I often just lay in bed naked gripping my belly, vibrator on my pussy, reading all the encouraging, sweet and disgusting things you all send me 🤭 a few simple encouragements and I’m starving like I didn’t eat 10 plates 5 minutes ago.

Gaining isn’t really stressful when everyone’s so encouraging. It’s less mind over matter and more, let’s turn this fucking brain off completely. Straight into greedy slutty mush. Don’t think, don’t worry, just eat, enjoy.

My gain is the product of me and a community of wonderful, awful hedonists who want to see what new cool tricks my fat body can do 🤭 so yeah. I lay in bed. With a pile of snacks, trying to decide if I’ll let myself cum or if I have to eat all of my snacks first. Usually I just end up doing both and waking up in the morning with a wrapper stuck to my tities. Oops. But no brain. No thoughts. No worries. Just enjoy.