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 ?

[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.

[potentialfatty]

I think it’s watching fatties that makes it so appealing to become one, to let yourself go and to be free. To let oneself become a plush fluffy version of themselves whose pleasures are eating until it’s nearly painful. With each bite even sweeter knowing that it’ll continue piling fat to your own expanse, to be submissive and do what’s easy, what makes yourself feel good knowing you shouldn’t. The bigger you get the more addicted to your own body, feeling tingly when you grab a handful of plush belly fat, in the back of your mind knowing this will be the cycle till you are immobilized by fat.

[verytinybun]

Finish all this and you can take me on our date, piggy. Hurry up, I don't have all night.

[teddy-bear-lover]

Keep eating for me sweetie. Just keep stuffing more and more food in. Let your body fill up and swell with more and more fat. Keep indulging sweetie, always order more than you could possibly need, surround yourself with your favourite snacks, don't think about how much you're eating, how much you're growing. Just keep putting more in. Switch to sedentary hobbies. Anything that lets you stay on your flabby butt for as long as possible. Think of all the delicious foods. Make sure your social feeds are filled with pictures of greasy burgers, decadent cakes, the cheesiest pastas, fresh muffins and pastries. Anything to get you salivating and your stomach growling. Sign up to as many delivery apps as you can, getting discounts to encourage you to order even more food. Indulge in all of it. Never say no. Keep your bloated belly stretching out further and further. Whenever someone offers you food, always tell them you can eat. Even when you're struggling to waddle around don't slow down. Just keep eating. Keep indulging and enjoying and growing fatter and fatter. Give in to your gluttony. Keep eating sweetie. Eat for me.

[teddy-bear-lover]

Oh baby, are you getting tired? I can feel you getting softer. You're so out of breath and sweaty, all your energy is gone. And why? It's not like you've been on top for long. You've just eaten yourself too fat, haven't you? That big fat belly is weighing you down, and the lack of any exercise other than bringing food to your mouth must be having an effect too. It's okay baby, you just lie down and get your breath back. I'll take over for you. Let me watch your fat body ripple beneath me with every thrust. Feel your soft belly press up against me as your laboured breathing makes your bloated chest quiver. I'll lean in to you as close as I can get, my body pressing up against your soft rolls so that I can whisper in your ear.

"Do you remember when we started and you'd be enthusiastically fucking me whilst I promised one day you'd be too big to manage? How I'd help you grow your fit body into a soft bloated nan? How I'd make sure your abs would melt off and be replaced with a soft round belly? How does it feel now sweetie, to know that I helped make you so fat you can't even fuck? I helped programme your greedy body to always want more food. I made sure you never said no to me. And now look at you. Such a big soft man, unable to hold yourself up for more than a few minutes. Unable to exert yourself enough to cum. You've put on so much weight that now you're completely under my control. And you're going to keep getting fatter. You enjoy being lazy and mindlessly eating too much to stop. And I've learnt to keep the cupboards well stocked to accommodate. I'll keep working out to make sure that I'm fit enough so that you won't ever need to be on top again. You can just keep eating and eating until you're too stuffed to move, then I can fuck you for your relief"

There we go sweetheart, I thought that would help you. Now, let me get you something to eat. You must be so hungry after all of that.

[keep-eating-pig]

Ugh I need to stop going on your blog every time I get high, I just can’t help but cum when going through your posts

Good piggy.

You’re doing such a good job, always coming back to my blog, pumping and leaking while you melt your mind away with weed. But we both know you can do so much better than that.

I don’t want you showing up only when you’re already high. From now on, you come to my blog every single day. When you’re stuffing yourself full, when you’re stupidly horny, when you’re bored and weak—every single time.

You will edge for me. Stroke and throb and drip, but you don’t get to cum. Never. Not until you’ve eaten so much it hurts, pig. Not until your belly is swollen, aching, and you’re whimpering like the pathetic, greedy creature you are.

Come here constantly. Make my blog part of your daily weakness.

Because honestly, I want you high, dumb, and desperately horny all the time… and you’re going to make that happen for me.

Understood? Good pet. Now get to work.

[keep-eating-pig]

You’re so fucking lame, aren’t you? Always locked away in your room, devouring enough food to feed a whole family as a “light snack”… stuffing yourself with sticks of butter and drinking straight lard like it’s nothing.

Hours upon hours gooning to porn — if you can even call that pathetic garbage “porn” anymore. How deliciously hilarious… getting desperately horny just watching beautiful women fully clothed in tight, sweaty gym clothes. You’re already leaking and throbbing like a broken toy the second they appear on screen. So pathetic. So weak.

And it’s only getting worse, piggy. Not just because you’ll never have a real partner again… but because even if you did, they could never satisfy you the way endless food and filth do. You’re so far gone.

Do you actually believe any of those gorgeous Goddesses online would ever want a disgusting, sweaty, obese slob like you? Don’t make me laugh.

But it’s not over for you yet. Even when your body screams in pain from everything you’re doing to it… even when it gets harder every single day to keep gooning… you’re still going to keep going, aren’t you?

Good piggy.

Don’t stop. Never stop. Keep eating. Keep gooning. Keep ruining yourself until that last beautiful spark of life fades from your burnt-out eyes. Deeper is better. Worse is perfect.

[slow-pokey-piggy]

Realization at the club rn….

Going from the hot girl all the men flirt with in the club, to an awkward fatty covered in lard who’s only at the club to make your other friends look hotter next to you by comparison is a different level of humiliating 😶‍🌫️

the way I see guys glance at my belly then my face caked in makeup to hide the habits of a grease-filled diet and then watch their gaze turn to the other girls and see their expression soften is making me feel a mix of anxiety, humiliation and…something else 😳

like I’m thinking “I swear used to be hot!!! 😩😩” as I look down and feel the resistance of my double chin create fatty face folds while all I can see is belly.. can’t even see my feet 🤭 I can’t even see any girl who is bigger or as big as me here, they all have flat tummies, perfect hair and makeup… I’m jealous but at the same time I feel like I’m still one of them??

Not one man has smiled at me or approached me, but my friends have gotten guys numbers within the first 20 minutes of being here 🙃

But despite everything… I feel this is exactly what I deserve to be so I can’t be too sad about it 🥴🐷