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@blubberchubx
Soft. I'm definitely getting soft. And flabby. Just a big fat pile of luscious lard. My tits are growing at such a rate that they make my nipples stretch so much that they're now super sensitive. Can't keep my hands away from them. Fleshy thights, deep belly button, this fatty is filling out nicely.
Running out of donuts. Need more donuts. And maybe a pizza? Working on my fatboy pussy. Any muscular feeders ready to make this fatty enormous?
Iāve become such a fat, food and lard addicted pig. I canāt stop thinking about the next hit. The feeling of food touching my lips, as I swallow, knowing that it will make me one step closer to become nothing but a formless fat mass of man.Ā
Soon my tiny cock will be totally gone. All thatās missing is that muscular feeder to take me to the next level.
So full. What to eat next? Need a feeder to take charge.
Reblog if youāre a gainer who welcomes anonymous teasing and encouragement!
Definitely
Absolutely
the harsher the better
I want this to be you.
Immobilised by flesh.
A slave to your greed.
Machinery keeping you alive.
A bedbound, useless blob.
Itās your destiny pig, so letās make it happen.
Lets feed you into the abyss.
Well on my way.
Iāve become such a fat, food and lard addicted pig. I canāt stop thinking about the next hit. The feeling of food touching my lips, as I swallow, knowing that it will make me one step closer to become nothing but a formless fat mass of man.Ā
Soon my tiny cock will be totally gone. All thatās missing is that muscular feeder to take me to the next level.
Humiliated
Aww poor thingā¦you canāt get up anymore. Too bad. I didnāt want you to. While you spent the last two years being a complete hog you hardly noticed your body bloating up past 800 pounds. Maybe you did but just didnt care anymore. I make you feel good, right? Adoring your corpulent body every day. Spoiling you rotten with endless snacks and sugary drinks. A nice recipe for obesity. A constantly full tummy, warm blankets and a luxuriously comfortable bed. Who would want to leave that anyway? Soon Iāll have you eating from a large funnel hanging above your bed. A slow thick slop adding more flesh to you, anchoring you into the bed for good. Youāll be so swollen with lard you wonāt be able to struggle when I take over and power feed you. Your belly will fill up and stretch until it sits past your fat buried kneecaps. Iāll mock you for letting yourself get so goddamn fat but youāll probably like it anyways. Youāll grow weaker the bigger you get and Iāll finally have complete control over you. Rubbing and pinching, measuring and weighing you every day. Using your body in disgusting ways. Watching you humiliate yourself when you attempt to even roll over. Seeing you wheeze and gasp with every slight effort of movement after you swell up to half a ton. Millions of calories piled into you, creating a disgusting mass of a once respectable human being. People will judge you for doing this to yourself. āYou could have said noā¦.ā Theyāll say. āHow could you possibly let yourself get this big?ā āYou need to see a doctor, you are out of control.ā Taunting, degrading, teasing you. But you will just consume more thinking of how you could push yourself to grow so fucking huge that you wonāt be recognizable. A slave to a heart monitor and other medical aids just to keep you alive for me. A funnel of calorie filled sludge to help you fill out even further. A humiliating mound of sinful gluttony in human form. A neverending flow of fat straight into your mouth. Now feed for me.
I really just want to mercilessly stuff and feed a true hog of a man well beyond any hope of ever walking or doing things on his own and remind him constantly how Iāll never stop no matter how huge and unhealthy he gets and every time he thinks he canāt grow anymore and the worst is over cuz he can barely breathe or lift his arms, ill up the daily intake so heāll be forced to grow more anyways no matter how bad it is for him. >) A true lardball to accept my evil funā¦ hehehe
Iām waiting.
Sadistic Feeder Mood
I just want to tie you down and hook you up to a feeding machine. Your protests, tears, threats amounting to nothing. Every ounce of energy you muster to protest this forced life will be a waste. As the pounds pile on so will the sweet, sweet embrace of addiction. What was once fear and disgust slowly shifts to bliss and lust. Never having enough. Needing to be a fat pig. Taking pride in every new pound as you slowly outgrow your bed. Turning into an immobile pet buried under pounds of fat. How could you not realize this was the perfect life, before?
it is my destiny. canāt escape it.
We want to know, how fat you want your boyfriend. How absurdly obese! I mean, tell us the ultimate feeder goal of yours! I could read those kind of things all day...
So now after answering that tube feeding question, I feel like this is the perfect time for me to get to answering this question. Iām not sure how close I can get to this ā¦ but I want to get him as close to this point as possibleā¦.
I want him to be so fat that he doesnāt just fill, but overflows a king size bed. He less resembles a human, but more of just a blob or mound of fat. As he uses the feeding tube to pump more gainer shake inside him, he still feels incredibly hungry. Not even the constant rate of tube feeding can keep him full any longer. Having to have a cpap mask on to breathe. His eyes glazed over from addiction. He wouldnāt be able to stop at this point. He had his chance 100s of pounds ago, but he gave in and let his gluttonous desires take over. His arm fat devouring his hands. His calve fat devouring his feet. His fat pad completely engulfing his cock 100s of pounds ago. Legs permanently spread apart due to how fat his thighs are. Massive cheeks and his neck lost in a sea of blubber. If someone were to remove the tube from his mouth, it would be near impossible or maybe even impossible to get it back in his mouth because of the size of his cheeks being in the way.Ā
Yes.
Abuse
I love abusing you. Watching your pleading eyes look up at me when I push more delicious treats passed your plump lips. The arousal that wakens inside of you from being full. Watching your taught stomach gradually bulge with more fat drives my need to feed you even more. You moan from overeating to the point of nearly bursting. Your intestines are so packed full of food from a constant state of indulgence that it hurts to move. You ache to be empty again but I wonāt let that happen. Abusing your body gives me such a sense of pleasure. Seeing the difference from pictures taken every week. Seeing you give into my coercions and watching it affect your once delicate body. My sinful persuasions fattening you up. I always blame you for getting so fat, fully knowing its all my fault. Iām uncertain to where you want me to really stop, but I probably wonāt anyway. Watching you glut yourself heavier and heavier keeps me in a almost an animal like state. Always craving to see you grow bigger. To watch your body spread out. Smacking and pinching every inch of flab that hangs off of your body makes you blush and squirm with embarassment. Such a fat pig. You always complain about having to climb stairs and growing out of breath quickly. Thats what happens when your body gets heavier. Moving starts to become difficult. Especially when youāre pushing four hundred pounds. Your doughy belly being the center of gravity makes it hard not to waddle. Your ass is also swollen thick with lumpy cellulite. When I watch you slowly waddle away from me its just so tempting to bend you over and violate you between those two gargantuan globes of wobbling fat. I love squeezing and jiggling them with your panties being sucked between your colossal asscheeks. What I wouldnāt give to watch your ass grow so big that it gets stuck in doorways and chairs. Only in due time though. Iāll just keep feeding you and feeding you until my desires have been met. I dream of watching you struggle to even roll over. Listening to the sounds of your rolls slap each other when you attempt to be even slightly physically active. I want to see your once toned arms overflow with heavy sagging fat, making your arms useless and weighed down. Once you begin to practically give up on diets and exercising thats when I know I have won. My non stop feeding, enabling, and pushiness will destroy you. Your body will be so bloated and full from being constantly fed that youāll never want to move. Iāll just continue treating you like a toy, a pet, an object so my selfish needs are met.
Decisions
You could be in shape by now if only you decided to put the fork down.
Your stomach could be flat and toned but instead you chose to overindulge on carbs and candy.
The clothes you wear could be easier to find if you chose to eat less. But you didnāt did you? Now youāre in XXXL shirts and pants because your mouth is always full and your self discipline has vanished. I hope this is what you wanted.
I hope you wanted a huge hanging gut, wobbly sagging arms, and an ass so fucking wide that its basically an anchor when you sit down. Pinning you to wherever you are seated.
I hope your poor decisions make you happy. Stuffing your face at all times. Gorging yourself until your stomach is painfully swollen and overstretched.
I hope you are happy when you realise that all of your poor decisions have lead you down a path of no return. When youāve become an overgrown greedy pig that cannot bring themselves to stop bingeing. Bad decisions lead to worse consequences.
All of those decisions will leave you breathless, heavy, and unhealthy. It will leave you pathetic and extremely out of shape, lazy and hard to look at. Youāll be left looking like a literal hog of a human. Your fat clogged arteries will prove to be a ticking time bomb for your health. But you just keep shoveling food into your fat fucking face. How big will you let yourself get pig? Five hundred pounds? Eight hundred? Over a thousand? Just keep eating you fat fuck. Your gluttonous decisions will be the death of you. Just keep growing bigger.
I want a willing fatty to let me push him past the point of no return, and beyond.
I want to watch and tease you as I taunt you and attempt to convince you out of the bed. āLook at your worthless jiggling body, fatass. You canāt even get up. Ha. So young and already a helpless pile of lard. Just stop embarrassing yourself fatso. Give up and lay there while I mercilessly funnel feed you pure lard, heavy cream, and butter. Your blubberbound body is worth nothing more than to be expanded and grown as much as possible by my tantalizingly torturous treatment. Youāll keep eating like the worthless hog you are. So what, youāre immobilized? Like any good pig should be. Thatās just the first step in me destroying you, fat fuck.
Next you will lose your ability to stay concious for long with so many calories constantly pumping in you. Going in an out of an exhausted state, your heart and lungs just trying so hard to keep up.
Then you loose your ability to lift your arms for long. Then requiring me to scratch itches and such for you. How pathetic. Youāll literally just lay there and grow as I do everything else for you.
Then you loose the capability of breathing on your own. Needing and oxygen tank at all times. The simplistic of tasks will be beyond my fatass.
Next thing youād loose would probably be your ability to feel your legs/even wiggle your toes. Maybe have to have a leg or both amputated. Not like you would ever use then again anyways, lardass.
And then finally before you loose your ability to breathe even with oxygen tanks, or pump blood through your massive lardpile excuse of a body, if hope to see your face so drowned in fat that you canāt open your eyes much, or for long, if at all. You donāt need to see to be fattened to death. Good piggy. Hehehe. ;3
The point of no return. Approaching it with every bite I take.
āYou see, piggy, this is what a man should look like. Tall, healthy and muscular, not borderline chained to a bed due to uncontrollable gluttony, You can barely walk and barely fit in the car, yet you keep stuffing your face with fattening foods. Donāt give me that look, I force feed and tube feed you because thatās what your pathetic mind craves. Thatās the only way youāll get a body like this, when I caress the fat Iāve let you make for me. Keep eating that bucket of ice cream, fatty, Iāll head in here and grab some proper food, and on our way home weāll make several stops so you can keep growing, because this might be your last outing. Now keep eating, fatty. My fatty.ā
Superxlchubboy luke 734lbs to 1,060lbs
This is incredible. Thank you!
#goals
lustful gluttony knows only one end. who will help me reach my morbidly obese destiny?
Wanted:
A feeder boyfriend who will make sure I always hit my goals weeks early. A feeder boyfriend who will let me spill into his seat on a plane and cuddle me the entire way.Ā A feeder boyfriend who knows when Iām just being difficult, and when Iām actually full.
A feeder boyfriend who learns my family recipes to keep me satisfied when traveling home isnāt a frequent thing anymore.
A feeder boyfriend who wakes me up every day with a heaping pile of eggs, potatoes, and bacon. And maybe waffles. Aaand pancakes. And maybe 2 kinds of juices because he knows Iām an indecisive fuck.
A feeder boyfriend who learns my tricks for gaining and holds me to them every waking minute. A feeder boyfriend who wants me big enough to rely on him for every little thing. A feeder boyfriend who knows exactly the right words to get me to eat just a little more.Ā
A feeder boyfriend who knows that weāre in this together, and that Iāll never stop eating as long as he keeps feeding.
Inquire within.
Yes. Oh God yes. I need one of those!
Perfectly stated.
Yes please!
Pretty much.
Piggy
Piggy.
Admit it, you like it when I call you that.
It is pretty fitting, unlike most of your wardrobe. Thatās right, donāt think I havenāt noticed! I mean, how could I not when you get so out of breath every morning trying to put on your jeans. Itās so cute watching your fat ass squeeze into those things. At this point they look like theyāre practically painted on. Though I wouldnāt be surprised if they were, youāve grown quite a bit!
Remember when I told you I accidentally threw them in the dryer and they shrunk a little bit? Just kidding! You owe all that to that big, fat gut of yours, darling.
Wellā¦ I may have helped a little bit with that actually.
Remember when I clumsily dropped all those dishes? That was actually just an excuse to buy new plates. If you had any hope of losing weight maybe I would have gotten smaller ones, but of course, they, just like you, got bigger.
Remember all those leftover cookies, cakes, brownies, and pies I brought home from those new āproductivity boosting office meetingsā I told you about? I just brought those all home from the bakery to keep you tempted and full.
How about those times where I promised I would make dinner but then āforgotā, forcing us to order out?
But hey you enjoyed stuffing all those pizzas in your mouth right? You always looked so content with your pants unbuttoned, mouth stained, and tummy bloated. Of course that didnāt stop you from waddling your tight panty clad ass to get a late night snack. Iād always clumsily order two pizzas, but itās not like they would be there in the morning. Especially now since youāre looking like we better upgrade to three.
Letās not act like most of this was my fault though. Knowing your appetite, this was bound to happen anyway. I never forced you to eat those entire sheet cakes or pans of brownies. I only rubbed your belly to make you feel more comfortable, how was I supposed to know you would just eat more?
Besides, just face it. Youāre a porker, a hog, a full blown fat pig, and you know it. Itās so cute when you try to hide the fact that you get out of breath just from standing up. Your face already red, and just getting even redder from embarrassment. Itās okay to be gaining weight, just be a good piggy and own up to it.
You might even enjoy it more, the reckless abandonment of dietary restrictions. All the unhealthy, caloric, sugary junk you could imagine. Anything you want. All the time spent on your fat ass loading up on carbs just for it to be converted to more fat. The relaxing, increasingly slowing rhythm of your waddle. No need to prove a point, just succumb to the huge hulking mass that is the true you.
Accept those chubby cheeks that are waiting to be filled and to become tired enough to switch over from chewing to milkshakes.
Accept those extra chins, burying your face and neck in blubber as immediate notoriety for your utter gluttony and appetite.
Accept those doughy arms, weighing your next mouthful down and begging me to take away their job, eventually for an early retirement.
Accept those fat fingers, surprising you with your own lack of self discipline and fading dexterity.
Accept that huge belly, constantly pulling you forward and serving as a permanent monument, never letting you forget that youāre a fat pig.
Accept your gigantic ass, testing the strength of every piece of furniture you ever sit on and making creaking, collapsing, and crashing a constant soundtrack.
Accept your collasal thighs, hiding predictions of your even fatter future in their dimples, destroying every fabric that meets its path on top of everything edible that meets yours.
Accept your fat feet, bloating up to resist and turn the slow waddle into a crawl, inevitably making a scooter or rather bed your assās new home.
Accept yourself as a piggy, letting the pounds ooze onto you, the breaths escape your catch, and your gluttony win.
Piggy.
Me af
*Orders pizza.*
Hog canāt stop himself. He was once over 400 pounds and then got down to around 200. Now heās over 800 pounds.
...and heāll keep growing until his body canāt handle his pathetic gluttony anymore.
