[tummysmoocher]

I want your loose clothes to tighten on you, your baggy wardrobe pulling around your softening belly, hips, thighs. I wanna see the blush on your face when you realize that your shirt is straining on your tummy, your soft chub pushing out over the waist of your jeans. Bigger and bigger, slowly enough that you don’t even realize it’s happening until nothing fits quite right anymore. And above all else, I want the realization to turn you on. I want it to hit you out of nowhere. I want you to be a whimpering mess for me as I tease you about what you’ve done.

[renlxvee]

Feeling yourself getting fatter turns you on, doesn’t it? Noticing how soft your gut has gotten, how it jiggles when you walk. Getting horny when you notice that you can’t fit into the clothes you bought a few weeks ago, your gut now hanging past the waistbands of your jeans. Getting out of breath over the simplest tasks because of how out of shape you’ve become. Shocking yourself when you walk past the mirror, noticing how much wider you look than you remember being. Spending your days stuffing yourself past your limits, touching yourself to the thought of those excess calories turning into soft, jiggly fat. Finding pleasure in knowing that there’s no one to blame for your weight gain but yourself and your insatiable gluttony.

[softerandsofter]

You’re mistaken if you think theres ever any going back. With the amount of fat you’ve put on your body, the size of your appetite and the neurochemistry surrounding hunger in your body have irreparably changed. All of the new fat cells you’ve developed with your greed will always be screaming at your brain and body to be filled with lard and your appetite will facilitate this. These massive portion sizes you’ve been taking in to stretch your belly and grow fatter will become normal for you. Actually not normal, they will become NECESSARY for you to be even slightly satisfied. You’re destined to be blanketed with thick, heavy fat for the rest of your life and I know that makes you so excited.

[feedthefatty-deactivated2026021]

You'll stop soon.

you just wanted to indulge in your feedee urges a few days a month. Maybe have a big stuffing once a week. You'll stop after you put on 5 or 10 pounds.

2 months go by and a few days a month become a few days a week. The passenger seat of your car is covered in empty fast food bags from stopping for breakfast and lunch during the week. It's only 15 pounds you've put on, you'll be able to go back to how you were before. One more McDonald's stuffing won't hurt.

2 more months go by and large meals become an every day occurrence. What was once considered a big stuffing is now just an average meal. You find yourself hungrier every day. You decide to size up your wardrobe after putting on 35 pounds since you started indulging. It's just temporary in your mind. You'll be able to go back to your old clothes.

2 months later and you haven't slowed down. You never deny yourself any cravings. You're undeniably fat. Now 60 pounds heavier than when you first started, you've never felt hotter in your own body. You used to tell yourself that you would stop soon and go back. The problem now is that you don't want to go back. You want to see how big you can become.

[softerandsofter]

It’s so impressive what you’ve done to yourself

You should really be more proud

No one can quite believe just how massive you’ve gotten

In just a few short months you’ve gone from relatively average to a full blown, out of control, greedy glutton

The stretch marks all over your new belly rolls speak for themselves

You really can’t help yourself now, can you?

You thought it would be fun to put on 10lbs to see if you like it but now you’re fully food addicted and food motivated

Every time something fattening and calorie dense touches your lips it’s like you enter a trance, it’s really quite something to witness

Your eyes glaze over and you mindlessly stuff yourself until you physically can’t anymore. Your mind tries to press on the breaks but you can’t stop yourself from bingeing

You poor, greedy thing. You can’t help but stuff your chubby lips and make yourself balloon, thats all you know how to do now

You’re destined to be an overstuffed, spoiled, lard coated feedee for the rest of your life and I love how much the thought of that turns you on

Keep eating, fatty

[peachy-ffa]

"I'm so full" "I'm so stuffed" "My clothes don't fit" "My belly feels heavier lately" yet I don't see you stopping, you still go and reach for snacks and seconds, you don't hesitate to grab dessert or any of the foods you like even when you already feel full. Despite promising yourself to never overeat to the point of having a painfully stuffed belly, you keep doing it again and again.

Despite everything, you keep binging and eating as if it was your job to eat this much, no wonder you only keep feeling heavier and heavier.

All of this makes me think that you really like this, to get new stretchmarks from the recent weight you've piled on, to outgrow clothes and eat until you feel ready to pop. Tell me, am I wrong? Or do you really enjoy getting fatter by the day? You know what? I don't think I really need an answer, that look on your chubby face tells me everything I need to know~

[renlxvee]

God I love when piggies finally recognize how fat they’re getting. That moment of realization when they accidentally pop the button off a shirt that used to be loose..feeling their lard-filled gut spill onto their lap when they sit down..being unable to ignore how much their lower belly jiggles when they walk..looking at themself in the mirror and seeing how their gut hangs over their jeans. Finally realizing that their constant bloat has turned into permanent, soft, jiggly fat. Being shocked at how far they’ve let themself go, yet so turned on by the thought of sinking further into their gluttony and becoming even more unrecognizable under all that lard.

[renlxvee]

Feeling yourself getting fatter turns you on, doesn’t it? Noticing how soft your gut has gotten, how it jiggles when you walk. Getting horny when you notice that you can’t fit into the clothes you bought a few weeks ago, your gut now hanging past the waistbands of your jeans. Getting out of breath over the simplest tasks because of how out of shape you’ve become. Shocking yourself when you walk past the mirror, noticing how much wider you look than you remember being. Spending your days stuffing yourself past your limits, touching yourself to the thought of those excess calories turning into soft, jiggly fat. Finding pleasure in knowing that there’s no one to blame for your weight gain but yourself and your insatiable gluttony.

[renlxvee]

I love the idea of someone becoming addicted to stuffings. Letting the useless calories sit heavy in your fattening gut, pinning you down on the couch, unable to move. So full you have no choice but to drift into a food coma, waking up with a little extra lard than the day before. So addicted to the feeling of waking up fatter after a night of gluttony that you can’t help but repeat the cycle daily until you’re past the point of no return, and those useless calories have made you unrecognizably buried under jiggly lard.

[fancypiglet]

Giving In Felt Better

I didn’t notice it all at once… it was slower than that.

Not just my body changing… but something inside me shifting quietly.

My belly doesn’t feel the same anymore.

It stretches… it takes more… it expects more.

What used to feel like too much now barely even registers.

It’s like it learned… and now it won’t go back.

I can’t go long without eating.

There’s this constant pull… this quiet need that lingers in the background of everything I do.

And every day it gets stronger… louder… harder to ignore.

I don’t just eat anymore… I give in.

To the heaviness, to the fullness, to that slow, overwhelming satisfaction that settles deep inside me.

There’s something indulgent about it… something almost dangerous…

and I’ve stopped pretending I want control back.

Because the truth is… I like it.

I like how my body feels now… bigger, softer, fuller.

I like how easily I can keep going… how natural it’s become to take more than I ever used to.

This video makes it obvious.

Not just how much I’ve grown… but how much I’ve changed.

And maybe the most unsettling part is…

how right it feels to let it happen.

https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/files/file/73760-from-small-to-stuffed-my-new-size-gain-story/

[walker9000]

Submissive piggies. You’re losing control.

Some of you are becoming addicted to the lifestyle. You’re stuffing yourself everyday. You were barely chubby a couple years ago and now by all measures you’re a fat porker. You get off every day to how much lard you’re packing on. You’ve become incredibly lazy. You get out of breath doing basic tasks.

What you don’t realize is that your metabolism has cratered. All the overeating and lack of movement has led to a quiet atrophying of muscle mass, which has caused your metabolism to slow to a crawl. You could pull yourself out of this cycle, but you’re already addicted. You have no willpower.

In the next few years you are going to get alarmingly fat. People will be concerned about you. You’ll be unrecognizable to your former self. You’ll break chairs, beds, couches. You’ll be too fat to fit in any of your friends cars. You’ll enter doorways at an angle so not to bump your fat hips into the door frame.

The only way to prevent this is if you exercise some self control. But that’s long gone for you, isn’t it?

[teddy-bear-lover]

Poor little fatty can't stop eating. You just can't stop pushing more and more food past those lips, can you? You can't stop yourself from overeating at every opportunity. Can't stop stuffing that oversized body of yours with more greasy foods and sugary sweets. It all tastes too good and you don't have the self control to stop. I don't think you should stop. Keep indulging in every gluttonous craving. Keep stuffing that fat face of yours with more and more calories. Keep growing that big belly until you're spilling out of all of your clothes. Let's see how fat you make yourself, all because you couldn't stop eating.

[finalfemmetasyy]

Every overindulgence is a permanent reminder on your body of your greed. Trying to move your body around leaves you in a state of breathlessness as you are simply too weak to carry the burden of your own gluttony. The people around you could not possibly imagine the sexual arousal fueling your food (fat) addiction, getting turned on at the mere thought of overstuffing yourself far beyond your limits. Every time you eat you always manage to overdo it and you’re left in a moaning, whimpering comatose-like state, stuck to the spot you began in as you couldn’t possibly manage to stand up on your own. But nothing else turns you on, now doesn’t it? Addicted to being my greedy “little” piggy jiggling about in ill-fitting clothing practically bursting at the seams, never having anything that fits quite right. Such inconvenience is worth it for the beauty that fat brings 🫦

[gain-stuff-eat]

It's so funny you thought this wouldn't change you. That you could eat like this. That it wouldn't change your brain chemistry. That you're aren't biologically programmed to want this exactly.

To grow fat. To crave more.

Now everyday you're growing. You can't help it. You can't turn it off. You can eat so much now you don't realize with every bite past your lips that you're only making room for more, increasing your capacity for gluttony.

You only notice when you're outgrowing something—your clothes, furniture, a space you used to fit in comfortably—to an embarrassing degree. Or you sit back stuffed after a meal and see the mountain of empty containers, the stacks of plates and bowls ...

Suddenly, you become aware how heavy you feel, how you couldn't stop, how your stomach pushes out more than you last remember, maybe you've spiraled more than you think, you have been accidentally stuffing yourself multiples times a week lately because you need to be full these days to be satisfied and normal meals don't cut it anymore, but who cares because eating just feels so good, and are those new stretchmarks?

You're aching and tender and sensitive, exploring and touching your body to these thoughts. You don't even know when you started doing that, it's so automatic at this point. Squeezing, hefting, gasping, belching, whimpering, moaning.

You're definitely bigger, softer. There's more to heft and grab—it's so addictive, the sensation rubbing and playing with your belly, of jiggling with every move. The way it's all your fault. There's no one to blame but you, your appetite, and your desire that's gotten you here.

... and it only makes you wetter for dessert.

You thought greed could never control you. That it couldn't trap you in a cycle that you were so sure you could leave whenever you were done, once you thought you had your fun with your feedist tendencies and be ready to leave them behind.

Look at you now, huh, fatty?

When did you realize you would never get away?

[gain-stuff-eat]

that's it, give in

i want you bigger

i want to see how much you can eat, glut yourself, having so much you can barely move

so much that you surprise yourself

i want you insatiable, gorging and mindless, feeling how heavy you're becoming with every bite and swallow you cram in

i mean it, feel yourself

how fucking fat you are.

the way your belly curves and bends, the way your pudge gives beneath your chubby fingers. don't stop eating while you do this, keep stuffing yourself as you explore your body and what you're doing to it, to yourself, squeeze where you've grown, where you want to grow more

it's intoxicating, letting go, isn't it?

no longer holding yourself back from desire and pleasure, embracing softness and wobbling fat, edging and expanding your concept of fullness until it takes so much to satisfy you

making all those noises. can you hear yourself? the moaning, the panting, the pleased sighs, the grunting, the burps and the overfull groaning. greedy, needy sounds. all coming out shamelessly as you put more and more in

i want you to get fatter

be good, keep eating

until fullness and pleasure, just the thought of food, makes you wet and wanting and desperate

until you're spilling out of all your clothes. until they're ill-fitting, your navel indent obvious and deep. until pulling and tugging and readjusting is futile. your body barely contained by straining fabric and struggling buttons, your gaining undeniable with every riiiip and pop

i want to see the aftermath of your hedonism

you struggling to sit up. short breaths and satisfied exhales as you rub your overtaxed tummy. the only evidence of your gargantuan meal being empty containers and cleared plates. you, shocked at your uncontrollable appetite, that you ate all of this by yourself, that you're clearly so submissive to being filled and only slipping deeper into gluttony

barely able to process how turned on you are, pinned back in your seat, slapping and jiggling your fat as you get off to how tender and sensitive and fucking heavy you are

and after all that?

i want you to ask for dessert

[xbearfeederx]

Pretend dieting is actually something that turns me on so much. like, complain to me about how you're gaining weight and think you're getting to fat. Tell me you're going on a diet and then whine about how you can't eat all the tasty foods you love and decline when I offer you sth just to then eat it anyways because you just can't help yourself. Show me how tight your clothes have gotten and point out all the parts of you that got fatter. Keep saying just one piece won't hurt or it's just a cheat day just so you'll end up getting even fatter. And when your pants don't wanna button anymore and the scale confirms your dieting didn't work, at all. I want you on the couch with a bucket of ice cream in boxer shorts and your tightest shirt crying about how you're just doomed to be a pathetic fatty because you're just so addicted to stuffing your face and can't resist any food offered to you or even near you.

[teddy-bear-lover]

Wow, you've outgrown more clothes? You just can't stop yourself from stuffing your face, can you? Constantly grazing on snacks, are you even aware of how many calories you pack away from mindlessly eating like that? And then you realise you haven't had a real "meal" even though you've already consumed enough calories for two days just in one morning. Only, the constant snacking has been expanding your appetite and your belly, so now you need twice as much food to satisfy your, well, what you think is hunger. There's no way you can actually be that hungry given that you eat all day. And of course, you can't be bothered to cook. You'd have to stop snacking to be able to do that, so you order takeout. And why decide on just one thing to eat when you can order loads and save the rest for tomorrow. Only you don't have any self control, do you? You order enough for a small family. You pretend you'll save some, but before it's even arrived you're already wondering if it's worth saving some. Then as it arrives you wonder if it'll really be enough for now. And by the time you're back in the chair you're barely squeezing into, breathing heavily, your gut spilling out onto thick thighs, that you fully give in and devour it all before opening up your phone to order more. You can't help it. You're too lazy and addicted to eating. Too oblivious . Do you think about just how fat you're going to get? Do you just ignore the thoughts in favour of stuffing yourself? Do you care at all? Or do you only care about food?

Because when I watch you ravenously eat your meal after spending a whole morning watching you subconsciously snacking, I know just how addicted you are. I've conditioned you to eat without thinking. Without caring about the consequences. Without even realising what it's doing to your overgrown body. I've made sure you have absolutely no self control left. You're constantly surrounded by easy to eat food, small things that you can just pick at with your fingers. Allowing your appetite and capacity for food to grow. Suggested ordering food regularly, making it a subconscious habit for you. And now you're fat, growing even fatter. And you don't have the willpower to change. So you're going to become lazier and lazier, fatter and fatter and there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop it.