gara-corsa

22 -- 𖹭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦 -- 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲

[gara-corsa]

The First 100 Days

You've always wanted to try gaining haven't you? The thought of just giving in to your desires is constantly lingering in the back of your mind.

You know you'd be such a good feedee.... right?

You just can't restrain the feeling anymore. You decide to give yourself 3 months, no, how about 100 days to just absolutely give in. Just you, and your constant need to make yourself fatter. After all, you've always wanted to give in to your desires. The idea of getting huge and fat turns you on beyond measure.

You get started and you love it. Giving in feels soooooo incredibly good. It's who you were meant to be after all. A big, growing piggy. The feeling of your stomach expanding as you stuff yourself every day. The results aren't immediate, but your capacity is increasing rapidly. You're enjoying yourself so much that you start to worry...

Maybe, this is going to become permanent.

Maybe, this is the new me.

But somewhere just after the first month, everything really starts setting in. Those bad habits start cementing themselves on your waist line. Things are starting to get softer. Eating like a pig is becoming so much more... natural. You start to get worried. Is this really what you're going to become? A big, gluttonous hog? It's starting to look like your desires are going to have a very permanent impact on your body.

Before you know it, the first 100 days have gone by, and you didn't even notice. You're too busy shoveling food into that chubby gut. All limits, all restrictions, have completely disappeared. You're finally starting to get round. Your whole body starts to become soft and doughy. Stretch marks start appearing across your gut, evidence of your unhinged gluttony. You're starting to get fat...

You're starting to become a big, heavy, pig.

Those 100 days turn into 200 days, and before you know it, a year has gone by. But once again, you didn't even notice. You're too busy trying to fit into your pants, after all, you've gone up five sizes now. You're struggling, completely out of breath. You try and you try, but by the end you're exhausted. I guess you'll have to go up another size. Maybe you can pick up some new ones this weekend, along with a car full of the fattening food that you're now addicted to.

You see the days weren't the only thing that went by. So did your fitness. Your little "trial" turned into a year of gluttonous over eating.

Just "testing the waters" turned into day and after day of overindulgent eating.

You let yourself become a big fat piggy.

I mean you really thought you could give in to your greedy indulgences for such a short period?

You were so incredibly mistaken...

Your desire to become huge and fat consumed you. You thought you could just "give it a try" without it ruining your body.

Now you're obsessed. You're addicted to becoming bigger, addicted to making yourself fatter. There's no going back honey, somebody's going to get massive.

Just sharing some of my private textposts 4 the first time. Feedism thoughts, u know how it goes... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[gara-corsa]

What's That? It's You Getting Fatter

There's something about the audible sounds related to feedism that I really like, so here's some of my favorites :o

𖹭 Chairs cracking and creaking underneath your heavy body, struggling desperately to contain your growing figure. Your thick thighs apply so much more pressure than before. Your widening hips hardly fit within the seat. You're constantly wondering if the chair will hold up your weight. Every crack, every squeal from the chair brings it closer to its impending collapse underneath your growing frame.

𖹭 Getting slower, getting so out of breath. You're a big, heavy, fatty now. All that weight requires so much more effort than before. You're winded, you're exhausted, but it all feels so good.

𖹭 You hear the floor creak underneath your weight. Every heavy footstep, each labored stride. The floor groans under your weight. Your thighs brush together with every step. That huge belly weighing you down as you waddle further and further. Each step requires so much effort now. It's no longer you in control... it's your weight. Your heavy, growing body is now in control of every slow, careful shuffle.

𖹭 Hearing the bed creak with every movement. Every crack from your bed frame brings it closer and closer to snapping (you know it's going to happen sooner than you think fatty) Every time you pleasure yourself, the bed groans and cracks underneath your heavy, fattened body.

𖹭 Every time you stuff that beautiful, fat gut of yours, it sends burps escaping through your lips. They're deep and heavy, relieving your belly from the pressure of every thick, heavy meal. You just love to eat. You love to indulge. Nothing turns you on more than being a huge, greedy fatty.

𖹭 The moaning, every time you feel that huge belly it sends you into a spiral of pleasure. Giving in to your desires has given you so much gratification, so much release. Every time you touch your thick thighs it sends a release of pleasure out of your mouth. Every time you feel your heavy, bloated, gut it gives you a sensation that you can't explain. You can only express it with your moaning, your unrestrained pleasure.

You can't even help it anymore.

You absolutely love the changes.

You love what you're doing to yourself.

It's so fulfilling, and it gives you so much pleasure.

Another one of my feedism write ups, this one is from a couple of years ago. Hoping to share more of them in the next couple of weeks :)

[ketrinadrawsalot]

Hoppy New Year: Spiny-chest frogs are mainly found in Patagonia. Many species live in high-altitude forests and streams.

[gara-corsa]

Frog 😁

[ketrinadrawsalot]

Hoppy New Year: The glass frogs' combination of an opaque green back and translucent underside act as camouflage, breaking up the outline of the body to make it harder to spot in the leaves. When resting, most of their blood is concealed in the liver to make the frog even harder to see.

[gara-corsa]

Froggies 🤭

[ketrinadrawsalot]

Hoppy New Year: The ground frogs are sometimes known as leaf frogs (because they look like leaves), eyelash frogs (because they have little crests over their eyes), or triangle frogs (because some have a big wedge for a head).

[gara-corsa]

Froggy 😊

[feederka]

And in that moment, it’s just me and you✨

With me grabbing your belly, feeling up your fat and looking you in the eyes. Whispering my desires into your ear.✨

Dreaming of making you so big you can barely walk.✨

With you grabbing me, guiding me while riding you and looking me in the eyes. Whispering into my ear that you will get fat for me, that you’ll be the fattest person for me.✨

And in that moment, our shared dream doesn’t seem that far away.✨

The dream that cannot be, or can it?🦋

[athleticbelly]

Fat = Stimulation

At the start you had enjoyed seeing others gain weight. Seeing the transformation from thin, skinny, and athletic to pudgy, chubby, fat, and obese. Arms that were once so thin and sleek now hidden underneath pillows of meaty flesh. Chins and jawlines so well defined and sharp now a distant memory two to three extra chins in. Thighs that once were slender pillars holding up barely anything can now be described as trunks holding up a hefty canopy of a body. And that expansive canopy. The abs underneath an apron of fat. The love handles trying to escape the clothes holding them in. The breasts that were once held in by sports bras now can't have sports even associated with the name for the bras they need now. And the stretch marks acting as the indicators of someone being so well fed and hedonistic. Acting as signs of pleasure and enjoyment. Especially for you.

And you enjoyed interacting with anyone that you could shape like clay. And add clay to their bodies to shape them in whatever you felt flattering. Extra servings to your best friend. New clothes in a larger size for your date as a gift. Extra rounds of drinks for your coworker. Such an insatiable appetite for people with insatiable appetites. And then you found forums, blogs, and plus sized dating sites.

You enjoyed getting others to gain without them knowing. You didn't know how much you would love it when they were begging to be fed or have someone encourage them to get fatter. Their milestones felt so ambitious. And you were so enamored with it, that you started to fall victim to it yourself.

You saw the happiness it brought your feedees and encouraged gainers that you wondered for the first time how it felt to be that happy. To enjoy the hedonistic desires your models had succumbed to over the years. You made a new account on a blogging site. You started posting about wanting encouragement to gain. And you found people. People who were the same build as you. Telling you about how they would love to feed you. To make you an obedient piggy. How they want to cater to your every need to keep you fat and happy. And this attention made your mind swim.

You started falling into the routines of your prior models. Increasing portion sizes, changed your diet and calorie intake so you could capitalize on your gains, you became more sedentary. You felt your waistline expand and press against your belt. You couldn't help but feel your belly fat as it happened. Every day you absently played with your chub. Not a lot was there at first. Just a little roll. And then it grew. It started to round out. Two months went by and now you could pick it up and drop it with some slight jiggling to it. Four more months and you had to get a completely new wardrobe since your waist expanded so much. Six months and you couldn't even see your feet.

25 pounds. 65 pounds. 140 pounds. The weight kept climbing and the encouragement kept coming. You had people meet you and feed you. Cakes. Funnels with shakes. Pastas. Pizzas. Donuts. Fudge. Ice cream. Butter. Oil. Fried foods. You kept enjoying the attention and the hands on your body. You'd massage your now massive body and wonder how you never thought to be on the other end of the hand that feeds. So much tightness to your skin. It is so stimulating to be so fat.

[cutiecupcakebabe]

My favourite part of gaining weight apart from your body softening and getting pudgy is how hard everyday tasks become, especially if you used to be fit, used to go to the gym, live an active lifestyle or even used to be an athlete. Going up the stairs or keeping up with your friend's walking pace becomes an issue. Your belly prevents you from reaching to higher cabins in your kitchen, pressing against the countertop. And when you try anyway, you feel your shirt riding up as you reach out, showing off your soft tummy. You have to take breaks while doing chores around the house because you get out of breath so easily. You can't even imagine yourself running for a few seconds to catch a bus, but somehow you used to run for miles without getting tired. How did you let yourself go so easily?

[lowlybanana]

All I want is to see you struggle under and around the massive gut you've piled on for me.

Is that really so bad of me? 🥺

Just a little huffing. A little puffing. An extra attempt to get on your feet, your center of gravity thrown off. A little whimpering when, once again, we've hopelessly overfilled you and it hurts. A little extra maneuvering to fit through the same spaces that only months ago were so effortless.

[sleepyfa]

You just want to let go, don't you ?

After lurking on the community for years, watching your online crushes and idols blow up steadily, sometimes rapidly, feeling a deep aching need to join them.

Despite resisting, you have been looking a bit more, plump, and pudgy, and tubby recently, nothing a stranger would blink twice at, but you know. And you feel every pound extra you've been carrying recently.

So now you're at a crossroads, do you stay firm ? Eat less, work out again, try your best to conform to what society wants for you, even if it makes you unhappy.

Or do you give in? Let yourself indulge in your gluttony, let hedonism take the wheel as you gorge yourself past the point of comfort, eating for the sake of consuming and taking because you want to be bigger.

Let yourself get fatter, work on stretching your stomach so you can hold more, outgrow your clothes and revel in the stitches ripping against your growing form, rolls stacking and flab hanging out as you become who you always wanted to be, join those chubby stars you've idolised and become inspiration for others just waiting to let go.

Its too much effort to control yourself anymore, just give in sweetheart, you've stopped yourself too long.

[kuchisabishiigwa]

Watching you gain weight is adorable.

Fattening you up is irresistible.

I don't have the same inhibitions, the same restraints, the same polite boundaries, when somebody has confessed that they like a firm hand ensuring they finish their bites.

Since the first time my hand met the food to someone else's lips, I lost the part of myself that ever wanted to repress that desire. I can't stop it, and I don't even want to anymore.

I need to witness a greedy mouth claim pleasures that I hand it in the form of food and drink. It makes my body warm, my chest flutter, my thighs twitch, just to see the eyes of a hungry feedee both beg for and thank my handfuls of calories and calories beyond any recommendation, that is until they finally drift off into the tranced gaze of managing stuffed pain and indulgent pleasure.

I want to see the cheeks struggle to hold all that I lovingly, and so assertively, assist down your throat into a stretching stomach, now familiar with the sensation of reaching its limits daily.

Ive watched a gut, overstuffed nightly, tear at its skin over time, developing stretch marks. A testimony to the lifestyle of the glutton, and a sensitive new trigger on the touch as a reminder to pursue those goals of fattening up past any imagined limitation.

I need to watch a refined tummy soften out into a stretched, soft, pillowy mountain. I need to take that little desire you battle in your head to blow up, and make it your life-long reality.

Don't dare hesitate to eat. Don't just eat you fill. Don't stop at the first feeling of fullness.

You want to be fattened right? Accept every little morsel that lands in front of you. Do not stop until you cannot recognize the sensation of self control, and then let yourself loose into the world, a fattened sow, with an aura of gluttony that will draw a helping, feeding, hand.

Get hungry. Get eating.

And when that's not enough, come get me. I'm ready to hand you more food when your heavy, heavy arms finally grow too tired to lift its own bites up.

Get to it. 🐽

[cutiecupcakebabe]

Summer

I can't wait to ditch the hoodies and sweaters that allowed me to grow and gain during the recent colder months without anyone noticing.

I can't wait to put those sweatpants with stretchy waistbands away that allowed my belly to expand freely without me being too concerned about it.

I can't wait to forget about the coats and jackets I would hide my expanding body in while going out in public which made people not comment on how much I've let myself go.

Because when i put all those winter clothes away and take out the summer ones, I'll get to realise that none of them fit anymore.

Whoops.

I'll realise my favourite dresses don't allow me to breathe in them freely anymore.

I'll realise some of my favourite shorts don't button up, unless I suck my belly in. Other ones don't even get over my fat ass and thighs. Suddenly, those thighs start to rub against oneother when I walk.

I'll realise my favourite shirts suddenly became crop tops, because the fabric stretched so much over my chubby belly that they started to ride up.

Oh and the swimsuits. The tops can't contain my breasts in them anymore. They grew at least a cup size it seems. The bottoms are digging into my big hips and exposing me both in the front and in the back.

I used to be so lean. I think to myself Oh well, time to go shopping.

[cutiecupcakebabe]

Fit to fat

There's something so hot about being physically unfit when you're fat. Especially when you used to be fit or even athletic and then completely let go. Only then you can truly see your steps becoming heavier, walk becoming slower, hips swaying, back arching. You're out of breath quicker. Hills and stairs are starting to become an issue. Not to mention the waddle - you're forced to walk this way because of your huge belly sticking out in front of you, completely dominating your frame.

[foryourencouragement]

How about the ex-jock glutting themselves into a lazy hog?

My bread and butter. God it’s my favorite. And you know why? Because I can use their old competitive nature against them. I can flip it and use it to make them want to take that extra bite. It’s like one more rep or that last push at the end of a sprint. Pushing yourself further and further every time you eat. Turning that drive on its head and making it greed.

[chubbychiquita]

Are you a Zionist?

i actually started gaining weight exclusively so i could suffocate benjamin netanyahu between my ass cheeks

[gara-corsa]

W

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

No but listen: a man who's cock is big and he knows it's big. He hasn't fit in many women so he doesn't think you'd be able to handle it, but you're a big girl, physically and mentally, and you're such a size queen that you can't help but call his bluff, tell him that he's probably lying about his size anyways and that your XL dildo could do so much better.

God but then he has you in bed, and he's fitting inside you, fuck, all the way inside, and you're whining so sweetly as he rubs your clit and god, he just wants to make you feel good, such a good girl for taking him all the way down to his pubes—

You have to practically slap him to get his attention off of where you're connected.

"Hah—I-If all you're gonna do is grind into me, you can pull out. It's a waste to have such a—fuck—big cock and not fuck me properly."

Oh... you're... giving him permission? To fuck you like he wants? Like he's always wanted? To hold you down and rut his hips into you like it's what he was made to do? God it's too good to be true, and when he finally pulls out and slams back in and you let out the most pornagraphic moan—

Well, it's no wonder that he cums in less than a minute. But don't worry, love. He recovers quickly.

[epigstolary]

Signs

You know you’ve gotten fatter by the way your belly and chest and rump move when you try to jog now — resisting the pull of gravity just a moment longer than the rest of you at the apex of your stride, pulling down and bringing their excess weight to bear an instant after your foot touches back on the ground. It never used to do that when you were leaner and thinner and tighter all over. In a word, you jiggle now. And it’s obvious.

You know you’ve gotten fatter by the way your thighs get so warm from your belly resting on them for too long. This wasn’t a problem back when you had a lap — which I suppose you technically still do, but it’s so thoroughly buried by that sack of blubber hanging off your midsection that it doesn’t really count anymore. You have to lift that thick flab roll any time you want to let your thighs and fatpad cool off, and you notice that’s getting harder and harder to do by the day.

You know you’ve gotten fatter by the way you get out of breath by the end of your walk to the bus now. It’s not that far — a few dozen steps to the end of your street — but by the end of it, you’re having to work to get your breaths in and out, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks and the perspiration beginning to seep out under your arm fat and down your back rolls. The hunger, too, is telling; the sugary treat you used to save for your first cup of coffee at work now disappears by the second stop, a sacrifice to the rumbling in your stomach that inevitably follows this briefest of workouts. The crumbs of sugar and pastry, and sometimes daubs of icing, trickle down over the rolls and belly filling your lap and spilling over into the necessarily empty seat next to you. None of your fellow riders are surprised to see them there.

You know you’ve gotten fatter when you go to stand up from your office chair, and the chair comes with you. You’d tried to ignore all the splitting seams, the periodic blowouts in your pants seat, the groaning chairs, the growing inertia of all the weight sloshing around on your rump. But ignoring it is no longer an option, not now that you have to squeeze yourself out from between the armrests of this XL roller. Your hips and ass may not be the widest part of you, but there’s no disguising the state you’re in now that they’re bigger around than even most beer bellies. You’re not gracefully squeezing past anyone on the way to the lunchroom — they’re getting out of your way, fast.

You know you’ve gotten fatter when clothes that can fully cover your body simply don’t exist anymore. When your thigh rolls bulge and sag out of the biggest pair of shorts you can find, tumbling over one another in a shapeless cascade past where your knees would be, if you could still point them out. When you have to cut the sleeves off of your 8XL tee to make room for your massive doughball arms and the sideboob rolls that hang over what’s left of the seam. When your belly hangs too low and wobbles too much with every minor movement to stay covered by your circus tent of an outfit. On the rare occasions when you still go out, you can’t help but put on a mutually unwanted show for everyone in the vicinity, who try with greater or lesser success to hide how horrified they are at the sight of your unmanageable obesity. Fortunately, there are plenty of chasers and feeders out there happy to fill in for you on the grocery or takeout run.

You know you’ve gotten fatter when you can’t even manage to shuffle into the shower without getting stuck. You always thought the shower seat you started using, once it became impossible to hold your shameful bulk up for the pathetically short duration of a shower, was going to be the failure point. Instead, it’s the cold, rigid stainless steel of the shower doorframe pinching the unreachable extremity of your belly on one side and the stacks of lard-filled back rolls on the other. You can already feel the burn in your leg muscles, underneath the shapeless lumps of fat disguising them as useable extremities, that tells you you’re rapidly reaching your limit for physical exertion. The same burning spreads to your overworked lungs, fighting against the weight of your blubber-packed tits to keep you breathing, as you struggle in vain to get yourself free. Good thing your feeder is there to extract you and bring you a couple dozen cookies to help you calm down.

You know you’ve gotten fatter when the slight pressure of your feeder’s touch against your blubbery chest is enough to make getting up from the couch impossible. You can still just throw your weight forward with enough force to tip forward onto your feet, pushing your hundreds of excess pounds up from a squat until you’re in a standing position. But not when he doesn’t want you to. It takes you so much effort, fighting against the flab smothering your body, that his halfhearted push is enough to send you rolling backward, out of breath and stuck in your divot on the couch. The perfect spot for him to caress your triple chins as he feeds you something greasy and fatty and soporific enough that you can’t even consider trying to get up again. You were probably too big to try it in the first place anyway, or so you try to convince yourself.

You know you’ve gotten fatter. You know you’re getting fatter. You know you’re never going to stop getting fatter. And you still have so much more growing to do.