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Seeing as you're a feeder and a feedee, what are your thoughts on being the bigger partner vs having your partner be fatter than you?
I'm happy to be either way, but mutual doesn't really do it for me interestingly enough. I'd rather be all in gaining for you or you be all in gaining for me.
Encouraging a Feedee is a lot more than telling them to eat!
A lot of people don’t take the time to understand that encouragement isn’t always about telling someone to eat. So, let’s expand on what encouragement means, so that we can be better Feeders, Encouragers or Mutual Gainers.
Remind them it’s okay to want to be fat and being fat doesn’t make them a bad person.
Tell them that they are beautiful or handsome with their new weight and that it suits them.
Reassure them that it’s great that they want to work towards their dream body.
Communicate that it’s okay if they decide that they’re happy with the weight they’ve gained or they need to lose weight. Remind them that their bodily autonomy is important and it’s their choice.
Praise their increased appetite and tell them that their passion for food is wholesome.
Congratulating them for sticking to their daily calorie goals.
Tell them that it’s alright to take a rest when they’re stuffed and they don’t need to push themselves 100% of the time.
When they tell you they aren’t feeling too good, have the empathy to reassure that it’s okay to have a relaxed day.
If they have done a good job at stuffing and overeating, aftercare is important. Encouragement isn’t only verbal, ask if they want to have their belly rubbed or if they would like to be cuddled. See if there’s anything you can do to ease their discomfort. Is there a movie you can watch together? Maybe some music would go well with bloated snuggles?
Notice their softness and brighten their day by saying that you appreciate how cuddly they are / have become.
Reassure them by telling them that their gain is beautiful at any size and that all bodies gain differently. Show them the things you’ve noticed and love about their growing body.
And if they’re a guy, hype them up by saying the moobs they’re developing look wonderful and really suit them.
Tell them that their double chin is beautiful.
When their clothes are getting too small, inspire them by telling them their belly popping out under their shirt is cute.
If you’ve noticed that their confidence improve as they become happier in their body, make sure you let them know.
Have some empathy and reassure them by explaining that it’s okay to feel anxious about judgement and that you’ll stand by them in judgmental situations.
You’re their partner in this, have the time for them to discuss their anxieties and fears around gaining weight or being fat.
If they break furniture, laugh it off and say that it’s understandable that some furniture is too flimsy and it’s time to buy some new furniture that better supports their size.
As their body expands, tell them that you don’t mind helping them reach places they can’t when taking care of their body. Offer to tie their shoe laces and start getting things for them. Allow them to rest, remember it takes a lot of energy to maneuver bigger bodies.
If you’re moving too fast, remember your Feedee’s size. Take steps to make them feel like they aren’t a burden with reduced mobility and tell them that you don’t mind taking things slower.
Remember that their body is their own and not yours to dictate.
And most importantly, always tell them that you love and admire them. Make them feel beautiful and welcome.
this is so pure and wholesome
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It'd been a year since you'd started gaining, and you'd never looked back. You loved it. The way your body ballooned, and your stomach expanded was hypnotizing. It made you want to grow bigger and bigger, until your partner had to help you with nearly everything.
The one downside was days like today, where, after a particularly large stuffing at your own hands, your enlarged stomach was full for once in a blue moon. Laying on your side, you gently rubbed it, trying to ease the pain, and rub out a burp or two. It was a slow process. Luckily, you had help.
Your partner peeked through the doorway to your shared bedroom, taking a minute to observe your majesty, before joining you on the soft, plush mattress, and beckoning you to roll over so they could get a better reach.
"Let me." They said simply, moving your tired, chubby hands away from your midsection. They guided their own skillfully along your stomach, rubbing and squeezing all the right places, the tender bits, the pressure points. You let out a belch, and they punctuated it with a "Good job," and a kiss on the cheek.
Perhaps it wasn't even a downside at all. It was so heavenly to be rubbed like this, and your partner was so kind to do it. They'd been so accepting of what you'd been doing, even encouraging and helping you gain. In the beginning, when you were smaller, they'd spooned behind you, rubbing your tummy as you dozed off, and whispered warm assurances in your ear. They'd tell you how proud of you they were, how wonderful it was to see you grow.
One night, as your stomach became too big to wrap their hands around, you became sad, and thought it was over. They instantly shifted around, your partner instead cuddling with you face to face, belly to belly. You could see them in the dimly lit room, looking over you with a great sense of pride and approval. It was so warm and comfy to snuggle up to them like this, their hands gently rubbing your sides.
That night, they leaned up, over your belly, to whisper in your ear how much they loved you, and how much they wanted to see you grow more. "Such a beautiful body can't go to waste," They said. "We should see just how big you can get." Deep inside, you wanted it too. That had been a few weeks ago. You hadn't stopped. In fact, you'd been eating even more.
Your partner softened your stomach with each rub, coaxing out belches and settling gas bubbles. You focused on the feeling of their hands. It was so good. You let out a soft moan to commemorate their hard work. They giggled, and showered you with praise.
"Good baby." They cooed. "Tomorrow's a weekend, maybe we'll order out, really stuff you, and make this a regular thing." You couldn't wait. There were no downsides anymore to living like this. As long as you had them, and could go on worshipping your body gluttonously, your life would be perfect. You would always be getting bigger, always be getting rubs, always be getting praised. You couldn't wait to do this forever.
Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!
You never really were a very stealthy person even when we first met. It wasn't uncommon for you to drop whatever you were holding and somehow it would extravagantly fall resulting in a flustered sweaty boy bending over, pulling his trousers back up over his ass crack.
I was intrigued by your gusto when we had our first team lunch of the year. Watching you down plate after plate of pasta from the all you can eat bar. Shirt buttons tightening, skin taught and red from the exertion.
It was rhythmic. As you slowed down the tempo changed, but your determination did not. It's almost like I was watching you in your own little world seeing if you could beat your personal record. The grin on your face after each bite as you savor the flavors only to quickly chew and swallow it into your rounded gut.
I was not let down by my keen eye for observations, after setting my intentions on you. I noticed the reason the donuts disappear so quickly was because you would take an entire box to your desk to be devoured secretly. This was a daily occurence I would soon find out.
I was weak with anticipation to fill your greedy growing belly. That Friday, I asked if you wanted to grab lunch, my treat. You would've jumped at the opportunity if you could get your stubby toes off the ground without too much exhertion. Instead you heaved your heavier than last week body out of your shrinking desk chair and thumped your heavy thunder thighs toward the elevator.
I picked a booth at the restaurant and you were too shy to ask for accomodation. I eagerly watched as you lifted your top roll to sit on top of the table and allowed the bottom to sit heavily on your lap, a tight squeeze for sure. When the menus come I snatch yours and a fire is lit behind your eyes. I order for you as your eyes widen in disbelief, the list long and full of delicious soon to be eaten treats are listed to the server.
When the food arrived, I slipped into the booth beside you and taking handfuls of fleshy belly, I used my other hand to hand feed you each dish I had ordered for you. As the buttons popped off your shirt the electricity between us grew and I couldnt wait to watch you waddle home and see what else I could fit in you without the ever tightening of your clothing, the table, and societal pressures in the way.
From then on we were inseparable. And it wasn't long before even the larger clothes I had bought you were skin tight and you simply couldn't heave yourself out of the xl office chair without texting me to come help from my cubicle. I watched as your excited jiggles to the donuts in the breakroom became laboured as the gargantuan 22 year old waddles down for his drug of choice. The hallway was also getting a little narrow when you account for the sway your belly forced you into, your shoulder would tap each wall side to side as you gasped your way down it.
As soon as I was promoted, we decided it only made sense if you quit pretending to work while eating and just stay home eating full time instead. Boy was that a good choice. Your belly, despite years of overconsumption and greed, had never seen what the next year would bring.
Clothes were a thing of the past after day 2 and showers became a weekly 2 person job. Trips to the bathroom ended in puddles on the floor a few too many times before you reluctantly agreed to pee pads.
Before that step, you always felt in control of the weight. That you could stop whenever you wanted to. When you didn't have to get up even to toilet yourself, your weight soared and even your fingers felt heavy while playing video games or texting. I of course was no help. I spent my non work hours trying my best to shove delicious concoctions of sugar and lard into your sea of belly. We were overjoyed. I wonder what you'd say if a mirror could behold your mammoth body.
"More please?" 🥺 🐷
Do you think I should keep trying to hide all this or just give up?
Lol idk how to tell you this, cutie... But theres no hiding that gut of yours anymore. The more open you can be with people you trust and have an intimate relationship with, the less guilt and shame I believe we experience. So go all out. Become the fat person you already are in your belly, but get that fat mindset. You're already fat. People are already expecting you to eat more. Move less. Sag lower. Give in and experience freedom.
Turns out I’ve been gaining! I’m at a new highest weight! All that stuffing has paid off.
What a delicious piggy.
What things should I mention to a feeder so they know they they have full control to be devious and trick me into absorbing more calories without me knowing?
Sorry it took me awhile to get around to your answer anonymous, I wanted to give it some thought. Before giving that kind of control to somebody I want you to know them well first. Well enough to know that underneath theyre full of affection for you rather than just wanting to control you for nefarious purposes. The best way I think to say that would be to talk about continuous non consent. CNC is basically consenting to being unable to consent. I would also look up like an intox fetish and see if that resonates with you, because that also implies consent to be given first and then to continue even when you're unable to consent anymore
I want a belly that hangs lower than that
Make me this big!
23 years old and already ballooned to 650lbs!
That smug look on your face. Knowing that the world has no doubt that you stuff your face as often as possible. When they see you squeeze through the doorframe, they see a swollen overfed fattie without self control. Little do they know it's me pulling the strings to your heart and stomach and the mastermind behind your gain. You deserve a life of leisure and pampering.
Truths and lies...
Trigger warning: health risks of extreme morbid obesity and lack of clear consent
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Truth: there was more than two thirds of the pie left, and you had already eaten a large pizza and 3 garlic breads with 4 litres of soda
Lie: I told you just one more bite over and over until I had managed to stuff the entire pie into your fat gut
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Truth: you looked like a swollen pregnant lady with triplets in that dress, except the saggy breasts and triple chin gave it away that you were simply obese
Lie: I told you it was slimming and flattering, and convinced you it must have shrunk in the wash when I had difficulty helping you get it on.
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Truth: you found the couch to be harder to get out of lately, and had been consistently needing my help to get up out of bed as well.
Lie: I hadn't told you I had been adding weight gain powder to your thrice daily milkshakes to assist with the weighing down process.
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Truth: your parents came over and were shocked to see you'd put on over 150 pounds since you last saw them. They had a chat with you about eating healthy and exercising which triggered you to cry. After, you say you're hungry and I happily oblige.
Lie: I brought you plates upon plates of food and fed you mouthful after mouthful into your tear stained, round face. I didn't tell you I had added edibles to your food to assist with your emotional state as well as your appetite.
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Truth: one day, you decided to attempt to get up instead of calling for me as usual. You managed to get to the edge of the bed and put your poor swollen feet on the floor. One step and your ankle twists. You hear a loud crack before shooting pain has you crumpled to the floor.
Lie: I pretended I couldn't manage to lift you up, so I called 911 and I watched as a team of 6 firefighters get you on a baratric stretcher. Xrays revealed a break in multiple small bones and doctors reluctantly recommended 4 weeks of bedrest for my out of control fatty.
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Truth: it's now been 5 years since the accident and your feet have rounded out with your ankles covering most of them. You happily sit/lay with your mouth sucking on the always available creamy flavour of the day. I haven't seen you take it out willingly since you got it.
Lie. I didn't tell you it was highly addictive and full of caffeine to keep you awake as often as possible due to the increased risk of your death each time you sleep, the sleep apnea mask won't seal to your puffy cheeks and forehead. They simply don't accomodate people of your size.
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Truth: chest pains have become a constant and 4 stints have helped but we're not designed for people like you. After the 5th attack you stopped being afraid of death and rather welcome it as the pain you endure at my expense has worn your will to live away. Your life force was replaced with renewed vigor for eating, your last source of joy
Lie: you asked if next time I'd simply let you die, I didn't tell you that I was determined to keep you alive and growing and until your heart is finally unable to be restarted, I would have you resuscitated over and over and over.
Ugghhh. My body is so sore from work. I'm so weak, fat and out of shape. I barely had the strength to take these pics
Give me a hand, I can’t reach that far 😅
Made a feedee account for my gaining journey. All these fatties are making it hard to not wanna be massive too. Drank 2l of wg shake last night and feeling extra grateful for this hanging gut of mine, it touches the chair now. Can't wait till it rests on the floor. Feeders / mutual gainers welcome to dm!
My second account for feedee related stuff. Following interested 😀
Ate a little under 10,500 calories yesterday thanks to the calorie drive. The food coma hit harder than I was expecting 😂 but man, that was a challenge. My poor belly was so tight and swollen by the end of the night. I also forgot to take many pictures😅
I watch as you struggle to shake your belly with the same vigor as you usually do. Your breath's long and labored grunting slightly at each shake. Your gain is really accelerated lately and it's taken a toll on your mobility and your strength. It feels like no matter how much I feed you I can almost never get you that full. So it's a little game I play to see just how much I can put into your little stomach to grow it. I sigh, the only real exercise you get any more is jiggling that big gut of yours... Once your ability to do that goes away just like your ability to walk... I know it won't be very long before your ability to even move your arms goes away as you become more and more reliant on me. Ive spoiled you haven't I? My bloated, pampered, fat excuse for a partner. Who else we want you but me. Who else would love and relish applying ointment to your curvy rolls everyday?
I was made for you and I made you for me.
Thank you to everyone who got me to 500 likes!
Wow guys I'm so honored thank you so much!🐷😍
