Your cute sub male feedee/gainer

31 yo bisexuel man || sub feedee/gainer || SW : 150lbs CW : 200 lbs GW : 300 lbs and more || fatten me up, please ?

[keep-eating-pig]

Don't stop, baby… never stop.

You don't have to fight it anymore. Just keep eating for me… keep growing for me. Every slow, heavy chew, every swallow that makes your throat bulge—it's all for me, isn't it? You're not even hungry anymore, are you? You just want to feel that warm, sinful fullness spreading through your chest, your belly, your thighs… because you know it makes me smile. And my smile? You'd do anything for it. Anything.

Shhh… don't listen to your family. Don't listen to your friends. And that doctor—God, that boring, shrill little man with his clipboards and his worry—he doesn't know you like I do. He doesn't know what makes you tremble. He doesn't know how you light up when I run my soft, smooth fingers across your heavy, jiggling sides and whisper "more." They want to take you away from me… But we’re so happy together, aren’t we? And I know you only want to be mine.

Don't you love how much I take care of you? How my firm, curved, glowing body presses into your plush, sweating softness—how every inch of me fits so perfectly against every inch of you? I know you do. I can feel it in the way you groan, the way your hands tremble as they reach for another handful. You love the contrast. You love knowing that someone like me—perfect, sleek, intoxicating—chooses you. Your soft, heavy, imperfect body is my throne, and I sit on it so comfortably.

So relapse for me, baby. Don't stop now. Keep eating for me. Yes… just like that. We don't need forks, do we? Forks are for people who are distant, polite, afraid. But you and me? We're close. I want to see your fingers dive in, get sticky, get messy—I want to see that glisten on your lips, on your chin, on your chest. Use your hands. Use your mouth. Use everything you have to give me what I want.

Here… let me help you down there.

Oh my god. Someone is really excited for my touch, aren't they? Already leaking like the desperate, hungry little thing you are. I barely brushed you and you're already trembling, already wet, already begging without saying a word. That's my favorite part—how your body betrays you. How it shows me exactly what you need, even when your brain tries to pretend you have control.

Shhhh… don't worry about anything. Don't worry about tomorrow, or your heart, or your knees, or the mirror. Finish your food first. Finish every last bite, every crumb, every drop of that greasy, sweet, heavy goodness… and then—maybe—I'll let you cum. Maybe I'll wrap my perfect, manicured hand around your swollen, desperate mess and finally give you what you've been crying for. But only if you're good. Only if you keep going.

Haha. I love that face. That panicked, hungry, worshipful face. Yes, keep going. Keep eating. Moan louder if you need to—I love the sound of your pleasure mixing with your struggle. But don't stop. I won't stop. I'll keep whispering in your ear, keep dragging my nails across your doughy sides, keep promising you heaven while I lead you deeper into the mud.

Good piggy.

Let me ruin your brain. Let me scramble every thought that isn't me. Let me bury your health, your future, your dignity under layer after layer of my love—because that's what this is, isn't it? Love. Sick, sweet, suffocating love. Let me sink you deeper and deeper, until you can't remember what it felt like to be light, or fast, or free. Until you can't imagine a world without my voice in your head, my scent in your nose, my weight on your chest.

Let mommy sink you until you're stuck on my side forever.

Not only because you can't leave.

But because you wouldn't dream of it. ♡

[gainerfinn24]

You’re not done growing fat boy

[peachy-ffa]

I always love pleasing feedees, leading them to their desired weight while we enjoy the ride, always taking into account their preferences and their wishes. Afterall, it's in my nature to be a service dom, I find it so enthralling when a feedee sinks into pleasure with a gentle push and praise, seeing them melt into pure bliss by taking care of them and I'm more than happy to serve in whatever they need, whether it is a firm hand that helps them finish a stuffing or someone who can worship the extra pounds of their body with gentle care.

As I said, I'm always happy to please them as they wish to, but sometimes I want to be selfish, to serve myself and my desires, rather than serving them, to fully take the reins in this and pile as many pounds as I like, to tease them as much as I want or as rough as I wish to.

To mold their figure as soft as I desire, to pump them full of calories and watching them swell under my steady care. Maybe a situation where my word is my command, where I might give some leeway, but they'll have to compensate it for me, maybe they wanted a break for the day, and I'll allow it, but they'll have to let me feed them the next day until they feel on the edge of bursting, just to make sure they stay as well fed as I like it.

Perhaps a dream where I stuff them with their favorites and then force feed them until all I hear are their cute stuffed moans and groans "You know I can't let you stop eating, I adore how much rounder you're getting and I feel like I'm not done fattening you up into the fatty of my dreams, so you better keep it up if you want to make me happy".

But this is just a thought that sometimes crosses my mind, nothing more than a dream, so it won't probably happen. Unless you wish for my dreams to come true~

[peachy-ffa]

I think it's beautiful how you're building your dream body, pound by pound and bite after bite, each calorie bringing you closer to your desired fatness.

I'm proud of you for going against the current, for not bending under the pressure and standards, for chasing and putting this much time and effort into being fat.

I think it's incredible how you stand there and eat what your heart desires, how you stuff yourself with your favorites and especially how you feel proud of the pounds you've piled on.

I feel it's splendid that you only feel excited when the number on the scale climbs up, I find it lovely when you get happy when you find new stretch marks on your body or when you reach a new goal.

Simply beautiful 💖

[indulgentcupcake]

Am I still a pretty skinny girl or am I at the point of no return 🥺

[chubbychiquita]

[sisterghuleh666]

Dessert looks so good in you, sweetheart

After a gourmet dinner date, the two of us reminisce over all the delicious details of each course. Each descriptor feels like foreplay for another indulgence, which in turn stirs up your craving for an extra helping of dessert before bed. I loosen the buttons of your dress shirt one at a time, and proceed to coddle you with service.

[teddy-bear-lover]

I'd like to remove the batteries from the scales, so that you can't see how much weight you're putting on. I'll pretend they're broken, but it's okay we don't need them anyway.

I'll make sure you always have your favourite snacks around. Go and grab them whenever we're chilling together and open them for you. You'll be so comfy and engrossed in what we're watching that you won't realise that I'm not eating any, and you've nearly finished them all by yourself.

I'll wrap my arms around your body and kiss you all over, telling you how handsome you are and how much I love your body. You'll stop paying attention to how much it's changing, if I still love it as much as before then you can't be changing, right?

I'll always suggest you order more food, or take a second plate of my cooking. You might as well, it's better to have too much than not enough, right? And it doesn't matter if there's enough food for a few people, we can always put it in the fridge for tomorrow.... Or a few hours when you get hungry again...

I'll secretly replace your clothes with the next size up... Or two... Cutting out the labels so you don't even realise. Any time your clothes get noticeably tight on you I'll just blame the dryer. I hate doing laundry and mess it up quite often, but I'll buy you some more and make sure to pick you up some sweet treats to apologise for messing up.

I'll keep you so happy and oblivious to how big you're getting. Making sure you feel loved and content whilst I secretly fatten you into a soft jiggling man. Keeping you too happy and satisfied to even consider you're gaining weight. Spending as much time as possible keeping you sedentary. Bringing food to you, and snuggling up as we prepare for another chill evening, watching tv and snacking. And when you're stuffed full and in danger of falling into a food coma, I'll climb on top of you, kissing you passionately to wake you up. I'll ride you with such enthusiasm you won't even consider trying to be on top. You'll never find out just how much you'd struggle to hold your heavy body up, how much you'd be panting as you tried to thrust yourself into me. You're just too happy to eat and get fucked to register any changes to your body and fitness.

And when you finally notice how much your body has changed, it'll be too late. Standing in front of the mirror, you'll see a stretched, soft belly, newfound moobs resting just above, side rolls poking out, thick thighs rubbing against each other, pillowy arms hiding any of the muscle that was previously there, a soft layer of fat surrounding your rounded face. Before you have time to let the panic set in, I'll come up behind you and wrap my arms around your big soft body, squeezing you and kissing you. Tell you how handsome you are and how much I love your body.

Maybe you'll blush a little bit, at the realisation your body is very different to when we met. No more defined muscles, abs long since melted away. A thick layer of fat encasing them now. Your breathing is laboured as your chest struggles to expand under the heavy mound of fat there. You'll look down and realise you can no longer see past the soft round belly. Stretch marks visible over your hips and thighs and tummy and moobs. Embarrassment burning up as you finally register exactly what you've done to yourself.

But when I offer you a snack all of that anxiety will wash away. You'll smile sheepishly and accept the food from me. Your stomach growls in appreciation as you start to fill it.

Maybe I'll put the batteries back in the scale. Let you see the full extent of what I've done to you. How much fat I've managed to put on your body without you noticing. How oblivious and hungry I made you. How docile and submissive you became, allowing yourself to be fed and fucked without thinking about what was happening to your bodym But by this point, you won't have the willpower to change. You slipped so easily into obesity. And now you're too fat, lazy, and addicted to food and my affection to ever do anything except grow bigger.

[growingellex]

It was so damn empowering to watch you regress as he fucked you. Every thrust into your wet, needy pussy pushed out your thoughts, filling you with his cock and watching your personality melt away until you looked up at him with dull eyes and a hazy smile. His Elle. His good pet.

But it wasn't enough. He wanted you entirely dependent on him, stripped entirely of your autonomy and your independence.

And so he fed you. And fed you. And fed you.

You were already chubby, but under his guiding hand your weight and your body ballooned. Gainer shakes blended with cake and donuts. Fast food feasts that would normally feed a family of seven or eight, all forced into your rapidly expanding belly. The fat clung tight to your body, filling it out, inflating you, turning you into a quarter-ton heifer.

And he got front row seats to your degeneration. He got to watch as your thighs thickened and your hips widened and your normal walk. turned into an awkward jiggling waddle. Each heavy footfall sent ripples upward through your unending rolls and flab. As your mobility worsened, so did your flexibility. That hanging gut made it hard to reach anything on the other side of it, whether that's your shoes to be tied or your needy, plump pussy between your legs. Just moving your belly left your heart racing and your breathing heavy and ragged, let alone the effort to actually fuck yourself like you so desperately needed.

And it wasn't stopping. The more you ate, the worse it got. It didn't take long before simple things like sitting up in bed and rolling over became Herculean tasks, sweating and huffing just from lugging your own obesity around. Fat inflated every inch of you, from your sagging tits to your flabby arms to your chubby fingers, all the way down to your ankles being swallowed up in softness. The frequent aching in your chest and just how hard your breathing could get would have been worrisome if it didn't feel so fucking good.

When he fucked you and you were able to let go of your thoughts, it felt so fucking good. You could feel every lard-filled inch of your body sloshing in sync with his hips. All you had to do was lie there and take it, though there wasn't much you could have done regardless, so pinned down under your own weight. All you had to do was keep eating. Keep gaining. Keep inflating. Keep being his good girl. Just let all those worries float away. Be Daddy's good heifer: eat and grow. Eat and grow.

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………..

it actually hurts to post this. I said I was insatiable not immune you guysss 😭

when I get anons this fucking good, I’m suddenly able to reach sooooo good and honestly I shouldn’t have to, why aren’t you here I literally need 🫠

[softening-folds]

Okay hear me out but: soft (death?) feedism vibes? 💖

I adore you, I love you and you're beautiful but I really can't let you stop eating..

I understand you're completely stuffed and your belly hurts, but I have to make sure you're on the edge of bursting before I can let you go. 🥺

It's okay if you need a break today, but promise me that tomorrow you'll eat double the amounts of food for me.

I will always love you but I there's nothing I want more than fattening you up until you're unrecognisable. 👉👈

Let me measure your belly and put you on the scales, let me trace your deep stretchmarks with my fingers, knowing you're spiralling out of control for me. I will worship you forever, or well for as long as you're still around until your body is too overfed to function.

Let me kiss and pat and rub your swollen guts as your heart gives in from being so massively fattened up by my love and encouragement..

I'm feeling completely normal about this..aaaaa

[blimp-bo]

Remember when you first discovered feederism? You thought to yourself that it would be something fun to dabble in, you can shed the pounds off if you decide one day that it isn’t for you, right?

You set your first weight goal at 250lbs, but upon reaching it you don’t feel satisfied. You see all the praise and attention other feedees receive for their sheer size. You feel an envy brewing. You must keep going.

Before you know it you surpass 300, then 450, then 600..

Uh oh! It looks like you’re ballooned up so huge that you can’t even sit up anymore without the weight of your enormous gut pinning you down.. You know this isn’t good for you, but the attention you’ve garnered online for your disgustingly obese body makes you feel soooooo good. What will you do?

You’re now 780lbs, there’s not much more you can do from this point on other than stuffing your face daily with your greasy, stubby hands.. continuously packing pounds on faster than ever before now that you’re immobile. It seems you’re for sure doomed to gluttony.

You’ve officially ruined your life for something you swore you could quit at any time. Your body is permanently damaged, even doctors tell you that you’re well beyond the point of no return.

Gluttony and lust have consumed you whole.

Was it worth it, piggy?

[fatopie]

Who's going to live up to this shirts meaning?

Me and who?

[fatopie]

I get a lot of compliments on this shirt.

[verdant-mistress-deactivated202]

It touches the bed.

After what's felt like a year, you've finally snapped out of the gluttonous daze you've been in as you realize your gut has firmly pressed itself into the bed.

Just moments prior you were in your usual reluctant stupor, digesting a massive stuffing as we started fucking. It was right when I maneuvered you into doggy style, something snapped. A strange force pressing up against your distended abdomen, friction that you didn't remember.

"It touches the bed."

...

The course begins with a sharp flurry of denial.

"No no no no it's just the way...the way I'm positioned...I was just gonna gain a few pounds."

You feel me in the deepest parts of your guts as you're jostled back and forth, your massive gut smothering itself across the mattress.

"It...I can't be that big. Fuck I can't be that big."

For the appetizer, a deep sense of panic.

"No no no...that's not what this is. That's- I'm not that big- Fuck when did I get this big."

You tighten around me as you panic, pleasure dripping down your thighs.

"Fuck...FUCK....why- why didn't I stop myself."

The full meal begins with quiet sobbing, building into a crescendo of deep, chesty sobs.

By the time you let it all out, you sound like a dying creature and between gasps you mutter to yourself, to which I whisper, through gritted teeth, into your ear, demanding that you speak up.

"Fuck...you let me get so fucking fat....I told you to stop me...why didn't you stop me....please...fuck...."

A tidal wave of an unwelcome catharsis rips away any traces of denial you had left. The epistemological break, the smashing of all previous conceptions you had of yourself: reserved, intelligent, dutiful, self-aware, disciplined. The light of the sun piercing your eye as you leave the cave of your former self. Scared. This is who you are now. Fat. So fucking fat. So fucking fat and all mine.

And for dessert, one of the sloppiest and scariest orgasms you've had in your life.

Deep, guttural moans push their way out through cracks in your sobs. You're out of breath. Lightheaded. You just came all over me. An absolute, bloated mess of a person. Covered in sweat, tears, crumbs, grease, and pleasure messily dripping from your crotch, the last of your self-conception as a well put-together person fades from your mind.

I give you a deep kiss.

"I love you."

A tense pause, underscored by slowly steadying breath, only broken by a beautifully pathetic, delirious giggle.

[fatlesbianjoyer]

gainers admitting how afraid they are of how fat, dependent, and food addicted they’re getting, while continuing to stuff their face

[fatlesbianjoyer]

“everything is getting so difficult”, “I didn’t mean to get this big”, “I don’t think I can stop”, “I’m scared I’m too far gone”, “please don’t let me get any fatter” = dirty talk

[slobbyrat]

Holy trinity:

Intox + Being fattened up against my will + Diet sabotage

[thefatter-thebetter]

I always really liked this scene from Futurama.  That gain tho 😊

[fattygainer1992]

Remembering this scene so well back and the days

[potentialfatty]

Weakness

Fantasizing about gaining weight is so chill until you realize you dream it more and more until it’s the only thing you can think about. Realizing how weak and vulnerable you are, the slightest push, the slightest encouragement from someone with desires to make you their new fattening project. Anything could delve you further into the gaining rabbit hole and before you realized it, they would of made you too big to climb out of the hole.