gaining-and-feminizing-thembo

18+ blog, minors DNI!!! fat Thembo, and only getting fatter! 30yo, AMAB, queer/genderfluid, 280lbs Finally undergoing HRT and embracing my fate as a queer fatass Ask me anything! I have an onlyfans where I do custom content and have more pics posted! https://onlyfans.com/thiccthembo

[fatass-thembo]

I want someone to kidnap me and bring me to an old barn. Tie me up, put a feeding hose down my throat, and keep me stuffed 24/7, and pumped full of hormones. Every day, all I want to hear is my gut groaning and creaking, and your merciless teasing reminding me that I'm just a helpless cow.

[thatdeeplore]

y'all can have some headless fat tgirl titties, as a treat...

this is an e cup bra btw... these things wont quit growing 😳😅

[keep-eating-pig]

Have you ever considered writing mutual mommy weight gain stuff? That, along with how your writing is already amazing, would be divine!

I’ve been thinking about it a lot, actually. The idea has been lingering in my mind, teasing me with all sorts of delicious possibilities. I’m still figuring out the exact focus and vibe I want to bring to it, but one thing is crystal clear: I really want to create mutual gaining content.

There’s something so intensely hot about the thought of an adorably obese, soft, and curvaceous girl turning you into her perfect, overfed partner—stuffing you until you’re every bit as massive as she is… or even bigger. Imagine her as this irresistibly cute, chubby goddess with heavy, swaying rolls and a plush, jiggling belly that rests on her thick thighs. Her cheeks are full and rosy, her arms soft and dimpled, and every movement makes her enormous body quake with abundance. She’s completely addicted to making you grow right alongside her, and the mutual surrender to pure, greedy pleasure is what makes it so intoxicating.

She keeps you right where she wants you—pinned beneath her massive, warm weight in bed for hours, sometimes days at a time. You’re not allowed to get up. Not even for a second. Every time you try to shift or move, she presses her heavy body down on you, smothering you in soft, overflowing fat while she breathlessly giggles. Her breathing is constantly labored, those cute little *huff huff* sounds escaping her plump lips as she exerts herself just to reach for another container of heavy cream or another tray of rich, fattening food. She refuses to let you escape the cycle of indulgence, because she needs you right there, swelling bigger with her.

While she feeds you, she eats just as much—maybe more. Her free hand keeps shoveling calories into her own greedy mouth, cheeks bulging, cream dribbling down her chin and onto her enormous breasts as she moans softly in pleasure. She teases you mercilessly the whole time, even though she’s clearly outpacing you in gains.

“Look at you, my big, helpless piggy…” she purrs between heavy breaths, her voice thick with lust and exertion. *Huff huff.* “You’re getting so fucking fat for me. All those soft new rolls… that huge, hanging belly… mmm, I love how it’s starting to spill over your lap. You used to be so much smaller than me, and now… *huff huff*… now you’re catching up. But don’t worry, baby. I’m still ahead. I’ve gained at least another ten pounds since we started this. Maybe fifteen. All for you.”

She leans over you, her massive belly squishing warmly against your own growing gut, both of you slick with sweat and sticky with spilled food. One hand holds a full pint of thick, heavy cream to your lips while the other stuffs a rich, buttery pastry into her own mouth. You can feel her heart racing from the effort of simply staying on top of you, feeding you nonstop.

“Come on, piggy…” she coos, her voice breathy and seductive, laced with playful dominance. *Huff… huff…* “Just one more pint of this heavy… *huff huff*… heavy cream and then we can take a little break. I promise. Open wide for me. I want to feel that belly swell even bigger underneath me. I want you so full you can barely move… just like me.”

Her eyes sparkle with wicked delight as she watches your throat work, forcing down every calorie she gives you. She grinds her heavy hips against you slowly, letting you feel just how turned on she is by your mutual expansion. The bed creaks under your combined weight, the sheets stained with cream, frosting, and the evidence of your endless feeding sessions. She’s relentless—teasing you for every new pound while proudly showing off her own softer, rounder body. She’ll pinch your love handles, jiggle your growing belly, and whisper filthy encouragements about how perfect you’ll look when you finally surpass her… only to immediately stuff herself even more so she can stay ahead.

She wants you hopelessly addicted. She wants you both so enormously fat that leaving the bed becomes a distant memory. Just endless days of panting, moaning, feeding, and growing together in a haze of pure, hedonistic bliss.

That’s the kind of mutual gaining fantasy I can’t stop thinking about. Slow, sensual, teasing, and relentlessly indulgent.

[tubbybunnysblog]

Forbidden angles 🤭

Today I thought I would let you all get up close and personal with my plush body

[housecow]

Bit of a sadistic ask, what is your favorite toxic trait on a feeder? Been wondering since I've seen a few of your posts going on about the darker side of feedism and left me rather curious on what you'll answer

…i like when they get angry that i do anything for myself 😊 i also like when they pin me down on the bed and don’t let me get up even if i really wanted to because. no. i shouldn’t be moving, too many calories burned and my feeder should get things for me <3

[housecow]

OK maybe being a messy cow is hot

[transfatpiggy]

I think I’m starting to develop a proper overhang, the shadow/line thing under my belly is appearing more prominent than it has been before

[doctor-tony]

Reblog Reblog if interested in hrt

[vinikta]

Thanks Doc

[swankyangles]

[onlyonekenobi]

INFORMATION I WAS NOT PREPARED TO LEARN. MAYBE WE *ARE* ALONE. BECAUSE WE ARE SO *EARLY*. IF THERE IS EVER GALACTIC CIVILIZATION THEY WILL NOT REMEMBER US AT ALL. BECAUSE WE ARE NOTHING. CELLS, JUST BEGINNING TO FORM LIFE. SORRY FOR SCREAMING. BUT ARE YOU LISTENING. ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT IT.

[lesbiankiliel]

[hetrez]

The planet was nothing special.

Well, there were some quirks. It was carbon-based, which was mildly interesting, and Arc’s shuttle readouts told her that it was the plants that had developed photosynthesis, weirdly. The atmosphere had a massive amount of oxygen, and there was all that water, too, more than she had ever seen in one place before. And every planet was, as her trainers had told her, its own unique jewel.

But one thing they had not told her was that all the jewels started to blend together after a while, and after a little longer each one became just another assignment. So the planet was just another assignment. A little ball of water and tumbled stone and flora in a cul-de-sac of the galaxy. One more stack of paperwork for Arc to get through before she could go home to her marital partners and offspring.

Arc aimed her shuttle in the middle of one of the larger continents, away from the mountain range and near a smaller body of (oh, gosh, more) water. As she got closer to the ground, though, her shuttle readouts changed. There were irregular smudges of radiation on the surface, and chemical evidence of constructed materials. Arc squinted, and her tertiary limbs started to shiver in frustration. There were ruins down there. Nobody had told her she’d be surveying a formerly inhabited planet. Great, she thought. Now I’m never getting home.

Arc sent a note by ansible to Ecba, her dearest marital partner. A few mins later, as her shuttle settled on the ground, she got back the image of a hand-sculpted message. “My little machine,” it said, Ecba’s sweetheart-name for her, and she could see all the love that went into the lettering. “Does it have to be you?”

Arc put on her enviro-suit and got her surveying monitor. “Maybe not,” she sent. She didn’t have the same skill in sculpting that Ecba had, so she just had to trust that her love was conveyed in the digital lettering. “Wish me luck. I’ll try to come home to you all soon.”

Then she stepped out into the world.

The first thing she noticed was that the sky was blue. It was disconcerting, to say the least. Blue was for water, and some crystal formations, and nebulae, not the sky. She wondered what it had done to whatever inhabitants used to live here, to have such a bright, unwieldy color as the backdrop of their days. If they used the light spectrum to see at all, that was. Well, she thought as she carried her surveying monitor away from the shuttle, she’d find out.

The second thing she noticed was that the ruins were invisible from the ground. All she could see for kiloms and kiloms was wildly ambitious vegetation, some rocks, and the melodramatic blue of the sky. The ruins must have been old enough that any wood or rock or even petroleum deposits would have broken down into microscopic pieces, from time or the weather, or been buried. Whatever she was dealing with wasn’t just gone, it was long gone.

Arc felt herself start to get interested, despite her desire to go home. Junior surveyors like her didn’t get mysteries like this. Ruins were one thing, the residue of a solitary existence before the inhabitants discovered, or were discovered by, other planets and polities, and they left to make a new life among the stars. But mysteries were something else.

She found a flat place to set up her surveying monitor, and set the aperture. Immediately she was surrounded by a hologram re-creation of her surroundings. She figured five thousand years was long enough, to start with. She flipped the dial back, clacked her secondary limbs for luck, and told it to go.

Nothing. The hologram was the same, just ruins and vegetation.

Arc checked the monitor. It seemed to be working fine. She turned it off and turned it on again just to make sure. Then she set it for ten thousand years.

Ruins. Vegetation. Nothing else.

Arc turned the hologram off, and sat back and looked around. The vegetation gave her no answers. She clacked her limbs in confusion, and then thought, Fuck it, and set the monitor for a hundred thousand years. Even if she missed the departure point, the thing she was always told to capture first, at least she’d get something.

Nothing. Even so far back, everything was exactly the same.

Arc started to get a bad feeling. She tried two hundred thousand years, and nothing. Three hundred thousand years. Then, feeling like she was losing her mind, she set it back five hundred thousand years.

And, there.

It wasn’t the inhabitants, but she could see traces of the buildings they had built for themselves, in the process of crumbling to nothing. She started creeping slowly back in time from there: year after year. The weather patterns on the monitor were very different from what she was experiencing now, with scorching heat and hurricanes, the air filled with ash. There was no vegetation. Arc’s bad feeling crystallized into fear.

Finally, finally, she found a living soul. Just one, wandering through the ruins, shielding itself from the blistering sunlight. It walked right in front of her on the hologram, and turned and looked straight through her. She stared at it, trying to understand.

It was a soft, squishy thing, bipedal and barely coming to half her height. It moved like nothing she'd ever seen, and she shouldn't have been able to read any emotion in that strange face and those alien limbs. But she saw grief there, she was sure of it.

Back, and back. The ruins rebuilt themselves, the weather patterns steadied. Arc saw more of those strange bipedal beings, and other squishy creatures that connected to the beings with string. She saw small fauna and stone roads, machines that moved and buildings so tall they blocked out the sky. She found a group of three, a taller being and two very short ones, and watched them for a long time, as they came and went from the image of the building in front of her. After watching them for a while, she realized that they were a family.

Arc found another being, and watched it making something out of wood: a little carving of one of the creatures that moved along on string. She saw beings creating machines that made images, and she saw beings painting colors on walls. She saw beings fighting each other, killing each other, mourning each other. She saw them raising each other, playing with each other. She saw them making and making: creating by themselves, creating together. And all of them so long ago, long before even Arc's people, the oldest civilization she knew, had begun to walk among the stars.

These beings, the ones that had lived hundreds of thousands of years ago, had spent the entire course of their existence alone in the universe. The ruins weren't ruins because they had left for better things. The ruins were ruins because they had died out, all of them, millennia before they could be found.

Arc felt grief well up inside of her, and she began to keen. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. Life was meant to find other life; that's what life was for.

How lonely they must have been, she thought, singing her mourning song for them. All that creation, all that art and all that play, the machines that made images, the paint scrawled on walls, the carvings made with strange limbs but with so much love that Arc could feel it even now — and they couldn't share it with anyone. How impossible the galaxy, the universe, must have felt to them.

I’m sorry, she thought, and keened for them. I’m sorry you were all alone. I’m sorry we were too late for you, and that you were too early for us. I'm sorry for all of it. But we’re here now. We have you. You’re not alone anymore, and you’ll never be alone again.

After a while she calmed. The holographic images were still going, and she found herself struck by another family: this one had many large beings and a few small ones, and it was clear in their movements how much they loved each other. That was important, she thought. That love was what was left, after everything. That love was what she was here to preserve.

Arc got up off the ground on shaky limbs, still grief-stricken but feeling stronger. She went back to her shuttle and sent the images she had recorded to her supervisors, along with a note that they needed to send more of her colleagues, now, so that everything could be captured faithfully.

She also sent a note to Ecba. “My star,” Arc wrote. “I have memories I need to excavate here. I am sorry I will not be home soon. I will come back when I can, but in the meantime know that I love you, and our family.”

Then she got her carving tools, and her clay. She wasn't as good as Ecba, but this memory, these stories, deserved the work of her hands.

Arc went back to her surveying monitor. She turned it on, and wound it back and back, farther than she’d ever imagined it was possible for life to go. She braced herself for grief again, and for the love she was going to find. She arranged her clay, and picked up her tools. She let the monitor play, showing her the planet’s long, brilliant memory. And then she began to tell the story.

[newgraywolf]

@hellsite-folklore

[tubbybunnysblog]

Also, I feel it’s time to cleanse my page

I am pro-choice pro LGBTQ pro black, pro healthcare, pro free education pro POC I am pro freedom of religion anti-assault weapons. Fuck Trump fuck his administration fuck ice free Palestine Sudan Ukraine congo. Sex work and porn should not be criminalized. Weed is not nearly the most dangerous substance on the streets and capitalism is the root of all evil.

Now if you agree, feel free to enjoy my page if you don’t get the fuck out 😊

[socialistexan]

Uhhhhhhhh that seems bad

RFK Jr.'s autism study to amass medical records of many Americans

The autism study is planning to link confidential data "with broad coverage in the U.S. population" in one place for the first time.

[hugezuki-yukari]

Reblog if you’re into XWG (extreme weight gain)

[secret-donut-whore]

Cow print, like if you agree, reblog to be turned into a milk machine,

[secret-donut-whore]

Love seeing cowards liking but not reblogging. Im better than you

[shubijubi]

Crushing Weight

[shubijubi]

Something In The Water

[verytinybun]

SFW Positive Feedism Questions:

I made these for a more soft feedism approach! Reblog and see what asks you get in your inbox.

Are you a gainer, admirer, or both?

Sweet or savory foods as a preference?

What weird food combinations do you really enjoy?

Favorite nonsexual thing about feedism?

Burping is cute: yay or nay?

Describe your perfect date.

Stuffing/feeding at home or in public?

Something you think all big people should hear is ___.

If you had an endless supply of any food, what would you choose?

Best piece of advice for new gainers would be___.

The scale: important to you or just a number?

Where would you rather the fat to go, to the belly or the butt?

When cuddling, do you like being the big spoon or little spoon?

Favorite piece of clothing to outgrow/watch someone outgrow?

If you owned a restaurant, what kind of food would it serve?

Favorite type of food?

How would you deal with family and friend's comments about you or your partner's weight?

Country you'd most like to take a food tour of?

What do you typically have for a midnight snack?

What was the best meal you have ever had?