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i have a regimen i want you to follow. try it for 30 days, and share the results with me! i’ll happily review the results here after you’ve fattened yourself up for me. make sure you take before & after images and measurements, so i know how much your body has changed under my care.

my regimen:

wake up:

- start your morning off with a pint of heavy cream (1,600 calories) before you have your breakfast, coffee, etc for all 30 days

- buy boost shakes and drink 3 shakes per day, every day for all 30 days

- make sure you reach over 10,000 calories at least 10 days during the month, reach over 15,000 calories at least 5 days during the month, and reach 20,000 or more calories at least once during the month

- incorporate 2 more meals into your day. if you eat 3 meals typically, insert another meal in between your breakfast and lunch, and in between lunch and dinner. do this at least 3x a week.

- track how many calories you’re burning everyday (using apple fitness, or some other fitness app) and make sure you’re consuming at least 300 calories MORE than what you’re burning for the day, every day for all 30 days.

- double your B’s: bread, butter, & brownies!

- every 7 days you should go through a loaf of white bread, 4 sticks (1 box) of butter, and a box of brownies. you should prioritize eating all of these in excess.

for optimal performance points from me during your review, try to follow this calorie intake guide:

day 1: 10,000

day 2-10: 5,000

day 11: 10,000

day 12: 7,000

day 13-15: 15,000

day 16: 5,000

day 17-18: 15,000

day 19: 8,000

day 20-25: 10,000

day 26-29: 6,000

day 30: 20,000

i look forward to seeing your results! you wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?

starlightfeedings

Reblog this to gain 100 pounds

feedthefatty-deactivated2026021

You'll stop soon.

you just wanted to indulge in your feedee urges a few days a month. Maybe have a big stuffing once a week. You'll stop after you put on 5 or 10 pounds.

2 months go by and a few days a month become a few days a week. The passenger seat of your car is covered in empty fast food bags from stopping for breakfast and lunch during the week. It's only 15 pounds you've put on, you'll be able to go back to how you were before. One more McDonald's stuffing won't hurt.

2 more months go by and large meals become an every day occurrence. What was once considered a big stuffing is now just an average meal. You find yourself hungrier every day. You decide to size up your wardrobe after putting on 35 pounds since you started indulging. It's just temporary in your mind. You'll be able to go back to your old clothes.

2 months later and you haven't slowed down. You never deny yourself any cravings. You're undeniably fat. Now 60 pounds heavier than when you first started, you've never felt hotter in your own body. You used to tell yourself that you would stop soon and go back. The problem now is that you don't want to go back. You want to see how big you can become.

moobappreciation-deactivated202

"Good boy, you ate so much for me. Look at that belly," she whispers, grasping the flesh that spills out over the waistband of your pants. You give a groan in response, the pressure inside your stomach making it hard to breathe. "You're getting so big... turning into a strong, big man..." Her hand moves up to your upper abdomen, where it's the most distended. The applied pressure of the food against your stomach wall makes you shift uncomfortably, your heart racing in your chest, moans slipping past your lips.

"I'm- so full-" you gasp, interrupted by your own burp. At this rate, you were going to become bed bound with how much she was feeding you. Each container of food was placed strategically to have you snacking on sugar, salty saturated fats and carbs throughout the day. Her extra helpings regularly left you so full that you could feel your abdomen being forced outwards further into your lap. On those evenings, she shushed you and gave you some antacids, telling you it's okay, that this is a good sensation, that it's your body finally getting comfortable with normal sized portions.

"It tasted so good, didn't it?" She coos, rubbing her small hands against the large expanse of your stomach. She gives it a tentative pat, testing how full it is. The flesh bounces far less than it did that morning, resounding with the moist sound of flesh on flesh and a drum-like 'thunk.'

"I'll love you at any size, you know that, right?" She asks, lifting your chin with a gentle grasp so that your eyes meet hers. Her gaze is maternal and comforting. It's her subtle way of being dominant; She never forces you outright to stuff yourself, but for her praise, you keep eating past your limits. The way she rubs your stomach and pinches at your fat ligaments—your arms, thighs and moobs—has you groaning. She teases you occasionally, especially when it comes to your chest. "You look like a woman with those fat breasts of yours," she'd whisper, cupping each in one hand, beginning her ministrations on your nipples. They'd only grown more sensitive with every pound gained.

"Do you like getting big for me, baby?" she asks. You don't have to think about it at all. You nod your head, not even bothering to halt the chewing motions of your mouth. Maybe in the beginning, you were doing it for her, but now you were addicted to the feeling of being stuffed. The warmth of a full belly, of hands worshipping your gut, of eating everything and anything at any time of day. "You just can't help eating so much," she laments playfully, watching as you give in to your base desires, letting yourself be taken over by gluttony.

joshy171

Got stuffed tonight.

feedernurse

God, recently the only thing I've been craving is to take a feedee and viciously stuff and use them for a month straight. No outside, no other people. They are stuck inside with only me and the food I bring them. Relentlessly stuff them all day. Wake them every 4ish hours throughout the night. Leave them an overstuffed mess and helpless plaything in a constant state of being too stuffed to move or breath comfortably. Humiliate them at every turn as I watch them struggle to even walk to the couch. I really want to know how much weight I can force onto someone in a constant month of this so bad...

asoftgoth

I need this SO BAD IM GONNA SCREAMMM

chubbychemist

How do you look with a shirt over that gut?

I don’t have many that fit well 🫠🫠

bigfatbeyond-deactivated2022062

Reblog if you are looking for a feeder(s) and/or mutual gainer friends. Let’s fatten each other up! 🌭🍔🍟🍕🌯🌮🥪🍤🥟🍣🍨🍦🧁🍭🍰🍫🎂🍿🍪🍩🥛🍷🍻🍹

Send me a message! 😊👍

foodie-szn

reblog if tumblr is lowkey making you fatter

biggerfatterbelly

Stuffed myself till it hurts then chugged heavy cream 🥴

Pure fucking bliss 💦

I swear I can practically feel my fat growing :P

sexy-chubs

Desires.

I want to get fat. Not just a little chubby… but breathtakingly obese. I want the walls to shake, the floors to quake if I decide to waddle my hefty ass out of bed in the morning. That fear, of course only accomplished if my one or two hunky feeders help me up. They’ll maneuver my doughy love handles and mountains of fleshy rolls just to sit me up… and then tug on my soupy, fat-laden arms until I finally rise to my round, blubber-filled feet. Though the journey from bed to kitchen is short, it can be exhausting nonetheless, as I slowly waddle, panting and puffing, my body under stress as it carries hundreds of pounds of excess lard. Just a few more steps and I’ll make it, to plop my ballooning ass down upon the steel-reinforced bench rated for 1500 pounds. Today the bench creaks as I lower my great heft onto it… and I just think it’s a shame we spent so much money on something that’s going to be useless in a few short months, when I’m packed away on the bed for good. But in the meantime it’s just easier to feast in the kitchen… the food is right there, spread out on the vast table in front of me, and I don’t have to be shy about making a greedy hog out of myself, because cleanup out here is so much easier. When all is said and done and I’m a burping, food stained, pathetic pig… my boys will pick me back up again and help me back to my bed, where I’ll rest after that exhausting, albeit short waddle.

Sometimes my feeders complain that they have to devote more time to the gym just so they can help me move anymore, but I always remind them that it’s sort of their fault in the end… they’re the ones that keep feeding and feeding me plenty. Never mind that I’m the one greedily sucking down every last crumb and guzzling back ice cream by the bucket. But they love it. They fucking live for it. Nothing makes them harder than seeing their blubbery fatboy stuff himself even fatter… even now after that big meal. We’re nearly to the bedroom, and I’m sweating and gasping for air… one of them let’s his big cock sink into my pillowy thigh and says “c’mon piggy, just a few more steps and you can have your bedtime cakes…” Ah yes, bedtime cakes. I get a little spring in my step as I fondly let my mind wander so I can focus less on the physical pain and exhaustion I’m in from hauling my tubby ass around and more on the sickeningly sweet tradition that’s ended every meal since I crossed 700 pounds. What started out as one, chocolatey, gooey, absolutely FATTENING three-layer cake right as I settled into my bed had recently become two and even sometimes three when my feeder boys were really excited. I greedily chow down on them with my face and bare hands… often getting crumbs and frosting lodged in my double chin and plump, heavy moobs. The boys just clean me up (sometimes getting the crumbs and frosting off of me with their tongues) and rub my belly until I fall fast asleep, destined to do it all again tomorrow, until the day comes when I can’t leave the comfortable bed.

With a ritual like this, it’s no wonder that I could go out in public a month and a half apart and be absolutely unrecognizable from the man I was before. The stares, the comments, the pure humiliation I get from wearing a shirt that’s 50 pounds past it’s prime while eating like a pig… that’s what I live for. I want to be fat. I want to be called fat. And I want to be made even fatter.

txngnr

I never reblog but this is hot as fuck

transformingbear2hogman-deactiv

Reblog Fat Spell

Your fate is sealed. With each reblog you will grow fatter. There is no reversal. Caution to those who are unsure. DO YOU WANT TO BECOME A SUPERCHUB HOG….well then reblog to cast and never go back.

pablogainer

Keep the fat comimg!