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Every time I see those commercials for ozempic it’s like I’m watching an ad for a product that gets rid of sunshine and rainbows. “Lose 10 pounds in a month!” Why. Literally why being fat isn’t a bad thing y’all 😭

a nutty summertime "snack" for the calorie-addicted cows 🥜🐮

as if over 9000 calorie desserts weren't enough for you fatties, I have another recipe designed to widen that waist and pack your belly full of caloric, sinful sweets.

first, you have to get off your fatass and go to the store (or, have your groceries delivered, to save yourself some energy) and get the following ingredients.

1 pack of mega stuffed oreos (2520 calories)

1/2 cup of butter (800 calories)

24oz of cream cheese (2160 calories)

1 1/12 cup of powdered sugar (720 calories)

2 jars of peanut butter (or more, depending on how peanut-buttery you wanna go) (5320 calories)

3/4 cup of sour cream (if you want the cheesecake to have a little tang, but if not, do vanilla greek yogurt) (360 calories)

2 cups of chocolate chips (or more, again, your preference) (3520 calories)

1 cup of heavy whipping cream (800 calories)

1 family sized bag of reese's mini peanut butter cups (or more, again, your choice, fatty) (5070 calories)

this comes out to a disgusting, humiliating, repulsive 21,270 calories if you're so out of control that you can't help yourself, and stuff your fat face with every morsel of this cheesecake in one sitting.

I know you can't resist that type of gluttony, so here's how to make this sin:

listen to mommy carefully, okay?

first: make the crust

crush up the oreos to make the crust, either by hand or using a food processor until the oreos form a fine crumb texture. combine this with the 1/2 cup/8 tbsp melted butter. (if you want thicker crust, double this part. also adds an extra 3,320 calories) press this mix into the bottom of a pan that can be opened, like a springform pan. make sure you press it onto the side of the pan about 1/2-1 inch up, to add that delicious crust for the cheesecake. cover this and chill while you continue to the next step.

second: make the filling

get two bowls--in one, pour 1 cup of heavy whipping cream into the bowl and beat until the whipping cream forms stiff peaks. then, in the second bowl, beat the 24oz of cream cheese for 2-3 minutes on med/high, then beat in the 1 1/2 cups of powdered sugar until the mixture is smooth. at this point, make sure you add in your 2 jars of peanut butter, 3/4 cups of sour cream, and 1 tsp of vanilla extract and continue to beat the mixture until it is completely smooth. then, fold in the whipped heavy cream, some chopped up peanut butter cups and chopped up chocolate chips. (for extra calories, add chopped up peanuts as well.) spread this over the crust and place in the fridge for 4 hours, or until the cheesecake has gotten firm.

third: make the chocolate topping

grab yourself a bowl that can be microwaved, then pour 1 cup of heavy whipping cream into the bowl and place into the microwave for 30 seconds at a time, until the whipping cream has just begun to simmer. once it has reached this point, pour the whipping cream over chocolate chips, at least 1 bag. make sure these chocolate chips have been chopped up, so they will melt properly. after the mixture has set for a minute or two, whisk it together to ensure it is completely melted. let the mixture sit and cool for 5 to 10 minutes, and then pour the mixture over the chilled cheesecake and place back in the fridge for at least 30 minutes.

once it's set...

garnish with the rest of your peanut butter cups, chocolate chips, and, for extra calories, consider adding the following:

whipped cream

chocolate drizzle

caramel drizzle

peanuts

mini m&ms

remember, a moment on the lips is a lifetime on your hips, so savor every bite because it'll be with you for the rest of your life.

It's really simple. If you're born with a vagina and you naturally have elevated testosterone levels, you're a man. If you have a vagina and you take testosterone, you're a woman. But also if you have a vagina, you'll never be a man. But also if you have higher testosterone then you were never a woman. Woman never yes man a vagina testosterone no was an elevated. Vagina man.

gonna start talking about skinny characters the way some of yall talk about fat characters

oh you think feedism is bad for people to engage in because it presents a risk for their health? of course, sure, that seems like an easy position to defend. I gotta say though it must be tough to oppose extreme sports, alcohol, tobacco, driving a car, swimming, hormonal birth control, pregnancy, most over the counter painkillers and objects small enough to be accidentally swallowed. what? you don't? that's weird. seems like you might just hate fat people for some reason.

Concept: a feeder who gets you so inhumanly fat that they do almost everything for you. You can still waddle to the couch or fridge in a pinch, but they usually bring you your meals, do all the chores, and take care of you sexually (since you’re obviously too obese to reach yourself). Except for one day a month. Once a month, they don’t do anything for you. They just watch as you struggle to live your life. They watch and see what they’ve done to you, how it takes its toll on you, and they smile as you get out of breath trying to accomplish simple tasks. When the day is done, they tuck you into bed and whisper to you. “See, piggy? You need me. You can’t get along without me. Don’t ever forget that. And don’t ever stop eating for me”

Yeah, the manipulation kink is hitting me hard today, why do you ask?

“no person willingly wants to be fat”

INCORRECT BUZZER NOISE

Ussbbw Echo being this buried and immobilised in her own fat is something else 🐷🥵

Can we get the video from your insta story??

This one?

The Secretary

She looks at the last few bites of cake, while I stare, dumbfounded, at the spectacle of gluttony before me. Crumbs decorate her face and chins, not to mention the mile of cleavage she’s showing. Her belly flows over her massive thighs while her ass almost engulfs the break room chair intended for people, not whales like her. She hiccups and looks desperately at me.

“Go on. Finish it. You know you want to.”

…

I remember when I hired her I thought she was fat. She was dressed in a modest top with a painted on tight pencil skirt. Her pantyhose had clearly been purchased before some recent weight gain as the netting was stretched tight. She wouldn’t be dealing with the clients too much, so I didn’t see any issue letting her handle my affairs. I had never seen anyone as big as her, so I guess you could say it was morbid curiosity that drove me to offer her the position. I must admit, she was spectacular at her job, but her fat ass was ALWAYS eating. On more than one occasion, I had to reprimand her for answering the phone with a mouth full of some sort of treat she had her desk drawers crammed full of. I’m amazed she had room for supplies with all the candy bars, snack cakes, and salty goodies in there. As the months passed, I couldn’t help but notice she somehow was getting larger, and at an exponential rate it seemed. I would get stuck behind her in the hallway because she had gotten too wide for anyone to pass her. As I was behind her, I would become hypnotized by how her ass cheeks bounced and wobbled in her leggings (skirts were no longer an option). I noticed how she was having a harder time typing because her belly kept spilling onto the keyboard. She eventually got to where she would just rest the keyboard ON her belly. Good Lord. She really was huge. I peek skin from under her blouses on a daily basis. I quickly look away, but the tightness in my pants calls me to glance again. She’s such a butterball. Am I actually attracted to her? The office constantly comments on her size, but she pays no mind. It’s almost as if she LIKES being this big. The other people have also started noticing food going missing from the break room. I mentioned to her the policy on food. She said she’d never do anything like that, but the wry smile told me exactly who the culprit was. I looked over this until my birthday. I had a cake ordered from my favorite bakery (double chocolate with Buttercream icing). It was a half sheet cake, enough for most of the floor. I left it in the break room with a note that read “For the party. Do not EAT before then!” I notice my secretary is wearing a blouse I knew was loose not three weeks ago; now she’s straining every seam. I go into my office to work until the office party at lunch.

Being the micro manager I am, I go back to set everything up for my own birthday in the break room. I stop dead in my tracks as I notice a huge corner has been taken off my cake. That cow. This is the last straw. I march back to her desk.

“Can you accompany me to the break room please?”

“I’m not hungry, but thanks.”

“Let me rephrase this: break room. NOW.”

She heaves herself out of her chair and turns to me. I spy the smallest chocolate crumb on the corner of her lips. I stifle my rage and walk her to the crime scene. She turns sideways to get in the room and then looks at me.

“What has you in a mood today, boss?”

(I love it when she calls me that…no…stay focused!)

“Do you notice anything wrong with my cake?” I ask as I lock the door into the room.

“Looks like they shorted you some.”

“Ah, I don’t think THEY did…I think YOU did! Could you seriously not wait until the party?! The only reason I bought a cake this big is because I knew your fat ass would eat half of it! Now it’s ruined!”

“There’s still plenty left, boss.”

(Is she smiling?! Does she not care I just called her a fat ass?)

“Oh I know there is…and you’re gonna eat every last bite of it. I’ve told you to stop eating what isn’t yours, and now it’s time to learn a lesson. I’m gonna sit here and watch you eat this whole thing.”

She looks…calm. Almost determined. My heart is racing and my head is reeling because I know this is going to very much be my last day employed, and very possibly, my last day out of the court system. I just had to do something, and honestly, I want to see how much this piggy can eat. Amazingly, she doesn’t protest. She sits down at the table, pulls the cake to her, grabs a fork and starts with gusto. She eats as if she has not seen food in years. Some bites are as big as what the little office pool girls would call their slice. She slows for a moment and looks as me.

“Can I have some milk, boss?” She says with…a wink?! Is she enjoying this? I rush to the fridge to get the milk and to hide my excitement at this display. I bring the jug and a glass to her. She waves off the glass and starts to chug the milk. A quarter of the cake is gone now. She continues to devour. I stop her and take the fork away.

“Come now. Piggies don’t eat like that. Get your face in there.”

(What the fuck am I saying? Did I have a stroke?)

Again, not a word and she buries her face in the cake. After a few bites, she starts grabbing handfuls and cramming them in her mouth. I can’t believe what I’m witnessing. I had no idea she was such a glutton. She only has a quarter of the cake left and she is clearly slowing down.

“Can I undo a couple buttons on my top, boss? They’re awful tight.”

I nod and she undoes the bottom two. Her belly, as if sensing it can finally be free, springs forth and jiggles in her lap. She heaves the bottom half of it from her leggings so the creamy expanse is spread out. She rubs it and moans. She’s used to eating, but this is a bit much. I struggle with what to do for I had not thought of an endgame. I want nothing more than to sink my fingers into her. Caress every blubbery inch. She hiccups and looks desperately at me.

“Go on. Finish it. You know you want to.”

“Can you feed it to me, boss? I’m getting tired.”

I walk over to the table and pick up a piece of cake. I bring it to her mouth and she opens wide. It is a big piece but that doesn’t stop her. I push it all the way in with my finger. She starts to chew, but not before grabbing my hand and licking every bit of icing off. She stares into my eyes. She knows what she has done. I grab another piece and with a bit more force, put it in her mouth. My other hand travels down to her belly. I pinch and shake one of her many fat rolls. Her eyes close and she moans loudly. My God, she’s actually getting off on being such a pig. But I’ve never been more aroused in my life as I am feeding this sow bigger. I get into a rhythm of food and rubbing and before I know it, there is no cake to reach for. She actually ate the whole damn thing. She is trying to get comfortable and I hear the chair creak under her weight. Her eyes are closed in overindulgence fueled bliss.

“Well, did you learn your lesson, piggy?”

“I don’t think so, boss. Maybe I could come by your place tonight for extra tutoring?”

I gave her the rest of the day off and I quickly left as well. She got a substantial raise and her own office with its own refrigerator. I love my secretary.

I want someone to give my tummy attention and compliments too ):

All while we stuff together and encourage each other AHHH lemme have more platonic friendships

Fat boys that are valid:

fat boys w mental illness

fat boys w stretch marks

fat boys who are trans

fat boys who are gay

fat boys who don’t know what they are

poor fat boys

rich fat boys (hmu)

almost every single fat boy!

Fat boys that are NOT valid:

hanzo mains >:(

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Please reblog this is you fully support trans people in the feedism community!

Trans women on bbw blogs, trans men on bhm blogs, and nb gainers not being misgendered

I want to know that there are good, respectful people in this community

Girls with rolls deserve a lot more buffets than they are getting pass it on

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weight gain is so much more fascinating than you’d think it would be?? and it’s the little things - no one/nothing prepared me for the softening, swelling sensation of my arms getting fatter, and i have so many stretch marks now. bodies are cool

Big bellyyyyy🐖