The husbands in the fitting room waiting for their wives LOVED me 🥵🥰

yes, piggy, it is. eat up 🩷

me and who? 🖤 onlyadeline.com

two years can make a big difference. I’ve gained about 110lbs since I started 🤤🐷🩷

So big and getting bigger

ok yes i should say something more cogent, sorry i disappeared for a bit 👋 i took a little break after getting all those death threats in february, came back and posted a few things on my sites, and then proceeded to have the shittiest most depressing month of my life 🥲

i've been getting more involved with the physical rescue aspect of the cat rescue i volunteer with and unfortunately a significant amount of the outcomes aren't as positive as we'd hope. although emotional resilience is something im working on, my mental health providers and i agreed i needed to take a break from anonymous internet threats and insults while i took some time to compose myself and grieve

fat highlights from my time away:

- it's nearly impossible to find biohazard suits in 5X

- car seatbelts, especially in the back seat, have a hard time buckling over my belly + hips

- sat on shower stool too hard, cracked bathtub

- ate a whole 8-12 person baskin robbins ice cream cake in one sitting

important mini kink conversation (4.5 i guess)

it is GOOD to have kink centered PLATONIC relationships. people that you can discuss with, people you feel safe with, and people that you are not engaging in kink with.

these are the people that HELP you.

help you grow, learn and educate yourself.

HAVE KINKY PLATONIC FRIENDS

Concept: Feedism Thruple

Two people start dating, fall for one another, and become comfortable enough to confess something: they're both feeders. It's a curveball, definitely. Neither of them are feedees in the least, and they're not interested in mutual gaining. What to do? Their relationship is perfect aside from this, but it isn't something either of them can deny.

So, they discuss the possibility of adding a 3rd to their relationship: a serious feedee. Someone who is ready to completely throw ambition aside and basically become a doted-on house pet. The couple can have their feeder desires fulfilled, they maintain their loving relationship, and the feedee gets to be double overfed.

After a little while of searching, they find someone perfect. All three have been chatting for a while, they've met up a few times, and they're all in agreement for the feedee to move in to the feeders' house.

It begins immediately. All parties are eager to start. The feeders make sure their feedee is eating 5 full meals per day, with snacks. The feedee is completely adored. Hand fed, encouraged, caressed, just spoiled beyond belief. The arousal that builds as feedings continue is unrivaled. Absolute euphoria.

The effects of such infatuation on all sides is...startling. In just a short amount of time, the feedee has piled on weight like crazy. With food and attention in excess, their body can't help but swell to more than twice the size of either of their feeders. Every need and desire is fulfilled. They're enabled to be the ever-fattening partner that each of them wanted.

For the feeders, just having a feedee that they can share is a strong aphrodisiac. Not only can they not keep their hands off their fattened pet, but they can't keep their hands off each other. The house is just permeated with desire and indulgence.

🙋🏼‍♀️ I volunteer as tribute

happy schplagablagablagablagablaga saturday

Seeing my belly peek out of the bottom of shirts drives me WILD 🥵

Another day, another trip to the door to get food 😁🐷

They are such an inspiration. I love the heavy breathing 🥵💗🥵💗

Now You’ve Done It

It goes against the grain to say you’ve got limits.

Fingers crummy with fried chicken. Belly creaming over your pants. A anon could say you’ve got nothing holding you back, but they’d be wrong.

You don’t notice how many little rules you set for yourself. No Doordash this weekend, you had it yesterday. No shopping before you clear out your old stuff. No going to the kitchen for a snack without thinking about the washing up. The passing thoughts you commit a couple seconds to…

Blink and - oh. it’s bedtime. The dishes aren’t done. Your wardrobe’s still full of stuff that doesn’t fit. Your bank balance is reeling - but not as bad as the bowling ball strapped to your waist…

And here come the limits, as you struggle to undress. Twenty dollars on food tomorrow - no more. Smoke less. Move your legs a little more, they’re starting to cramp up. Shaking and wobbling on the stairs. You’ll swear this time. You’ll swear you’ll do something about it.

Until it’s morning. And the air’s heavy. And you’re sleepy still, too comfy to move but for your phone. Okay - thirty bucks. And you can treat yourself if you get all your work done. Maybe you’ll feel motivated after something for breakfast…

And you wonder why you didn’t stop at 200lbs. At 240. At 250. At all the places you promised you would, open-mouthed at the ticker on the scale. Grasping globs of growing, blooming fat, from the plate to your straining waistband. Pledging you’ll clean up your act as your gut bounces, tailing your tutts as you back off the scale to go throw yourself under the bedsheets.

Just one slice. Leave the chips another couple hours. Get some exercise walking to your car to pick up dinner, instead of rationing your breath waddling to your weary front door. Another ounce made ashes. Another roll flopping from your sides. Another pair of panties gone, fupa bulging past stretched, soaking frills.

Your gut growls with an otherworldly bellow, belches bunching in a queue up your throat.

God. Now you’ve done it.

You let this happen. Against what everyone said. Fattening up. Fucking your figure. Falling deeper, and deeper.

Breaking every rule. One mouthful at a time…

Keep growing, girl! 🥵💗

The top is only two years before the bottom, and I can’t believe how huge I’ve gotten. It’s hot the way I just can’t stop eating and growing. Even if I wanted to. I don’t think that I could 😩

now tell me I’m a pretty fat piggy and to to keep a stuffing my belly like a good girl 🥺🐷🩷

A friend sent me this and pointed out that i might have grown a bit 😂