Become Fat

[whatsoncewaswillbefat]

fatso consuming over 1700 calories by giving in.

every time I tell myself I need to ignore my gaining urges I find myself compelled to do something like this.

because I’m a 🐖.

each slice is 350 calories and I eat four of them. 5 all up, but I already ate the 5th one before filming. Some would call that greedy 🐽.

thank you @bigkingxl0 and @thejocksnatcher for their content to help encourage pigs. Their work plays overlapped in the background to help me grow, eat, gorge and give up.

I still shock myself when I do this to myself

[thejocksnatcher]

Always happy to know my audios are going to a good cause… that is, snapping buttons and widening waistlines like this one

[fattenthefeeder]

🐣 Easter challenge 🐣

** Can you make fatty eat more than his fill of Easter chocolate? **

Like = Small chocolate

Reblog = Medium chocolate

Accurate guess of my current weight = Large chocolate egg

Can you overfeed this fatty come Easter Monday?

[chubbybloater-deactivated202602]

Time for you to start funnel feeding I think.. we need to start really piling the pounds on you. So grab your funnel and chug along to this audio.

[daddysweetandevil]

My Hot Scenario

Here's my most hot scenario.

A subby thin-ish guy who stumbled into my web and became trapped in the sticky binds of lust and gluttony.

I lay him back and I tie him to the bed spread eagle.

I blindfold him.

I put earbuds into his ears which will continuously feed his ears hot gaining conditioning, reinforcing what he is and what he is for.

Then, a device in said pig's ass which vibrates on his prostate periodically.

And a device on his dick to edge it, sending vibrations or buzzings to make the pig's cock hard.

Then I stand over this slave to hedonism, and I start feeding him as he listens.

I play with his nipples and nibble his ears.

I fondle his balls and play with his little bit of fat.

He eats and is edged and is mind-fucked.

After the hypnosis track is finished, the pig has it's cum extracted. Milked like a cow in a milking barn.

Then, the pig sleeps off his food excess...and it begins again.

[daddysweetandevil]

The Dawn

I stirred in my bed, groaning, tired, exhausted. I looked around for my companion who was not next to me when I woke up. I struggled to sit up bit, I was so full I couldn't even budge myself. So I lied there in bed, staring out the window at the orange and red sunrise peeking over the hillside at the distance. I thought to myself, "I couldn't imagine a more passionate night in all my years of living." So I laid my head back on my pillow, contemplating to myself how I ended up where I was. It started with me taking a risk. A risk that I've never felt comfortable taking, until last night. I finally had grown tired of the way I did or didn't meet people, so I ventured out into town. Now I normally feel like an outcast when I go into public. The great observer of humanity, is sometimes how I title myself in my head...because it sometimes feels like that when I'm around dozens of people. "Where do I fit in all this chaos?" is often a question I'd hear in my mind. So I end up sitting at the bar, quietly nursing some concoction that I ask the bartender to create for me (cause I never know what to order). And there, I talk to the bar tenders, to the occasional patron as they walk up for their drinks for their crowd, then spin around and gaze out at the sea of people blurred with swaths of color and smoke and and basking in seas of musical chaos.

One night when I was people-watching and small-talking it up, a man came up to me, and, without any attempt to be bashful about it, gave me the up and down. "Can I help you?" I asked...a tad indignant but, quickly composed myself back up and said "Hello." The gentleman was about 6'5", 240 lbs of moosle and gut, arms the size of Small Tree trunks, and a chest with nipples that could cut diamonds. He asked me if we could get a table where we might be better acquainted. Intrigued by the fact that any man would talk to me, let alone ask me to join him, had peeked my interest, so I ventured off with him til we found a table to sit and chat. "So handsome, you come around here often?" he broke the ice with. "A few times a month, just to gaze at the scenery. It's kinda what I do.”

He scooted towards me in the booth, drawing close. His hand reached around my back, his fingers digging into the muscles around my spine, invoking a subtle moan of pleasure. I decided at that point to let go a bit of my inhibitions and to let him take me where he wanted to go with that night. He scooted even closer to me, and whispered in my ear. “Why don’t you let me take you back to my place, where we might…bask in each other’s passion?” Then he lightly nipped my ear lobe and sucked a bit. Let’s just say that my groin when from a comfortable semi to a very painful thick bulge and I was lost in his intensity. We scooted out quickly, pushing past the incoming patrons and we crawled into his car and hastily scooted towards his place. Throughout the 45 minute drive, his hands kept finding spots to drive me nuts and in a strange way, they kept me pacified and very aroused.

After pulling up to his penthouse, we scurried up into the elevator, and up to the 20th floor, then was rushed out into the hall till we reached his place. I was in a state of numbness and excited sexual frenzy at this point, not really knowing how to feel, but only knowing that I was feeling very excited. He gave me the 5-cent tour, and he sat me down on the couch. It was a gorgeous, firm, but soft leather couch. The room was large, with a reddish brown oval throw rug in the middle, a sharp-edged square-shaped coffee table, and several end tables around the living room. The lamps were deep red with dim lightbulbs giving the space a romantic low-light setting. This gorgeous, sexy, assertive man, scooted between my legs and proceeded to rub my chest and belly. Normally I’m a rather reserved person, but, the thought of someone attending to my needs for once was so overwhelming that I just laid back in the couch and moaned in delight. His hands groped my chest, my belly, my sides…then his hand reached around my heck, rubbing the muscles at the base of my skull, then his fingers tilled the thick curly mop on my head, digging lightly into my scalp. Never had I felt such immense passion and was at this point, ready to let him do whatever he wanted. His face came forward, and his hands ran my shirt up off my body and over my head, leaving my naked torso exposed to the cool climate of his penthouse, causing my nipples to firm and harden. He wasted no time in lightly pinching them while his lips kissed my little soft belly. My dick was throbbing so hard it could impale a marble statue. He of course noticed, heaved me up in his arms, and with me wrapped up, guided me to the bedroom where, he laid me down flat, he stripped off all but his boxers, and proceeded to crawl up on me. He began exploring every spot on my body. Sometimes I giggled when he found a ticklish spot (like those are hard to find on me.) and other times he invoked a moan or a squirm. I didn’t know what to say except that I was in the most intense state of bliss I’ve ever felt in my life.

After about an hour of this treatment, I was so relaxed and excited that I didn’t even notice that he had snuck my hands into a pair of leather cuffs which, much to his compliment, were fur-lined…but firm. They were very comfortable. I regained some composure and inquired, “What’s going’ on sir? Did your kinky side come out to play?” Oh handsome, you are beyond adorable and sexy…but, I also have a few needs that I need to satisfy, so, I want to show it to you.” He grinned at the thought, but, I wasn’t sure what to think. He locked my ankles to this bed too, leaving me totally immobilized. He then left the room briefly, and returned with what appeared to be a tray of brownies. “What’s this?” I asked, even more confused. “This is my kink, my sexy sir. I want you, but I also want you filled out a bit more too.” I was taken back a bit. “You…you want me…fatter?” I stammered. “It’s not just a matter of making you fatter, it’s about making you want it too.” And with that, he stuffed my mouth with one of his warm brownies, and I must say it was quite good. Nothing like my mom used to make. Hers were ok, but these were divine. He didn’t force it all into me, but he did feed it to me. I didn’t resist at first because, I mean what’s a brownie. His mouth lowered to my throbbing dick, which was straining my boxer-briefs, and proceeded to tease it with his tongue. I moaned at the shock of feeling a hot tongue gliding against my cock. While I was moaning, another brownie found it’s way in my mouth. I ate what I could without hands but, he quickly fixed the treat and guided it the rest of the way. Between each brownie, this incredible, sensual, intense man, fed me 12 brownies, and brought me almost to orgasm 3 times. Suffice to say that I was starting to hurt and beg to get off. This professional edger and teaser knew he had me. He crawled up on me, his heavy body pressing down on my full belly, and he said in a mischevious voice, “So, you ready for me to drain that throbbing member down there?” I looked at him in this desperate, puppy dog face and just nodded. He pulled up another tray, but this one had a fresh oozing pizza. He guided a few pieces into me, his greasy fingers keeping my dick at the ready and I ate as much as I could. I was so bloated and gorged I couldn’t barely move. At about the 5th piece, I was at my limit. I started resisting cause I didn’t think I could eat any more. So he set the tray down, and he started teasing my nipples. Oh he’s good, he knew exactly which buttons to push. His mouth went down on my cock slowly going up and down, my head throwing back in ecstasy and my breath quickening as I got closer and closer to climax. But just as I was about to bust my nut, he stopped…and pulled the pizza pan back up. “So, I know you’re close, but…I’m not so inclined to give you that happy ending if you don’t finish this pizza up.” Incredibly hot and unable to process what just happened, I just opened up and gave in, and he forced each and every slice into me. I was so full I had no means of even looking down. All I saw was this mound obscuring my eyes from what lay past it. He rubbed my belly and tried to relax me, but, then his magic started up again, and he proceeded to start teasing my nipples again. This sent shockwaves to my dick which had already left a nice little puddle of pre on my groin. He took his hand and glided up and down my shaft till he summoned an orgasm with the force of which I’ve never felt, and I proceeded to erupt 9 times, 5 of them projectile shots which landed all over my upper torso. In the shock and intensity of the orgasm, I passed out almost immediately.

When I awoke, he wasn’t there, but my hands were still bound, though they were looser so I could pull my arms in a bit more. And I lay there contemplating how I ended up where I was. His name is Shawn, and he burst back in the room, reflecting some of the orange and red glow from the sunrise, holding another of those dreaded trays…and asked only one thing: “Hungry?”

[daddysweetandevil]

Turning the Tables

So we start dating, you the hot encouager type, me the gentle gainer type. You think you're going to feed me and stuff me and arouse me with your dominance. You try, you even fall for me giving in a bit. But over time, I start coaxing you a little too...competitive eating and being generous and spoiling you. You start to put on a belly too...then when you start getting suspicious...I go in for the kill, and start asserting myself over you. I start insisting to feed you instead, I start using your dick to make you eat for me, I keep you full and horny and pleasured constantly.

You start to give in, start to see food in another light. Your belly starts wanting food more, your dick starts getting hard when I feed you. The feeder has become the feedee, and the feedee is now the master. You gave into my seduction and coaxing, and now you are mine...one who once fed is now the one who is gaining lbs of useless soft fat to feel gratification and pleasure. Your life is mine >:).

[daddysweetandevil]

Conditioned

As he ate the portions he had been served, he instinctively reached for his groin...forgetting that he ceded that right to me when I took him and made him my house pig. He fondled his groin for a moment, knowing it was a fruitless effort, and ate that much more intensely. He wasn't eating because he was hungry...he was eating because he was horny. Before me, he'd jerk off 4 times a day to relieve his stress and built-up pressure. Now he eats an extra 4 times a day, and maybe cums once or twice a week. It's a ritual now...he stands before me in only his tight

shorts on a scale. I weigh him, track his weight, pinch his fat, feel his body all over. His gluttony steadily turning his body into a chastity device. I ask him to reach for his crotch...and every week he has to reach under more and more fat to get to it. I estimate in another 5-6 months, he'll have to jerk off laying down, and in a year, his fat will be his cock cage. After I approve of his weight and progress, I then unlock his cage, take his cock into my mouth, glide my hands and lips down and up, and make him eject his load like the milk-cow he is. I watch the pleasure wash over his face and cause his eyes to gleam in fulfillment. I then reattach his cage, and sit him down to his next meal.

[daddysweetandevil]

The Story of Feedee #1654

A real conversation I had with the man who inspired Feedee #1654 and it’s hot story.

Sweet and Evil:

"Feedee #1654, prepare to initiate penis stimulation. Please relax" the soft male voice commands.

The restraints around your wrist retract to restrain you securely, your head rest is adjusted til comfortable, your climate controls are adjusted to make the temperature just right, then, a prompt appears.

"Specify program" or "Click here to have the system select a random assortment based on your specified interests"

You select "A random assortment"

The system processes your request, reviewing your viewing history and calculating which sequence resulted in the most generous cum extraction, and prepared a playlist of both auditory and video content.

Then, a door opens below your restrained legs, and from below, comes a graceful looking tube, the end of it green with yellow interior, the material was smooth and comfortable, slipping over your hard cock like a vagina or loose bottom anus. The suction you feel resonates against the msucles of your shaft, your eyes roll back, an audible moan of ascent, then, the content begins to play. First, it's jock guys fucking fatter guys...then tying them down and making them beg to cum.

The sensors in the nozzle of the tube adjust and adapt to your cock's pulsing, your attempts to thrust, and basically makes sure to prolong the edging and teasing, pulling back for minutes, you unable to jerk or thrust into a surface to stimulate you.

More and more carnal your mind grows, then, as you start groaning for release, a tube releases from the side, and a voice instructs you to place mouth over tube.

The tube then is secured to your face so you can't remove it. But, will never over feed you as it can sense if there are backlogs.

It can also sense if you cause the backlog and will stop jerking you if you do.

The flow of calories continues...and a mask lowers to your nose and inserts into your nostrils. The flow of food ceases briefly, and you inhale deeply, you get a sweet gentle sensation in your nose, and breathe more heavily, enjoying sucking down the fumes from the tube. You feel light headed, floaty, and more lazy. Your head tingles with the pleasure that THC only brings. And the flow of calories then resumes after your dose of THC vape is consumed.

Your body is massaged by the massage sensors in the cushion of the rest.

Your ears are filled with soft and subtle affirmations that you are coaxed into agreeing to, feeling the pleasure when you say yes, I agree, or Yes sir, you own me...making sure you feel a pulse of pleasure with each agreeable surrender to each suggestion.

The tube withdraws briefly from your shaft, leaving you oozing, dripping, pulsing, and just as full as it can possibly be without busting all over.

a device then emerges from between your legs. Your chair is inclined up exposing your anus to use.

The device is inserted, resting against your lower anus and prostate, a gentle vibration is felt every few seconds, in random intervals, with strings of seconds having a pattern for a while, then changing patterns. Your oozing increases with each minute of stimulation.

The system sensing how close to cumming you are, it stops and withdraws. It calms your erection by causing some discomfort enough to take your mind off sex for a moment. Causing your wood to decrease and calm.

Then, the tube reappears and reattaches to your shaft, and begins the program again.

As the hours of teasing, edging, conditioning, and visual stimulation continue...the system begins to alert you that you're about to ejaculate. "Warning, ejaculation imminent, warning, ejaculation imminent, and as you hear that warning in that soft male voice, you can't stop your cock from erupting and giving you the most mindshattering ejaculation you have ever felt. Feeling like the insides of your body would be sucked through your cock, it was so draining and intense.

"The subject has been successfully milked of it's semen. Adjusting environment for optimum post-extraction relaxation and after-care.

[daddysweetandevil]

Your New Schedule Pig Slave

Pig Schedule:

5am - Boost 1/sleep

7am - 8am Boost 2 Edging to gainer porn/conditioning.

8am - 9am Breakfast

9am - 10am Boost 3/Leisure

10am - 12pm Nap time/gooning/leisure time.

12pm - 1pm Lunch/Edging/Foreplay

1pm - 2pm Hypnosis session

2pm - 3pm Lunch 2

3pm - 5pm Nap 2/Gooning/Leisure

5pm - 6pm Dinner 1

7pm - 8pm Boost 4

8pm - 9pm Hypnosis session

10pm - 11pm Dinner 2

11pm - 12am Boost 5/Edged

2am - Boost/Allowed to cum/Sleep til 5am

[bigger-and-rounder]

I fantasize a lot about perma-intox feedist scenarios. A feedee who’s ultimate fantasy is to turn off their brain completely by being high 24/7 and lying in bed stuffing their face all day. Finally getting a feeder who’s into the same thing and makes enough to allow them to turn into a weed-addicted pig who can’t even focus long enough to count the number of pizza slices they’ve eaten. Just constantly high, hungry and horny, gaining pounds by the hundreds each year until they’re near bed bound from complete inactivity, not aware of the date or time and just seeking out their next hit, their next meal, their next orgasm. Brain turning as soft as their body is while their loving feeder eagerly enables every moment of it, ensuring absolute comfort for their stupid, fat pet, baking weed into every dessert and ensuring their mouth is always full of food or a blunt. Permanent, endless indulgence and hedonism brought to life in the form of pillowy rolls and heavy stretch marks from years of nonstop eating, eyes bloodshot and underwear stained with the remnants of countless orgasms from rutting into their fat gut while their feeder uses their huge body to get off. God

[zaftig-thirst-trap-deactivated2]

the good stuff

[thatguywhofedme-deactivated2026]

Influencer to live piggy

I was browsing tumblr, looking through the same pages I followed, wishing the feeder in those stories and images was feeding ME into a food coma

I mean, I'm already gaining steadily by stuffing myself as much as I could, last time I weighed myself I was 225 lbs and that was a year ago

That's when I got the idea, why not make my own blog showing off my body, this will surely get the attention of a feeder who would like to stuff me silly

I instantly created my profile and decided to call myself deathbylard, thought this would be pretty clear as to what my blog would be about

After a couple of months, everything was going well

Everyone was loving my big belly, thickening thighs and fat juicy ass, I was now 274 lbs and was finally getting noticed, that's when he messaged me

His profile name was feedyoutodeath, little did I know it was literal

We began chatting and the more we talked, the more we discovered we had tons in common and when we decided to ask each other where we live, we surprisingly lived close by

We decided to meet at an all-you-can-eat buffet, I was waiting at a table when I heard the door open and recognized him instantly

He got to my table and told me how beautiful I looked and if I was ready to eat

I told him to fill me up while rubbing my belly

He instantly got to the buffet and came back with four plates full of the greasiest food he could find

He sat in front of me and began feeding them to me

There wasn't a lot of people, but the staff had a full view of someone getting fed mouthful after mouthful, getting messier from each bite

After I had miraculously ate everything, I was so full I couldn't get up from the chair and my big belly was in full view, bright red and hard like a bowling ball

He helped me from my chair, but not before whispering in my ear "I hope you enjoyed this little lunch of yours, because there's only going to be even more each time we see each other my little piggy"

I was so fucking turned on

We kept seeing each other at least twice a week if not more and he had me on a strict diet consisting of the most fattening and unhealthy food he could think of

After a year of this, I had BLOWN UP, I was so fat I needed a cane to walk the few hundred meters I could do without sweating and getting out of breath, my belly was going to my knees and my ass needed two chairs to support it

We decided to put me on the new scale he had bought me, it had a capacity of 750 lbs

When I got on the scale, I could hear it creak under my weight and after a moment, it beeped to signal it had finally weighed me

My feeder got under my belly and gasped, I asked him how much and he got behind me while groping my fat ass and whispered "614.57 lbs, you're officially my prized hog and only going to get bigger you massive pig"

He slapped my ass HARD, grabbed me by my hand and got me to the bedroom where I knew I was going to need another shake and a good fucking

During this time, my tumblr had exploded in popularity, I was getting so much attention from my huge body and they simply couldn't get enough of it

Some would even say that they wanted to be my feeder and would make me even bigger, but I knew they were only words and not actually fattening me up, I already found the one to do this perfectly

I told my feeder and decided it was time for him to take care of me and my blog while I relaxed and let myself go completely

I knew I was in good hand, being able to pig out while gaining as much weight as I wanted and getting fucked anywhere at anytime, what's not to love

I moved in with him and was surprised by the setup he had for me, bariatric bed with every life support machines I could need including a heart monitor, a fridge beside my bed, a 5 gallon jug high up from where my head would be and a trough !?!

I knew I was a pig, but that was a whole new level and I was simply loving it !!!

I was getting so turned on, that's when he got in front of me, put a pair of pig ear and a pig nose, he began force feeding me two boxes of donuts and said

"this will be your world from now on, you'll be in this bed or on all four eating like a true pig, only able to eat, get fatter and be my personal at home piggy

I've put cameras in your room for everyone on your blog to enjoy, they'll be able to see what a real fatty looks like and witness your disgusting diet, you'll be the star like you wanted from the start

I will make you the fattest person on earth and will continue making you fatter until that little heart of yours gives out for good, that's the only moment I will allow you not to stuff yourself until you pass out from eating too much

You better be ready because all of this starts right now"

I answer by putting my walker to the side, struggling to get on all fours and oinking like a real pig

He got into the kitchen and came back with a trolley full of my favorites, took all of them and throw them into the trough no matter what it was

"eat" is all he said

I obliged and began to stuff myself while moaning and grunting

He got behind me and forced my head deeper

"I don't want you to only eat at a normal speed, real pigs finish all of this in not time no matter what, so you better eat more before I force this funnel down your throat again"

I gulped and began eating faster, I didn't care if my mouth was full, I needed to eat faster to satisfy my feeder, that's what I was always best at and I wasn't going to disappoint him, not now or ever

Six years have passed and I was now permanently planted on my bed, hooked up on life support, my blood vessels being clogged up even more by each fattening feast that entered my greedy mouth and needing multiple pills for my diabetes, blood pressure and cholesterol medication just for me to be able to live a little longer each day

I was so fat now my ass was almost reaching the side of the massive California king size bariatric bed, I needed a crane fixed to the ceiling to move me so I could be taken care of

my body was now slick and sweaty all the time from the exertion of being in this massive body, my love handles, rolls of fat, underboobs and my swollen fupa were always sweaty from having lbs after lbs of fat creating a crease of unable to support all the humidity my body was creating, my three massive chins were coated with grease and crumbs from the multiple meals and shakes I needed in a day, it was the same story for my massive chest and enormous belly that now reached my toes all made it hard for me to breath, all my fat was ridden in cellulite all over, especially in my massive juicy ass and my belly was also covered in bright red stretch marks showing my feeder's technique of feeding me the trashiest food with no mercy for my weakened body while crushing my organs and I was really struggling to breath now, even my oxygen mask was barely able to feed me air and if I wasn't huffing I was wheezing like a pig while sweating like I had run a marathon

My feeder as kept his words, he made me the fattest person alive and we couldn't be happier about it, last time we checked my weight via the built in scale it said 1658.93 lbs

And just because I weigh this much doesn't mean we don't have sex, on the contrary

With the help from the crane, he would lift me up just enough to go under me and begin fucking my hearts out until I came again and again

He would also let me know how much he love me and my massive body, he would go on top of me while trying is best to avoid my massive swollen fatty liver that has gotten no rest in my years and unrelentless feeding and kiss me all over, sometimes he would concentrate a little more on my thighs, other times it would be my sagging ass, enormous thighs, my belly of course, he couldn't get enough of it and any other parts of my body really, he truly loves all of me

That doesn't stop him from teasing me by saying something like "look at what we did to your body, you surely are the fattest fuck anyone would have ever seen and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it" or "you know you're going to die on this bed and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, all you can do is enjoy yourself while it last until your fat coated heart is tired of supporting your body and you get your fourth and final heart attack" he loved to tease me in the meanest way possible and couldn't simply get enough of it

Although, when I was horribly full, feeling like my stomach would explode at any moment, he would get mad and play with my oxygen tube until I agreed to getting stuffed even more

And if I was being an extra good hog, he would up the pressure on my feeding hose so more and more delicious lard shake would go to my stomach and make me even fatter by the second

Oh speaking of which, my viewers also couldn't get enough of me

I now had millions and millions of followers who would log in just to see myself get pumped even more full of lard and get even fatter by the day

I was able to watch all of this happening on the TV my feeder put in front of me

He wanted me to see all the damage we had done to my body and everytime I looked at myself from the live feed, I still couldn't believe I was this impossibly, enormously fat blob who was only good at swallowing lard shakes and letting it all transform into new fat cells that will make me even bigger and unhealthy than I already was

By the way my heart was slooooowly beating, I knew I wouldn't have long until my body gives up

I had reached pretty much all my goals but don't think for a second I don't have any objectives

I still need to get fatter and keep growing for my feeder

I'm always going to be his personal pig and only live to satisfy his need to force feed me the most unhealthy and greasiest food and shakes imaginable

I'll always want more and more and EVEN FUCKING MORE !!!!

Oink Oink !! 🐷

[cravefoodie]

What is your choice? 😋

[donuttruckdriver]

Let’s make you fatter!!!!!

[stronglyloudbasilisk]

I have prepared my dream (and probably unrealistic) time line for a feedee

Starting at the day then move in

First 6 months

All prior commitments will be cancelled (work, schooling, ect)

All social medial accounts that don't revolve around feedisum will be blanked out

There will be a push to sign you up for every available feedist community (more extreme the better

Daily calorie intake will sit around the 4000cal mark

Next 6 months

Contact with anyone not completely in support of your goal of immobility will be broken

You will have regular posts about your gains on any and all available feedist platforms

Any content that does not revolve around obesity and weight gain will be banned

An expected gain of 40-60lbs a year

First year

Trips from the house will be limited

Decreasing step limits will be applied

Most media will be replaced with feedist porn

10000cal minimum per day

1 funnel feeding per day

Increase rate of post of feedist content

Second year

Leaving the house will be disallowed

Trips from bed or couche will be severely limited

15000+ cal minimum per day

3 funnel feeding per day

Clothes will be disallowed

Only consumable content will be extreme feedist porn

Any communication on social media will be limited to extreme feeders and other pro death feedist feedees

Expected 100+ lbs per year gain

Third year

Any movement beyond 3 steps must be done by scooter or wheelchair

Minimum 4h of viewing extreme feedist porn per day

25000cal+ per day

Tube feeding is standard aside from the occasional food "treat"

Must spend 4+ hours a day tube feeding

Forth year

Involuntary immobility, you will be confined to bed regardless of current mobility status

35000+ Cal per day minimum, to be consumed primarily as fats and sugars cut with only a minimum of nutrition supplement

Every hour from wakeup to sleep will involve tube feeding and a constant stream of the most extreme feedist porn

Sleep will be deferred if calorie goal has not been met

Fifth year

24/7 live stream of you're immobile fourm

50000 cal minimum

All windows blocked, all clocks removed, no indicators of date or time

Feeding tube lives in your mouth

Diet is mostly fats

Sixth plus years (don't expect to survive this long)

No contact with outside world, other feedist included

24/7 feedist hypno playing for you

Feeding tube size increased and feed slop made even less healthy and even more fattening

Start of year calorie goal of 100000+ an additional 1000 a week to be added to the minimum every week for the rest of your life

Six years and I plan on taking you from a normal healthy person to the perfect feedee, no thought, no life, just growing, growing GROWING, all that matters is growing all that matters is more all that matters is your life cut short by obesity

[auxfeed]

Searched for this timeline to finally reblog it. So great written. 🐖 C'mon you piggies, give in and find yourself an extreme feeder. Let's see who makes it the furthest... 😈📈📆

[chub-redfield350]

Bring back the calorie challenge

You got it.

The conversion chart will go as follows:

1 Like: 100 calories

1 Comment: 150 calories

1 Reblog: 300 calories

I'll extend the deadline until this Saturday to make up for lost time. Same rules apply, the total calories for the day will be my usual 3k plus the total from the challenge.

Let's kick this bulking season off with a bang and shoot for the stars. Let's get me huge

[funnelmefuller]

Every time you reblog this post, 10lbs will go straight to your waistline.

[chubbybloater-deactivated202602]

There I was strapped to this feeding pump.. mercilessly filled with melted ice cream!