Tessera

You're going to eat yourself into nothing more than an assortment of fat rolls to fuck, a fat pad to use, and a muzzle solely meant for adding more inches of warm, jiggling blubber to them.

Not when your moobs are fatter than the biggest tits you've ever seen on any girl, not when your dick is totally swallowed in useless lard, your ass gets wedged in every doorway, or when these big, lazy, fucking thighs never separate again~

You're already so far down this road that there's no way out of it. Every, metabolism fucking, bite you let get pushed past your lips only enuring that you Never. Stop. Growing~

Every step, wobbling ur overfed fat pad that's fighting your thigh blubber for space between your legs. Every waddle, gently rubbing ur stretch marks together, all perpetuating the very thing that is slowly, but surely blimping you up further~

Stretch marks growing softer, bigger, and more sensitive each day. Brushing together and sending little reminders of just how fucked you are to your poor, buried nub of a dick, sunk in the results of far, far too many stuffing sessions~

And the only thing up for debate is whether your body will blimp up to catch up to the weight your brain is eating like, or if it's just never going to stop getting worse, and worse, and worse for you~

Growing more, and more sensitive stretch marks, because your little calorie addicted brain is operating like it has a much, much bigger kitty to feed~

Even though ur body is at its limits, starting to turn down every single function isn't meant to shove more soft, malleable fat onto your body, its still falling behind~

Because these jiggly, fat swaddled thighs of yours clearly have been taking after your ass cheeks by the amount of stretch marks youve been collecting on them~

And if they're not fighting you working out, they're turning you on, making you shovel more, and more greasy, buttery junk down your muzzle~

Besides, those big, wobbling thighs are so, so heavy these days, aren't they?~

Fat rubbing against fat, making sure that your growing ass stays big and lazy, because anything more than a slow, labored waddle will give you a rash~

Every lb, burying your poor, underworked, and overfed leg muscle under more, and more blubber till they can hardly bend~

Because youve barely given ur body a break, haven't you? Your last binge session, still turning into more encumbering lard on your frame, pushing your thigh fat closer, and closer together, when another days worth of calories comes flooding in~

It would be one thing if it was muscle, but these lazy piles of dough haven't seen much more than walking to the buffet and back, haven't they? And with the rate you're going, they won't see much more than a waddle soon enough.~

But you didn't even manage to squeeze those sad, overworked jeans up that far this time, did u? And what caused it? These fatty, undefined, blubber coated haunches you keep trying to convince yourself are for anything more than storing more and more fat on ur calorie fucked body~

We both know how those big, lazy piles of lard you're forced to haul around with you these days are so greedy to take the brunt of your weight~

Or maybe it was your ass, again? Pants stuck, right at the base of your doughy buttcheeks, refusing to let you shove another lb of those wobbling, blubber caked buns in.~

Your hips outgrow that poor, constrained waistband? Causing your doughy, breeding cow coded love handles to spill up and and over your jeans?~

Really? You've blown through another pair already? Pff, of course you have. What caused it this time? Wait, don't tell me~

So just give in. Get that big, underwork ass of yours up. Fill that desperate, hungry belly you keep encouraging, and then roll your doughy frame back in a soft, supporting bed while you hopelessly try to reach for whatever it is you're so committed to burying between your legs.

Till one day, you realize you haven't gotten off without eating in months, your own, threatened immobility is all you find attractive, and worst of all, you have zero intention of stopping~

What started as something in your total control, slowly, falling out of your softening paws as the weight piles on~

Meanwhile, every time you have even the slightest doubt in your mind, being pushed, coerced, and persuaded by all the bad influences you curated for yourself when you were too horny and gainer brained to do anything but pave the path for your fat ass to get even heavier~

Day by day, watching yourself balloon, bigger, fatter. Thighs close together, hips expand wider, and wider. Slowly watching more, and more stretch marks litter your helplessly expanding frame as your little problem begins to consume your entire reality~

Looking down at that big, soft, stuffed mound of belly fat you just overfed with empty calories. Thinking about nothing more than how much BIGGER you could grow. How bad and out of control it could really get if you just gave in, and ate~