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Happy pride month!!! 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Everyone get fatter and gayer NOW!!!!!!!!!!
Right after chugging the 4000 calorie shake that @thegwengordon made me! 😮💨💕
if you're a sick freak I lov eyou
another part of getting incredibly fat… you stop doing certain things, and then you forget how to do them.
i was trying on a bathing suit bottom with these cute strings to tie on the side, and i just. couldn’t for the life of me remember how to tie them? and it got me thinking—i haven’t worn shoes i had to tie in well over a year.
i could barely reach with both hands to make the knot—my tits were in the way, my belly filled the space i had to reach over… i got exhausted just trying to reach
i wear things that’re easy to get on and easy to get off. i can’t bend over too well because my belly is in the way. it’s starting to hang so, so low.. and i can’t even reach my feet anymore—if i tried to paint my nails it would be exhausting, i’d be out of breath in seconds
it makes me wonder what’s next. will i forget the little trick i use to get bras on? will i forget how to hoist myself up off the floor sometime in the next 100 pounds?
and then, when i finally get to those “too big to live alone without a caretaker” sizes, what will be next?
clumsy, fat fingers unable to button up shirts. the same overly softened hands struggling to hold a fork, eating without utensils is just so much easier.. can’t reach around my belly enough to button any pants, either, it’ll have been years (and hundreds of pounds of lard) since i could even see what i’m doing, anyways
it’s motivating, it makes me hungry. just thinking about these possibilities makes me want to eat. i want to be useless, dependent, so fat and soft and hungry it scares everyone around me
Don’t eat for hunger. Eat for lust. Eat for pleasure. Eat for bordeom. Eat for comfort. And eat for orgasm.
I wanna be your project.
Document my gains, my habits, my diet, my personality. A journal to each category, photo collages and scrap books of every little milestone we find important. Measure me and take note of my stretch marks.
Draw on me and outline where you think the next few pounds of fat are going to end up at. Pinch and prod my body at your expense and even mention how it feels, the texture of it. Talk my ears off while you make me stand there on full display for your discerning eye. Not once caring how tired I get or how out of breath I am from having to stand on my own for so long
Make notes of when I manage to eat a bite or two more. How over the course of months and years that instead of bites, it’s evolved into plates and full dishes extra just to feed me. Explain my diet to me while you keep me down on all fours with my face in my dog bowl, sitting on my back and forcing me to hold you up. Patting my side when I’ve done good.
Keeping track of what foods turn me on more and coming up with meal courses serving to show my arousal rise with each bite, climaxing to me panting and grinding into my chair at the end of the dinner. Force desserts into me for the sake of consistent experiments, each meal has to end the same way no matter how full I am.
Documenting my slow descent from walking to waddling to days of no movement at all. Make me do low impact exercises just to keep me in enough shape to still stand for the inspections.
Hi :3 *makes you gain 50 pounds*
I neeed for someone to take me out for drinks until my gut is a sphere and I can barely stand as they hoist my fat drunk body home, knowing the calories from every beer I chugged tonight are gonna sit on my frame within the next few days
ok hypothetically if i had an rnabler i could get like. rlly fat and be drunk literally all the time so like whyyy doesjt someone just enable me :3
oh to be someone's spoiled wife, fattening and fed to near uselessness, nothing but a pretty princess lounging on her throne...
intox feedism is a dying practice you all should participate bring back beer bellies and the munchies
intox feedism is a dying practice you all should participate bring back beer bellies and the munchies
Yall need to shame me so I’ll stop abusing my belly I mean I was supposed to be on a health journey 😅 meanwhile I’ve gained weight since my physical… which was not that long ago… I’m starting to balloon again. I was diagnosed as having class 3 obesity and was suggested once again one of those weight loss drugs.
Maybe I need some anons to shame me for my carelessness and severe addiction hehehe
when a feedee's weight approaches 200, 300, 400... I become their biggest cheerleader. Checking if they overate that day. Sending them food GIFs to make them salivate. Praise for ending the night beaches. Nonstop encouragement to close the gap 🎉🎊
who's trying to get me wasted tonight lollll
Feeder who is hyper aware that their feedee eats more when they're intoxicated. It starts with them getting their partner buzzed, and steadily adding more food to their diet. eventually their partners a solid 500lbs, smoking and drinking a ll day, and just gorging on whatever's in front of them
i want to be someone's full time pet that they fatten obsessively just because they think it's hot/cute, but with no regard for my wellbeing. from the day they take me in my step count is reduced to the single digits per day, and my calorie count easily in the quintuple digits. infusing as much of my food as possible with THC, and practically all my fluids with alcohol. to keep me docile, stuffed, and confused 24/7. really dumb me down and make me feel like your animal. keep me unable to really process what you're doing to me through a thick fog of intoxication. show off your puppy's obscene gain to your friends. let them watch me pant and struggle as you make me follow your commands for a treat. lay me down and have them pet my massive belly to show off how soft i've been getting. repeat this cycle forever.