I would love nothing more than to have an obese ssbbw to mentor me. Each day I would follow them around eating whatever they eat, doing whatever they do. I would let them feed me constantly and follow any instruction as I desperately try to get as big as them. It just sounds so amazing having someone I can look up to, someone that inspires me every day seeing how insatiable and gluttonous they can be. Everything about it sounds sooo perfect and I need it more than ~anything~
Control had always been an illusion—an exhausting game of restraint, denial, and discipline. For years, the rules were followed: counting calories, working out, staying within the limits society imposed. But deep down, the truth had always been there, waiting to surface. The desire for more. The craving for excess.
At first, it was just a few indulgences—an extra dessert, a skipped workout, a late-night binge that left a lingering sense of satisfaction. What began as rebellion soon transformed into something deeper, something more intoxicating. Letting go felt good. Each bite brought pleasure, each added pound a thrill.
And then, one night, lying back after an indulgent feast, the realization hit. This is what I was meant for. This is who I am. The desire to grow, to surrender completely, was overwhelming. No more fighting. No more holding back. Just giving in, feeding, expanding—becoming something bigger, softer, heavier.
The journey into immobility was slow but deliberate, every meal a step toward bliss. Eating became more than just sustenance; it was worship. The belly swelled, thighs thickened, arms grew plush and heavy. The softness spread, consuming space, pressing against every surface. The sheer sensation of it—of feeling the body stretch and fill, of sinking into pure indulgence—was intoxicating.
The larger it grew, the more it demanded. Hunger became insatiable, a beautiful, endless cycle of desire and fulfillment. The body jiggled with every motion, belly resting heavily in the lap, love handles spilling over. The heat of it, the raw pleasure of expansion, was overwhelming. There was no longer any shame, no hesitation. Only the exquisite thrill of becoming more.
As movement became a challenge, as breath grew heavier with each intake, there was no regret—only satisfaction. The world shrank, but the body expanded beyond limits, beyond reason. The softness, the fullness, the sheer immensity of it all—it was everything.
Lying back, belly rising and falling, hands sinking into the plushness of pure indulgence, there was only one thought left.
Still growing
There’s no such thing as too much when it comes to pure, unfiltered indulgence. Every bite, every mouthful, every plate piled high is another step toward fullness, toward satisfaction, toward that irresistible feeling of being completely and blissfully stuffed. Let yourself give in—no holding back, no second-guessing. Feel the pleasure of each bite as it fills you up, stretching your stomach, making you heavier, softer, rounder. The sensation of eating, of savoring every rich, decadent flavor, is pure ecstasy, and there’s no need to stop. One more plate? Yes. Another dessert? Of course. That last delicious bite pushing you past full and into the perfect, heavy haze of total indulgence? Absolutely. Let yourself be spoiled, let yourself be fed, let yourself enjoy the endless cycle of hunger and satisfaction. The more you eat, the more you grow, the more irresistible you become. So go ahead—pile your plate higher, take another bite, and let yourself sink into the pleasure of eating everything your heart desires.
There’s nothing more empowering than fully embracing the journey of growth, indulgence, and pleasure. Every curve tells a story, every pound is a celebration of confidence, desire, and self-love. There’s something undeniably intoxicating about feeling yourself soften, expand, and become even more irresistibly plush with each passing day. The way your body fills out more, the way your clothes stretch tighter, the way every bite brings a surge of satisfaction—it’s all part of the thrill. There’s no need to hold back, no need to deny yourself the joys of indulgence. Your appetite, your desires, your growing curves are beautiful, magnetic, and utterly captivating. The softness, the heaviness, the fullness—it’s a sign of abundance, of self-care, of giving in to what truly makes you feel good. So why not enjoy it? Let yourself feast, let yourself feel every delicious moment, let yourself revel in the pleasure of becoming more. Confidence is the key, and there is nothing more seductive than someone who loves and owns every inch of themselves. Keep growing, keep indulging, and most importantly—keep loving yourself every step of the way. You are a masterpiece in the making, and every new curve only makes you more irresistible.
