There's no coming back from this you know that, right? I won't let you go, and I won't give you an ounce of reprieve from the grease soaked hell that feels like heaven. So shut that dumb brain of urs off, open wide, and eat for me.

Just you sitting your whale of an ass on my lap, accepting an endless stream of calories as I gently whisper in your ear how big, soft, and incapable I'm going to make you. Stifling your wheezing with boost as I bury my cat member deep in between your ass lard~

The repetitive, unhealthy, and addicting routine that's blowing you up and driving our bodies further and further from each other. Watching as I get stronger just by the repeated handling and abuse of your growing fat rolls~

Rock your fat, heavy, and exhausted frame on me, your strong, well toned caretaker. Feel how every lb of dough spills across my firm, rigid muscles while I paw treat after treat into your desperate maw. You can't even fight it anymore, can you?~

So, why don't u bring those tubs of lard over here and give your poor, overworked legs a break from all those indulgent, butt growing choices you've been piling on. An ass that doughy wasn't made for walking and I know a perfect place to rest all those lbs~

I love watching you hike them up, day, after day, seeing your well fed ass sink more DL fabric between ur sloshing, weighty cheeks right before you go to start your day and repeat the same bad choices that got you growing, completely unaware, into a big, soft, lazy, cow~

Another pair of pants down, huh? Shouldnt be surprised, what with u carrying those tubs of jello around with you. That thing wasn't made for squats, was it? No~ not with how every lb just fills what diminishing room is left in and around those poor, abused undies of yours~

Just think about it, lardass. How intoxicating it'll feel that day when you realize you can't sit up anymore, when you can't roll over, when you can't stand. Every milestone reprogramming that malleable, fat fucked mind of yours into wanting more.

Swallowing calories by the muzzleful because you don't know anything more, isn't that right, calorie dump? You've already accepted that your minds too far gone, too corrupted, burdened, and taken over by thoughts of lard and grease. Lbs upon lbs caking your frame with no limit~

Its no surprise you're all soft, doughy, flab though. I've not seen you try to lift your cake packed ass off the couch for anything other than more fat, grease, and lard. Then it's right back to keeping those muscles all weak and helpless. Just what this body needs, huh?~

Poor thing, hauling around that lazy, butter-fed ass must be exhausting. Each fat packed tub of lard wobbling at the slightest movement. I guess you're just preparing for when you can't get off it again, huh? Not even an ounce of muscle buried under there~

How's it feel? To have soft, jiggling legs that can barely carry all the lard weighing down on them. Sweating, panting, and wheezing with every step, and still, you stuff yourself like an underfed whale, helpless to do anything but watch yourself blow up fatter, and fatter~

Every night, finding you nearly pinned to your expanding rear when I get home from work. Knowing that every ounce of my labor, the same labor that's keeping me in the best shape of my life, is propelling you into the laziest form of obesity your body can handle~

You're such a good girl, arent you sweetheart? Keeping this, soft, malleable body flooded with calories, pumped full of estrogen, and resting on ur fat ass for me. You've really taken to the housewife life, haven't u? The state of these sweatpants tell me all that I need to know~

So roll that blubber burdened frame on those back rolls, try not to let your cow tits spill between your armpits or swaddle that chubby face of yours, and open that desperate muzzle wide for me, lard slut.

Look at you, getting all worked up just from having your fat packed frame is being played with~ I'd be doing so, so much worse to you if I could find an inch of gender beneath all this lard caking your fat pad. But I don't mind, and I know you can't stop~

Tell me how embarrassing it is fatass. How you can't see half of what my possessive paws are doing below this well-fed, wobbling belly you've grown. All this lazy, jiggling blubber spilling over my paws. Not an ounce of muscle in there either huh? Impressive, really~

All you've done is gainer pill yourself so thoroughly u can't get off otherwise, so might as well let someone with direction other than blimping urself past obesity take the reigns. Flick that little switch in ur brain off and on like I own it. Just roll over, and give in for me.

Because why shouldn't I have full control? Why shouldn't I decide when you're done? Why should I determine how much lard your body can really handle? Use you like my personal calorie disposal, my soft, incapable, pleasure pillow~

And every time you do try to change, get up, get healthy, u find my strong, capable paws shoving ur lard crippled body back onto ur overfed ass, with a loud, unhealthy *thud*, don't u? You wanted this, and Im going to make sure you receive it in excess, whether u like it or not~

Too wide to squeeze through doorways, too heavy to run, too lazy to get up, and far, far too fat to do anything, except eat. You know this, yet every day, youre funnelling fat, grease, and sugar down your muzzle like you can't stop~

You just can't help it, can you? Day by day, waddling your fat, lazy ass in front of the mirror, bigger, fatter, and even further gone than the day before. You've screwed yourself into a positive feedback loop of that in the end, is going to leave you helpless~

Do you even have a stopping point? I mean really? Or are you just going to keep blowing up like a calorie dump and thats just something you'll deal with "when you get there"? Because I know you're going to get "there". I just don't think you know just how far that is...

Or are you just that weak willed? Always so desperate, teetering on the edge of spiraling deep into helpless obesity. Well, by the looks of these udders, fat, lazy milkers, and all these side rolls that pile up when u bend over now, I think we know the answer to that, don't we?~

So, u just let yourself get shoved, bullied, and fed into a lardass then? Because I didn't see anyone force u down on that fat ass of yours, jam a hose in ur muzzle and start pumping u full of lard. At least, not when this first started. Now u practically beg for it, don't you?~

God, you're turning into such a whale. You didn't think it would go this far, did u? Precious love handles practically burying your waistband, this fat, sensitive overhang, covered in stretch marks, spilling over where your crotch should be. Someone really did a number on u, huh?

Having a roommate was tough at first, he was always up and about, leaving his sweaty jogging outfits around, but I think we managed to find some common ground after I started helping with his protein shakes. It's all about compromise, really~ Amazing art by @/64Monstercans

They did! Someone is playing a prank on me or something I stg 😒

Just give in. Let the last bit of will power you have crumble and be a precious innocent bystander, as you, and the world watches your lithe frame gradually blow up into a beached whale. Trained to grow like a dumb, obedient dog. Eating and sleeping on repeat. Now, go eat boy.

You've just cornered yourself into a loop of fattening, huh?Horny because you stuffed yourself, and stuffing yourself because you're horny. And every time u get sense to break out, the bad influences you've surrounded yourselves with shove your ever growing frame further back in~

You don't even consider yourself a gainer, youre just in a downward spiral where every rung is a lesson in gluttony. Poor thing ate yourself too fat to see ur own gender looking down in the shower, too fat for ur undies to not leave marks, too fat to run a block without sweating~

Watching yourself heft rolls upon rolls of soft, jiggling lard onto the scale in the mirror. Creaking under your calorie abused frame. Today was a light day you think, only 1000 calorie excess as you try to hike your boxers turned panties out between ur blubber packed asscheeks~

You try to fight it, I know~ but for every day u save 200 calories, theres another where an extra 1000 get packed on ur increasingly jiggly hips. Just give up. No more diet. No more workouts. Just all the food youve ever wanted, strained buttons, and a fat, heavy, wobbly ass to~

How's it feel? Getting heavier, and heavier with every movement. Stamina waning day after day. Every step, becoming more and more burdened by lard as you walk, waddle, then are rolled further, and further down the path to crippling obesity~

Poor thing kept these cheeks so full of lard and kitty dick u can hardly see over them anymore,isnt that right fatty?Dont worry though, we dont need u seeing past ur fat-swaddled muzzle to swallow. All that hose sucking is going to make u good at the only two things I need u for.

*My paws drifting down to ur lard encumbered, fat, ass cheeks, firmly griping blubber between my digits*Every lb making u weaker, heavier, more docile..If my intentions were anything but benevolent, I could ruin you *My big, bristled tongue licks up the side or ur chubby muzzle*~

*Ur breasts flop down and wobble like pudding as my paws linger to ur overburdened hips* if u werent so well pampered, there might be hope to find some muscle here, thank god we keep that pile of lard u call an ass parked for 12 hours a day, huh? Swallowing down ur carbs~

*hefting up two, overfed tits in my paws* I can't believe these used to be pecs... Now look at them, muscle so buried in plush, sloshing blubber that you'd make any girl jealous... if you weren't also stretching every pair of undies you own to it's limits~

Little collation of the past few posts 🐅

*Warm, heavy cream begins to fill ur cheeks, my paw clamping ur muzzle tight around the gushing hose* This is a good look for u...*I hold my phone on selfie view in front of ur muzzle*Just a soft, lazy, hungry cow sucking on its hose. And the thinnest you'll ever be going forward

*Leaning over u, pressing deep into your lazy asscheeks* would you like that, cow? Hook my pile of overfed livestock to its feeding tube for a 2nd time tonight? *U feel a thick nozzle press to ur lips* I can feel that lard swaddled heart of yours struggling. U want it. Now, open~

*I spread ur 2, overburdened, flabby orbs*U sure there's undies in here blubber butt? All this lard keeps spilling through my paws I can't find an ounce of fabric *I slap a single, expansive cheek, making it ripple up ur frame*maybe some more time with the hose will get then off~

I think I'm going to do some daily release, cohesive posts and then at the end of 5-10 posts, just collate them into mini-stories. That'll be more sustainable and fun given my schedule now meowthinks. :3c

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