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Okay I just ate a bunch of donuts and a litre of milk on top of a disgusting big dinner… it hurts to sit up straight
Guys… remember? I love coming across these photos of myself hehe
stuff me until i'm mindless
a litle encouraging goes a loooong way
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In case you weren’t aware:
your New Year’s Resolution is to get like, really fucking fat.
I hope you’re working on that already 😉
me and my feeder girlfriend and my size four jeans that i can’t get buttoned anymore )”:
I’m sorry but this is the CUTEST FUCKING THING EVER 💓
HAPPY 2026 THIS YEAR WERE GONNA LOVE FAT WOMEN EVEN MORE
i have always seen questions about what gets harder as you gain, but there is anything that is surprisingly easier now or comfortable?
prioritizing yourself gets much, much easier <3
like. when i was thinner i tried my hardest to be selfless, i’d do everything i could to make other people comfortable, at the cost of my own happiness…
but now?? fuck that, lol. i will say no simply because i don’t want to walk that far. i need to sit down there. i need that third cookie. i need the rest of the hot chocolate more than they do. i need to ride up front because i don’t fit in the back seat with everyone else.
when you’re fat enough to inconvenience others if they don’t let you have your way.. mmmf
This is why hedonism is genuinely beautiful
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.
How to ruin yourself masterpost
A little disclaimer: This is just a fantasy post made "purely" for entertainment. I do not recommend doing this IRL… or do I? Don't care :D
By "ruined," I mean gaining a ton of weight, losing all your fitness, dropping braincells, and turning your entire life into a nonstop hedonistic binge.
Minimize Movement: Don't move a muscle unless you absolutely have to. Set up your life so you never leave the bed if possible - switch to online classes, work remotely, or better yet, find a feeder to bring you food and handle all the boring adult stuff. Move your bed right next to the door or bathroom to cut down on those pesky steps. Rule of thumb - fewer steps mean more flab. This'll cause you to lose muscle mass and strength super quick, so you'll get exhausted from the tiniest activity and spend even more time lounging around, packing on the pounds like the lazy sow you aspire to be.
Track Your Calories: Count those calories, but make it brain-dead easy - no thinking required. Download an app that lets you just select your food and it counts everything up. Set your goal to double your current weight in three years - the app will tell you exactly how many calories to shove in daily. Bonus if you've got a feeder doing it for you. If you miss your daily quota? No cumming the next day, or double up on the eats. That'll turn you into a calorie-obsessed piglet who lives for that stuffed feeling.
Always Be Snacking: Keep snacks on you at all times - bags of chips, candy, energy drinks, or shakes. The second you're not eating a main meal, start munching. Aim for a perpetually full stomach. Pro tip for the extreme pervs: Hold off eating until afternoon so your body thinks it's starving and hoards more fat. Or gorge late at night when your metabolism is the slowest.
Guzzle Sugary Drinks: Chug high-calorie liquids nonstop - sodas, milkshakes, energy drinks, whatever packs the most empty calories without effort. Keep a stash by your bed and sip constantly - it'll bloat you up, spike your sugar addiction, and make you even lazier since you don't have to chew. Why bother with solid food when you can slurp your way to obesity?
Eat Unhealthily: Yeah, it's cliché, but feedees should live on fast food - burgers, pizza, fries every damn day. It's insanely addictive - once your body craves that greasy hit nightly, the pounds will pile on like nothing. You're not a health nut - you're a junk-food junkie.
Smoke Weed: Light up that green! If smoking's not your vibe, go for a weed pen or edibles. This stuff makes you dumber, hungrier, and hornier - tailor-made for perverted pigs like you. Don't even get me started on building a dependency - it'll have you munching mindlessly while your brain turns to mush.
Ignore Your Health and Body Signals: Tune out any pain, fatigue, or doctor's warnings - those are just your body whining about the fun we're having. Push past fullness, ignore heartburn. Focus on the instant pleasure of indulgence - long-term consequences? Who cares when you're living the hedonistic dream? Keep going until you're a wheezing, waddling mess - adorable!
Link Sex with Eating: Wire your brain to associate sexual pleasure with stuffing your face. Every feedee I know who gets wet/hard just from food, is enormous - why? Eating turns them on, leading to more edging and more eating in a vicious, delicious cycle. Achieve this by edging or pleasuring yourself every time you eat, and never edge without food nearby. It's a total mindfuck, but perfect for turning you into a food-obsessed fuckpig who can't tell the difference between hunger and horniness.
Build a Food Addiction: Link eating to every emotion - not just sex. Bored? Stuff it down with a burger. Sad? Ice cream binge. Happy? Celebrate with cake. Angry? Eat fries to calm down. Make food your go-to for everything, so when life hits hard (like a breakup), your first instinct is to gorge - and get ridiculously aroused in the process.
Watch Tons of Porn: Dive deep into porn, especially feedism stuff on Tumblr, Twitter, DA, or wherever. Consume and interact with the kink constantly to normalize obese bodies in your brain. You want to reach the point where gaining for fetish feels totally normal. Plus, porn's more addictive than heroin - spend your days jerking off instead of exercising or thinking straight. Waste away into a porn-addicted blob.
Only Edge: No full orgasms for lazy pigs who can still get out of bed - you haven't earned it! Seriously though, edging is insanely pleasurable, prolongs the fun, and builds addiction. It also prevents that post-nut clarity where you might regret your life choices. I edge all day and finish late at night - your goal is waking up horny and needing that dopamine hit from touching yourself first thing. Bonus: Gooning - sexualize your own addiction to porn and edging until you're a drooling mess.
Follow Softcore on Your Normie Socials: On your regular social media, start following softcore porn, mukbangs, plus-size models, or ideally plus-size porn stars. It'll trigger more edging while normalizing obesity and gaining. Soon, scrolling Instagram will make you crave calories.
Experiment with Hypnosis or Audio Files: Dive into weight gain hypno audios or files designed for this kink. Listen daily to reprogram your mind into craving expansion, laziness, and submission. It'll amplify the mental conditioning, making you dumber and more obedient to your urges.
Get Dumber: I adore bimboification, but this isn't just my kink - being stupider is great for gainers! Someone who doesn't think, plan, or question gets fattened way past their limits easily. Flunk out of school, forget responsibilities. Focus only on food, weed, porn, sex, or your phone screen. If a thought strays from gaining? Shut it down. Plan nothing but your next meal.
Create Rituals: Build daily habits, like weighing yourself just for the thrill of seeing the numbers climb, or snapping progress pics for the community. Make stuffing sessions sacred events with specific snacks and porn. These rituals reinforce the hedonism, turning gaining into a worshipful routine.
Join the Community: Nothing motivates a gainer like hundereds of anonymous profiles urging you to get fatter. Believe it or not, the internet's full of pervs cheering on your self-destruction - some even pay for it! Start an OnlyFans, Fansly, or whatever, and monetize your body. Ideally, let it replace your job.
Corrupt Others: Spread the kink! Talking to someone unsure about gaining? Tell them how amazing it feels and push them to start. Friend scared of hitting 300 lbs? Shove 'em over the edge. Buddy worried his girlfriend won't gain? Assure him she secretly wants it. The more people you drag into this with you, the better you'll feel - misery loves company.
Cut Off Non-Supporters: Family, friends, partners who don't cheer your gaining? Ditch 'em. The internet has thousands who'd love to chat, adore you, and encourage your immobility. If they truly cared, they'd support your piggy path - you know it. Surround yourself with enablers only.
Good resource for pigs
My belly…
I won’t deny I’m a bit turned on by my tiny belly… my bellybutton feels a bit deeper my stomach less tensed than before when bloated I do feel a bit softer and it’s cute…
(Yes im eating right now how did you know ?)
Respect slim feedees just starting out.
Respect feedees who want to lose some weight.
Respect feedees taking their time.
Respect feedees that don't wanna gain anymore (like, maintaining their goal weight)
Respect feedees with different weight distributions.
Respect the feedees who value their privacy.
Respect is hot ❤️
Oh how beautiful is indulgence, so many magnificient things that can get out of indulging a little or a lot. Like silky layers of fat that turn someone properly plump, a cute round belly that got stuffed a little too much or a very intimate moment of hand feeding between an eager feedee and a doting feeder.
It's amazing what indulgence can do to one's body, it simply makes everything more alluring and exquisite. Maybe we should all indulge more often and see the marvelous results of "just a little more" 💖
She didn't think it would go this far. She didn't want it to go this far. And she was afraid it was just going to keep going.
He was just so cute and so sweet and treated her so well, and she always thought of herself as an open minded person. She would try pretty much anything - within reason - at least once, and if it didn't actively turn her off, then she could go with it to make her partner happy as long as there was some reciprocation. And that's just how it started. The typical kink convo when it's starting to look like sex with a person might become a regular thing. She said she was a sub - he said he could tell - she said she liked to be tied up - he was into it. He said he liked bondage - she said hot - he said he was "kinda" into a bit of "food play" - and she said she was intrigued. Not much more was discussed about it. She had done a bit of "food play" before: some whipped cream liked off a hard cock or some honey on nipples. Not her go-to foreplay but not at all objectionable.
So the next time he came over he brought cupcakes. He was always buying her treats, so it wasn't out of the ordinary, but this time he insisted she try one right away, and not only that, but he insisted that he feed it to her. It was cute, she thought, so she obliged. The cupcake was good and it felt very luxurious to be hand fed a sweet like that, but the interesting part was what happened when the last morsel was gently pressed between her lips. He was upon her immediately. His mouth was on hers sucking the smudges of chocolate frosting off her lips. There was a new desperation and eagerness to his kissing and groping that was intoxicating. They moved to the bedroom and his enthusiasm continued, but right before she thought he was going to enter her, he stepped out of the room to grab one of the cupcakes. He climbed back into bed, spread he legs, and slid into her, and that the same moment pressed the cupcake to her lips. She didn't think about it. She let the cake and frosting fill her mouth. He was doing everything else so right, handling her so well. She would have let him do anything to her in that moment, so she let him feed her and ate without thinking.
Before long, that became a regular thing. Not every meet up involved a feeding, but it became an increasingly frequent part of the foreplay and incorparated into the bedroom on a not irregular basis. The sex was always good, but she could tell the difference when she let him feed her. He was always sweet, but she noticed the extra attention after a full meal. He never pressured her to eat, but there was a gentle insistence on getting an extra side or ordering desert. He wasn't disappointed when she said no, but he was very excited when she said yes. So she said yes more and more. The attention from the hot, sweet man was intoxicating, and the food wasn't bad either, but eventually it wasn't about her saying yes or no to his gentle insistence. The relationship with him, the sex, and eating, it all became inmeshed and intertwined. Eating became linked to foreplay. Overeating guaranteed sex - really good sex. Her indulgence pleased him, and when he was pleased, her turn would come.
So she indulged. She let herself indulge. She let herself eat and eat and let him bring her whatever. Let him bring it right up to her lips. Anything and everything, greasy or sweet, homecooked or delivered, and all in increasing quantities. Anything she desired. The hint of the slightest whim would have him leaping up to satisfy her. It was so luxurious and submissive. She didn't know if it stopped being just for him, or if she had been sucked into this kink - this fetish - as well. She didn't know, because she didn't think about it. It never crossed her mind. She was immersed in him, and obsessed with the way he loved her.
What did start to cross her mind was the softening in her waist. The jiggle in her thighs, the cellulite on a widening ass, the roundess developing in her abdomen. It was easy at first to brush off the tightening of her jeans as just a bloat. After all, she was eating a lot more than normal, and a disproportionate amount of that extra food was junk food. It got a lot harder to brush off when the supposed bloat started getting soft and the jeans started to dig into that softer flesh, causing distinctive rolls of fat to form over her waistband. She said she was going to slow down. She would try to skip desert, but then, after an hour of watching TV on the couch after dinner, the cravings would be too much and she would innocently ask if there was any icre cream in the freezer. She knew the answer and what would happen if she asked: a whole pint of ice cream would be emptied and maybe a few cookies too. And then the praise for eating it all.
So she didn't slow down. If anything she continued to grow even faster. The regular over-eating made it so her normal meals needed to increase to keep her satisfied. Then she discovered that if she sent him updates on her eating habits throughout the day, she would get even more praise. Now there was incentive to make every meal, every snack, every treat, an idulgence. For him, of course. If he liked it, then it was worth it. If she liked it too, then it didn't hurt.
Now, a year into the relationship, she had fully given in. The first 20lbs were hard to handle, and 50lbs of fat was a shocking mile stone, but everything after just started to feel normal. Once she accepted she had conclusively become a fat girl, being a fatter girl wasn't enough of a difference to fret over. And she was a fat girl now. A big fat girl: fat ass sunk into the couch, stuffed gut resting on her lap, empty burger wrappers and fry cartons strewn accross the table, waiting for him to arrive with whatever treats he had in store for her and praise her for eating it all like a good girl.
Need this, good lord
in 2026 DO NOT ask yourself whether your art is GOOD
instead ask:
is it SINCERE
was it CATHARTIC
was it FUN TO MAKE
is it MADE BY ME
and don't forget to stay silly
So true damn