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

[feederihardlyknowher00243]

I wanna make you huge. Sit on your lap and feed you til you beg me to stop 🥺

[fatterinthemaking]

Just do it, don’t hesitate even for a second😩

[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

[goldagym-ffa]

Don’t you wanna be adored?

I know you already ate yourself to over 320 lbs, but you know I will always want you fatter. If it wasn’t for me wanting to parade you around outside, I wouldn’t care, I‘d greatly enjoy stuffing your unrecognisably swollen face at double your current weight. I‘d get off on your belly hanging to your knees, if you could still stand up then. I would find it hot if you couldn’t.

Just a massive blob, impatiently waiting for me in his reinforced bed for his third feeding of the day - your second breakfast after your wake up funneling and of course, first breakfast. You‘d shift your lard around to show me your jiggles, you know how much I love it. You can’t do much more than make these hypnotic lard roll waves and wiggle your weak doughy arms a bit to show me how excited you are to be fed again. It’s all your favourites in one meal again, it’s greasy, salty and then a lot of sugar and I‘ll dotingly place every bite in your mouth as you struggle to breathe in between bites.

Be a good boy for me. A good fat boy, letting me fatten him into this bed and never out of it again. You’re the prettiest thing when you’re panting and sweating at the end of another feeding session and still ask me if there will be another cake today. Every day honey. You don’t have to ask me to dig out your buried cock from inside your fleshy fupa. You know I‘ll take care of it towards the end of each feeding.

When I‘m at work, I‘ll set you up with an extra snack table right next to you containing four meals worth of calories for a normal person, a litre of shake and a crate of sodas. I‘ll turn on the toy I placed between your legs, gently vibrating and massaging your fat pad for these hours I can’t be there. The camera is always on. I‘ll see you try to rock your hips to feel the toy more but the only way to achieve that is by stuffing your body tighter so it swells up again. I‘ll turn up the sound when I see that on film, hearing you whimper and groan while you keep obediently stuffing your pretty face.

I want to find you bloated and desperate when I come home. When my day was stressful, I‘ll immediately shove some burgers or doughnuts in your mouth that I got on the way home. I know you’re full, but you will wiggle your immobile blob body enthusiastically while I push more food into your packed stomach and moan softly in relief. The bed creaks and I kiss you to taste the sugar in your mouth from your long snacking shift. This is all you know now, you don’t know how else to be or what else to feel. You just want to be my perfectly spoiled obese toy, you want to make both of us happy and get excited every time I let you know how much I want you. I want you when you continuously prove that you will eat for me the rest of your life. It’s so romantic. Nobody has ever done this for me.

You‘ve been in a horny haze since you reached the mythical 200 kg, 440 lbs. That was the last time you knew your weight. I‘ve withheld that information from then on. I keep telling you I need just ten more pounds from you. It’s been two years of ten more pounds always. You can only waddle a few steps very slowly, it’s more like you holding on to something around you and then carefully dropping from one foot onto the other. I adore your fat thighs pinning your widening arse to the sofa or the bed most days.

But I‘ll schedule taking you outside regularly. You just need to make the few steps from the car to the place I called ahead to accommodate your size. Most restaurants in the area know us already, I am the lady with the hog-shaped husband whose bright red piggish face lights up when she orders him a feast. I‘ll watch you devour everything, have a wonderful meal myself and smile knowing I made another cake at home for your second dessert in bed. I hope everyone in the restaurant can see how proud I am of the results of my love and doting care on your body.

[fatterinthemaking]

what a dream..🥵

[cultivated-mass]

Right where she wants me 🐖

[fatterinthemaking]

I want to be someone personal piggy, please🥵😩

[listentoace]

Why you can never go back. Once you're a feedee, you always will be. If you have given in to gluttony once, you'll keep doing so forever.

1. You're fucking up your brain. With every stuffing and every orgasm after and/or while fantasizing about how fat you'll get, you slightly alter your brain to be more obsessed with gaining. Once connections in your brain are made, once a habit is formed, it will stay there forever. You can't un-learn it, it's your new default now. Especially with habits, a simple trigger such as feeling hungry or seeing food can be enough to make you gorge. It are those habits that will be the main drive behind your rapid weight gain.

2. Your fat cells keep multiplying. While they multiply as you gain weight, they're not broken down again as you lose weight (if you'd even manage or want to do so). This means that the more fat cells your body has, the higher the statistical likelihood that glucose will end up in them, making you gain weight back, or making you even fatter. This is the main driver behind the jojo effect.

3. Social changes. The fatter you get, the more you become involved in this community. Here, everybody wants you to get fatter. You keep exposing yourself to people like me who are set out to absolutely ruin your wasteline and make you pack on as much weight as possible. It's obvious that you'll cave eventually and spiral out of control even more. You'll also feel less and less guilty for getting this fat in the first place as you're constantly being praised for it.

4. No options for exercise. When you're 10 pounds overweight, it's somewhat easy to lose 5 pounds. You'll still be able to go to the gym, go for long walks, or get some exercise in other ways to burn off a few calories. But what if you're 50 pounds overweight? Everything is more difficult then, which makes losing weight more difficult as well. What about 100 pounds, or even 200 pounds? The fat will limit your options for exercise. Eventually, the best you can do is go for a short walk around the block, which would burn approx. 50 calories at best, or about ⅓ of a chocolate chip cookie.

5. An environment designed to fatten you. Once you're down deep enough, you'll have an environment designed to fatten you. It'll keep you entertained with mind numbing and worthless content, will trigger and encourage you to eat, will keep you horny and cumming a lot and it'll simply feel too good to give up. By this point, you'll have fetishized ruining yourself with fat.

Isn't that all you've ever wanted? Given how turned on you are now I'd take that as a yes. You know you'd love it so much if this all happened to you. You'd feel so ashamed to just let yourself go like that, but nothing could compare to the feeling of bliss you'd experience when feeling all those rolls of fat on your body.

It's time to grab yourself a snack, piggy ~

[bxrplxver]

I was masturbating last night after a party, I had some drinks obviously but it was mostly alcohol, nothing carbonated. I was using my little bullet vibrator as per usual and I was super close to having an orgasm and I opened my mouth to moan since I was home alone but instead of just moaning, the fucking hugest burp came out..

it kinda sounded like “oh fuck, aaUUUURRRRRP~”

best orgasm ever

[fatmerida]

Posting this as a warning, this will happen to you if you keep drinking cream everyday😩😳

[fatterinthemaking]

That’s why i’ll keep drinking cream🤭

[orb-ponders]

trying to stuff yourself secretly when you live with others is pretty damn hot. family or roommates, whatever.

like, public is one thing. strangers you'll never see again. but the stakes are higher being caught by soneone you'll see every day for who knows how long.

sneakily grabbing another portion, or maybe eating in the kitchen where you aren't seen so you don't have to make the suspicious trips with each subsequent one resulting in a bigger belly. Instead you go in the kitchen and come out huge.

[thiccchick]

mutual gaining has got to be one of the top hottest things ever, feeder turned feedee you will always have my heart

[chubbybunnytgirl]

if you play with my prostate and my belly at the same time, I will cum. just letting you know, in case that ever comes up for some reason

[kagesstuff]

🥵pls fuck🤭

[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! :) )