I literally see this gifset once every two years or so, it’s very rare for some reason. Instant reblog though. You can practically HEAR that button creaking.
I think boys should be kept well fed it is vital that they never go hungry and their bellies are always full and that they get plenty of rubs and kisses and extra snacks whenever they start to feel peckish again even though they are so so full and sleepy and they whine with each time they swallow and and and
and when they start noticing that their pants fit tighter and that their shirts hug their belly sooo well now and that they went up a belt notch or two and their questions get drowned by another treat in their mouth and instead of protesting they just mindlessly take it because owhy of course, they want to be good for you, and you want nothing more for them than to be fed and happy, and
sadistic feeder who is so sweet in the way they talk to me that i don’t even notice! giving me a “well what did you expect, baby?” when i complain about my back aching. and a “oh, i know, sweetheart. that’s what happens to big girls like you.” when i whine about outgrowing my clothes. and a “good girl, baby. i know that was so hard.” when i start losing my breath doing simple tasks. the dream. <3
I love a partner who over feeds their romantic interest/partner. Like they support their gluttonous choices and enable their pig evolution they act like slobbification is a glow up even like a Romantic pillar of complete intimacy because they are soooooo cheesy/cute with it. ~~~ “babe you haven’t even touched you box of dozen donuts today you are looking a lil light”
“Babe you look bloated right now let me rub out those burps out of you”
“lol babe ur belly will feel SO much better and hold a lot more food if you let all those farts out you know I think they are cute!!”
“There’s no such thing as too much ice cream! I got 3 tubs of the gelato from the cafe you liked to go!”
“lol babe I know you want to eat this forth plate of pasta let me undo those buttons for you, your belly needs room to breathe!”
Make every meal a delicious celebration of taste, texture, and gluttony. Picture yourself growing with every bite. Let hedonism be your watchword. If it doesn't already, very soon every part of you should jiggle.
Every time you sit upright, you should feel the sheer volume of your belly resisting, pushing against your thighs. Eat until you can feel your heavy softness folding over itself. Eat until you have to lean backwards slightly to walk. Eat until the sight of your own swollen body in windows is a pleasurable shock, an involuntary tightening somewhere below that huge, wobbling gut.
It's your hot, dirty, not-so-little secret. You're insatiable and I'm here to reward that. Lie back. What else can you do? Lie back and wait for pleasure.
10 years ago I was 125 lb and you could see my collarbone and ribs. Today, and 150 lb of lard later, I have arm flab creases and a face drowning in blubber, alongside a very cute neck roll. Not to be dramatic, but that old body has been eaten alive by fat 🥵
My double chin used to be a source for self-consciousness. But it's now a feature that makes me feel so adorable when I look in the mirror! These two pictures prove how right it was for me to pile on the blubber 💗
You didn't think twice about downloading that delivery app. Something about points? You were always down for a deal.
Except these deals seemed almost… too good? After you ordered breakfast to your place once, suddenly you were getting a happy little ping on your phone with a half-off offer that turned your usual meal into a combo.
More food for less money? Anyone would've taken that deal. Of course, not everyone would have eaten it all, but I guess you've always had a bit of an appetite, haven't you?
You shrugged it off when it would push notifications about deals when you passed by a bakery or a coffee shop; surrendering your data to the conglomerates seemed a small price to pay for all these extra treats. You didn't pay much attention to how much you were eating and drinking, but your bank account was looking healthier than ever.
Pretty soon, your waistbands started feeling a little snug. You told yourself it was just some bloating -- maybe from that milkshake that got added into your burger combo last night? Or maybe that éclair from this morning…
Either way, it wasn't that uncomfortable, but when your phone pushed you an offer for same-day delivery sweatpants, on clearance in exactly your size, you didn't hesitate to tap that order button.
After a few weeks, you couldn't deny that you'd put on a couple pounds. You felt a little soft, a little slow. Maybe this app wasn't really a good influence on you? Maybe you needed to take a break, join a gym or something…
Fortunately, the delivery app rolled out a super helpful health and fitness feature that tracked your calories for you, monitored your activity levels, and recommended orders that filled in your nutritional gaps. You'd never have guessed, but you'd been running a calorie deficit all along, the app informed you, explaining your lower energy levels.
Your diet started to change. More protein, you told yourself, as you tapped Agree on a daily app-selected lunch from the closest burger place to your home. Like clockwork, it showed up right when you seemed hungriest. When you started feeling full and pushed your plate away, the app seemed to know and sent you a helpful reminder that your caloric intake was precisely calibrated for your healthy weight range. That seemed reason enough to push through the discomfort and clear everything out, the app knew more about nutrition and stuff and you did, right?
But your body seemed to have some trouble with the new diet. Soon breakfast was donuts and breakfast sandwiches and coffee with enough sugar to make the donuts seem lacking. Lunch came in two bags. Afternoon snack, half-off pastries that hadn't sold out at the bakery. Dinner. Dessert. Late-night snack. You let any thoughts about what you wanted to eat, or what you should eat, drift away as you learned to just respond to the buzz of the app with a slow, plodding walk to the door to retrieve your next meal.
When your clothes got tight, the news section of the app happened to push you an article about the dangers of low circulation from restricted clothing. When your belly's glorps started turning into burps and gas that would have made you blush if anyone could see them, new research came out about how increased gas levels meant more toxins leaving your body. Notices about how excess movements strain your muscles made you feel better about lazing on the couch you were sinking into more and more by the day.
The day an app-controlled feeding device popped up on your screen, you hesitated for a minute. Looking down at your doughy body, seeing how easy everything had gotten, wondering if maybe you'd gotten a little too big…
But the buzz of 90% off with free chocolate shakes for a year sealed the deal. Soon you were sitting, barely a thought in your head as the pump gently slid the fattening slop into your mouth, the precisely-calibrated diet working wonders on your sedentary body.
Sometimes you'd reach down and play with your belly a little, giggling to yourself about how big you'd gotten. A flicker of a thought about how hard things used to be and how easy everything was now. Even getting something delivered seemed like more of a hassle than using your feeding tube.
When the app congratulated you on achieving 50% of your ideal body weight, you couldn't begin to calculate what weight it intended for you… but you took a calm comfort knowing the app knew what was best, settling deeper into your couch and rubbing at the strained bloat of your full belly; the ideal consumer.
It's just so hot how much of a slippery slope weight gain is. Once you start to gain some weight, your appetite increases making you hungrier and able to eat more food. As you sate your appetite you gain more weight, increasing your capacity more. If you try to ignore your growing appetite, you start getting cravings for high calorie foods, a rumbling belly constantly pushing you to eat more. And so you gain more weight. Then, as your body softens with a layer of fat it becomes ever so slightly more difficult to move around. It's almost impossible to notice, but your breathing starts to get heavy on the stairs when it never would before. You start getting hungrier and hungrier trying to maintain the same level of movement as before. And you grow slightly bigger. Eventually, you'll hit a point where you become lazier, and opt out of high energy tasks like taking the stairs if you can avoid it. And suddenly, you're less active and still satisfying that growing appetite. So you get fatter still. It's such a beautiful inevitability that you'll just keep growing fatter and hungrier and lazier and fatter and hungrier and lazier and before you even realise what's happened you'll have gone from the fit muscular man I met to an obese wobbling blob. All because I helped you start to gain a little bit of weight. A sweet smile pushed you to eat a few extra snacks to start the spiral. And there's no way back from here. You're just destined to keep getting fatter.
The hottest part of gaining weight is when your comfort clothes start to get uncomfortable.
The oversized shirt you loved, because you practically swam in it, first gets tighter around your gut and then keeps riding up your midriff. You constantly have to pull it down, even thought it stopped covering your complete gut 20 lb ago.
The strings on your favorite sweatpants get shorter and shorter until they eventually get to short to tighten or, if they were short to begin with, disappear within the waistband, never to be seen again.
It starts to become a hassle to pull them up over your love handles so you start to keep them below your heavy gut, that starts to hang over the waistband like a cute wobbly apron.
Freed of shirts and pants it wobbles with every step sending shivers through your thickening body.
At some point you will have to get new, bigger comfort clothes. Maybe you even get them a size or two larger than you are right now, since it is inevitable that you too will outgrow them.
And maybe you should get new undewear while you're at it, it seems that all your faves shrunk in the wash...
Oh baby, are you getting tired? I can feel you getting softer. You're so out of breath and sweaty, all your energy is gone. And why? It's not like you've been on top for long. You've just eaten yourself too fat, haven't you? That big fat belly is weighing you down, and the lack of any exercise other than bringing food to your mouth must be having an effect too. It's okay baby, you just lie down and get your breath back. I'll take over for you. Let me watch your fat body ripple beneath me with every thrust. Feel your soft belly press up against me as your laboured breathing makes your bloated chest quiver. I'll lean in to you as close as I can get, my body pressing up against your soft rolls so that I can whisper in your ear.
"Do you remember when we started and you'd be enthusiastically fucking me whilst I promised one day you'd be too big to manage? How I'd help you grow your fit body into a soft bloated nan? How I'd make sure your abs would melt off and be replaced with a soft round belly? How does it feel now sweetie, to know that I helped make you so fat you can't even fuck? I helped programme your greedy body to always want more food. I made sure you never said no to me. And now look at you. Such a big soft man, unable to hold yourself up for more than a few minutes. Unable to exert yourself enough to cum. You've put on so much weight that now you're completely under my control. And you're going to keep getting fatter. You enjoy being lazy and mindlessly eating too much to stop. And I've learnt to keep the cupboards well stocked to accommodate. I'll keep working out to make sure that I'm fit enough so that you won't ever need to be on top again. You can just keep eating and eating until you're too stuffed to move, then I can fuck you for your relief"
There we go sweetheart, I thought that would help you. Now, let me get you something to eat. You must be so hungry after all of that.
... Gina offered him a donut, but Dusty turned it down, knowing that sugar would just make him fat. Gina threatened him at gunpoint to take a donut, and Dusty thought he'd just take one, which immediately got him addicted. This led him down a dark path in life, where he became extremely big and fat and stupid. Every day since then, Gina brought in donuts every morning for Dusty to gobble up and make himself fatter with, all for her own sexual pleasure.
thinking about devotion showing up as weight gain. so devoted to your feeder that you eat until it hurts just because they asked. so enamored with their attention you find yourself spilling out of all of your clothes. desperate to please, desperate to impress, you push your limits until your attempts to do so start softening your body, the new weight a constant reminder of the deep trust, love, devotion you have for someone who molds your body into their perfect image.
your feeder appraising you, always, with tender and hungry eyes.
“devotion looks good on you, baby.”
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