I go by BlobbyCow im a feedee, gainer, maintainer, and pet. Im 24 male 323lbs, been involved and actively gaining in the feedism community off and on sense 2016. Recently passed the 315lb mark. If you would like to assist a cow by sponsoring or purchasing belly vids and pics means of donations are below and dm's are open.
Soft and Extreme feedism with dreams of immobility and a little hint of death feedism to push those limits is what im about.
Im in a relationship with my FA/Encourager/Enabler @cowstuffer and we are both dating to find our 3rd for a throupple. Dm's are open to males and females.
I don't post often normally besides reposts cuz im kinda just takin it at my own pace and still unsure how to exactly add my own flavor to my page but its slowly coming along.
Socials
Discord: ChocoCow420
Server: Kinda dead not sure what im doing with it entirely but im gonna be workin on that this year.
Check out the ~'Blobby Cow's Feeding Barn'~ community on Discord - hang out with 5 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
Some more 'soft' ideas for feeders who are helping their feedee get a bit (or a lot) softer
- Monthly care packages of their favorite snacks and treats! You can surprise them or ask what they want (also you can have some fun with it by counting up all the calories of the items so you know how much more you're adding to their diet)
- Surprise dinners from their favorite food places: not a whole stuffing but a decent meal. Takes off the task of cooking on their end and it gets more calories in their body.
- Making fun and sugary drinks for them to sip on constantly throughout the day! From juices, sweet tea, chocolate milk, very creamy coffees, and sodas! Even get them a fun cup to go with it!
- Setting out their favorite snacks for them while they are doing something. Are they playing a game? Well pour them a bowl of their go-to salty snack and watch them munch away.
- Keep snacks on hand 24/7 and keep on offering them to your greedy little feedee! "Hey baby we have a long drive, wanna eat something quick? Look in my backpack I've got a few choices in there for ya"
- Provide them with gift cards or debt cards for food expenses alone, it just takes the burden of them having to ask for money away.
- Start baking and cooking more, tell them that you are experimenting! How could they turn down your hard work???
- Put the idea that they should be eating more in their head. Life is busy and sometimes all we need is a reminder or two. Ex- "Oh that wasn't a big serving at all, I bet you're still hungry", "Hey baby you should eat something, you look hungry", "Can you please have some more~"
-Add some more incentives for why they would want to eat/positive reinforcements. This could be from weight goals with a reward at each milestone or telling them what you want/will do to them because they are eating for you like a good boy/girl!
Hopefully some of these help you encourage your feedee to keep on eating and packing on the pounds! Each person is different and you need to experiment and try out new things to actually find what clicks best for the both of you, these are just some basic ideas.
You know you’ve gotten fatter by the way your belly and chest and rump move when you try to jog now — resisting the pull of gravity just a moment longer than the rest of you at the apex of your stride, pulling down and bringing their excess weight to bear an instant after your foot touches back on the ground. It never used to do that when you were leaner and thinner and tighter all over. In a word, you jiggle now. And it’s obvious.
You know you’ve gotten fatter by the way your thighs get so warm from your belly resting on them for too long. This wasn’t a problem back when you had a lap — which I suppose you technically still do, but it’s so thoroughly buried by that sack of blubber hanging off your midsection that it doesn’t really count anymore. You have to lift that thick flab roll any time you want to let your thighs and fatpad cool off, and you notice that’s getting harder and harder to do by the day.
You know you’ve gotten fatter by the way you get out of breath by the end of your walk to the bus now. It’s not that far — a few dozen steps to the end of your street — but by the end of it, you’re having to work to get your breaths in and out, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks and the perspiration beginning to seep out under your arm fat and down your back rolls. The hunger, too, is telling; the sugary treat you used to save for your first cup of coffee at work now disappears by the second stop, a sacrifice to the rumbling in your stomach that inevitably follows this briefest of workouts. The crumbs of sugar and pastry, and sometimes daubs of icing, trickle down over the rolls and belly filling your lap and spilling over into the necessarily empty seat next to you. None of your fellow riders are surprised to see them there.
You know you’ve gotten fatter when you go to stand up from your office chair, and the chair comes with you. You’d tried to ignore all the splitting seams, the periodic blowouts in your pants seat, the groaning chairs, the growing inertia of all the weight sloshing around on your rump. But ignoring it is no longer an option, not now that you have to squeeze yourself out from between the armrests of this XL roller. Your hips and ass may not be the widest part of you, but there’s no disguising the state you’re in now that they’re bigger around than even most beer bellies. You’re not gracefully squeezing past anyone on the way to the lunchroom — they’re getting out of your way, fast.
You know you’ve gotten fatter when clothes that can fully cover your body simply don’t exist anymore. When your thigh rolls bulge and sag out of the biggest pair of shorts you can find, tumbling over one another in a shapeless cascade past where your knees would be, if you could still point them out. When you have to cut the sleeves off of your 8XL tee to make room for your massive doughball arms and the sideboob rolls that hang over what’s left of the seam. When your belly hangs too low and wobbles too much with every minor movement to stay covered by your circus tent of an outfit. On the rare occasions when you still go out, you can’t help but put on a mutually unwanted show for everyone in the vicinity, who try with greater or lesser success to hide how horrified they are at the sight of your unmanageable obesity. Fortunately, there are plenty of chasers and feeders out there happy to fill in for you on the grocery or takeout run.
You know you’ve gotten fatter when you can’t even manage to shuffle into the shower without getting stuck. You always thought the shower seat you started using, once it became impossible to hold your shameful bulk up for the pathetically short duration of a shower, was going to be the failure point. Instead, it’s the cold, rigid stainless steel of the shower doorframe pinching the unreachable extremity of your belly on one side and the stacks of lard-filled back rolls on the other. You can already feel the burn in your leg muscles, underneath the shapeless lumps of fat disguising them as useable extremities, that tells you you’re rapidly reaching your limit for physical exertion. The same burning spreads to your overworked lungs, fighting against the weight of your blubber-packed tits to keep you breathing, as you struggle in vain to get yourself free. Good thing your feeder is there to extract you and bring you a couple dozen cookies to help you calm down.
You know you’ve gotten fatter when the slight pressure of your feeder’s touch against your blubbery chest is enough to make getting up from the couch impossible. You can still just throw your weight forward with enough force to tip forward onto your feet, pushing your hundreds of excess pounds up from a squat until you’re in a standing position. But not when he doesn’t want you to. It takes you so much effort, fighting against the flab smothering your body, that his halfhearted push is enough to send you rolling backward, out of breath and stuck in your divot on the couch. The perfect spot for him to caress your triple chins as he feeds you something greasy and fatty and soporific enough that you can’t even consider trying to get up again. You were probably too big to try it in the first place anyway, or so you try to convince yourself.
You know you’ve gotten fatter. You know you’re getting fatter. You know you’re never going to stop getting fatter. And you still have so much more growing to do.
Incredible to read when I had to try to roll my overfed pot roast-filled belly out of the driver’s seat twice, feeling gravity plop me back down onto my tubby butt 🐽 It’s only getting fatter
A little quick video. Gains have slowed down. Feels like my weight is settling making me feel softer even more jiggly while experiencing jiggles in new places. My partner has been loving it. I seriously can't wait till my belly hangs halfway down my thighs while i have to take a wider stance.
Also hope you dont mind the music got tired of just hearing me breathe and grab at myself so i added some background.
Gods, just fatten me up into a completely helpless ball of lard, tight and creaking from how fast all that blubber was packed into my straining body, plop me onto an industrial furniture dolly, and tug me around by a leash like some kind of lard-balloon to show off…
It definitely has a different feel to it, sure, but I'm pretty sure if you're as big as I was imagining with this description, I don't think there's a mobility scooter out there strong enough (or bloated-hand-that-can't-even-close accessible enough) for such a thing.
Though, that does give me the idea of remote-controlled mobility scooters, with the remote being in your feeder's hands, giving you no say in where you're being scooted too, hehehe.
Ok ok that puts it into more perspective. Definitely not that bigg yet but hope i get there someday and a remote controlled dolly able to withstand tons of weight is a definite yes. Pretty much a mobility aid for blobs haha.
Dom feedee/sub feeder is such an untapped market. No one ever talks about how feeders can be dominated besides just pinning us down with your weight, so here’s some more ideas that I am a fan of:
Making your weight gain 100% your feeders responsibility. If you want to gain, it’s not your job to put in effort. It’s their job to cater to you well enough. They need to be cooking ALL of your favorites, keeping snack options in arms reach for you to snack on 24/7, doing tiring things for you, and fetching your things so you don’t have to expend energy. If you don’t gain as much as you wanted to, a punishment could be in order for your feeder 👀
Making a smaller feeder your personal sex toy when you get too big to reach your buried bits
Teasing feeders for being so eager to please and incorporating orgasm-denial into it: “you can’t come until I finish eating my 3rd dessert.” Meanwhile, the feedee has come twice already between courses
Fatness as a symbol of divinity! Have a God-like presence as your feeder worships you.
Literally just teasing your feeder for not gaining weight. Just make your own pocket universe where being fat and gaining weight is the beauty standard, and make fun of your feeder for being pathetic lol
I want to make you too fat to get off on your own, whining and begging for it.
Pathetically grinding your fatass on the couch to hump your own lard to seek some relief.
Out of breath, gasping and giving up after 1 min.
And when your fatpad is big enough just waddling to the fridge to get more food would get you off feeling you fat massage your buried cock
Cumming halfway between the couch and fridge, wheezing, snorting and grunting, needing some support from the nearest surface, trying to catch your breath.
Barely a patch on your tight sweatpants because your cock is buried so deep between your fupa, belly and thighs rolls, your balls so crushed by it, that all you manage is only a pitiful dollop of cum.
Still when you see me in the kitchen, you ask between two moan and snort, that I help you to the living room, that you’re too tired and need your couch, as if you just run a marathon.
Gods, just fatten me up into a completely helpless ball of lard, tight and creaking from how fast all that blubber was packed into my straining body, plop me onto an industrial furniture dolly, and tug me around by a leash like some kind of lard-balloon to show off…
It feels good doesn’t it? Gorging yourself like some dumb animal. Doing exactly what your owner says when they say it. They say to kneel and you do, they tell you to moo like a stupid heffier and you moo. I wonder what would happen if they put a cowbell on you? Would it make your poor little brain leak right out of your ears? I wonder also if I can get that useless brain of yours to shut off if I started milking you. Why don’t we give it a try and see what happens my good little moo cow
"Embarrassingly fat" is the mood of the day. Feeling your face flush as you feel eyes watching your overhang wobble from your too-small shirt, hearing people whisper about how huge you are. Your cheeks hot pink as you make a last-ditch attempt to pull your shirt down, only to have it spring back up, cool air breezing over your exposed belly hang.
Hehe, having your gainer partner do the driving on a road trip, ordering them when to stop for food. You’ll lean over their protruding belly to bark off menu items they’ll be eating, can’t help but feel them shift their legs together as it keeps coming.
You’ll be sat in the passenger seat unwrapping and feeding them every little food in the over stuffed bag, the small one is for you since you can’t keep much down on a bumpy road. One hand rubbing their growing belly, shifting a little when they feel the steering wheel start digging into them while trying to drive still.
At the first rest stop you two hit, they’re stuck in the driver seat. Top of their belly is distended and shining red while the rest of their belly sags between their chubby legs. Looking up at you with a begging puppy look in their eyes, they ask that you lower the seat and help them slide out. You wrap an arm as far around their waist as you could and help them to the passenger seat where they can finally recline and digest.
Getting back onto the road, and a grumble sounds off from the passenger while they snore away. You’re pulling into a drive through again before they crack their eyes open. Waking up by the time you grab the first bag from the window and plop it on their lap and they dig in immediately, not even noticing the two others you put in the back seat.
Those three bags were enough to nearly send them back off to sleep but those damn bumps in the road are just dislodging burp after burp in them, you can see a bit of nausea in their face but you tell them to hold on as you’re just around the corner from the house
