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I just want to be an enabler for all your âbadâ habits thatâll make you fatter, if I see you sitting on the couch watching tv Iâll put a plate of food in front of you and put a bong in your hands making sure youâre always high and well fed đ
The life!
Coming to the party was a mistake. Now, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room with no memory of how you got there; you are strapped down to a chair and you feel a plastic nuzzle in your mouth.
You writhe in your bonds, but they don't loosen. Soon, a figure enters a room. You vaguely recognize them as one of the guests at the party; a quiet person who observed everyone instead of engaging in conversation. Now, as you look at them, you wonder how you could ever think this person was human; they are clearly a fairy or some other malicious spirit.
"You must be wondering why you're here," the person says. "I have chosen you among the crowd. You were so enamoured with all the food and drink. You are showing great potential."
You want to answer, to protest, to ask questions. You can't; your mouth is blocked.
The person smiles cruelly. "Welcome to your new life, my dear. I'm sorry it had to be done like this, but if you cooperate nicely, soon your life will become rather enjoyable."
They push a button on some machinery that is connected to your nuzzle with a long plastic tube. A warm liquid starts flowing into your mouth, incredibly heavy and sweet. You are forced to swallow, and it lands wetly in your stomach. You aren't sure how long the whole process lasts, but by the end of it, your stomach is distended and painful. You can't even rub it to soothe it; your hands are bound.
You are left in the room to digest your heavy meal. Whenever you feel like the tension in your stomach is easing up a little, the liquid starts flowing again. You lose the track of time.
***
It must have been at least two weeks; at least, that's what you tried to establish by counting the times when you fell into an uneasy, overfull slumber. Constantly tied to the chair, with the otherworldly person only occasionally coming to the room to clean you off or change the bottles with the sweet liquid, you find yourself constantly sleepy, barely able to think about anything besides how full your belly is.
But today, something is different.
The person arrives at the room and undoes the straps on your arms and legs. For the first time since you found yourself here, you are able to look down at yourself, and the image of your soft belly spilling slightly onto your thighs startles you. Slowly, your captor helps you up to your feet. Standing up is a bit more difficult than you remember. You are naked, and they now lead you to a different room which is completely empty save for a scale on the floor and a mirror on the wall.
"You are becoming quite a sight," your captor says. "Soon, you will be ready for the next stage."
You look at yourself in the mirror. Your face is fuller, and your chin has softened. Your chest has become plump and is starting to sag a little. Your belly is red and distended, rounded out. You touch it and feel its softness. You tentatively step on the scale.
220 pounds.
Your breath quickens. You gained 50 pounds in 2 weeks. You want to run away from here, come back to your old life. Desperately, you search for any windows in the room, but you see nothing. Still, you run to the door, trying to get past your captor and reach freedom.
It startles you how much your body starts jiggling when you run. Your back, your thighs, your arms, the rolls under your armpits. You are pudgy all over, and you are also slow. Your captor catches you instantly, and they are displeased.
"Do you really think you could escape me?" they say. "Well, now you just sealed your fate."
They lead you to the room with a chair again. They strap you down. The liquid flows. This time, a lot more of it. You almost gag. Afterwards, you fall into a fitful sleep.
***
You don't know how much time passed, but you can feel the heaviness of your belly hanging off your waist. Your captor is back to untie you and lead you to the room with the mirror. Apparently, you are ready for something. You don't know what.
Standing up is hard. Your belly hangs low, tugging on your spine. Your chest sags on top of your globular belly. You shuffle one of your legs forward, finding it difficult to walk with the apron belly hitting the top of your thighs. Your thighs rub. Your back jiggles, and so does the fat hanging off your arms. You swallow uneasily, feeling slightly suffocated by the fat surrounding your neck.
By the time you reach the mirror, you are panting. There is no way you will be able to escape now; walking 10 steps leaves you exhausted. You look at your reflection in disbelief. Your face is entirely round, framed by a thick double chin, and your cheeks are squeezing your mouth and eyes. You barely recognize yourself. Your belly cascades down in a multitude of rolls. You touch it with your sausage-like fingers, and it gurgles. You realize you're hungry. Ravenous, in fact.
You blush. You step on the scale and you can't see the number.
"320 pounds," your captor says. "I didn't intend to make you quite as big just yet, but you gave me no choice."
You don't dare to ask what comes next. But your captor soon explains:
You are now ready to be shown around in the land of the fairies as a fat human pet. You will be clad in beautiful clothes and allowed to feasts. You will no longer be strapped down and force fed. You won't escape anyway; you are too fat for that.
"So, what do you say?" your captor asks.
You sigh. What choice do you really have, anyway?
Your stomach gurgles again, responding for you.
You are hungry, and you need to eat.
Yeah weight gain is great but i wanna be FATTENED, intentionally stuffed and bloated so tight my belly is solid, then to feel all of that melt into pounds of soft, jiggling fat, all for you.
I donât want to chose, I want you to take control and make sure I donât stop eating until you decide iâm done.
Make sure I donât stop growing until you decide iâm done.
Yes, please!
Make me a cow
leave me snacks everywhere so I'm always grazing
make me docile with a cosy, easy lifestyle
encourage and enable my gaining
buy me cow print things "because it's cute"
edge me whilst you play with my boobs
get me used to being on all fours whilst you feed or fuck me
use a milking pump on me to induce lactation
teach me to moo instead of moan
then enjoy the many hundreds of pounds of obedient, docile hucow desperate for your touch or cooking. keep me growing, keep making my brain dissolve into hedonistic bliss as you push me further and further into being little more than pampered livestock~
Hi yes this is everything I want đŽđâ¤ď¸âđĽđĽľ
Can I turn you into my new kitten?
I'll put a collar around your neck, with a cute little bell so I always know where you are. I'll let you live a very sedentary life with me. You won't have to worry about work or bills or any of that. You can just laze around and do whatever you want all day, and I'll make lots of yummy food for you.
The only rules: You can only move around by crawling on all fours. It wouldn't make much sense for a cat to stand. And you have to eat anything and everything you can get your hands... or... paws? on. Naturally like any greedy little kitten you should get adorably chumby and I'll be very happy once your tummy is dragging against the floor as you crawl to your next meal.
Yes please
thinking about unethical/dark feedism power dynamics:
- Your therapist slowly conditioning you to believe stuffing is the right thing to do at any moment, for any occasion or none at all. If your sad you should drown it in ice cream. youâre celebrating? go out to eat a huge meal. youâre in bed? thatâs the perfect time for cake. youâre sat down? absolutely reach for the chips. Until any time you feel anything you are shovelling treats like thereâs no tomorrow.
- A new doctor changing your prescriptions to ones that list weight gain and hunger as a side effect, adding ones that slow metabolism and cause drowsiness and fatigue. Then stating you need to lose weight so providing you with a diet plan so unsubstantial and pathetic that they know youâll falter and the hunger will control you. Too dazed to even realise your predicament until your next checkup.
- You are a skinny, pretty, sorority girl but still make good grades, except for one class. This professor seems like they hate you for no reason, failing on every test or assignment even if it was good. You need an A in this class or you canât move up a year, the professor pulls you into their office and explains the only way you could possibly get an A would be to become the fat, stupid piggy you clearly are inside. To humble yourself, fully.
- You meet someone, theyâre much older and pretty financially well off. You are the most broke youâve ever been and really struggling to land a job. They offer to help you out, on one condition. They will give you ÂŁ100 for every pound gained.
- Tinder date takes secret photos/videos of your intense humiliation session and threatens to send them to everyone you know if you donât do as they say. They want a fat bimbofied play piggy and you have no way to say no or explain your changes to others around you.
- Your boss heard you make a comment about their weight to another coworker and calls you into their office. They explain that if you wanted to keep your job all you had to do was come into the office every day after close. They funnel feed you well beyond their weight in record time and makes sure to throw out some sly comments about your double chin to other colleagues here and there.
Here, I baked a cake for you. Yes, it's all for you. You are going to eat it all, right? I did make it especially for you....
You've barely eaten any of it! Oh sweetie, do you not like it? I'm sorry, I was trying so hard to make the most perfect cake for you, I know how much you like sweet treats!
It's okay, I can see you forcing yourself to have another bite but I guess if you don't like it you don't have to eat any more... I'll just have to do better for you in the future. I tried my best to come up with a combination of your favourite flavours that would work together but I guess it didn't go as well as I'd hoped.
You don't have to get another piece just because you feel bad.... I was just trying to do something special for you... I know you're eating it just to make me feel better
I promise I'll make you something really delicious next time, no it's okay, I know you're bot really enjoying this. It's clear you're only eating it because you feel bad for me
You wouldn't have finished the whole cake if you didn't like it? Well, of course you would dear. I know just how to manipulate you into eating for me. Next time I'll have to make you even more food, a whole cake is starting to get a bit too easy.
Um, why is the idea of being manipulated into gaining weight soooooo fucking hot?!?
Feed me
I donât want to slowly gain by sitting in my room and stuffing myself. I donât want my feeder to tell me to keep going when I feel like I canât. Feed me. I want my feeder to grab my chin and push the spoon past my lips. I want him to skip âare you hungryâ and go straight to âhereâs seconds.â Donât give me options, give me food. I want my feeder to know exactly how much Iâve eaten because every bite was from him. I want to be casually doing things and have bowls of food brought to me and fed by surprise, without a care in the world. Feed me. Interrupt me with spoonfuls of food. Sit on me and force me to eat. Hold me down until I finish the food. Donât give up on me, make me eat every bit.
I love the idea of someone secretly fattening me up
Taking care of me, making sure I always have food or drinks in front of me
Showing me and everyone else how much they care about me with how fat I've become
I'm so oblivious to the weight gain but I feel loved and cared for and that's all that matters
Everyone can see how much they love me
Relationship weight gain is literally the hottest and sweetest thing in the world
A prized pigs life
Everyday you wake up, aching from the stuffing and fucking from the night before- not knowing if youâre going to see a four course meal or a bucket and a funnel for your breakfast. You know your every meal is taken care of, all you have to do is make sure you finish every last bite like a good piggy. Your feeder constantly worries about you losing calories and moving around too much, so they try and keep you house bound, if not bed bound most days. Just relaxing, gaming, snacking and stuffing, and making sure youâre eating enough to grow. Your days besides the lounging around like a hog usually consist of literally nothing but TV, barely burning any calories but from sex, but weâve turned you into such a pig you canât get off without something in your mouth. If youâre on top i have to shove cupcakes and brownies in your mouth, if youâre on your back you beg and whine to be funnel fed like a good piggy. When you take it from the back you wonât do it without your cake to shove your fat little face into. You wonât give me a blowjob unless we use an entire can of whipped cream for you, and you really canât get enough of the idea of being bigger for me. Making there more rolls to fuck, more struggle to move, more work to do anything. You crave it because weâve trained and turned you into such a good and obedient hog. I donât think you could ever go back even if you tried, i think that old skinny and athletic potential person you used to be has been completely buried and stuffed away, lost under all those pounds of piggy, of over indulgence, of being such a total lardass day in and day out. You enjoy the numbers on the scale going up more than you could every imagine, and you donât ever want to stop. Why would you after all đˇđˇđˇ
Let me paint a picture for you: we've been dating for 2ish years. In that time you haven't seen your family or friends and they've heard about your new boyfriend. It's the holidays and you're finally coming around to visit them at home with this new boyfriend! Little do they know that I've been stuffing you relentlessly for the last two years and you've packed on 200ish lbs in that time. They see you and are visibly shocked. You're almost unrecognizable to them. The extra chins, wings under your arms. Massive belly stuffed in a shirt 3 sizes to small. Belly walks in the room well before you do. The whole night is filled with awkward tension for everyone except me, enjoying how embarrassed and humiliated you must feel as your belly spills over the table while you stuff yourself, red in the face but unable to control the hog inside. And this is when I would be planning for the next year to get you even fatter
i love the idea of gaining weight because of a partner that loves to wine and dine me
date nights at restaurants become a weekly habit, eating a solid three course meal that leads me to nurse a bloated, bulging stomach each time we return home - every time vowing to never lay eyes on the dessert menu again
but somewhere along the line it becomes easier, almost thoughtless, to finish an entire meal with an uncomfortable fullness. stealing bites of your meals out of food envy becomes almost second nature. in fact, you haven't finished your cheesecake, let me have a bite! and could we get ice cream on the way home? my chocolate cake was a little rich, I need something cold and smooth to cut through the sweetness
and through all of this, the weight creeps up slowly. after all, a once or twice a week blow out isn't enough to make me fat, surely? I eat normally enough during the week to allow for a bit of date night fun
until one day before our ritual date night, i ask for your help to do a zipper up on my favourite black dress. of course it still zips, though i notice with each step i take it feels as though the seams are straining, groaning. sitting down at the table, the bodycon dress that once fit perfectly now rides up on my thighs - i'm afraid to stand up too quickly in case i give the restaurant a free show.
"don't worry about it, my love" you say to me. "you look fine. have a glass of wine".
I reach towards your side of the table for the ice bucket holding our bottle of cabernet sauvignon. leaning forward, i feel my belly begin to pool in my lap - a sensation i've never noticed before - has that always happened? my arms also feel constricted by the seams, as though they too have suddenly become aware of their girth
the zipper groans before i can even get a hold of the bottle, warning me of what's to come. as i grasp the bottle, there's a tear - and suddenly it feels as though my clothes feel much better. I know what has just happened, and am now mortified by the sound of my clothes making more room for myself before dinner has even begun.
you walk around to the back of my chair and witness what was left of the zipper, now completely torn on one side of the dress.
"your dress has ripped, but don't worry, we can cover you up with my coat on the way out".
I go to get up from my seat. "wait, what are you doing!?" you say. "I didn't mean now! everyone will see you, and our food isn't even here yet!"
I look at you, puzzled by what you expect me to do - especially since you'd just offered me your coat.
"sit down, my love. enjoy your meal, enjoy your wine. if you stay sitting, no one can see that you've torn your dress. this might have been the first time its happened, but it won't be the last... now what did you want for dessert?"
đ Wake up piggy~ đ
Rise and shine. Did you sleep okay?
Oh I hope that rope isnât too tight around your wrists. Theyâve gotten thicker along with the rest of you havenât they.
Oh donât get all pouty, look me in the eyes.
Good piggy. Letâs get your tube and funnel all set for your first meal of the day.
Huh⌠what do you mean you wanna go outside again? I thought this is what you agreed on.
I⌠suppose you could. You could try anyway.
You donât even realize what Iâve done to you? You donât have an apartment anymore. You have one pair of clothes on you and frankly, itâs about to rip right off your obese body.
If I took that rope off, youâd wheeze and waddle, trying to get to the door. You couldnât help squirming with excitement, feeling every part of your own body jiggle. Such a dumb piggy youâd probably get distracted halfway to the door.
You donât believe me?
I took off the rope about 5 minutes ago. Yet youâre still sucking on your tube~
Youâre adorable piggyâŚ
Satisfied now? Youâre accepting that this is everything youâll ever know now. Youâre my forever growing blob to care for arenât you?
Good~ Iâd want nothing less for you
Now Eat for me
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Reblog this to gain 50lbs of pure softness onto your body đâ¤ď¸
đ¤cause I think 219lb would be a perfect on my 5'5 frame.
Been stuck at a plateau of my highest weigh ever. Just stepped on the scale and I've finally put on a few more lbs, broke that plateau, and am now 1 lb shy of 170 lbs!.
