Fat Grrrl

24 | fat trans girl gaining weight :)

[jigglybabby]

Im the heaviest I’ve ever been rn 😵‍💫 literally at like 198!!!

Maybe if you feed me enough you can push me over the edge into 200 ;)

[lordofthelard]

If minor inconveniences due to your size are the worst you have ever experienced you are still in the honeymoon phase of your gaining journey. Enjoy it, while it lasts. Things will get serious soon enough. You'll be fatter than you ever imagined faster than you ever imagined. And you'll keep going and growing, even though you know that this is madness. Part of you is afraid (rightfully so) at what you're doing to yourself, part of you wants to see how far you can actually take this. Further than you ever imagined. I'll make sure of that.

[feederhub-deactivated20220502]

Extreme Feeder Fantasy

I'd give just about anything to be able to feed you forever. To surround you with endless food and feed it to you by the handful. I want to watch you grow everyday, watch as each new rolls forms on your enormous frame, to touch and jiggle you with one hand whilst I pile McDonalds into you with the other. Eventually you'd round out, losing any human form or semblance you once had and forming a human blubber ball. I'll make every inch of you so obese that even breathing is exercise, your chest so weighed down by layers upon layers of flab that pushing it up and down to keep your barely functional body going exhausts you. You'll rely on me for everything; your arms will be too fat to haul food into your mouth, speaking expends enough energy to leave you breathless and so your main method of getting my attention is wiggling your fingers as hard as you can, eventually managing to hit the button beneath your lard-filled hand that lets me know you're ready for feeding. Your fingers are so submerged in fat that moving them requires some effort, but when I see those pork sausages moving I know it's time to climb on top of you and fill you with thousands of calories. It can take hours to finally fill you, after which you're nearly dead from exhaustion from all the chewing, a challenging task as your various chins and boob fat has to be forced out of the way with each bite. Once you're finally full, stuffed with enough junk food to comfortably feed several families, you drift away into a hazy food coma. I have to push away the fat of your cheeks to fit on your oxygen mask so you aren't suffocated under your mattress of a body, but that's the price you pay for pure, unadulterated hedonism. You're only asleep for an hour or two at most however. That's when the hunger kicks in, the roaring sensation that kicks you back into life, and by that I mean you moan and wiggle your fingers in a desperate plea for another gorging session. Together we'll accept that our relationship is like no other; everything exhausts you, so we talk and communicate through food and warm smiles. Sex is a thing of the past, hell 30 seconds of it could kill you from the exertion, so instead it's replaced with feeding. Everything a normal couple would do is replaced with food and comfort, and that's okay for us. Don't think about anything else piggy, just eat.

[augustusbeauregloop-deactivated]

At 200 pounds, I said no one would notice the extra weight. My baggy clothes are now just very snug.

At 230 pounds, I said no one would notice the larger clothes I’d had to buy. Just one or a couple of sizes up- hardly a big deal… yet.

At 260 pounds, I said most people put on weight as time goes by anyway- and everyone has a slight waddle… don’t they?

At 280 pounds, I said my belt was getting old anyway. I’d started on the lowest hole but now I couldn’t reach the highest. Well when things need replacing…

At 300 pounds, I said clothes weren’t made like they used to be. Buttons break and seams burst far too easily. Time for some more new ones- just a few sizes up to be sure on this occasion.

At 330 pounds, I said rolling was actually a better way to get out of bed anyway. Why struggle to sit up when you can use your natural shape to help?

At 360 pounds, I said they really out to redesign door frames. They barely allow one person through nowadays, let alone two people passing by each other.

At 380 pounds, I said many people work from home and lots enjoy working in bed too. Why not after all? Much easier. No need for clothes either this way- saves money.

At 400 pounds, I said lots of people get a cleaner… and their partner does all the shopping… and earns all the money… why work anyway when they want to support you instead, urge you to relax instead? I could do with a few days doing nothing in bed. I’ll get up eventually.

At 450 pounds, I said it’s easy to allow a few days to become a few months… and why not when I’m told I look good like this. I might stay here just a few days more then I’ll get up and do something… probably.

At 500 pounds, I said that a few days had become a few months again- how did that happen? And yet it did. I said I’d do a bit of exercise soon.

At 550 pounds, I said so what if I can’t get up anymore? You can exercise laying down… and I said I’d start soon. Probably.

At 630 pounds, I said I may as well not bother thinking about when I’ll start some form of sedentary exercise as I can’t move much now anyway. I said yes, a crane would be good for when I need to be washed as rolling over is getting too tough, even when my partner heaves and puffs in their attempt to help.

At 700 pounds, I said it was wise of my partner to purchase a new bed last week. They read my mind- and saw my flesh overhang on both sides of it. Very proactive. Forget the pro-, I can’t even do the last bit, let alone make it pro!

At 750 pounds, I said it’s not unusual for people in certain groups to never see their feet. There are many reasons this occurs. I just can’t think of any right now but there are bound to be other reasons for it.

At 800 pounds, I said that yes, a funnel might help. They were right. It did. I didn’t even have to hold any food. The feeding tube did that for me. I said yes, I suppose getting an automatic one would save time and effort on their part.

At 840 pounds, I said I thought continuous feeding from the machine might be the next logical step, yes. I said it did solve the problem of remembering to check the machine as on a constant setting, except through the night, it needed a regular timed refill which was easier to remember. And that was indeed the last thing I said… out loud… for a tube in your mouth makes it hard to socialise.

At 870 pounds, I don’t even have to move a muscle now. The machine feeds me, the crane lifts me, my partner washes me… I just lay back and go with whatever is happening around me… and inside me.

At 900 pounds, I thought that increasing the machine speed might get done getting used to… but it became normal quite soon- as did the second and third rate increases. I thought it was good my partner aren’t enough to cover the costs.

At 950 pounds, I thought I couldn’t possibly get even bigger. Surely there’s a limit?

At 1000 pounds, I realised I was wrong. There appears to be no limit… or so my partner tells me and my body shows me… roll on the next milestone… it’ll be the only thing rolling. I haven’t even managed a slight twist for a year now…

[jigglybabby]

Continuous feeding?? Yes please

[feedthembetter-deactivated20221]

dream job? 700 pound bimbo that won’t stop eating

[peneloperouge]

Control

I've reached my goal.

I'm the heaviest I've ever been and now I can't stop.

I can't stop guzzling. Eating. Feasting..

You keep my belly tight as a drum and do absolutely everything you can to keep me from moving even the slightest.

You could say I'm spoiled...

But the truth is I'm stuck. My body is far too heavy to lug around. I can't even roll over.

You push me into a sitting position just to dump more food into me.

You spread my legs to help me stretch.

Hell, when I get winded just from lifting my hand to my face you take over.

You have complete control now and it's absolutely terrifying.

I'm so weak, heavy, and full.

The cascading rolls of fat on my tummy have disappeared since you've been feeding me for 18 hours a day keeping me as full as I can stand it.

You weren't joking when you told me that you wanted me pinned to the bed.

You still tie me down though. Maybe you're afraid I might just retaliate and try to stop you..or maybe you just want that much control over me.

While I lay here day in and day out with this funnel stuffed into my mouth I can only see myself growing.

My bulging belly so swollen with food that I can't even see the tips of my toes.

My arms jutting out atop the mountain of rolls from my sides.

You jiggle and wobble my water bed like belly and it slowly wobbles back and forth gurgling and bubbling inside.

"You're only going to get bigger, pig."

With those words I picture my demise.

Because I know you will not break your promise.

You force cheeseburgers, brownies, pizza, pasta, hot dogs, milkshakes, and donuts into me.

Through my whining and burping my gut continues to bulge outward.

I'm getting fucking huge.

At this point I'm an object for your disposal.

My entire being encased in fat. My life is just me being fat. Fatter.

I'm barely human now. But a vat to store more weight. More lard. More of your fantasies.

You decide to put a mirror above me so I can see the damage that I've done to myself. The delicious...indulgent..damage.

My knees no longer exist but under a sea of thick swollen thighs. My ankles swallowed up between my chubby engorged feet and legs, spread as far as they can go.

My thighs...oh god my thighs.

They're so stuffed with fat they are pushing my legs apart. I'm forced to lay spread eagle by my own sea of blubber.

Three heavy rolls built up around my legs, fighting for more room. I no longer can even wiggle my lower half now.

Then there's my stomach..

Basically a slab of meat surrounding my entire midsection, protruding forward mostly. Thick rolls built up behind me laying atop my bulbous ass. If out-of-shape was a person, it would be me. A shapeless mass of flesh.

Every day you look for me to be bigger.

"I'm surprised I could even get you this big. You make such a good hog, don't stop eating for me."

You really know how to get to me..I've lost all control and autonomy to you.

You've installed a catheter so I can at least do that.

But..your wicked fantasies of having total control have cost me some of my dignity.

Deep inside me you've decided to fit a hose.

Either to help relieve me, or pump me even more full. I'm at your disposal.

On the days you want me to be stretched and filled taut..those are the days I regret this sometime.

The sound of the machine stirring to life. You readying me to be pumped dangerously full...

My throat working to swallow your thick, hearty, calorie filled shake.

My ass throbbing from the hose working more calories up inside me.

You press your hands against my tank of a stomach, waiting for it to balloon against your palms.

I groan from the pressure.

I'm already helpless. What if you decide today is the day I pop like a slowly filled water balloon? What if my pleading falls on deaf ears while my body finally gives out and bursts?

Oh god..the pleasure of does bring me..

You know exactly how to stroke me and when I'm ready to cum. That's what stops me from stopping you.

You press the vibrating wand under me, my weight locking it in place. The hose pulsing.

You rub my drum tight gut as it rises, kissing and gently shaking it to hear the audible noises.

I know I'm well over three thousand pounds at this point. The last scale could only hold a ton.

My only job now is to guzzle and glut myself heavier. To hold more weight and keep it on.

Your hands rub my vast gelatinous under belly as it blows up with every gulp and stir.

I've become massive. My body barely fits in the reflection of the mirror above. I'm a literal ocean of fat.

What once was an average sized body is now super sized. But my super sized appetite, both hunger and sexual has gotten me here and you're just my enabler.

You're more than my enabler in fact...my pusher.

Pushing more food and calories into me.

Pushing me to take it all in.

Pushing me into positions that only please you.

Pushing your hands deep into my mountain of flesh to see how far they can go.

As my heart now beats irregularly and I question how long it can hold out..you've slowed your pace but haven't stopped.

I can no longer move at all. Not even a finger nor a toe since they're so swollen with fat. I think my body is having trouble finding places to store the fat now. It only took nearly two tons.

My anxiety has started to pick up.

How many more calories until my heart blows up?

How many more orgasms?

My days are numbered.

But while I lay here, emptying myself with your assistance... My dignity completely gone, my will to strive for a healthier life non-existent, and my body slowly failing...all I can think about is..

How much more you can fit inside of me.

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[doughy-femboy]

When I become barely mobile I want you to set up a camera, that's up high looking down onto my mattress, it'll constantly be live streaming so we can document my big fat life from moments like struggling to get up , using a cpap cause my obesity gave me sleep apnea ,my first heart attack, becoming completely immobile , having to be carried out by multiple men on a tarp... the list is endless and I can't see what you'll do to me first

[soflafa]

The CDC recommends wearing a mask in public, but I also recommend wearing one at home too…just to be safe.

[waddlegirl]

❤️❤️❤️

[palmfeeder-deactivated20221030]

CDC recommended calorie intake be 4,000 a day I suppose 😆.

[toofattoomove]

Lock me in my bedroom and feed me 20000 calories a day until I’m too wide to leave my room 💕

[toofattoomove]

Eating myself to death isn’t a goal, is an inevitability 😈

[thefatbookworm-deactivated20210]

Truth!! My diet and lifestyle choices along with my desire to become fatter and fatter mean that my life expectancy has shortened drastically over the last few years. In short I sure as hell won't see out the entirety of my forties 🖤🖤

[rock-a-belly-deactivated2018122]

[prize-pig-collection]

This is an “always reblog” for me

[brendakthedonutgirl]

@cryssymcfatfat #goals

[toonpatriot94-deactivated202202]

Eat lard, grow lard 🐷

[feedherism-deactivated20210521]

REBLOG IF YOU'RE DESTINED TO BECOME BED-BOUND

[waddlegirl]

Yes!

[fatfully]

[obesefuture]

[boc1998-deactivated20211228]

[iwantthemextrasoft]

Boobs+ Belly

[reyoflight28]

Forced to jiggle my own fat gut

Forced to jiggle my own fat gut

[peneloperouge]

Use me

Let me be your experiment.

Do whatever you want with me.

Choke me, bound me, gag me, smack my ass and degrade me.

Call me your fat piggy slut.

Roll me over and fuck me while my face is buried in slop.

Feed me while you fuck me.

Watch me wriggle and writhe while you mercilessly stuff my insides.

Grow me real fucking big.

Force feed me until my legs no longer need to be spread with a spreader bar.

Let me pass 600 lbs with ease.

Call me your worthless pile of lard while you fuck my mouth.

That's the only thing I'm good for is eating.

Use all of my holes. Make sure all 3 are filled.

Stuff cake down my throat until I nearly choke and drown it down with milk.

Fill me with sugar and keep me dumb.

Mold me into your own mindless blob.

Tell me I'm just being used to store fat and my life has no other purpose.

Only to grow.

Remind me of how useless I've become since getting too fat to even roll myself over.

Even you struggle to roll me over, but you do. Just to fuck me and jiggle my huge ass cheeks.

My ass is growing too big for you to reach anything.

My stomach is permanently bloated with thick gaining shake constantly flowing into me.

Stuff me passed 800 lbs.

Tell me I've become a useless sack of lard only to be filled with blubber until I pop.

Whisper how you'll send me to an early grave just by feeding me to death. Then you'll move on to the next hog.

Another young life taken by obesity.

Or buried, you should say.

Bring me endless piles of burgers and pizza to devour.

Dump gallons of grease into your feeding tube and don't stop until my chest starts to tighten.

I need my arteries thick with fat along with the rest of my body.

Heart engulfed in fat.

Organs surrounded by fat.

My options will soon limit.

I chose this life and you chose to enable me.

A life of gluttony with no sense of self control.

Now make me pay for it.

Watch me swallow globs of cake batter and frosting.

Hear my monstrous belly gurgle from indigestion that I choose to ignore.

Funnel feed me until there are tears filling my eyes.

My heart pounds.

My head spins.

Watch as I glut myself up to 1500 lbs.

My arms and legs so filled with fat that they lay uselessly by my sides.

Mounds of fleshy rolls draping over every inch of my body, pinning me down.

More.

More you pump into me while rubbing my plump mound engulfing my pussy, your hand swallowed by two globs of thigh fat.

My body working hard just to find places to fit more fat.

Tell me if I keep going you'll need a crane just to haul my enormous body out when you're done with me.

Let me feel like an object.

Something you just want to use for your own self gratification.

My struggling will subside and I will completely submit. It's the only thing left to do.

To lay like a hopeless hog, too fat to do anything other than eat.

Gorging. Growing. Widening.

Your lust for more of me will blind you.

You'll be so entangled with forcing me to grow you yourself will become out of control.

Pushing more into me, more food and calories than any human should consume.

You won't care. You just want your pleasure. Your satisfaction. You want to see the scale only go up and never down.

I'll be a mess. A wheezing, gasping, heavy mess.

But I'll have nothing left to choose.

Just to eat and grow.

While you play with my body and watch it spread, proud of what you have made.

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