Gainer boy in the making🐷

22 yo gainer boy Make me fatter, I just accepted that I'm gonna be fat, I love eating and I was into this since I can remember Open to make new friends

[ihatemakingusernames]

I want you to *feel* heavier.

I want you to constantly feel that you're taking up space. You know, that feeling where your brain hasn't quite adjusted to your new size; where you find yourself bumping into furniture or doorways... that you could swear were wider just two days ago. I want you to start noticing that your kitchen counter seems higher than it did before... Or maybe, your gut finally hangs so low that it kisses the countertop when you're looking for a snack. I want you to wonder why all of your clothes suddenly seem to have shrunk in the wash. After all, the nice pair of jeans you just bought must be poor quality... The button flew off the second you sat down, but it's not like you've been eating enough to stuff a stoned linebacker, right?

You haven't been eating much at all, have you? Some avocado toast for breakfast... Followed by two mcgriddles and a huge iced coffee. A salad for lunch... accompanied by a triple decker burger and a massive basket of cheese fries. And dinner, since you ate so healthy and light during the day, you treat yourself to a pizza... Or two... Or three. And fuck it, why not some ice cream too? You've been good, you deserve a treat, don't you? You couldn't possibly have outgrown your clothes eating like that. That's crazy!

But yes, I want you to feel heavier.

Not only in the sense that I can fit my entire head beneath your massive tit, but in the sense that you can *feel* yourself growing... Stretching... Spreading wider. You can feel your supple, cellulite dimpled flesh getting softer, bathing you in a cozy blanket of lard. I want you to feel weighed down by your body, to question why you should ever have to get off the couch... To ever have to do anything beside eating and getting fatter.

Yes baby, I want you to feel heavier.

I want you to grow. Grow for me.

[growingboyblog]

The moment you realize...your belly touches the bed when you are sitting. You were convinced that you are not THAT fat yet, that you could close your legs. But no. Soft, sagging belly is in between them. That's the moment you will know that slowly but surely your penis is going to be buried under all your fat🐷

[teatimezz]

Awww is the piggy overeating to the point of exhaustion again? Don’t you know eating a calorie surplus makes you fat? If you keep eating like that you might hit a stage above morbidly obese at which I didn’t even know existed! It’s already hard enough shopping for your clothes let alone replacing them only after a month cause that roomy 2XL shirt is now a crop top at best. If you raise your arms above your head you literally will put me at risk of getting flashed by how much you’ve outgrown each top. I don’t even think you have any attire that isn’t under the constant threat of snapping. I don’t even know what overflows more now that muffin top over your jeans or fupa over your underwear. Keep this up and you’ll be bed bound with no clothes to fit you in the world. Too bad you are definitely not gonna listen to anything I just told you and keep mindlessly consuming like the barn animal you are 🐖

[crushmepls]

⭐️Subby feeder scenario! Wouldn’t it be cute to have a fat partner who likes to make fun of you a little?⭐️

Since I’m shy talking about it, you decide to take matters into your own hands to figure out exactly what I like. After tying me up, you unlock my phone and find the stuff I look at in private, mocking me for thinking I was smart enough to be able to hide it from you. You start touching me as you scroll, amused by what you’re seeing. “Oh, so you want me That big? Is this not enough for you?” you ask as you grab your own stomach, shaking it up and down and pressing your weight onto me. I protest and try to explain that I love you how you are, but you just smile knowingly and keep showing me content. “Do you like this? How about this??..” Video after video plays, showing massive people, displays of gluttony, and too-tight clothing as I get more and more embarrassed. There’s nothing to hide from you anymore, and there’s no un-knowing this stuff. “Oh my god, you really are enjoying this, aren’t you?” you say with a laugh. You move down to inspect me more closely, telling me to hold still for you. 

“Do you want to make me even fatter?” You progress from touching to full on finger fucking me.

“Please??”

“You’re such a freak,” you say with an evil smile. “You can start right after I’m done with you.”

[falstaff9000]

My wife has fattened the masculinity out of me. When I waddle the fat on my hips shakes up and down and my belly apron swings from side to side. My moobs bounce and jiggle. My ass has developed a shelf. I have bingo wings. My cock is submerged in fatpad. I might as well be a eunuch. All this fat has feminized me. In a few years I’ll be confined to the house. A true house hubby.

[walker9000]

Submissive piggies. You’re losing control.

Some of you are becoming addicted to the lifestyle. You’re stuffing yourself everyday. You were barely chubby a couple years ago and now by all measures you’re a fat porker. You get off every day to how much lard you’re packing on. You’ve become incredibly lazy. You get out of breath doing basic tasks.

What you don’t realize is that your metabolism has cratered. All the overeating and lack of movement has led to a quiet atrophying of muscle mass, which has caused your metabolism to slow to a crawl. You could pull yourself out of this cycle, but you’re already addicted. You have no willpower.

In the next few years you are going to get alarmingly fat. People will be concerned about you. You’ll be unrecognizable to your former self. You’ll break chairs, beds, couches. You’ll be too fat to fit in any of your friends cars. You’ll enter doorways at an angle so not to bump your fat hips into the door frame.

The only way to prevent this is if you exercise some self control. But that’s long gone for you, isn’t it?

[the-fae-in-your-walls]

Okay, hot concept time once again! So, another inherently super attractive thing is when formerly athletic people get fat (as feedees). Like, listen; once again, JUST THE MESSENGER. Like, someone going from fit to like REALLY chonky is just umph, you know? Like, they could run like SEVERAL laps before, but now get winded climbing the stairs? Getting off of the COUCH??! All because they got super into eating to satisfy their fantasies??! Because stuffing their face became more important??!

(Yikes, oof! :) )

[plump-and-darling]

lowkey need encouragement and like horny ass encouragement bc if i rlly allow myself to let go and gain more ill reach new fatness territory so fast but thats kinda scaryyyyy and im having trouble letting myself lose control.

[tummy-stuffing-king]

I just want to be stuffed so big that I stumble and waddle when I stand up, that I can feel the constant pressure of everything inside me against my stomach, that I cant help but pant because of how my overfilled gut presses against my lungs. I want to be at capacity

[lovely-ari]

Being my roommate means im gonna purposely ask if you want something to eat when I order out and always make sure you have a bigger serving if I cook dinner. If we're watching a movie im always gonna make a big bucket of popcorn and nudge it closer to you so that you can mindlessly graze away at it. Denying that you've been gaining weight while I masturbate to your growing figure behind closed doors and fantasize about making you bigger.

[peachy-ffa]

So you're into this? Eating, overeating and watching how the weight piles up in your body, just to go and repeat the cycle over and over again as much as possible, interesting. No wonder you've been ballooning these months, you went from barely chubby to undeniably fat and your appetite has only grown exponentially, a normal plate now isn't enough to keep the hunger at bay, you have to snack or get seconds, perhaps even thirds to get that belly full.

How adorable, getting all excited just for food and the idea of getting your tummy full. I'm glad to know we're on the same page, darling. Because I have a thing for fattening up pretty things just like you, ones that have a ravenous appetite and a passion for growing and softening up their body.

Aww don't get shy, I'm sure we're gonna have some fun with your appetite and weight now that there are no secrets between us. Isn't that the reason why you told me? To get a firm helping hand to fatten you up to your goal weight? To get you more food and belly rubs when you're too full to move? I'm sure you'll enjoy getting fed and spoiled.

How about we start today with your new diet, tubby.

[giantffa-deactivated20241107]

[fatmerida]

Has your family given you the talk yet about how obese you are

Oh, everyone in my family comments it because I’ve crossed that critical point where I’ve grown this fat gut. Even my mom tells me for example „look how fat your belly is or „you are obese, please take care of yourself and lose some weight „

and that turns me on

[brendakthedonutgirl]

Reblog if you want something feedism related in your ask box

Go ahead, sweeties

[littlemissfeeder]

Currently hung up on the thought of a guy who acts all big and bad until you overfeed him and he turns into a whiney whimpering mess.

Acting bratty until they're stuffed and suddenly they're melting for your touch and praise. Eating everything you give them just to be your good boy 🥰

[adiproseprose]

You've tried. Time and time again, clearing your blog, emptying your fridge, downloading the calorie apps and saving all those "health swap" tiktoks.

The problem with this is that it doesn't present itself as a normal addiction. It's a kink at best and an addiction at worst, and you rarely recognize it when it's at its worst

It doesn't matter how many times you quit cold turkey, you do all the right things, you stick to your routine, you show up for yourself every day of the week. Fuck, maybe you'll even manage to go down a pant size or two.

It only takes a bite. I offer you a few of my fries. I saved you a cupcake from a work conference. A small baggy of M&M's turns into a full sized bag, a box of cupcakes, a bag of powdered doughnuts, and a full sized ice cream cake. Washed down with a carton of heavy cream and an alkaseltzer to sooth the aching return of your sagging gut.

You've re-followed the accounts. You honor every craving like gospel. You're spending every day doom-scrolling, searching for masturbation material, allowing fat cells to ooze through your thickening lard clogged veins.

Your stomach sags over your waistband and your bras only bring your boobs halfway up your chest. your double chin swells with a vengence, wrapping around your throat and creating a meaty fold on the back of your neck. Thigh gaps fill in and cellulite dimples the folds where your joints bend.

And I watch every time with disapproving glances, hiding how hard I am behind winces and frowns. I blame you as much you do, making comments on your second helpings knowing the shame will only make you wanna go back for thirds.

[gutgodd]

My man, where the HELL do you consistently find cuties willing to get fatter in real life 😭

What’s your secret you feedee/feeder wizard?

In short… there is none. Be a decent person. Be open and honest with yourself and others and good things can come if you stay consistent and do it for the right reasons. I’ve been very bold and posted myself online for other’s enjoyment for a LONG time and so a reasonable amount of people are familiar with my work. In that time, I’ve also built and fostered relationships for years that very occasionally lead to a irl connection. I personally prioritize emotional connections with others over anything, and sometimes that flourishes into physical connections. There are tons of beautiful people that have come in and out of my life (as they do when you’re dating or in an ENM relationship like I was for a period). Also, not all the people you see me with are people I’m dating or romantically involved with. Sometimes it can just be collaborators or kinky frinds. But with any relationship, people grow, and it’s inevitably up to us to decide offline whether that is a relationship/friendship/collaboration we continue to publicly display, or continue at all. I let the actual relationship with the other person guide how we move through the space. Also, be fun, have fun, and life often repays you :)