ooughhh. Mm-moreee~

*huff* SEE! NOT A HOUSECAT. I *wheeze* am an apex predator! *Pant* I'll be feeding again in no time! After...after I find some fitting pants.

I AM NOT DOMESTICATED! Y-yes my claws are gone...yes I nap a lot...and then usually get up just to eat...y-yes I walk on all fours too...only cuz getting on my hind legs is hard! Whatever. I'm going to check my food dish...

Just *gulp* a few more *gulp gulp* and he's done for *gulp*. And after *gulp* this dumb *gulp* fox helps me *gulp* up.

Whf! I don't even know how this happened, but none of my pants fit and this dumb fox is still smug as ever. Whatever though, I'm still in control and stronger. Idk why I'm so hungry now though...

I really don't think a bigger fox is ever a bad thing and I think this one would look cute having that smirk wiped of his face

And all you'd think was I got a little distracted during our conversation, not thinking anything of it when I offered to take you out for dinner as an apology ❤️

And I'll relish in the moment you realize, just moments after an embarrassing defeat to do the most basic task, that youre starved for more. Pleading for me to help you. And believe me, I'll over deliver on your request~

Let you try to complete a single task unaided, letting you go with just a bit less food one day, watching you panic when you realize there's too much fat, you're too heavy, too exhausted, and too wide to accomplish it~

The ever increasing portions, my paws using your newfound flab like it's always been there. You'll only start to worry when I give your metaphorical leash a little slack~

A gentle blessing in your mind, slowly turning to an indulgent status quo. You don't mind the couple extra pounds, just a testimate to your unwavering caretaker. You begin to like it. Stability. A foundation to let your guard down.

All I need is a foot in the door, and I know before long, you'll be too weak to hold it shut. Itll be slow, growing closer, swaddling you in affection, devoting myself to you with seemingly no strings attached, leaving ur wreckable figure ignorant to my game of love and sabotage~

My eyes dilate, or my near constant, neutral expression turn to a slight grin. A studder, a pause gone on too long, or an exhale just a bit too warm when I suggest putting a couple lbs on you~

You want to know what went through my mind? That moment when I realized your potential...all it took was the faintest falter in will, a drop of blood in the water between us, and if you had paid more attention, you would have seen it~

To all of ya'll that are comin in here and liking my fat feline art. YOURE RUINING MY TOUGH GUY ATTITUDE! Quit it! 😭

So...why don't you do what you've been so dutifully trained to do and get up.Go get more food. And eat till I find you lying helpless, pathetic,and even fatter than before. So just give up your control, because you've already gainer pilled yourself into an unwinnable battle.

Because this is a one-way street, fighting doesn't let you go back, only slows down the inevitable, lazy, lard swaddled and fat buried future you're barreling towards~

The goal weight ticked higher when you passed the first, and higher before you even hit the second, till eventually it was just "more". Isn't that right, lardass? You've fallen so far haven't you? And there's so much further to go still~

Inch by inch, your hips expanded, ounce by ounce, your pecs melted to helpless moobs, lb by lb, your belly rolled over itself, and day by day, your thighs closed the space between them. And it only got worse, didn't it?~

And just like livestock, you grew, and fattened, and were kept so, so docile in your frenzy of calories and sugar. Face routinely smattered with grease that you couldn't do anything but watch, and feel as gravity began to overtake your body~

But maybe livestock is more appropriate, hm? Because after that you were desperate to give control away. To have someone you trust use your body like a landfill to pump as much lard into as they please. Nevermind your limits, you were addicted to the game~

You have them control and you watched them abuse it. And you liked it...despite your best effort, all that unintentional mental reconditioning you were coaxed into all turned on you in an instant. And now you're stuck, like prey ready to be hunted~

Just that last forceful nudge by a "friend" and now you're center stage in Every. Single. Feeding that you conjure up in your mind. Someone who told you sweet, honey dretched lies that they'd maintain control for you, just for a moment~

But it's not harmless, is it? Just slow enough progression that you didn't notice the growing danger until you were deep inside it's proverbial maw... A single stuffing, encouraged by someone far too eager is all it took to set off the trap, isn't that right?~

But not you, right? Youre in control. Nevermind the neurological pathways you've been inadvertently nurturing every time you imagine sex, fat, and food together. So what if you occasionally imagine yourself being the one fattened? It's harmless~

It started so innocently, didnt it?A mere tool you had a firm, unwavering grip on.Just something to finish you off, right?A silly, little game you'd play in your mind.Growing, bigger, softer, watching others blimp out of control as they ruined their figures without consideration~

My totally not suspicious amount of Dubai chocolate just arrived

L-look, this just just a temporary setback! As soon as I get back on my *pant* feet...that fox is so done for! Just need...a few more gulps to get my energy back *huff* I swear!

*puff* *wheeze* wh-where am I going? Uh...just *pant* f-for a walk. Escaping? N-no! I just thought I could- o-oh... I'm get-getting the hose? I'm really not *huff* hungry tho...back to bed? Hhh a-alright🥵 Taj sometimes tries to feed the wrong people...

Especially when every time you have an ounce of willpower to turn this around, I'm there with an overburdening amount of empty calories and heart stopping grease to flush those thoughts far, far away. Just fall into it, stop fighting, and eat.

Your rolls spill over each other, butt doesn't stop jiggling even when stationary, and thighs force you into a waddle and still brush together? What hope is there, really?~

You couldn't stop it when your love handles were only a little pudgy, butt only jiggle for a little, thighs didn't rub, and chest didn't bounce with every exhausting step. So what makes you think you'd have a chance now?~

Every lb, every extra moment your underworked body wobbles, every additional inch your atrophying muscles sink below the surface is slowly and steadily stacking up against your chance of being that thin, althetic person you once were~

Just lifting ur oversized,usable ass is a chore in itself now, huh?Seeing u struggle and fight ur own lard fucked frame, & also see it drive u deeper into obesity. Cuz thats whats driving all this. Ur soft, sensitive, encumbering fat that u have no say in how it weighs you down~

Bite by bite, pound after pound. Like a snowball rolling down a mountain, piling on weight, expanding heavier, picking up speed with every rotation...it's still getting worse, isn't it?~

So when did it happen? When was the start of...all this. Because you used to be so, so thin, weren't you? Almost athletic even. Then something just...snapped, didn't it?~

So I got on a plane today and saw a suspicious amount of furry coded ppl traveling and turns out, I'm accidentally at BLFC! If any of y'all wanna meet up or something tomorrow night hmu ^_^

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.