Looks like this Spider-Pup has been hitting the treats hard lately…

1 pack of Oreos is never enough ✨💜

I’m just a hungry, pouty pig that needs to be fattened immediately

🍔🍟🍕🌭🌮🍗🍦🍫🍨Reblog if you’re a feedee, feeder, or general fat admirer. I know y'all are out there.

You know you're extremely obese when…

- Getting out of bed takes ALL your energy and it feels like you just ran an entire marathon

- Your belly is so huge you can hide pretty much everything underneath and still have room to grow bigger when you eat everything in sight at the buffet

- You eat enough for a family of baby hippos but still want more to fill you up

- Your gut can be use as a normal table, big enough for your next meal to fit on it

- Your waddle makes you're entire body jiggle and wiggle which in return, makes you waddle even more

- Your chest pains are as normal as breathing for you

- Your scooter is a second pair of legs for you at this point and even then, it's REALLLLLLY struggling under that fat ass of yours

- everyone at McDonald's knows to prepare themselves for a big ass order when they see both doors getting opened to see your belly get in first

- an industrial scale is just enough for you to know how fat you are

- your bariatric bed is creaking under your massive weight

Those are just some examples, but I would love to know what the community can think of, so please, feel free to share even more examples in the comments and to the pleasure of seeing you gain to morbid obesity and preferably immobility

Now be a good piggy and stuff yourself until you're too full to move xoxo 😘🐷

Failing health.

Failing mobility.

Failing basic bodily functions.

Loss of control.

Loss of autonomy.

Loss of any semblance of a normal life.

But never stopping, no matter how loud your immobile, growing, slobby piggy body begs you to stop. You keep shovelling the food in, ignoring all the signs, and living your best piggy life - until one day, your body stops for you. 😈

Tsk tsk, Piggy Pig. What am I going to do with you?

I asked you nicely to save some of that food for the party later, and yet, here you are stuffed to the gills and trapped here on the kitchen floor. You couldn't get up if you tried.

I don't know why you insist on sitting in front of the fridge like that. You could just get a chair and make it easier on yourself... And on me who has to somehow lift your overfed ass up.

You weigh 450lbs... Probably more now since you broke the fucking scale last month. All you do is eat. You're useless for anything other than being a human garbage disposal... And human is putting it loosely. You're far closer to a hog than a human at this point.

Now what am I going to do? I have 25 people coming over this afternoon and you ate all the food in the goddamned house. Not to mention, you won't be able to heft your lard ass up for another few hours.

Honestly piggy, I should just use you as the entertainment. I'm sure you'd love for our guests to see you like this: writhing on the floor, barely dressed, covered in sauce, chocolate, and crumbs - a testament to the meal I had planned. We could play games: guess your weight or waist size... Closest number gets to stuff the pig till it pops.

Oh I hear you moan, you pathetic glutton. I know the thought turns you on... But I doubt our friends would enjoy seeing such a disgusting creature as yourself right now.

What a shame... We could have had such a nice evening and now you've gone and ruined it. I suppose I can order out...

Oh no. Oh no no no. You're staying right here. You can't get up and I can't possibly lift you in the state you're in right now. Don't argue, I'll tell our friends the kitchen is closed. Pray no one sneaks in for a glass of water or something... You'd have an awful lot of explaining to do.

How embarrassing that would be, but I'm sure you're going to get off to the very thought of it, aren't you? All that shame... You love it.

God you're pathetic, having to spend the evening stuck in the kitchen under the weight of your own gut while I'm out hosting all of our friends... Oh well, I guess that's what you get for being such a pig.

Mint Oreo Brownies

3 cheeseburgers, chicken and cheese, fries, sprite, mcflurry 😵‍💫

Fatphobia kills people. Fatphobia kills Black Women at a much higher rate. That hasn’t changed since Lizzo first came onto the music scene, and unless we collectively do something about it, it won’t change long after we’ve collectively forgotten her name. I’m not interested in body positivity or body confidence. These are all perfectly noble pursuits but they won’t change whether a person gets access to medical care. They won’t fix the Fat wage gap. They won’t help kids who are being bullied by the adults in their lives. Fatphobia is rooted in racism, in particular anti-black racism. So say whatever you wanna say about Lizzo but keep her weight out of it. Not for her sake, but for every Fat Black Woman out there.

Asher Larmie @thefatdoctor

If Cheeto was a human he’d 100% be a fat admirer.

Bringing the A-Z back in to fashion with an astronomical amount of road map-esque stretch marks all over me 😏

Anyone else violently horny today? Or is that just me?

some new angles after a practice session! footlong +4L in an hour