In a society where thin is in, I gotta say that my pussy gets so wet thinking about being wobbly af, gaining weight, and saying fuck you to normal standards. I mean, how could someone see this big, jiggly belly and not be turned tf on?? The stretch marks that absolutely cover it, especially around my deepening belly button. I love how gigantic my thighs are, as wide as they are long, fatty af and covered in cellulite. In fact, I love wearing skirts and shorts out in public to show off wow massive they are. The fat on the back of my knees, the faint stretch marks, the dimples…I love it all. I love seeing people stare in disbelief that I could be confident enough to wear tiny outfits…they don’t even know that it’s going to get so much worse. My belly was so flat, I was so thin. I’ve gained so much weight, piled so much useless lard onto my petite frame, but I can’t get enough. My calves are actually starting to get rolls, my wrists too. My arms have cellulite! I’m becoming the overfed oinker I am meant to be. I long for the day I get to show off all this fat on a 500+ pound frame, belly spilling onto my table like a mountain of flesh. I just need a feeder to let me sit in their lap like this, feeding me a ton of empty calories, gripping up on my double chin and fat cheeks while food goes past my lips. I want to be teased about how big I’ve gotten, how much I’ve let myself go, and how much fatter I’m gonna get. 🐽🥵