Goo Goo G’joob

The horny alt of @ripdanwinkle Into fat, inflation, vore, and all of that sorts Obviously 18+ so follow with precaution

[1amwalrus]

I guess I’ll do a little intro…

I’m Rip, and I’m an autistic feedist/fat admirer.

I’m a bit newer to actually posting about stuff like this, so I’m still getting used to being open about this stuff.

Feel free to dm but I might not always respond right away.

I’ll try to write and post as often as I can but posting may be inconsistent :/

[notfatweeb]

dream girl actually

[growingellex]

good morninggg ☀️🧿 rolled over and I was greeted by all of this fat, hard to believe we’ve made me so huge 🤤😵‍💫🩷

[gettingsofter]

pov: you fed ur catboy 2 many treats

[hugesquish]

Thigh comparison, I would say the first picture is from maybe 5 years ago? I thought there was no change to my legs at all but I was very wrong 😵‍💫

[1amwalrus]

Very accurate Uma fat chart

[allyouneedisbellies]

Hose Feeding For Dummies By w-oo-t

[zewik7-2]

Ugh... my belly hangs lower than the stool I sit on... 🥵🥵

[gutsluttsbelly]

i just couldn’t help myself.. feeling this rotund and bloated had me too horny.. fuuuuuck the way i wobble 😩

[1amwalrus]

What’s wrong babe you’ve only eaten half of the 20 pizzas I got you, do you not love me :(

[lilcowzia]

feeding my wingstop addiction

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[gettingsofter]

♡

[xfatqueenx]

I love being so obese, everyone keeps telling me that I should lose weight, that I'm ruining my life, that if I got thinner I would have a better life .. but for what reason? I love having this huge belly, having arms so fat and full of rolls and huge thighs, I love struggling to get out of bed and I love struggling when I 'walk' I love being too fat for everything and I love my super appetite that never abandons me and allows me to swallow food from morning to night, I love staying in bed without doing anything, being a lazy Mariel. I love being the obese pig that I am, I will never change on the contrary I will worsen my physical condition and I will become double, I have to expand and double and triple✨

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Ninjah

[brendakthedonutgirl]

#goals

[unhingedfeedee]

Goals indeed lol

[gettingsofter]

🐽

[fancypiglet]

You knew exactly what would happen.

That's why you handed it to me with that look.

The one that always appears when you're trying not to smile.

"Just a little."

That's what you said.

As if either of us believed it.

The bottle feels cold in my hands.

Sweet.

Dangerous.

I tell myself I'll stop after a taste.

Then another.

Then another.

And every time I look up, you're still watching.

Patient.

Amused.

Like you're waiting for me to realize I've already crossed the line.

The sweetness lingers long after each sip.

Thick enough that I can still taste it minutes later.

But somehow that only makes me want more.

You shake your head softly.

Not because you're surprised.

Because you're not.

You've seen this before.

The way I always start with limits.

The way I always abandon them.

The way my eyes light up when I decide I'm going to keep going anyway.

The room feels quieter.

Smaller.

It's just you.

Just me.

And that growing feeling that I should probably stop.

The problem is...

I don't want to.

I can feel your attention on me.

The way you're studying every expression, every decision, every moment I choose indulgence over restraint.

And the worst part?

I love being watched.

I love knowing you can see exactly what's happening.

That moment when self-control slowly disappears and something softer takes its place.

By the end, I lean back and laugh.

Half embarrassed.

Half proud.

The evidence is impossible to hide now.

You just smile.

That knowing smile.

The one that says you knew exactly how this story would end from the very beginning.

And somehow...

So did I.

[dollhog]

Lessening independence, learning to rely on nurses/careworkers to help me live at my size. Can barely lift myself anymore so it’s easier to have help! This is real death feederism💖💕

I’ve been laying in bed for 3 months with a shoulder injury. I’ve done nothing but eat and watch documentaries, my lower belly is a thick slab of fat that audibly slaps my thigh meat. It’s embarrassing what I’ve done to my body. My double chin fat sack rests against my tits that are pushed up my my poor swollen bursting stomach mass. Some days I eat until it hurts, for hours on end one thing after the other until I can barely get up after roughly 12 hours of snacks and takeout. I walk out cradling my poor overfed stomach ball, resting it on the gate, I wait for the uber eats driver to drop off my 6th meal today. I can’t hide that I look 7 months pregnant, morbidly obese with a tubby swollen face to match. It’s pathetic how desperate I am for food regardless of having just eaten.

When I go to the drs, they weigh me, they measure my stomach and arms. They gently recommend diet plans, they ask me to consider my health and that the momentary satisfaction isn’t worth being unable to stand within the next 5 years at most. I’ve been recommended dietitians and therapists.

With the results of my strength test I probably won’t be able to properly stand properly in the next 100 - 150 lbs. Not to mention my feet are basically useless from swelling and severe fluid retention. They said that could be due to the mass inflammation it can cause to guzzle 1.8L of heavy cream at least 3 - 5 days a week. I can barely walk, I already require care workers to help me with basic stuff. I’m no longer independent. I’m so proud of myself for eating myself here. I’m so close to being partially bedbound. And I want to loose all control and desire to live or go outside. I am happy when my fat is spilling onto a mattress. All I care about is eating myself immobile. It’s good for me to pack on more, I want to get fatter and prove to the Drs I’m a lost cause and will only ever eat myself into a very very early grave