fat girls who refuse to take care of themselves because they want to be spoiled and pampered turning into impossibly fat women who need someone taking care of their every need
just because a woman weighs several hundred pounds, and eats like a pig, and acts like a pig, and smells like a pig, and uh. um. sorry, i was thinking about women who are fat pigs and forgot where i was going with this
feeding your 300 lbs gf until she's 500 lbs. feeding your 500 lbs gf until she's 900 lbs. feeding your 900 lbs gf because she's too fat and weak to feed herself
if each of her ass cheeks weighs several hundred pounds on their own then you should do the right thing and help her out so that each of her ass cheeks weighs several tons on their own
every woman deserves to be unable to move under own weight and everything else about her is at the whim of another woman who can't get enough of her blobby body. if she wants that
girl who's only 300 lbs but she's already given up on washing herself because she knows she's gonna be too fat to do it one day, so she might as well get used to it
big fat fluffy arms that are always at least kinda sweaty and tbh you don't lift them that much anymore so there's really no reason to wear deodorant it's okay
two best friends start getting chubby, and they think the other is to blame, so they retaliate by making each other even fatter, faster. once they're several hundred lbs heavier and hopelessly out of shape it's revealed their third friend was behind everything, and she's not done
girl who's too fat for the scale and whose arm is too big for the bp cuff so she assumes she's the epitome of health since they're not taking any measurements
the term for a woman who weighs half a ton, can't move under her own power, spends all day wheezing in between gulping fattening slop from a tube, and smells like she hasn't bathed in years (because she hasn't) should be "my wife"
what if we were so fat we couldn't even move a finger, and all we felt was each other's soft, sweaty fat squishing into each other, and we were both girls 😳
need to watch an immobile woman try to wiggle her pudgy toes until she's exhausted. or be an immobile woman trying to wiggle my pudgy toes until i'm exhausted. either way would be cool
wading through piles of trash to get your fat slob's stained and soiled bed, watching the sweat drip from her countless rolls, listening to her wheeze and burp in between gulps from her feeding tube, smelling what years of neglecting hygiene and cleaning has built up around her
hottest things a woman can do:
-tell me how fat she is
-tell me how much fatter she's going to get
-tell me how slobby she is
-tell me how much slobbier she's going to get