Filthy Feeder

🔞 | 26 | Male | Bisexual | Fat Fetish Writer | Chubby Chaser | Death Feeder | Obesity Epidemic Glorifer | DMs open 🍔 I'm single and looking for shameless hungry hogs to eat themselves into unhealthy never-ending immobility for me in a feederism relationship. 🐽

[eatmoreyouslob]

🩺𝓦𝓔𝓛𝓒𝓞𝓜𝓔 𝓣𝓞 𝓜𝓨 𝓑𝓛𝓞𝓖🧈

The doctor is in, your belly is out. My name is Doctor Filthy but you can call me "Doc" and I want to welcome you to the last days of you being anything less than a morbidly obese diabetic disaster. 💉💓 I am a male feeder with no limits, morals, or ethics who simply wishes to make the world a fatter place at any cost. I want to make the epidemic of gluttony uncurable before 2030. I am bisexual and enjoy both superchubs and supersized big beautiful women. Enjoy the last time you can ever waddle again; sponsored by ᗰcDonalds® 🍔🍟 DM me if you are a gainer or feedee into similar things even if its just for chatting...or more... 𝓜𝓨 𝓕𝓔𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓗𝓔𝓢 •XWG (Limitless) 📈 •Immobility 🛌 •Health Issues 💔 •Medical Play 🥼 •Gluttony 🍩 •Slob 🥦 •Death Feederism ☠ •Corruption 🍺 •Forcefeeding 🥄 •Obesity Epidemics 🤰🏻 •Diabetes 🧁 •Fictional Characters 📺 •Wonka/Blueberry Inflation 🍫 🔞EXTREMELY DARK THEMES🔞

[fatnessphotocollector]

Who needs a table? ;)

[mousegirlheart]

Look, i know you said the problematic thing over a decade ago, have been squeaky clean ever since, aren't like that anymore and have grown as a person, but I'm only just finding about it now, so it's basically like it just happened so i gotta persecute you and harass you out of your community. You understand :)

[dollhog]

My poor food balloon, I can hardly move it’s pathetic 🥵😳

I’m literally spiralling towards super morbid obesity. I feel my heart race as I eat until I’m numb and dazed. I accept it every time I grab my cellulite ridden belly hang, give it a wobble and understand that I’m too far gone. I can barely move, everything is excruciating when on my feet, every heavy step, I ache just getting out of bed. I need help with such basic things it’s absolutely embarrassing.

My care worker/nurse does the hard stuff that requires movement and helps me with stuff Im too obese to do alone. She’s lovely and makes my massive meals for the freezer/fridge + cleans everything for me + clears the takeout bags. My life these days is four walls and a mattress. I’m more obese than I ever thought I could get. I don’t get up, I ask for help, because I know what’s good for me. I stuff myself unhealthy, my stomach comically large as I beg for another box of donuts to be brought up. it reminds me to slow down, sleep, eat, give up and get more docile and complacent. Let go, forget anything that doesn’t involve food.

It’s good for me to learn to rely on food as a constant source of happiness and peace. That mentality is why I can’t really do much for myself anymore. If took 4 years to ruin myself completely, wanting to gain a few hundred pounds in the next 4 years if my heart doesn’t give out before I reach 800lbs. I want to have to knock down walls to get my slab of thick wobbling pork meat out of the room, I’m so ready to force in the food constantly without rest and guzzle full fat heavy cream to ballon into a beautiful, useless blue ribbon pig!

[thefatbellylover]

[bellylifter]

[ddoubledd52]

Damn that’s Sexy!!!

[donwaton23]

Food Junkie:

Sweets, cakes, cookies, French fries, sodas, burgers, pizzas, sushi, fried chicken. Just thinking about such delicious food makes you want to have it; it makes your mouth water, and you imagine how wonderful it would be to be enjoying it right now, doesn't it?

Well, my little chubby ones, let me tell you that you are addicted to that delicious flavor that has slowly destroyed your brain. Sugar and processed fats, as delicious as they are, are as or more addictive than certain illicit substances, so the biggest difference between a filthy junkie and you, my dear chubby friend, is that you can get your drug anywhere with just a couple of clicks, and nobody cares.

You would think that now I should advocate for stopping their consumption and looking for natural sugars and other shit like that, but NO, I refuse to do so.

In fact, become addicted to those ultra-processed foods; let them corrupt your mind and ruin your reward system so that the next dose has to be even larger than the previous one and the one before that in an endless cycle of gluttony and hedonism. Nothing but benefits! You will be bigger, fatter, and happier; best of all, it's legal. Who cares about diabetes and heart disease if you're happy?

So three cheers for ultra-processed foods, which do so much good for my beloved little pigs, cows, and gluttons; happiness just a click away, happiness just a notification away. Who cares if you look like Pavlov's dog with the bell, as long as you're happy?

Sweets are your friends!

French fries don't judge you!

Soda makes you happy!

Don't you want to be happy, glutton?

So why think about the bad when the good is so delicious and perfect?

Amen to ultra-processed foods, to Wendy's, Burger King, McDonald's, Subway.

Instant happiness in the palm of your hand!

[blimp-feeds]

Reality TV show, but it's a bunch of feeders trying to make a feedee blob out as much as possible

[wiskie]

Could have a Bachelor/Bachelorette situation where there’s also a parallel show that’s a bunch of feedees being as gluttonous as possible to win the favor of a feeder :0

[brendakthedonutgirl]

Green light BOTH of these

[notfatweeb]

peer pressure

[realbbskylar]

What do you think of this view? 🤭

[brendakthedonutgirl]

@sadie-summers, Skylar, Vivienne, @onlyroxxie

[obsessedwithobesity]

Being able to walk is a privilege you don't deserve. It's too much independence, it's just not okay. You're supposed to be a fat blob, pinned in place, unable to do more than a bit of wobbling left and right. I need you to be out of breath at all times, from that layer of lard pressing down on your longues. I need that layer to be wider than my hips. No matter how deep I try pushing my fingers into that blubber, I should never be able to find a single rib underneath. If I did, you need to get fatter. Our contrast would be morbid, comical, sick. Me being lighter than one of your arms, your ankle having a bigger circumference than my waist. I'll make sure your heart gets some exercise, as it tries to pump your thick blood through your body while I physically exhaust you by just grinding on your monstrous thigh. I need you to get so fat that at some point your tits get so fat, they sag into your face so you have move your head to still get some air. But every day, they'll just keep getting fatter. It's as if the water keeps rising and you know you'll drown. But that's part of the thrill for me. <3

[hedonists-den]

Normalize dessert dessert. You dont necessarily have to eat a full meal and then get cake or brownies or ice cream. You can get dessert whenever you want. But as soon as you do, you have to get dessert for your dessert, right?

[excessivehedonism]

of course! A cake on its own is just a snack. Cake and ice cream, now that's dessert.

[fatartappreciation]

Carrot Cake (1980) by the great photographer Joel-Peter Witkin

[fatartappreciation]

Femme Ronde by Senegal artist Mora

[extremedeathfeeder]

Absolutely love playing with all this heavy dense visceral fat just clogging up every inch of her belly doing so much damage. There's so much more to come with all the fastfood and junk she's gorging on. This piggy was built for gaining endlessly to failure. Only time she'll stop gaining is when that clogged heart finally blows I make sure I feed and push her closer to it everyday

[youretheonlyonewhoknows]

it's getting harder and harder to tell I'm wearing shorts these days 😮‍💨

[ssbbwsummeruk]

There's no other way to eat doughnuts... Gosh, I'm such a fatty! 😉