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@hungry-rose
Moving blog!
Hey guys I’m moving blogs since this was on a backup email of mine but I wanted to move my blog to another one where I can follow and like others posts!
My new username is @hungryrose so just no “-“ !
Hope you all are doing well and take care! ☺️🌹
Becoming bedbound gets a completely different meaning when this is your bed✨
I’ll get this for you piggy. I’m sure you will never want to leave (not that the opportunity to do so would last forever)✨
Your life will revolve around mindless eating, watching TV and/or playing games. Causing you to take up more and more space on the bed✨
Slowly falling deeper down the rabbit hole of feedism, from being chubby to being obese, from obese to morbidly obese, until one day you find yourself unable to get up.✨
You’ll be like my little butterfly that I caught in a net, unable to escape its fate of ending up pinned and framed🦋
The fat I crave
It's the weakness that really gets me. You used to be fit and healthy and strong. Strong willed and strong bodied such a contrast to the grossly overfed pile of fat rolls and swollen folds that you've become; barely with the strength to stand on your own now. I can see clearly the drastic effects that continuous overindulgence is having on your body and it turns me on like nothing else. In fact it's the reason why I will only continue to destroy you. I want to see just how far we can push this experiment. It started with some fun light fetish play when we first started dating and now look at you. I can hear your breaths becoming louder and more labored by the day. Each rasping intake fighting against the massive weight passing down on your straining lungs. The oxygen mask you wear constantly now I is helping for sure... but really it's just another clear sign of your giving into me and my desires for you. Your descent into such a slobish and swollen existence has always been my goal but now even I'm getting shocked by your daily calorie intake and hedonism. I don't hear any protests like you used to give me. No complains about your weight or pain or hunger or really anything much anymore... I guess a few years of relentless and constant routine and constant feeding have really melted your mind away along with your health. I'm okay with that. Your grunts and moans are enough for me dear.
I fuckn love this one
heavy tw
I want you to get fucking ruined for me, just grow so grotesque big you can't function like a normal human being, fry your brain with junk food and hors of porn daily that you're just a shell of a person, morbidly obese, always wheezing, always eating, always consuming, shell. Get so fucking fat you can't reach below your fat pad, get so fat your belly and thighs make it hard to move, get so fat you back rolls are tit-sized. always edge, always watch porn, minut don't go by where you aren't stimulating your brain, 3 monitors, 2 playing porn, 1 tiktok, 24/7, frying your brain with endless pleasure, dopamine overdose, slowly making you dumber and dumber. To that it's also helping you're always smoking weed, or eating edibles, or drinking booze, being intoxicated most of the time, just be pathetic obese fuck cow for pleasure ~
This ^^^^^^
A fat little cow getting forced funneled
Any girl that owns a self funnel is guaranteed to gain 100 pounds. If you're so gluttonous that you're willing to pour fattening liquid down your throat, you're going to blow the fuck up like a balloon. If you're willing to do this while you stick a vibrator between your thighs, you're going to double your weight. This is peak gluttonous behavior. A glutton for calories as you writhe on your bedsheets.
This is what happens when a feedee lets a feeder into her life. The desire to grow and fatten up doubles. Bigger, fatter, wider. Control surrendered and taken. Gluttony intensifies. Eating for yourself and them. Getting fatter is rewarded. Feedee, let the feeder in. @datfatassdoe
You Horny Little Pig
You know you wouldn't be this fat if you didn't have this fetish. Yet you've let your brain become corrupted by lust. You've allowed your body to become corrupted by gluttony. You could have stopped all of this if you had any control. You could have continued to pretend you weren't a horny mess of a pig on the inside, keeping the facade going for those around you.
You couldn't stop yourself, though. You're too weak. You don't have any control of your impulses anymore. So the moment that little twinge of arousal spreads between your legs, you indulge it. You overindulge it. You let your base instincts act, despite you knowing better. You eat. You masturbate. You grow. You Fuck. You cum. The cycle continues until your ability to stop it ceases to exist.
Sometimes you think about regaining control again, but those are only abstract thoughts now. By the next meal, you're already stuffing your fat face again, again, and again. You know how good it feels to feel the new fat get added to your body. You're driven to stuff yourself until you can barely move or breathe, anticipating the extra weight the next day will bring onto your already obese body.
Nobody else's fetish is quite like this. You know that. Other kinks don't do this to those they ensnare. You're wearing your fetish on your body every waking hour/minute/second, and you can't escape how horny that makes you feel. You've let yourself turn into nothing more than a pile of lard triggered by pleasure. Your libido has spiked to its peak, and thoughts of sex and release are always rotting your brains. It never used to be like this, but you let it happen.
What little control you thought you had left, you handed willingly to a feeder. They took care of everything you didn't want to do anymore and gave you everything you wanted. You voluntarily let yourself get lazier and greedier as a result. You handed over the keys to your body, allowing them to use your obesity for both of your pleasures. It's much easier for you not to think about taking back control and getting back in shape. They do the thinking for you while you concentrate on eating and growing for them.
Deep down, this is what you always wanted. You didn't want to admit or embrace it, but it's true. You've always been a Horny Little Pig, and now all you have to do is look in a mirror to see it.
I turned you into a 400-pound Fuckpig
Look at what you let me do. You gave me the keys to your body, and I drove it as quickly as possible in the fast lane. All gas, no breaks with you in the passenger seat, wide-eyed and eager to see what I could do.
When we first met, you were naive, unsure of what you wanted, but I could tell what turned you on. You tried to hide your submissive feedee desires, but I saw right through you. I knew you didn't like biking. It was a physical habit that you'd fallen into over the years. Something you thought was part of your identity because it was always part of your past. Biking was A bad habit. So I told you to stop, and you did.
Those small portions you'd been conditioned to eat, meal after meal, were a problem when we first met too. I saw what you ate. It didn't seem like you were having fun. You knew that, and so did I. You were looking for an excuse to change these habits. I was your excuse. I told you to eat more, and you did.
You never told me about your fetish, but I could tell. Those first few pounds you gained excited you as much as they excited me. Even though you were still skinny, you felt like you were finally rebelling and breaking free from the oppressive diet and exercise system you'd been enslaved in. I broke you free. I told you to keep going, and you did.
When you gained that first 50 pounds, pushing you into the chubby territory, I could see you were torn. You loved the extra weight and how It felt when I grabbed your new fat. Yet others around you were starting to comment about your weight, your clothes were getting too tight, and you were worried you'd gone too far. I told you to shut out the criticism and go shopping, and you did.
I remember when you stepped on the scale, and it told you you were 220 pounds. You looked at me with wide eyes realizing the extent of what I was doing to you. The surprise in your eyes told me you never thought you'd ever be this fat. I know you weren't aware of the scope of my ambitions for your body, but now that I'd turned you into a fat girl, you trusted me. I'd unlocked something in you that drove you wild with lust when I fed and fucked you. You stood on the scale, looking for me to say something as if you were asking permission to keep going. My reaction was to pull out a new funnel I'd bought for you, and I could see that excited sparkle in your eyes. I told you to open your mouth, and you did.
That funnel did wonders to your body. They say not to drink your calories.. but that's advice for anyone that doesn't want to get fat. I could tell you enjoyed how I pushed you to your limits daily. You always begged me to fuck you after I stuffed you. Back in those days when you were approaching 300 pounds, that was when you started being desperately horny all time. I know you liked to walk around the apartment wearing those outgrown clothes in front of me to entice me. The way your fat belly hung out of your old shirts.. Mission accomplished, fatty. I told you to lift your hanging belly out of the way so I could get between your legs to fuck you, and you did.
Remember when I got you to 350 pounds? There was no more denying what I'd done to you. I'd turned a skinny little fitness biker girl into a humongous fat greedy piggy. The old you was completely erased. You leaned into the sedentary lifestyle because I allowed you to. No need to burn any of the precious calories you inhaled at a gluttonous level daily. The only times you went out was when I made you, forcing you to wear clothes you'd outgrown and humiliate yourself in public. Though I could see you blushing as people stared at you, I knew you were wet and anticipating the moment we'd go home so I could take care of you. Teasing, fat-shaming, and humiliation had become a cornerstone of your sex life now. I told you to make an absolute pig of yourself in public, and you did.
Now here you are. My 400-pound SSBBW feedee. You've come a long way, honey. My personal submissive fuckpig, wet and ready for anything I want to put in her. I know it's been quite the journey, but you let me do this to you. We both know You wanted this. Yet, now that we're here, I don't know if we'll ever stop. You told me 400 pounds was your limit, but once we got here, you changed your mind. This feedist relationship is too fun to stop, so why end the weight gain? You told me you want me to make you immobile, so I will.
hii 🖤
This is what feedism is all about. Look at the cute and sexy naive girl, showing the world that she has an exploitable fixation and weakness to overeating. It's obvious that her feedism fetish will lead her down a one-way path to ruination, but we all know she won't go down that path herself. No, it'll take a suitable feeder to come along, one that makes her dizzy with lust and desire. One that makes her so heartsick and ready to please that her mouth will always be reflexively open whenever food approaches inches from her lips. Look at her; she'll obey, and if she complies... soon enough, she'll grow. This cute and sexy naive little feedee will expand as she swallows, and pound by pound, she'll become ruined. Destroyed by gluttony. Ravaged with obesity. All because she let her base desires get the best of her and let the lard slowly engulf her body. Watch it happen. She can't stop it.
Month by month, year by year, the fae you see here will disappear and be replaced by a fatter, more insatiable version of the same girl. Sure, she'll be similar to the fae we see here today, but the new fae will let her mind become rotted by feedism as every habit that was keeping her smaller is drained from her brain and replaced with lust, hunger, greed, gluttony, and a deep, deep yearning to make the right feeder happy. The grip on her will tighten. Tightening to a point where she could never go back to this size. Every feeding that makes this dewy-eyed girl so full she can barely walk will be a surrender and ceding of control. She's losing it already. Her lust to be fed and controlled is taking hold of her. Her mind is going fuzzy.So fuzzy that the hunger in her belly and the hunger between her legs will be the only things controlling the decision-making she has left. What will be left is an obesified, crying, quivering mess of food addicted fae. And poor fae... Cute and sexy naive fae will be pushed face first into a body that will force her to tag her Tumblr posts with an SSBBW tag, just so those who seek the fattest hogs on the internet can find her easier. She'll eat herself into a near 400-pound body where she'll be appealing to the sickest feedist tastes that love seeing that this barely over 200-pound girl has doubled her weight. Such a shame she can't do anything to stop her fate.
She's well aware that if she keeps flirting with feedism the way she does and eventually lets the right feeder take over, there will be no chance for her not to succumb to what feedism is all about.
A little about me:
Sure, deameaning and bullying a feedee to chip down their ego to the point they're putty in a feeder's hands is cool and all.
But what I'm ~really~ about is toxic affection.
I want to use love as a tool to manipulate your mind into being my ideal feedee, encouraging unhealthy choices with SO MUCH LOVE??? Let me LOVEBOMB and PRAISE you for gorging on sugar until it hurts! Cooing and coaxing into your ear about how GOOD you are for sitting all day long and filling that greedy tummy! I'll give you SENSUAL, MINDNUMBING HEAD whenever you're giving into junk food addiction, forcing connections in your brain between binging and sex until it's the hottest damn thing your mind can imagine. Your weight will balloon, and your muscles will melt away into nothingness. You'll be trained into a weak, helpless feedee who can't stop themselves from FEELING SO GOOD WHEN YOU'RE GETTING WORSE!?!?
Before you realize I'll have isolated you the outside world and made myself and food the only voice of joy in your life. You'll need junk food. You'll need me. And at that point things become very simple. Give into my sweet whispers and I'll reward you with more love than your fragile mind can handle! Try to get better or lose the weight, and I'll emotionally neglect you while tempting you to sabotage your recovery with fast food. Mindfucked piggies aren't strong enough to handle that kind of treatment for long, and that's okay <3 Once you have a breakdown and come waddling back into my open arms, I'll go back to aggressive lovebombing while firmly pushing you twice as hard into crippling obesity. 😊
I'll make becoming a wheezing, wheelchair-bound shut-in the easiest decision you'll ever make piggy. So come on, let me in! Dad wants to fix you~
Holy fuck, that's hot, now come back and let mommy feed you
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🔪 Reblog if you are an evil feeder, want an 🐷 🐷 evil feeder, or have evil feeder fantasies 🔪
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Reblog if you're into soft XWG. Wholesome-but-extreme, extreme-but-wholesome. Scalebreaking weights celebrated with praise and caresses. Playful flirtation during gigantic all-day binges. Extreme sizes as an opportunity for tender caretaking. The warmth and intimacy of getting really fucking fat.
Often it seems like the line of division is between option 1, wholesome soft feedism with plump round tummies, and option 2, extreme weight gain and supersizes accompanied by degradation and shaming kinks. Neither of these are "wrong" ways to fantasize (as long as option 2 doesn't involve real life fatphobia), but I'm a fan of option 3.
The mutual delight of the diminishing abilities and tasks; the unspoken thrill of having to step in more to help with those oft overlooked measures of obesity, such as tying shoes or helping tuck oversized shirts into tight waistbands.
The gentle smiles as the standard meal no longer really satisfies their hunger, the request for more being filled with an eager smile and quick step. The anticipation of growing and changing needs, orders for reinforced chairs made before the bashful request.
Soft XWG is really an untapped niche.
idk if my fatpad got bigger or my belly is hanging lower bc i genuinely don’t remember them touching 😳
Proper natural progression of plumpness! 👍🔥👍
Toxic feeder appreciation
Feeders who tell you you need to lose weight as they swap out your diet sodas for full fat bottles, your protein shakes for bulk gainer, and pack as much grease into your 'healthy' meals as they can. Getting off on how upset you are when the scale reads that much higher than it did the week before and knowing they're going to ruin you forever
Feeders who don't let you lift a finger, breaking down your independence by catering to your every gluttonous desire before you even know you have it. Lulling you into complete lazy dependency until before you know it you're a bed bound blob guzzling down anything they put in front of you
Feeders who see you as nothing but a vessel for fat. Who make sure you know you don't matter at all outside of the piles of lard cascading down your body. That you exist purely to eat yourself into obscene immobility and beyond for their pleasure
Overeating is a fake term. Don't stop. Turn off that brain and eat.
I want you constantly high and intoxicated just as much as I want you constantly snacking. I want to see for myself how you'll look when you lose your grip on both reality and your weight, just so I can make all of the "sane" decisions for you - deciding what you'll do, wear, eat, everything. It's so much fun to watch you slowly become the docile cow you were born to be.
