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I want to be a stay at home bf😌

I. Can't. Stop. Eating. Getting. More. Morbidly. Obese. And. A. Bigger. Fat. Fuck. Blubber. Boy. Mommy's. Fattening. Project.

hollow-toy

handfeeding + CNC. more on this later

hollow-toy

okay so. you're her captive. she keeps you in her basement. she brings you 2-3 meals a day. you think it's cause she likes you strong enough to fight back. but because you don't want to be weak, you eat them. you need to eat

at first she left the meals and cutlery in the room then left you to eat. then she started staying to watch you eat. you didn't want to give her whatever kind of sick satisfaction she'd get from it, but you need to eat. so you put up with it

then she started sitting closer and closer to you while you ate. then she started holding the plate in her lap while you ate from it. it all happened so slowly, so gradually, that you didn't even really notice how strange it was until she started petting your hair while you ate. you tried not to eat for a few days after that. but you need to eat. so you cave. and she keeps petting your hair

one day she ties your wrists behind your back before she brings your meal. when she comes in with the food, she sits in a chair directly in front of you. you think about how much you hate her. you think about how much you hate that you're so used to being close to her. she picks up some of the food and cups it in one palm. then she extends the hand towards you

you stare at the food in her hands. your mouth starts to water. you understand, somewhere deep in you, that if you do this, you will be crossing a line. something in you will snap in a way that can't be fixed. you hate her. you don't want to give her whatever kind of sick satisfaction she'll get from it

but you need to eat

gothbabechloe

everyone get fatter now!!!

eatformelove

reblog if you'd eat yourself 100+lbs heavier for a slim gym girl~

peneloperouge

Feedees reblog if

The only thing you want to do is be forcefully tied to a large bed while your feeder brings you copious amounts of food for weeks, months, even years. You just want to watch your body slowly blow up like a calorie filled sack. Your feeder making you stuff yourself endlessly every day until your belly grows so absolutely enormous you can’t see your fat swollen feet anymore. You want to be so riddled with fat that you can’t possibly heave yourself over without help. Your ass weighing you down along with your cellulite stuffed thighs. All you want is to be a useless eating machine gorging non stop until your arms are so heavy you can’t even bring them to your fat engorged face leaving your feeder no choice but to strap a tube into your pathetic hog mouth and fill you like a human balloon. You also know the consequences of eating like a pig and you don’t care. You just want to be helplessly obese even if your heart struggles to pump. You just want to be fed, rubbed, and played with.

fatastical-deactivated20240126

Oh such a beautiful fantasy. One can dream.

stronglyloudbasilisk

Sounds like Mommy’s perfect pig

Its just a bit of weight right? I can work this off?

#belly #male weight gain #male gainer #stuffed belly #weight gain #fat #round belly #bhm feedee #bhm

ussbhmfeedeetotheend

i need someone to ruin me.

not in the fun flirty way. i mean actually, literally, take me apart. feed me until i can't walk without waddling, until breathing feels like a chore, until my body is nothing but soft, heavy proof of your obsession. i want to be swollen with indulgence, stuffed past reason, spoiled beyond recognition.

i want to wake up in a haze of hunger and syrup-sweet affection, only to be greeted by another round of force-fed breakfasts in bed. i want you to look at me like i'm your prize pig, your project, your possession.

i want the teasing, the pressure, the constant, creeping growth. i want the way you’ll sneer when i say i’m full, the way you’ll smile when the scale creaks louder every day. I want your hands everywhere, greedy and proud, shaping me like clay into exactly what you want.

no escape. no diet. no mercy. Just feed me.

i want to be broken—beautifully, thoroughly—by appetite.

i want to be yours in the most obscene way possible. a thing you keep fattened, pampered, and pumped full of calories until i’m unrecognizable. until i'm helpless. until my body is a bloated, quivering monument to your obsession and my surrender.

don’t just feed me. force me. hold me down and pour milkshakes past my lips until i’m whining and leaking and begging you to stop, even as my gut growls for more. make me cry from fullness, then coo in my ear about how proud you are. tell me i was made to be this soft, this greedy, this round.

push me to the brink. watch me struggle to lift myself from the bed you’ve made my prison. slap the side of my belly and laugh when it jiggles for seconds after. make me wear tight clothes just so you can watch them give out, seams snapping like they’ve finally admitted defeat.

you said you wanted a pig? then feed me like one. treat me like one. no dignity, no limits. spoon after spoon, bite after bite, until i’m gasping and drooling and too heavy to fight you. make me need you to eat, to move, to breathe.

make me forget who i was before you turned me into this.

just a swollen, spoiled, overfed mess made for your pleasure.

stonerpiggy

yesyesyesneedneedneeeeeeeed

feedyouimmobile360

A wonderful description of the perfect feedee and those who are this feedee if you arent successful finding a feeder, come and chat and see if we can brainstorm ideas. Every feedee deserves a feeder and vice versa (compatable goals etc of course)

cylus466

Kidnap me and kill me with fat.

justafatty

My biggest fantasy

Something I've been thinking about recently, it would be really hot to move away and be fattened up in someone's basement. Thrown down there only to be fattened up, never to see the light of day again as I get stuffed and fed constantly... Would be a dream come true!

aspiring-gainer

If anybody would want to make this happen hmu🐷😊

fattylifts

Fantasy 482648: Submitting to her.

I yearn to submit to a beautiful woman.

At first, I’d do more chores for her, cook for her, dote on her whenever I can. She’d push treats in my mouth whenever she wanted, demand sex whenever she wanted. I’d start to get plump.

She’d have me do the chores shirtless, have me drink a gainer shake before sex, start really conditioning me to enjoy being treated like a fat toy. Soon I’d start getting fat enough to begin to struggle a litttttle bit with the chores to her great enjoyment.

Soon enough, I’d be approaching morbid obesity. I’d start to struggle enough with the chores that she’d start to take them from me. She’d see me huffing and puffing while sweeping and gently take the broom from my hands, replace it with a bag of Cheetos and point me to my gaming chair or bed. She’d make me eat the whole bag for doing my sweeping chore for me.

As I get bigger, the teasing becomes meaner and more condescending. Sometimes combined with edging after a stuffing, she’d tease me until I’d get frustrated enough to struggle onto all fours and crawl on top of her with my blubbery body “taking” what I want. Nothing that has happened wasn’t of her doing though. She’d lay under my out of breath, soft, needy body in ecstasy as my belly pushed the air of her lungs.

For a while, she lets me think that I’m taking charge when I do this. She lets me apologize profusely every time- as if the goal wasn’t to get frustrated enough to throw my weight at her desperately.

As I swell past morbid obesity, the teasing and stuffing escalate. She’s comparing our tits now as mine starts to rival hers in size. I don’t realize it, but she’s replaced most of my chores with eating- occasionally she’ll still let me try and sweep or something so she can see how much more I’m struggling than I was 5, 10, 15 pounds ago. She loves watching me notice new difficulties from my weight gain. Things like washing the bathtub becoming nearly impossible as my growing belly puts more distance between me and the object objects in front of me.

As I near 300 something pounds, she decides to clear up our ambiguous power dynamic.

One evening, after she’s finished masturbating while watching me eat a cake that says “300lbs piggy” on it, she begins our usual teasing game. I lay their stuffed, whimpering, and moaning as she hurls teasing insults at me “come on fatty, don’t you wanna fuck? You just ate all that cake so you could fuck me, right? Or have you gotten too fat? So patheticccc.”

My face turns red as I struggle to roll myself over onto my knees, my belly, swollen and throbbing. Finally, I get up on 2 feet and waddle towards her, determined and out of breath. She claps condescendingly. “ well well fatty look who is able to get up this time.” Just as I get with a few inches of her, and reach out with my chubby hands to grab her- she puts out a finger and wags it side to side front of me.

“Not this time fatty.” she pushes me back very gently and I stumble, my body jiggling as I try and catch myself. Become more frustrated and waddle towards her again. She laughs and bites her lip and she watches me approach, my huge belly, bouncing with each step. As I get close enough to her to reach, she pushes me again, but harder this time. I stumble, struggling to retain balance with all of the weight I’ve gained and then I fall back on the bed.

She looks down on me with a grin as I realize that she’s been able to overpower me for a while now. I try and get up one last time and she pushes me back down before straddling my belly and opening a box of treats that I hadn’t noticed she had grabbed. “ did you think that you were in charge all of those times?” I nod my head slowly as she opens up one of the treats and pushes it into my mouth. Her grinding on my belly intensifies. “Nope. You’re my fat fuck doll.” I nod again and she pushes another treat in my mouth.

“Are you ready to really submit to me? You don’t really have a choice at this point.” I nod my head. “ What a smart, good fatty.” She says. “ this is just the beginning. I’m going to make you even bigger till you’re my human bean back chair, my throne.” I nod my head again, my mouth full of treats. “And when you’re too big for me to ride anymore.” She just cheers over to the corner where I noticed a strap on a series of similar toys. “ well that’s when the fun starts.”

themissingmuse

You were lying on your side when I entered the room, your back turned to me, the blankets loosely draped around your wide hips. The soft white light from above washed over your bare skin, highlighting every curve of your body.

I paused beside the bed.

For a moment, I simply looked at you.

My eyes admiring your body.

Even lying on your side, your belly dominated your silhouette. It rose from your frame with a presence that was impossible to ignore, broad and heavy, its weight settling naturally into the mattress beneath you. The curve of it caught the light, creating soft shadows that only emphasized its size.

God.

You looked incredible.

I stepped closer and leaned down until my lips hovered beside your ear.

"I know you’re full,” I whispered, as I placed my hand and carefully rubbed your belly.

A quiet sound escaped you.

My smile widened.

“And you did such a good job tonight, amor.”

The words came out low and warm.

“You finished your dinner. Your desserts. Even the patelitos I brought you."

I let the praise settle between us.

My gaze drifted back to your stomach.

From this angle it seemed even larger than usual, stretching outward from your body before sloping gradually back toward the bed. The sheer scale of it captivated me. It looked heavy. Comfortable. Warm.

Beautiful.

I found myself studying the way it rested against the mattress, the way its weight subtly reshaped the sheets beneath it.

“You have no idea what you do to me" I murmured.

My voice was barely more than a breath.

“You just keep getting bigger, piggy.”

There was no judgment in the words.

Only admiration.

Only wonder.

I leaned closer.

“Every time we think you’ve reached your limit, somehow you spoil me and have a little more .”

The light bathed your skin in a white glow, highlighting the gentle curve of your stomach. From where I stood, it resembled a breathtaking landscape, impossible not to notice, impossible not to admire.

“A montaña,” I whispered.

The word felt perfect.

“Mi montaña.”

I tucked my hair behind my ear, unable to suppress a smile.

“You are incredible.”

My hands traveled over the rest of your frame.

Your thighs resemble giant trunks of towering trees, broad and sturdy, while your ass is like a humongous boulder, perfectly rounded but jiggly.

But they always returned to your stomach.

To its size.

To its presence.

To the way it seemed to announce itself before anything else.

“I could spend all night worshipping you,” I confessed quietly.