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i’m not JUST promoting obesity. i’m also promoting MORBID obesity
Are you a death feedee? I get asked this every once in a while so I figure I may as well give a definitive answer.
I am really really fat. And when I die I will still be really really fat, even fatter than I am now. And no matter how I die it will be blamed on my size. People will say it was my own fault. That I was too greedy, too lazy, too weak and too gluttonous. Killed by my own lack of self control and refusal to conform. Someone is going to write “complications of extreme obesity” on my death certificate.
It won’t matter if I die from a heart attack with a triple cheese burger in my mouth, or if I get hit by a bus, or killed in a mass shooting. They’ll say if I wasn’t so fat and slow I could have dodged that bus. Or if I wasn’t such a hopeless food addict that I wouldn’t have made such a big convenient target for the shooter to fill with bullets.
I love being fat. And I really enjoy getting fatter. It’s what has always felt right to me and the fatter I get the more right it feels. Nothing is going to change that. It’s a core unchangeable part of who I am. And at my size I will never ever not be fat.
I’m going to be fat for the rest of my life and at the end of it. Not because I have a death wish or get hard at the idea of my arteries clogging. But just because it’s who I am. I’m fat and I like it.
On Belly Shape, Gaining Advice, and Lessons Learned
I got an ask today that I thought was worth sharing for anyone else on a similar path:
“Not looking for anything other than inspiration and advice. 6'2 and 290–295 lbs. Think our belly shape is the same but would love to know your thoughts? Also be keen to hear about your gain advice and lessons learned along the way?”
But I thought this would be a good opportunity to share some thoughts from my perspective as a mostly self-feeding, self-gaining man — someone who genuinely wants to get fatter for himself, not for anybody else.
If what I do also pleases others, that’s absolutely fine. I enjoy the attention, and I do appreciate the encouragement I receive through this. But at the core of it, this is still something I’m doing because I want this body for myself.
Honestly, yes — from what I can tell, I think our belly shape is or was actually quite similar. You really remind me a bit of where I was at a leaner stage, so I can definitely picture how your body might respond if you keep going.
And that brings me to the biggest thing I’ve learned:
Don’t just focus on getting heavier, focus on how you’re getting heavier.
A lot of people think gaining is just about stuffing yourself as hard as possible, but in my experience that usually just creates unnecessary stress, bloating, inflammation, and a kind of weight gain that doesn’t always build the body you actually want.
What worked best for me over time was:
consistency over force
calorie density over sheer volume
patience over chaos
A body gets truly soft, round, and heavy by being fed steadily and persistently, not just by going wild for a few days.
Time matters more than people think.
Some of the best changes don’t happen because the scale suddenly jumps. They happen because your body slowly starts to shift.
That’s how you get:
softer fat
a lower-hanging belly
more visible bulk
less temporary gain and more settled gain
That kind of change takes time.
Another big lesson: stop fighting your appetite.
Once you stop resisting your appetite and let your body enjoy hunger being answered and fullness being maintained, gaining tends to become much easier. Not because it’s effortless, but because you’re finally working with your body instead of against it.
And at 6'2 and nearly 300 lbs, you’re honestly at a really interesting point already. That’s a size where the body can still change a lot visually if you keep feeding into it consistently.
So if this is something you genuinely want, there is definitely still a lot of room for you to grow into it.
And for anyone else reading this:
Often the body you want isn’t built by rushing.
Sometimes it’s built by steady overfeeding, time, softness, and surrendering to the process.
When His Presence Takes Over
You knew exactly what you were doing when you showed me that belly.
No rush.
No hiding.
Just weight, presence, confidence.
I don’t fall to my knees because I’m weak.
I do it because your body demands it.
That belly doesn’t ask for attention..it takes it.
It fills the frame.
It fills the room.
It fills my thoughts until there’s nothing else left.
I look at you and I don’t see excess.
I see power.
I see comfort.
I see a man who knows he deserves to be admired slowly.
You stay still.
You let me look.
You let me feel small in front of something bigger than me.
Good.
I like how grounded you are.
How heavy.
How unapologetic.
You make it easy for me to obey my instincts.
Stay like that.
Let me kneel.
Let me admire what you carry so confidently.
You don’t need to move.
You don’t need to prove anything.
Your body already says enough.
And I’ll stay right here,
exactly where your presence puts me.
hey! i used vhc boost 2 yrs ago and it basically ruined my life. i’m desperate for more info or just hearing other feedee’s stories. i wish there was a spot where we could all gather to share our stories and figure stuff out! do u know of anything? if not, maybe this post? tldr, i used boost and it caused SEVERE gallbladder issues and severe chronic fatigue to the point i went from a functional person to someone who literally sleeps almost all day literally since the day i drank the boost. i wish so badly i never drank it. i completely lost all of my energy since the day i drank it. it genuinely ruined my life. i’m so curious to know if others have similar experiences to me. thanks sm for ur post, it helped me feel less alone at least!!
i am so so sorry to hear it!!!!! you are definitely not alone!! i have met nearly a dozen other feedees who had some sort of chronic issues after too much Boost VHC and have heard from several others who had similar experiences with gainer/protein powder.
i had gallbladder issues post-Boost, and got it removed, but I am still needing regular infusions from the complications nearly 5 years out. i had/have similar symptoms to yours, u can dm me and maybe i can offer some tips to mitigate them
More reasons not to drink them anymore like sorry yall will not make me do it it’s not worth the risks :/
^^^^ super important post. A regular boost contains all ur daily vitamin/mineral intake so doing 6+ at once is badly gonna overload ur kidneys/liver. I personally like to mix a Very High Calorie boost with heavy cream/milk to still get that nice 530 cal hit with extra bloat from more liquid
I’m so scared, what the fuck does this do to you
i am so in love with this little animal that i had to draw him…
Getting even bigger, watch my belly just jiggle everywhere! https://onlyfans.com/raev77
I love this piggy superchub so much ❤️
@thenotorious-pig is so hot!!!🔥🔥🔥
I do look good in these tbh…
An inspiration to us all ^_^
You may have noticed that some patients are showing a LOT of skin in our photos (they really can't help it, they have SO much surface area). Some of our weight gain clinics are clothing-optional, which becomes easier and more beneficial the larger you get. Water used for laundry cycles (think of those stained shirts!) can be used for extra showers instead. The more weight you gain the more likely your "apron" (overhang) is to cover your genitals, adding "decency." It also makes it easy and more accurate for weigh-ins and measurements.
I can’t stop thinking about it anymore.
I want it so fucking bad. I need a feeder who doesn’t give a shit about limits, who sees how pathetic and greedy I already am and just… keeps pushing.
I want to be trapped under hundreds and hundreds of pounds of my own soft, useless blubber. I want my belly to sag so heavy it pins me to the bed, rolls cascading over rolls, sweat pooling in every deep crease while I wheeze just from existing. I want stretch marks like lightning bolts splitting across my skin, red and angry at first, then turning silver as proof of how much I’ve surrendered.
I want to feel the tube shoved down my throat when my jaw gets too tired, thick calorie sludge pumping straight into me 24/7—shakes so dense they feel like cement, heavy cream, melted ice cream, oil slicking everything. I want my body to forget what hunger even feels like because I’m never empty. Ever. Just constantly bloated, aching, leaking, my heart hammering against layers of fat like it’s trying to escape before it gives out.
I want my legs to fuse into useless pillows of cellulite, my arms too swollen to lift, my chins multiplying until I can barely turn my head. I want to be so immobile that the only movement is the jiggle when someone slaps my gut or forces another funnel session. I want my feeder’s hands sinking wrist-deep into my sides while they whisper how much prettier I’ll be when I’m closer to the edge, when every breath is a struggle, when my body is finally giving up exactly like I begged it to.
I’m already ruined for anything else. Normal life? Gone. Thin? Laughable. I don’t want escape. I want to sink deeper. I want to be their perfect, disgusting, dying pig—swollen, sweaty, horny and helpless, cumming from the pressure alone while my arteries clog and my organs drown in lard.
Please.
Make me so fat I can’t come back.
Make me so fat I stop breathing under my own weight.
I’m begging for it. I’m dripping just typing this.
I’m not leaving this path. I’m already too far gone. 🐷💦🍰
REBLOG IF YOU GET WET OR HARD BY THE THOUGHT OF GETTING FATTER
Uhm hmm! 😈