I love your body (Feedee/WG Encouragement)

[Weisco]

I love what you’ve done with your body.

 

You have really been packing on the pounds recently, huh. It’s only natural you get as fat as you are now with how much you eat and how often you eat. You must be pretty hungry to put away all that food in your stuffed gut and ask for seconds. All of that fattening, greasy food just oozing down your gullet until it rests in your bloated gut where it all gets digested to become more fat.

 

You’ve practically been eating pure lard with the things you eat, sweets, sugar, fat, you gobble it all up like an obese pig. Not that there is anything wrong with being a fat hog, after all, you want to be a big fat cow, don’t you? That’s why you eat so much. That’s why you’re eating so much, probably stuffing your greedy little face right now as you’re reading this, like an obese oinker. You’re probably going to keep eating too much way past now. That’s fine, let everything go, let yourself be what you truly want to be, a massive fatty.

You want your belly to grow and grow, to develop rolls and flab, it gets so extended after a huge meal, but that’s the best part. Seeing the big, distorted belly really is amazing, feeling it with your hands, how taut it is, how much fat there is, how soft it is, how it wobbles after you shake it and wobbles for a while after you remove your hands. Just a big ball of lard to play with and enjoy. Just imaging how much bigger it will get after a meal excites you and makes you want to eat more.

 

So eat, eat, and eat some more, until you are morbidly obese, until you can’t see your toes, until your fat gets in the way when you move. You want that, don’t you? Not just to be a massive piggy but to eat, you love just giving in and eating whatever you want, it doesn’t matter if it’s fatty, or sugary, or filled with lard, because you like it when food is like that right? You like it when your taste buds are overwhelmed with flavor and you let that little voice in the back of your head whispering for self-consciousness go away and you fully enjoy the meal before you.

 

Some people might stare and point at you, see you as you become fatter and fatter, greedier and greedier for food. Let yourself forget about everyone else as your mind only focuses on one thought and that is to eat until you are a stuffed cow. Your body would be so overwhelmed with lard, your shirt would ride up on your belly, letting the whole world see how it wobbled and swayed as you walked. Your legs would get so fat that you would have to waddle, your thighs so filled with cellulite that they rub together and jiggle whenever you take a step. You’ve probably already noticed how parts of your body are soft and jiggle so easily, but imagine how much more softer you can be, how much more warmer you could be, how much your whole body will jiggle with any movement.

 

You would be so heavy, your fat weighing you down, it’s sort of like one big hug all over your body. The weight you would gain would probably cause a couple problems in terms of furniture and getting around. First you might break your chair, your thighs and butt spilling over the sides and back, the chair creaking until eventually it gives up on holding your enormous weight and collapses, sending you onto the floor, but you hardly feel it, the padding on your butt is just so encompassing that all you feel when you hit the ground is your massive body jiggling all around you. If you keep up this gain you’re not going to make it through doors anymore, your sides just too wide to make it through the doorway, maybe you could even get stuck and someone would have to help you get out, then you would go back to stuffing your face until you could never fit through the door again.

 

Your clothes would always just be a little bit too small for you, you’d keep upping the sizes and you continue to fill out the clothes and then some. You burst out of clothes, a button pops, maybe you bend over and rip your pants, always straining the seams of whatever you wear, a fat whale trying to play dress up. It doesn’t matter how many sizes you went up in a month, you don’t care that it’s getting harder to find clothes that fit, all you want to do is keep eating, and that is exactly what you should do.

 

Imagine how you’ll grow as you eat, your arms would be covered in fat, your hands would have little sausage fingers, it’ll be hard to do things for yourself, you’ll be completely at the mercy of someone else who will have to help keep you fed and rub your belly. You get out of breath after the shortest of trips, having to take a break even after waddling to the kitchen to get a snack. Always heavy breaths and plopping on the couch after returning from the kitchen to eat whatever fatty food your stuffing yourself with now.

 

You’re always hungry and always eating, and all you can do is eat an eat, devouring pounds of food and digesting it into more lard and fat on your body. I want you to eat, I want you to get so fat you can’t even imagine, I want this because I know deep down that you want that too, that you crave it. You want to get fatter, you want to eat, you want to eat until you can’t anymore. You want to eat until your fat takes up the couch and nothing fits you anymore. You want to eat because you want to be fat and full and happy. And that is exactly what you’ll be.