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Patreon Exclusive: "Face It, You're Getting Fatter"
🕑 Added 2025-04-17 18:17:15 +0000 UTCHere's a real short piece that is a patreon exclusive and part of my "Face It" series of shorts.
Enjoy!
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Just look at you. Damn. You were fat before. But now? You’ve just completely given up haven’t you? No more gym for you. That last trip was one too many. You can’t handle that kind of humiliation anymore. You’re just too soft in mind and body- especially body.
Holy shit. For real, look at how much fatter you’ve gotten. Face it. Your body is out of control now, and that’s exactly what you wanted. I’ve seen the way you eat. I’ve seen the way you keep asking me for me.
Say it. Tell me you want me to make you fatter.
That’s right. I need to hear it. I need to hear the yes. Tell me yes. Tell me you want this and I’ll give you everything you want and more.
Yes. Yes was what I needed. And now this whole thing is sealed. You can keep eating to your fat heart’s content, and you’re going to keep getting fatter. It’s all you’re doing now. This is what you wanted. So eat up, fatty. Eat up and get fatter.
This belly has already had so much food in it. That’s why there’s so much blubber here. That’s why those abs you used to be so proud of are long gone and never coming back. It’s hard to believe that this gut has any room for more, and yet we both know that it does. So let’s keep stuffing it. I’ve got another bowl of mac and cheese and a bowl of cheesy chili both working on the stove, but I already brought a box of doughnuts that you can dig into right here. What does it matter to you if you eat dessert before dinner, fatty?
You’re just a hungry helpless piggy aren’t you? Manners don’t matter. Feeding times don’t matter. You’re just used to being fed all the time, and you always want more. So have more. I’ll always be here with more.
Look at your legs. You’ve got two fat feet with little sausage toes. And your calves and ankles are coming together. They’ll be cankles soon enough. Look at your thighs. They’re so thick. So soft. My hand is sinking into this buttery fat. It feels like a pillow. Just the slightest touch and they quiver. Was that a soft little moan I heard? Yes it is. You love my touch. You want more of my touch. Don’t you? Yes. Yes you do. That’s right. Keep saying yes. Thank you. I love the feel of these thighs and of the buttery buns of your blubbery butt. So soft, so squeezable. You’ve got two big mounds of fat back there, so bouncy. You used to be able to bounce a quarter off your ass, but now they’re just loose, saggy orbs of flabby flesh. That just defines you now, softness. Fat.
You’re like a marshmallow, a big fat pillow perfect for me to rest my head on. It’s funny to think of how slim you used to be as compared to the massive fatty you are now and the absolute blob that you are becoming. You used to move so well, so gracefully, and now you’re just sitting on your fat ass waiting for me to feed you another entire bowl of mac and cheese.
You’re so fat, and you’re getting fatter by the day. I’m going to help you achieve your dreams of being as fat as possible, and then we’re going to have a lot of fun together.
Let’s get you filled up with food, and then we’ll get these already tight clothes off of you and get into bed.
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And if you'd like to see that bedroom story, you can read the sequel to this story "Time for Sex" right HERE if you're an Even More BS member.
