"Sei nicht traurig, du siehst fantastisch aus! Dein Bäuchlein ist süß."
"Wirklich..."
"Ja, wirklich! Was denkst du, sollen wir es größer machen?"
Why do I feel like a stuffed sausage when all I did was hit the buffet a few extra times? Good grief... when did this mirror get so cruel? I thought this shirt just ‘shrank’ a little, but it looks more like it’s trying to strangle me. The way my torso is oozing soft and stubborn over my belt—completely burying the buckle—I’m a total muffin top. And my thighs? They’re packed into these pants like they’re in a wetsuit.
"Ma, I think I'm about to hit the next growth spurt. My jeans are too tight because I've gotten a little plumper."
In the past year, he had gotten a little chubby, and his mother had speculated that he was about to have a growth spurt. And promptly, he also shot up two inches in three months. Since he is still relatively small, he just ate more to repeat this. Only when he bursts out of the next pair of jeans without having grown in length will he realize that his strategy is not working.
“Wine for the mind, fat for the belly. I’m currently working on my personal monument—and as you can see, the foundation is already pretty lardy.”
Hallo Leute,
schon länger habe ich nichts gepostet was den Tod durch Verfettung beinhaltet, egal ob Unfall oder gesundheitliche Folgen gekennzeichnet als Warnung mit diesem Symbol💀. Als ich alles zu Kannibalismus und Gefressenwerden in den Blog Rund und Reif ausgelagert habe, postete ich zu dem Thema nichts, ich wollte das in einem eigenen Blog auslagern, zusammen mit Themen starker Feederdominanz und Immobilität. In den letzten Wochen hatte ich den Blog mit dem Arbeitstitel "Kalorienkamikaze der Schwabbelschwachmaten" vorbereitet.
Allerdings wird dann der Hauptblog auch ärmer. Ich habe zum Beispiel weniger aufgeblähte Bäuche gepostet, weil ich das heikle Thema Platzen 💥 ebenfalls gemieden habe. Ich wollte dies auch in einen eigenen Blog auslagern - obwohl ich da nicht genügend Material habe, dass sich ein eigener Blog lohnt zu Inflation und Platzen.
Deswegen poste ich mal Bilder mit entsprechende Bilder, damit Ihr wisst wie sich das anfühlt, aussieht.
Dazu habe ich noch eine Umfrage erstellt, wo Ihr bis 22.03 12:00 mittags (MEZ) abstimmen könnt.
Hi guys,
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything involving death by obesity—whether by accident or health-related consequences—marked with this warning symbol 💀. When I moved all the cannibalism and vore content over to the "Rund und Reif" blog, I stopped posting about those topics here. My plan was to outsource them to a separate blog, along with themes of heavy feeder dominance and immobility. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been preparing that blog under the working title "Kalorienkamikaze der Schwabbelschwachmaten" (Calorie Kamikaze of the Flabby Fools).
However, this would also make the main blog feel a bit empty. For example, I’ve been posting fewer bloated bellies because I also avoided the sensitive topic of bursting 💥. I considered moving that to a separate blog as well—though I don’t feel I have enough material on inflation and bursting to justify a dedicated site.
That’s why I’m posting some relevant images now, so you can get a feel for the look and vibe. I’ve also created a poll where you can vote until March 22nd, 12:00 PM (CET).
A Fatal Mistake
When the boat sank, they didn’t give him a life jacket because they thought he was already wearing one—given how thick he was—in that orange polo shirt.
“My boyfriend hasn't really noticed how flabby he's become. He doesn't realize that I'm constantly filling him up with alcohol and fast food. But I love walking on his flabby belly and fatty thighs. Sexy!”