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I’m doing this Choose your own adventure style: for those th..

Published: June 23rd 2025, 4:57:40 pm

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I’m doing this Choose your own adventure style: for those that like the whole story and details, please read on. For the “shut up and get to the porn crowd”, scroll down to the TLDR. (I respect both styles of porn watching btw)

Story time.

Ho-lee-shit.

We are back from a completely insane trip to Patagonia. Totally off the fucking grid, digital refresh for ourselves because I promise you all we needed it. However, we did NOT prepare to not be able to contact anyone, let alone, after a certain point into the trip, where cell service is non-existent and the WiFi is just a fake bar on your phone. Scary shit, sometimes you get what you asked for. Isolation in its glory.

So I love extreme hiking and exploring. When I met my gf, hiking was something we enjoyed and bonded over too. It’s an easy first few dates too. Now as time went on, you all know her interest have…shifted significantly. But other than my favorite past time of shoving food down her throat, I still yearned for my other passion once in a while. And after lots of research we chose together a location to start from that was safe and made sense and everything was coming together.

We had been planning this for about two years (more in my own head), but she was adamant she’d be able to go…adamant she’d be up for it. I told her that it would be extremely demanding for her and most likely she would not be able to do anything. I would not take offense if she wanted to just sit this one out (literally.) But no, despite the trip involving grueling flights, smaller, more cramped tiny dangerous flights from spot to spot, a fuckton of walking, climbing, off the grid camping, no service. There was just no way. But you all know my gf by now… if she wants something she has to get what she wants.

Long story short(er), the expected happened. At every turn. We had to use a belt extender for her on the plane, and thank god nobody booked the seat next to us, so we didn’t have to pay for two seats. Which she needed.

When we got to the start of our adventure (service gone now), things started quickly getting worse. She was too fat to fly. On ANYTHING. These small bush planes have very strict weight balancing limits. In fact, misreporting your weight can get your entire trip cancelled with no refund. It’s a serious matter. She was over the weight limit of the scale, which was 350. We had reported 250 at the booking time (which was true!) We had to stand there as the poor girl that weighed her had to tell her she was essentially, too obese to fly or she’d tip the entire plane over. The girl had the pilot come over to speak with us and he tried as hard as he could to politely explain why the giant fat blonde girl couldn’t hop on a plane she took the entire back row of. So, she sat it out and convinced me to go alone.

This would be the trend for the few stops on the trip until the major one. Too fat to fly. Overweight. Not enough room on the plane because she needs two seats. Couldn’t make it ten feet into hikes, could barely make it from the car to the hotel room. Hell, she was winded in the lobby!

Before I departed on the actual major long hike where I would not have any contact for a week, we set her up at an extremely cushy and safe all place there while I was gone. She would be totally taken care of and comfortable and I could do my journey with some peace of mind.

While I was in the wilderness, completely out there, which was fucking amazing, awesome and scary, she was keeping busy by stuffing her face. Every. Damn. Second. Of. The. Day. Thanks to the generosity of the staff as well as all of you that continued to support her feeding, she was never not full for a moment I was gone. She ate Patagonian lamb, as well as other slow cooked meat dishes, she had breads and cheeses that she become absolutely addicted too, and of course she had a metric ton of local desserts. Dulce de leche cakes, fried pastries, empanadas and everything in between. While I hiked, she drank cream. While I navigated around guzzled cream. While I navigated crags and craters, she was navigating how to double fist a chocolate empanada and a meat shank at the same time. While I had to camp at remote places in the wilderness, she camped her fat wide ass down in bed and and ate until her shirt was stained in sweat and grease.

When I got back from my travels, I was beat. I probably dropped ten pounds. But she may have gained 25, just sitting on her ass eating. I was shocked and amazed when I saw her…not only had it been a while, but she looked incredibly bloated, greasy, and wide. I was in shock. Usually I see her every day but having a visual break really gave me an idea how just how shocking it must be to see her in person for the first time now. She was happy to see me but could not move. We were both relieved and exhausted from both of our own physical challenges.

After more grueling damn flights home with many connections, which we did have to pay for a second seat for her (somebody was in our row this time and it just was not going to work), we FINALLY got back home. No scale on the trip could weigh her, and ours is broken. We are going on sheer size now. And visuals.

Speaking of visuals, after the smoke has cleared on all of these current events, you can finally NOW swipe to reveal her new lifestyle change!

More to come now, 2 gluttony videos (what I ate in a day and the funnel that we’re going to be out) as well as new footage of her new change, coming all within a calendar month. I’m winding down at my real job so I can dedicate more time to getting stuff on here and taking care of her. Enjoy, and stay tuned ;)

TL;DR:

I went way off the grid hiking on a trip we planned prior to her becoming too obese to actually participate. I went off and did my thing at her insistence, and she stayed behind at a resort and ate and ate and ate herself into a new level of fat. Swipe to see the results now that we are home.