fatgorl

18+ blog pls! 26, she/her, feedee, lesbian. I’m just a trans girl who loves eating junk food a lil too much. SW: 165 CW: 272 GW: 300. Feel free to message me about food and/or ur favorite Nintendo games :3

[bigbellybenni]

My feeder loves to admire her work 😏

[aspiringfatgirl]

Me and who

[enamorxte]

REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

[junthepanda]

fishnets on fat bodies reblog if you agree

[aspiringfatgirl]

I'm happy you exist! 🩷 :D

Omg thank uuuu :3

[peenutbuttjelly]

I'm sorry but belly inflation kink/feeding kink is so unserious

[peenutbuttjelly]

wdym this mf turns me on?

[aspiringfatgirl]

Being on an anti anxiety med AND estradiol I think is making me put on weight extremely fast I’ve gained like nearly 15 pounds in just the past month

It’s either that or all the fast food I’ve been eating >:3

[eatformelove]

~reblog to gain 20lbs~ >>>

we all know you're way too thin..

[aspiringfatgirl]

Slowly but surely getting fatter (I’ve gained 10 pounds and I’m happy)

[switchychub]

This is my weight gain sigil I created. Reblogs/likes will charge it. The more reblogs this gets, hopefully the more weight everyone who reblogs it will gain!

[loveforfeedees]

Spread the word. :3

[bramblesqrl]

Every time you like or reblog this the other folks who have interacted with it before you get the urge to eat a snack.

[weirdw00d]

This is so wild to still see out in the wild, this was my witchy feedist sideblog from 2016 and I made this sigil and charged it specifically for weight gain :o

[hecatelund]

Seems like it worked! Charging the hell outta that thing!

[urwitchypiggy]

Snatching you

Cw: toxic feeder, pet play, bimbo, intox, light slob (musk messy eating)

I very regularly offer for people to stay at my place and it makes me think of the evil I could do with that. Like I want to take a pretty little thing who just starting out in feedism and snatch them from where they’re at. Starting out I’d tease them online and they’d get more than a little pudgier for me over a few weeks until they start talking all wild about visiting me.

I of course very genuinely offer to house them for a while so in their gluttonous glee of being a new feedee they agree to fly out. Once they’re in my clutches we do a few nice and easy stuffings. The first few days they’re startled by how much I do for them to the point where the only time they get up is to use the bathroom and they barely notice that I help them up even then. After a few days of this they settle into it nicely and in response I push them a lot more. No longer stopping when they complain about being too full now only stopping when they genuinely whine and beg.

A day or two before they leave I flip a switch and act normal again. That whole day they are caught off guard. Tummy rumbling, exhausted from getting up, somehow upset I’m making them pick up after themselves. By the end of the day they ask me what’s wrong. This is where I can finally start moulding my perfect pig. I just talk about how I love doing everything for them like that I’m just so sad they have to go. And whether it’s them worrying about me or their increasing addiction to this lifestyle they agree to stay for longer.

A week turns into a month and one day I snap them out of their feeding stupor for a moment and wipe the food off their face to show them an email of them being fired from their job for missing so much work. They thought they drafted a genius excuse after their PTO ran out and they did but I made sure to tell their boss the truth. Before they can even think about being sad about it I say “I’m proud of you piggy”. They look up in shock at me trying to understand and when their mouth is agape I slide a funnel in and pour their favorite cocktail of lard creating shake down their throat. I watch their eyes roll back as I continue “now you’re all mine to keep growing” as I begin to grind under their gut and our night ends with a choir of moans muffled by lard and shake.

After I know they’re dependent on me we begin to go out so I can return to my life but this time introducing my new partner. Every time I show them off they’re in tight clothing, smelling faintly of sex and sweat, and clearly high so I can stuff them more while we’re out. And trust me people notice. Whether we’re out at a mall and an oink escapes your lips cause I’ve trained you to oink when eating. Or when my friends mention how fat and unkempt you are. All of it gets repeated back to you when I fuck you at the end of the night and each time it’s more weed, more food, and more treatment like an actual pig.

The jarring difference between our bedroom life and the outside gets so huge that you beg to not go outside. “Mommy you always make me shower, walk and put on clothes when we go out I fucking hate it” glee crosses my face while I kiss your chocolate stained lips. Tugging on the pretty pink collar you’ve been wearing. “Piggy you know if you bail tonight I’m never letting you outside again right?” A little glimmer of fear and hesitation crosses your eyes and very subtly in response I lift the bong up prepping it while rubbing your fupa. I see your eyes roll back as pleasure renews rotting the last spark of desire to be human again in your head. “Good piggy I knew you just needed more dopamine”

Once a person who’s well employed with a bright future ahead of them now a brain rotted hog who’s always more high than not, only walks on all fours, oinks when they eat, eats family meals for every meal, never takes off their pig ears and collar, and gets sweaty just from eating. You’re a true pig now baby and soon you won’t even remember who you used to be. Don’t worry mommy will clean up after her messy pig when it gets too bad and maybe when I’m feeling extra sadistic I’ll remind you of what you used to be…

[prize-pig-collection]

Hoping to one day have access to an immobile blob’s 24/7 livestream…

It’d be so fun to check in and see whether they’re eating or sleeping (why do anything else?)

I’d be fascinated by the process of watching them get bathed, or cleaned up after going to the bathroom.

And it wouldn’t be complete without a dashboard showing all their key stats: blood sugar, cholesterol, heart rate, blood oxygen, body fat percentage, weight.

I’d especially love to watch their weight climb up gradually, minute by minute. Sure, it’d move slowly…but always up, up, up 🥰

[aspiringfatgirl]

Can I volunteer for this

[aspiringfatgirl]

Opinion on death feederism?

Not entirely sure if I’m being honest!! On one hand I LOVE the thought of getting fat through unhealthy means (eating lots of junk food, no exercise, etc), but idk if I’d want to take it to the point of me eating until I die if that makes sense?? Definitely down for eating to the point of having health and mobility issues tho :))

[asoftgoth]

glorifying obesity is really cool and fun actually 😌✌️

[hecatelund]

I really gotta get softer. I’m kinda fat and all but I wanna get s o f t, ya know? Like pillowy, doughy, jigglesome fat. The kind of fat you could really sink your hands into. Seems nice.

[hecatelund]

The two biggest things that have given me joy recently are being trans and being a feedee/gainer. I’ve made good friends and found such a caring community on here, it’s a shame that Tumblr just decided that we don’t belong here out of some misguided “well if we are gonna go after ed folks we have to be even handed and go after the fat folks too” kind of crap. The feedee community has made me feel safer and better looked after than any automated content restriction on here ever has.

I hope that this passes, I’m tired of having to look for new places to be myself.

[pocket-deer-belly]

Nothing in feedism looks like any other eating disorder, the only reason to classify it as such is based on a disgust response and the idea that there must be something wrong with someone if they actively want to be fat

[weirdandchubbygirl]

Don't worry sweetheart that shirt still looks good on you! Yes, it's normal for it to only cover half of your belly it looks better like that anyway!