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[goldagym-ffa]

Model Prize Hog (The Farm Fic), Part I

This is another multi-part feedist fiction story. It is about a female feeder/FFA and a male feeder who bought an old farm in Southeastern Europe where they live and hold feedist retreats, seminars and workshops. The feedee is quite submissive, there are some sketchy manipulation and cnc vibes in this while it’s still romantic and cute, they are living a shared dream.

It will contain: feedism, fat admiration, weight gain, conditioning, trough feeding, dominance/submission, force feeding, funnel feeding, cnc, manipulation, voyeurism, fluff, romance

You had been excited all day since I told you earlier today that we were gonna do another special feeding session this afternoon. It was a demonstration for our newly arrived guests, but you didn’t exactly know all the details about that. You just knew these special feedings were awesome and left you blissfully stuffed in a food coma and your balls as empty as your belly was full. Was I filming parts of it? You had decided not to ask - if there was anything weird going on, it felt too good to stop now.

We had gone for a little outing this morning to get you to the local hairdresser . This place was quite remote, but the community still offered everything we needed and it was only half an hour to the beach as well. The people in the village didn’t find men with big beer bellies next to rather stylish women unusual, but they hadn’t seen a proper hog like you were since you had reached 200 kg. We had bought the farm shortly thereafter and finished it in record time thanks to generous donations of our fans and community members eagerly awaiting our feedist programs and retreats.

The hair salon was run by an elderly lady and her son who ended up taking half an hour to properly shape your beard around your thick double chin. I fed you white chocolate cashew cookies and gave you a soda during the break I had requested in advance for between the haircut and the beard grooming. The elderly lady laughed about my display of affection and joked that I was taking enough care for three of you. Her son didn’t quite understand and probably wondered why he hadn’t managed to find a woman to leave this village and her mother’s salon when this obscenely obese, heavily breathing glutton of a man had charmed such a lovely woman.

Your hair and beard turned out great but I would have thought so anyway since I loved your hair and still thought your face was a combination of every feature I had ever found beautiful. We tipped them generously and stopped to stock up on groceries on the way home.

You still hadn’t tried all the sweets and snacks in the local supermarkets, there were so many of them! Countless chocolate wafers, gummies and cream-filled mini pastries and their ice cream selection was seriously impressive. You normally waddled obediently and slowly next to me, but at the supermarket, your fatty instincts kicked in and you somehow managed to get your fat fingers on every high-calorie item at once. We can get it all, Babe! I know you’re hungry and I could never say no to you. I collected cheesecake, brownie and shake supplies, a bunch of crisps in different flavours, several crates of soda and some normal food for myself as well. The produce here was always fresh and tasted great! You didn’t care as much about it, but I did use plenty of it when I cooked for you as well and you liked all of it.

I got horny thinking about the obscene amount of sugar and fat I was gonna make you eat, feed you, push your face into while you were on all fours, shove into your reddened face and funnel into your already stretched out body. I knew you’d still beg me to feed you even then. You had unlearned saying you‘re too full - there was no such thing for you, there was only pure bliss whenever you overate and you knew nothing made me as helplessly drawn to you as your cascading lard rolls, your endless appetite and lust for me feeding you more, and always more, your readiness to cater to my deepest desire to own you, fatten you, make you heave around a body big enough to paint a picture of how much you made me feel.

I knew I had conditioned you over the years to feel exactly this warm rush of endorphins with the food coma fast approaching by getting you off exactly in that exact moment every single time and by being the sweetest, most affectionate version of myself, but you wanted to be trained like I wanted to make you mine. So now you were longing for me to fill you every day, to straddle you in your feeding bed or on the sofa and fill your greedy mouth for hours on end while rubbing your belly, whispering in your ear that you don’t have to be skinny ever again, I would always just find you hotter as you get fatter, you‘re making me so proud, such a perfect model piggy for all others.

When we arrived back on the farm, I helped you out of the car and parked you on the sofa with another soda, got you two pieces of chocolate cake from the kitchen and went to carry our groceries inside. You were breathing so heavily when you finally got to sit down again and your knees were creaking, my poor baby! Less movement for you the next few days.

I briefly went to the seminar room where several future hogs and they feeders were getting ready for todays demo feeding. Some of the younger ones idolised you quite a bit, they wanted to be you - be as well-trained as you, opening their greedy mouths without limits like you, as handsome of a hog like you and of course, as fat as you. I knew some of the feeders were rather jealous of me and they for sure got off on having seen you eat in the afternoon when they tried to be with their smaller fatties later in the night.

The images of your blob-shaped body in seated position with your fat legs spread far apart by an even bigger hanging belly, your moobs towering above it, your useless flabby arms with those adorable sausage finger hands and the look on your face somewhere between greed, mindlessness and yearning for approval from me..those impressions were for sure not going fade anytime soon. I occasionally doubted the ethics of our business model because while the feedees seemed to learn a lot and usually showed rapid successes in their gains and behaviour, it may have destabilised some feeder’s desires for their own piggies. Especially those were sure to return though, since they basically paid for the live porn of watching me feed you in our special feeding room next to the guesthouse.

The wall facing the end of the bed in this feeding room was made of one-way mirror glass behind dark velvet curtains. I opened them only after getting everything reading for our sessions and you enjoyed being able to see me sitting on top of you - that mirror had been such a good idea of me! I hadn’t been too clear about what kind of mirror it was and that there were some other piggies in training with their feeders behind it who could see you. They were eager to learn from us and you did the presentations and workshops with me, so I always assumed you wouldn’t mind anyway, but I didn’t want you to get stage fright when people found these practical demonstrations so helpful and any program that included these sold out the same day.

You also liked having an additional bedroom to get fed in so we would never have crumbs in our regular bed and only did the morning shake and non-crumbly foods there. It was the perfect system - all regular meals on the sofa like you were used to, shakes and cheesecakes in the kitchen or our normal bedroom, special stuffings and funnel feedings often in the feeding room. It had a built-in trough just in front of that big mirror so you could see how your moobs and belly dropped to the floor when you got on all fours to eat. I had really outdone myself in designing this room, what a feedist paradise.

I sat down next to you on the sofa after I was done with our groceries and rested my head on one of your fleshy moobs. I could hear your heart try hard to keep pumping enough blood through all your layers of body fat. What a trooper! I knew we were putting you through a lot health-wise, but we couldn’t stop and we’re doing better than ever since we both had decided to let go. You had become what you were always meant to be - unrecognisably fat, spoiled, docile and happy every day of your life.

I gently grabbed your love handle on my side and rubbed your belly slowly. As you felt my tight body pressed into your softness, you let out a soft moan.

"Do you want another raspberry or oreo shake today, babe? And chicken burgers or those smash burgers you had last week? Dessert is pancakes and lemon pie", I asked you while I knew you were getting hard again. I had already sucked you off after today’s weigh-in when you were up another 5lbs and made you cum again after breakfast to get you nice and glowy for going outside. "Shh Sweetie, you gotta eat a lot for me first. I know your dick is buried somewhere in that fat pad begging to get out again, but I will only take care of it today if you‘ll be an extra good piggy for. Maybe you’ll get off before dessert even so I can push that into your cute mouth while you’re all empty headed and exhausted.“

You let out a frustrated grunt and shoved your chubby hand into the snack basket next to you to both eat something to deal with the frustration as well as show me that you would always eat for me like you had promised. We ordered chicken burgers, I made over a litre of oreo shake, produced a mountain of pancakes and got out the lemon pie while you watched some TV and kept on snacking instinctively.

You were a bit surprised to feel the collar around your neck when I approached you from behind, but you would never try to resist. What bad could happen? Your feeder wanting to feed you, who was into getting fed? Oh no, how terrible! Sure, you had long surpassed your limit, I was filming you quite a lot for content, but we needed to pay for the farm somehow, so you never really questioned what I did to make it happen and it seemed to work well, so..

You heard the leash connect to the collar and started shifting your body around to potentially get up and follow me to the feeding room. I laughed at your four rather sorry attempts to get up on your own but would always let you try, so I could watch this, it was my favourite daily show. You started to sweat, got out of breath quickly and fell back your wide ass again. "I could use your help, do you think you can do some weightlifting at home?", you cheekily asked for my assistance and I decided to have mercy on you and pulled you back onto your feet. Gosh, your cankles were ridiculously swollen, it was such a sexy look. We kissed and smiled about me having to help you get up having become such a regular event.

I let you waddle for a few steps down the hallway, but when I snapped my fingers, you immediately got on your knees like you had been trained to, I went ahead and made you crawl into the feeding room by pulling on your leash. "Yes, come to me, Honey! I will feed you delicious food to make you so fat and round, I won’t be able to take my eyes of you ever! And when you’ve been an extra good fat boy for me, I will let you cum again! Crawl for me, piggy, crawl to your trough. Since we’re still waiting for the burgers, there’s already half a pie waiting for you to shove your face into. And look who’s got your funnel ready to serve you some delicious creamy shake. Wow, your knees are doing such a good job carrying my perfect blubbery lardass. I know it’s hard to move with your belly on the floor, but look at you, so pretty. Make me proud today, I have decided I want 15 lbs this month."

[thetumgang]

Fat camp but instead of wasting your time with useless diets and exercise they encourage you to move as little as possible push you into eating until your gasping for air at each meal and constantly being bombarded with snacks.

Just think about it your sleeping quarter having built in funnels in eacg bed, never being a few feet away from a snack, feeders flooding the place making sure your stuffed around the clock, tailors constantly letting out your clothes trying hide the damage the food has done to your figure and so much more!

By the end of the camp your forced into clothes that can't hold your blubber back waddling off the campsite with your stomach out and your mind racing on what to eat next after all you just spent the past few weeks eating non stop why stop now tubby ;)

[fatbratfreya]

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[fatbratfreya]

Freya's Summer Gaining Camp ☀️ It's summer, the perpetual season of abundance. The season when everything blooms, when the harvest grows in preparation for the next winter, and when life seems to invite you to indulge a little more than usual. It's the perfect time to focus on growth, and that's exactly what I plan on doing to you. Or maybe with you. We're getting your body ready for winter, piggy, embracing abundance in every sense of the word and seeing just how much you can grow.

We're going to start with a daily calorie goal that's just a little outside your comfort zone. Nothing impossible, just enough to push you. Then, little by little, we'll raise the bar until, by the end of summer, I want you aiming for 5,000 calories a day. Trust the process. Trust my plan. By the time the weather cools down, you'll be a proper little butterball, softer, rounder, and carrying all the evidence of a season well spent.

And don't worry, I know all the little tricks. There are so many easy ways to sneak extra calories into your day if you know what you're doing. Consider me proof that a little indulgence goes a long way. That doesn't mean it'll all be easy, though. Growing takes work, piggy. It takes commitment. You have to push yourself sometimes, and that's exactly what you signed up for.

After all, when you decided you wanted to be my piggy, you weren't looking for someone to hold you back. You wanted a feeder, a nurturer, someone to encourage you and push you toward the version of yourself you wanted to become. This was your choice, not mine. I'm just here to make sure you see it through.

So get ready for a summer of gains. A summer of abundance, comfort, and letting yourself enjoy every little pleasure that comes your way. Soft bodies are beautiful in their own right, all that plush, jiggly softness just begging to be appreciated. Being fat isn't for everyone, but I think it's perfect for us, my wonderfully rotund little pig. Curvage ☀️ VIP OF (no paywall) ☀️ Free OF ☀️ C4S ☀️ ManyVids

[teatimezz]

Fair warning, for a feeder you would be surprised how easily ragebaited I am by bratty fattys. Like if you ever respond to me with “make me” or “what are you gonna do about it” I WILL proceed to have you over eat and cum over and over again until there is tears in your eyes. I WILL taunt and mock you for testing me as you struggle to respond through each bite I shove down your throat. I WILL ingrain my dominance into your head through an over abundance of pleasure and food to the point it makes you dizzy and sick. I am a kind chill person but that doesn’t mean I can’t be crueler then you could imagine. Especially when you’re practically begging for it through your actions

[thickthighsfiveguys]

Couch Training

A good piggy is a lazy piggy, so let’s all remember to spend plenty of time on the couch! I know in the beginning it might be hard to stay on the couch all day, but after a few weeks of denying yourself a walk around the neighborhood or a trip to the gym in exchange for the coziest spot in the house, you’ll forget all about exercise in no time!

Just like an athlete, it’s smart to prepare yourself for couch training, but instead of stretches we’ll be gathering supplies to keep us happy, comfy, and fed all day! Remember, when we’re prepared, we don’t have to get up!

Some handy piggy supplies might include your favorite blanket, some nice stretchy pajama pants for when you’ve been snacking, a nice big drink that you won’t have to refill, and of course, enough snacks to last you at least 3 hours! If you’re like me and you like variety, go ahead and bring everything you might want to eat into your piggy pad with you so that you don’t have to get up when you inevitably get hungry for it!

When it comes to couch training, lazy piggies shouldn’t look to accomplish much, but here are some activities to help keep you sedentary! There’s always tv to provide hours and hours of mind numbing entertainment, but don’t forget about movies, feedee podcasts, or even audio books! Having to actually read books might be hard for the lazier piggy, so don’t feel like you need to challenge yourself with any of those! Playing video games, scrolling TikTok, or watching dirty videos are other great options! Doing things that don’t require a lot of brain power is key!

Another good activity for couch piggies is playing with yourself, stuffing, or sexting/facetiming your feeder! If your feeder is home with you, you can always incorporate feedings into couch training, too, as a reward or incentive to not get up!

When you’ve thoroughly exhausted yourself by sitting on your ass and eating all day, it might be time for a much deserved nap! Couch training should include frequent naps so that the piggy doesn’t get too tired to eat!

If the piggy ever gets sore or feels the need to stretch after sitting for so long, try taking some pain meds and massaging your fat rather than getting up! If your feeder is home, ask them to rub you down to help with the soreness. There are also plenty of stretches piggies can do while remaining seated! You know you don’t really want to get up, so don’t!

After a few weeks of couch training, lazy piggies should notice that they’re sitting on the couch for at least 4 hours a day, but optimally 8 or 9 if you work from home! With any luck after a few months, your hips will be bigger than the couch cushions and you’ll be too fat to even consider getting up anymore!

[brendakthedonutgirl]

oh my.

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Capacity Training

You two weren't dating, and it wasn't a cute, hopeful-but-tentative-not-dating-but-maybe-dating-soon, it was something you didn't like to think about. She wanted you to feed you, clearly. The funnel sticky with weight gain shake and your distended potbelly attested to that. But you knew that she didn't want to be more with you, and you knew you were never going to know why.

She started off as a blank profile picture that you bothered to reply to for some reason, even though it was nameless and faceless, and, surprisingly, there was good conversation behind it--funny, smart, charming stuff that drew you in deeper than "ur gonna get so fat" ever could. And it turned out she was kind of local, so a few weeks later, there you were, driving up to some rural bar she swore had good food. The food was fine, and so was the date--just fine. She seemed nervous for some reason, alternating between watching enraptured at every bite that moved from your plate to your lips and starting every time someone a waitress walked by. But then when you walked back to your cars, she pushed you against yours,

leaned in close, and shoved a piece of chocolate in your mouth with a desperate look in her eyes, then another piece, then another, and her lips were on yours and then you were in her car going to a drive-through. She fed you two burgers, some fries, and finally poured the milkshake into your mouth, holding it to your lips until you finished it as you burped and tried to pull away, more stuffed than you'd ever been, your small belly pushing out over your tight shorts. You met her every so often after that, and talked most days, but she never really let you know about her, her personal life a vague sketch she kept vague. She was interested in making you fatter, and that's what she did, buying meals for you on the condition you recorded yourself eating them, and you grew, your belly softening and rounding and widening, the sharp jawline you'd always got complimented on swallowed by the soft tide of your own greed. You stopped asking her about personal stuff, eventually, and when you did she got warmer, feeding you more, responding faster in dirty talk, calling you her "pet pig." And when you met her, there was no pretense at conversation. You went to the restaurant or hotel room, exchanged niceties, and she fed you. Always, she fed you more food, heavier food, and faster. You wondered if she had a boyfriend and you were her little lesbian experiment and then just stopped caring about it. It wasn't what you wanted, but it was what you had, and it's not like people were beating down you door to feed you.

One day after stuffing you, she gave you a box, an unopened Amazon package with the address label torn off. Inside was a scale. "I was thinking, I kind of want to do more with you," and hope soared in your heart. "I'll link this scale to my phone, so when you weigh yourself, I'll see it. And I made you this." She passed you a binder, and inside were a list of meals and recipes, all of them dated, starting tomorrow. "You can eat a lot even now, but you could eat even more with a little training, and then I can really put the weight on you." "Training," you said, "like I'm an athlete on a regimen."

Weirdly enough, it didn't make you outright heavier at first. It was a lot of grains, a lot of fiber, a lot of water and seltzer, and you started actually feeling hungry even though you were bloated all the time. It went on like that for a week, lots of broccoli and water chugs and chicken, and then the recipes changed. Cream was in everything, lots of Kraft made with heavy cream and bacon specifically as a right-before-bed-meal, but also in scrambled eggs and in protein shakes, and you ballooned. It was intoxicating, feeling yourself ballooning like that, the indescribably hot feeling of getting fatter by the second as you sat there, letting yourself go bite by bite. And then she cancelled your next meeting, but mailed you a binder without a return address, with your fattening schedule. And she cancelled the next one as your breath got short, as you outgrew clothes, as the casual acquaintances all started treating you weird. Not worse, really, but. . . some took you less seriously, some seemed concerned and would mention their diets a lot more, and some, especially men seemed to just start kind of ignoring you. You weren't the serious consultant anymore; you were the one that needed to hit the gym and get clean, or at least buy new clothes, for God's sake. Little did they know it was for a woman who seemed like she was trying to avoid you.

But finally, she did agree to meet you again. You wore something intentional, the blue dress you'd worn when you first met her, now obscenely tight and too short to wear anywhere but to see her, your belly pressing hard and the indent of your bellybutton like the pupil of a demanding eye.

It was quiet when you got into the hotel room, a little suite with a kitchen. She was wearing a long dress with buttons from the neck to the hem, leaning against the counter, and her eyes flew to you as soon as you walked in. You could feel her picking out every detail, the faint beginnings of a third chin, the roll of fat under your arms, the globe of your perpetually stuffed gut staring at her as you looked at her expectantly.

She said nothing, working the buttons on her dress down one by one, motioning with her head to the fridge. A sheet cake sat inside in the clean sterility of the barely-used fridge, the only food in there. On top of it sat a harness with a modest, black dildo in it. Knowing was what expected of you, you put the cake on the floor, tossed the plastic cover aside, and handed her the strap before plunging your face into the cake, mentally savoring the first view of her naked you'd ever see. You dug into the cake eagerly, knowing from experience that you'd need more to feel full, confident she'd take care of you. The first thrust into you felt heavenly, your mind dropping its thoughts and preoccupations like someone dropping a tray of silverware. Her voice was smooth and thrumming and dripping with genuine contempt as she fucked you. "It's incredible what I've done to you, really, what you've done to yourself with just a little help from me. You could've pretended if you hadn't met me. Pretended that you weren't a giant, greedy, disgusting pig, tried to fit in with the normal people and just let go a few nights of year, pretended that the thing you're meant to do on this planet is something other than stuffing your fat face." She started slowly but sped up quickly, pounding into your ass while you ate so that you had to play dead and let the weight of your overworked gut hold you back from getting pushed into the cake, and it made you even hungrier, for her and for the cake. Her hips slapped hard into you and held pushed in for a second before starting again, slow. "Now you've eaten yourself so far past the the point where you could ever really be thin again. Permanently damaging yourself for this stupid fucking fetish? Do you think I don't want to let go like you? Do you think I don't wish I could be the gluttonous, greedy, desperate thing you are? But I can't, because I just won't demean myself like that. Have you looked at yourself? Are you in denial? Do you think you can ever be"--she clutched hard at the lowest roll of your fat belly, digging her nails into it, her voice frantic, desperate, rushed--"normal again? Forever stretched out. Your lack of self-control has left its mark on your forever." She fucked you harder, sliding a hand between your legs as you felt yourself rise to the brink of orgasm. The cake was gone and frosting was matted into your hair, and your belly, bulging with cake and fat, ached as an orgasm shot its way through you like the sound of something breaking.

[fatbratfreya]

Girlfriend Points Out Your Weight Gain Let’s be real. You haven’t exactly been watching what you eat or putting any time into working out. Actually, it’s been the complete opposite. The only thing you seem committed to lately is growing that waistline, and trust me, it’s noticeable.

Normally, I’m not the kind of girlfriend to point it out or make you feel bad, but honestly? Maybe a little shame is in order, because you’ve been turning yourself into a soft little butterball. A greedy pig with no end in sight.

And it’s starting to affect our sex life. How exactly do you expect to fuck me properly with that huge fat belly in the way? It’s getting harder and harder for me to enjoy myself when you’re huffing and puffing over me like some overfed hog.

You know I care about my pleasure, and right now? Your body is becoming more useful for stuffing and teasing than anything else. Maybe instead of pretending you’re still in shape, you should accept what you really are becoming: soft, gluttonous, and completely out of control. Curvage 😋 VIP OF (no paywall) 😋 Free OF 😋 Many Vids

[petebbwcomps]

GorJess - Weight Gain Comparison

[freshfats]

rb if you feel better with your fat belly sticking out 👅

[podgybabe-deactivated20210728]

😇😇😇

[dhjugferbnohd-deactivated202412]

🎶I’ve been waiting for this moment since, like, last week, oh laawwwd🎵

[dhjugferbnohd-deactivated202412]

January 5th (~125lbs) to August 21st (~185lbs)

If it weren’t so hot I would have done better pose matching 😅

[dhjugferbnohd-deactivated202412]

[goldagym-ffa]

Trying to not get off for like ten days, it’s been five and I‘m watching my fantasies escalate from the discomfort of sitting on my wet pussy.

So far, I got to fetishising health issues, raising goal weight from 440 lbs/200 kg to 600 lbs, pegging a fatty because his dick is buried and someone has to fuck, and today I also dreamed about some human livestock situation with my bed bound dream hog being fattened and his cock getting milked by machines.

Not masturbating is really making me a better person who is definitely not thinking horny depraved thoughts all day while being at risk of walking into a lamppost

[kissymonkey101]

Have another doughnut for me baby. I like when ur belly hangs out the bottom of ur shirt 😮‍💨🫣 sooooo attractive

[goldagym-ffa]

Double my weight in lard on your body and try to crush mine.

Believe in yourself, you‘re gonna need it.

Oh and I need you heavier.

You’re still lightweight, baby!