else at all. You can remember days when you spent most of the time sedentary but you still had to move. Those days are gone, baby. Now it's all sedentary. You can't get up. Your fat anchors you here. You're so huge. You can feel your heart thumping excitedly, blood rushing to your long-unreachable libido. It's so hot. As soon as your caregiver gets back you know they're going to feed you. They'll keep it coming, more and more, and you’ll just slip into a mindless haze. Binge. Glut. But for now? Now you're so aware of how anchored to this place you are. The way your belly spills off the mattress you're perched on and spreads across the floor. Your weight? You can't even guess. It has to be more than 1,500 pounds now. It has to be. “Hurff… haff… fuck…” The sound of your own wheezy voice is deep. More is what you need. It's what you've always needed. It's all you can do now. Grow.
Content warning: fat fetishism, solo, immobility, breathless. >1,500 lbs
Another short for you horny bastards :3
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CW: Hickies. Writing, nsfw. Fat fetish fiction.
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