Look at these thighs so wide now they rub with every movement. So heavy they shake when I try to stand. It’s getting harder, so much harder hihihi for them to support everything I’ve become. Every time I stand, they tremble under the weight I’ve built. Every step feels slower, deeper, harder...

The weight presses down, deep into my legs, and each step feels like dragging two soft, trembling pillars of flesh behind me. And still… I want more 🥵🥵 I want to feel these thighs swell until they touch all the time, no matter how I sit, no matter how far I try to spread them. I want to keep growing. I want to feel them press together so tightly there’s no space left. I want my legs to give in completely. I want to sink under my own body, and never get back up, I want to feel them collapse under me, useless, soft, round, overfed 🐷 I want to lose my balance because they simply can’t carry me anymore. But I can’t get there alone. I need to be fed. I need help becoming too big, too soft, too slow. I need you to feed me. I need you to fill me. I need to be spoiled, stuffed, swollen... My belly is tight, but my body is still asking for more. My thighs are sore, but they’re not done growing. I want to be ruined. Ruined by hunger, by fullness, by the weight of it all. I want you to push me to the point where my legs just… give up🥵❤️ I want to feel them tremble, burn, and finally sink, buried under softness I couldn’t have reached without your help. So please. Feed me. Spoil me.

Let my body become everything we both want it to be, Unmovable, unbalanced, undone. Don’t let me stay like this, make me heavier. More helpless. More needy...My thighs already shake just from standing… imagine what they’ll do after the next feast you give me🥵🥵🐷