Weight Gain and Feedism Blog

(this is a side blog) I'm a 26 year old girl who's fascinated by growing bodies. Teasing and encouragement are encouraged!

[rosegold1920]

I want you to be afraid of me. Afraid of how much I'll change your body. Afraid of not knowing if I'll ever stop. Afraid of me feeding you so much that you can't escape my clutches. Afraid of me being the only one who can make you feel this way. Afraid of me pushing you past your limits. Afraid of me not letting you out of your restraints until I'm satisfied. Afraid of me changing your life so much and you are powerless against it.

Seeing the look of terror on your chubby innocent face when I enter your room brings me such joy. And I know you love bringing me joy. That is your job as my plump pet, is it not?

I will restrain you, I will vibe you, I will tease you, forcing you to eat until you can't take it anymore. Only when you're a crying, whimpering mess will I let you have your release. Then after, while you're still panting, you'll thank me for it.

I'll take such good care of my sweet, pretty boy. I'll bathe you. Caress your plump cheeks. Tuck you into the softest bedding. The look of terror long gone from your eyes, now they are only glazed over and lidded, full of adoration for me and only me. And that's what makes you so afraid of me - because you can't stop.

[chubbysubsstuff]

Please…..

[fatlesbianjoyer]

I’m starting to think that some of you are only good for fattening and fucking

[butchfa]

butch boyfriend who used to be a talented track athlete in high school. after graduating and relaxed after a anxious and pressured senior year, he puts on a massive amount of weight while courting a secretary from the local law firm. he is somehow in denial about his weight gain despite putting it on rapidly—he doubles his size in three years, rendering him embarrassingly unrecognizable. he still lives in his hometown and makes it a habit to remain inside as often as he can. he takes a remote job due to his humiliation because on some level, he understands he’s gaining far too much and does not want to acknowledge the fact he can’t stop. it all comes to a head when he finally finds an opportunity to fuck that femme secretary and realizes he no longer fits into his strap harness. although he is beyond embarrassed, he tells her he’ll grind on her, let her put her pussy on his thigh while he cages her in. it lasts a few moments before he runs out of breath, wiggling and jiggling on top of the smaller woman. she can hardly breathe under his weight and he can’t feel anything aside from his flabby gut smothering her entire body. once he’s too fat to fuck, it’s far passed the point of no return, and he reluctantly accepts that he will never be that fit butch stereotype again.

[justnoticing]

concept: pulling you closer by your belt loops but it’s kinda hard to slip my fingers through them because your rounded gut is pressing so heavily against the fabric and the pudge across your upper belly is spilling over the waistband and if not for how those jeans squeeze at your new softness i might’ve guessed they were painted on and oh god that poor zipper… what were we talking about? come here baby. let’s get those off of you; they look so uncomfortable.. ;)

[verdant-mistress-deactivated202]

It touches the bed.

After what's felt like a year, you've finally snapped out of the gluttonous daze you've been in as you realize your gut has firmly pressed itself into the bed.

Just moments prior you were in your usual reluctant stupor, digesting a massive stuffing as we started fucking. It was right when I maneuvered you into doggy style, something snapped. A strange force pressing up against your distended abdomen, friction that you didn't remember.

"It touches the bed."

...

The course begins with a sharp flurry of denial.

"No no no no it's just the way...the way I'm positioned...I was just gonna gain a few pounds."

You feel me in the deepest parts of your guts as you're jostled back and forth, your massive gut smothering itself across the mattress.

"It...I can't be that big. Fuck I can't be that big."

For the appetizer, a deep sense of panic.

"No no no...that's not what this is. That's- I'm not that big- Fuck when did I get this big."

You tighten around me as you panic, pleasure dripping down your thighs.

"Fuck...FUCK....why- why didn't I stop myself."

The full meal begins with quiet sobbing, building into a crescendo of deep, chesty sobs.

By the time you let it all out, you sound like a dying creature and between gasps you mutter to yourself, to which I whisper, through gritted teeth, into your ear, demanding that you speak up.

"Fuck...you let me get so fucking fat....I told you to stop me...why didn't you stop me....please...fuck...."

A tidal wave of an unwelcome catharsis rips away any traces of denial you had left. The epistemological break, the smashing of all previous conceptions you had of yourself: reserved, intelligent, dutiful, self-aware, disciplined. The light of the sun piercing your eye as you leave the cave of your former self. Scared. This is who you are now. Fat. So fucking fat. So fucking fat and all mine.

And for dessert, one of the sloppiest and scariest orgasms you've had in your life.

Deep, guttural moans push their way out through cracks in your sobs. You're out of breath. Lightheaded. You just came all over me. An absolute, bloated mess of a person. Covered in sweat, tears, crumbs, grease, and pleasure messily dripping from your crotch, the last of your self-conception as a well put-together person fades from your mind.

I give you a deep kiss.

"I love you."

A tense pause, underscored by slowly steadying breath, only broken by a beautifully pathetic, delirious giggle.

[t-hunger]

the first time you get a little scared about gaining weight isn't when you thought it'd be. turns out twenty pounds didn't make as big of a difference as you thought it would. you weren't very toned to begin and you'd softened up a lot but no one really seemed to notice. you definitely weren't big, or, not your idea of big.

what scares you has nothing to do with how the weight is starting to settle ok you. what scares you is pressing your hands into the softening flesh of your belly to feel the firm exaggerated swell of your stuffed stomach underneath and knowing that from the very beginning, you were doing this because you needed more.

when you started deliberately gaining weight you felt like you were taking a dare. you'd probably gain thirty pounds max...right? it was just for fun, to see what it was like and then you'd slim right back down, curiosity sated....right?

of course not. thirty pounds have come and gone and now you're melting into a lavish cascade of thickening fat. your shirts are starting to shorten and the buttons strain and gap as you eat throughout the day. when you catch yourself thinking that your muffin top is bulging more than it did before, you start to admit that it isn't just your imagination. handfuls of soft, wobbling fat all bulging from your hips and chest and ass served as irrefutable evidence that you were eating well these days.

you're indefensibly plump. no one would argue with that. some people are so shocked to see this fatter you that they get too flustered to speak. you wobble and jiggle and bounce and there's so much more to grab and shake and honestly, it happened fast, didn't it? of course they're shocked. You are too, sometimes. but you're not scaring so easy anymore. the shock is one that comes in waves of pleasure.

but still...it's not quite enough is it? a little more couldn't hurt. You're in a gaining mood, so why not lean in? You're starting to know how rewarding it can be when you do.

before you even realize it, you're putting another bite into your mouth seemingly every moment of the day. a cookie here. a latte there. bags of candy, bags of chips and cartons after cartons of ice cream. more pizza. You're indulging in snacks and seconds and desserts and make every reason to eat multiples of everything. you know where this is leading and all you can seem to do is race yourself to get there faster. your belly is going to start to hang, from the looks of it.

how often do you see yourself in the mirror wiping your hand across your mouth that's been so coated grease it feels uncomfortably slick? how often do you notice your cramming another sweet treat past your lips with one hand while reaching for another soda or beer to drink with the other. you used to struggle through chugging a glass of water but now you're used to the dull ache of a stomach stretched out by fizzy liquids after massive bowls of pasta. you crave the deep, thick belches that reverberate through your body that you swore you weren't that into. burgers, donuts, fuck it, you are getting fat. something in you flipped the first time you saw the scale tick up and up and up. now you practically dive into a bucket of fried chicken with courage, dimpled hands unsteady with eager anticipation of glutting yourself again with all that salt and fat and grease.

I'd say you got over the fear of your growing appetite quickly, in any case.

[tummywrites]

reminder kids, keep your pretty boys good and full! 

do they look hungry? give them a nice big, filling meal and make sure they eat every single bite. you want them happy and satisfied, don’t you? if they get too full, help them finish up their meal by feeding it to them. 

they might be a little embarrassed be to so full in front of you, making an absolute hedonist out of themselves, but that’s okay. show them you love them like that by pulling them into your lap as you feed them, squeezing their pretty little ass that’s downright sinful in their tight jeans. run your hands down their sides and to their hips, over their thighs, squeezing all that new, plush skin that has their clothes clinging to them. 

when their shirt becomes so tight it starts to roll up, go ahead and take it off for them. you know they’ll just whimper and shove their face into your neck, so embarrassed to be enjoying themselves so much, but you’ll make sure they know you enjoy it. go ahead and give them a kiss before feeding them another bite. or even better, give them a splattering of hickies across their perfect neck while they chug down their favorite drink, make sure you can feel each swallow.

when their belly is nice and perfectly round in their lap, ask them to suck in. watch them blush and whimper and stutter as you run your hands across their round belly, finally landing at the button of their jeans. go ahead and unbutton them, you don’t want your baby being uncomfortable, do you? watch as they involuntarily let their belly out, sighing in relief at the extra space they have. 

 now that you’ve got their constricting clothing off, see step one again. they deserve to be rewarded for their good behavior, don’t they? you don’t want there to be any room left in that belly, or else they might go hungry, right? 

[t-hunger]

you're finally soft. all the work you've done pushing your limits whenever you can are starting to spill over the waistbands of your jeans. Your waistbands all pinch sharply at the fat quickly accumulating on your hips. The only way you've been able to get your thighs in seems to be praying and doing whatever you have to do to cram yourself into the unforgiving, stiff denim of jeans you outgrew too fast to even break in. every time you've let yourself succumb to another treat, another serving, the beer and sugary drinks has seriously started to stick.

and so have the habits. snacking is as automatic a routine as anything else in your day. deciding you wanted to eat things that were delicious and decadent more than worry about how it would make you fat has completely changed your relationship with food. you devour as much as you want, as often as you can. you can't help it anymore; you can hardly believe the extent of your gluttony. your whole life has started to change as you've embraced eating as a reflexive response to every situation. comfort, stress, curiosity and more often, just for fun.

the idea that you might actually get fat has become more real. and despite how you're so noticeably on your way into the category of "chubby", you simple take it as permission to eat even more shamelessly. It's partially out of disbelief; you're still not quite believing that you're finally gaining the weight you've always been so, so curious about.

but you are. it's softening everything about you and you're loving it even more than you guessed you might. so, i think, the only thing to do is...keep eating, right?

[greedy-feedist-deactivated20251]

I want to take such good care of you that you won't even notice how much weight you're gaining. With you constantly having your mouth full of delicious treats and being stoned, you won't have time to worry about how big you're getting.

[t-hunger]

you're finally soft. all the work you've done pushing your limits whenever you can are starting to spill over the waistbands of your jeans. Your waistbands all pinch sharply at the fat quickly accumulating on your hips. The only way you've been able to get your thighs in seems to be praying and doing whatever you have to do to cram yourself into the unforgiving, stiff denim of jeans you outgrew too fast to even break in. every time you've let yourself succumb to another treat, another serving, the beer and sugary drinks has seriously started to stick.

and so have the habits. snacking is as automatic a routine as anything else in your day. deciding you wanted to eat things that were delicious and decadent more than worry about how it would make you fat has completely changed your relationship with food. you devour as much as you want, as often as you can. you can't help it anymore; you can hardly believe the extent of your gluttony. your whole life has started to change as you've embraced eating as a reflexive response to every situation. comfort, stress, curiosity and more often, just for fun.

the idea that you might actually get fat has become more real. and despite how you're so noticeably on your way into the category of "chubby", you simple take it as permission to eat even more shamelessly. It's partially out of disbelief; you're still not quite believing that you're finally gaining the weight you've always been so, so curious about.

but you are. it's softening everything about you and you're loving it even more than you guessed you might. so, i think, the only thing to do is...keep eating, right?

[tumboodles]

im still not used to having a belly,, im so soft and heavy all of a sudden, even when im empty i have rolls of dough to squish and a deeper belly button and it weighs me down when i roll over and sit up and it bounces when i walk and it pushes against all my waistbands and shows through my shirts

[housecow]

my hands look so small against my belly omfg

[tianastummy]

you know you’ve been so fat for long enough now that i don’t even see it anymore. like? it just seems very normal? until you post a comparison and i’m snapped back to the reality that actually you’re obese to a point most people would find shocking, twice as wide as a healthy woman and almost three times as heavy. you look swollen darl, and it looks so natural i can’t imagine you any other way

i dont think the girl on the left ever expected to become the girl on the right

[tianastummy]

so round yet so soft

[softnyummy]

a lil' clip from a recent custom.. i look like a ball of FAT. i LOVE it.

find more of me on my OF~

[feedthemwell92-deactivated20250]

I just want a plaything to mold how I want to

I want to dumb you down and fatten you up, I want thinking and reading to be complex chores too much to focus on, I want to fill your body and mind with sludge and fat and watch you degrade mentally and physically by the day becoming more and more dependant on me as you lose more and more autonomy

Shoes are hard to put on? I'll help at first but you know it's easier to stay inside, and if you're staying inside all the time you don't need pants, or shirts or anything really who cares

Then I want to tie you up and pump you full with a feeding tube, keep your body constantly full constantly digesting only allowing you to move to take care of the basics, over stimulating you with a constant barrage of porn through a VR headset and a vibrator i exclusively control, i want to turn it on and leave it going from midnight till 8 in the morning i can, I'll destroy you're sense of time you'll sleep when I let you, I'll leave you there constantly pumping more food in when you digest even the littlest amount of food maybe it'll be one month maybe two you'll never know

Watch the pounds pile on and on as i twist you into my perfect toy

[feedeeandfeeder]

How to treat your girl once you fill her full of cheeseburgers 🍔