♡just one more bite♡

nsfw. 25. ffa. did you eat yet, hon?

[justonemorebite]

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this is a kink blog. MINORS DNI.

- ageless blogs immediately blocked

- i’m 25. 35+ please don’t dm

- dms open for mutuals, just don’t be weird

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

- ffa, lover of big soft boys

- NOT a feedee or mutual gainer

- enjoys both gentle and hard feedism :-)

- not (currently) looking for an irl feedee, but will happily chat with any (if you’re cool) <3

- will help your gains via encouragement, but i’m not your gal if you’re looking for financial support

[newkidintownme]

accidentally got fat 😔 do your worst

Received this wonderfully squishy submission from an enormous fat slob. He was always a chubby kid, but decided to lose some weight one day and he got very jacked and lean. Unfortunately, there’s something like fat memory too, similar to the more known muscle memory. His fat cells wanted to blow up again and so did this fatso. He bounced back to his old weight by picking up old habits again and as a result his soft paunch bounces again too now. I wonder what your old gym buddies would think of you now you’ve become a very greedy piggy. I can’t even imagine how humiliating it would be to not even fit into you old fat clothes anymore. I’d buy new swimming trunks if I were you, chubbs, or maybe not, ‘cause I don’t think it’s a good idea to flaunt that enormously fat body around at the beach anymore.

[chunkylilffa]

grow so fat that it's pathetic.

people see you and naturally take pity on you.

you're so big, everything must be such hard work.

everyone knows you'll be panting and out of breath if you have to do things for yourself.

you're really meant to just sit there and look pretty anyway~

[danielle-feeder-deactivated2025]

I love how you’re so blissfully unaware of what’s truly happening to you.

How far your mind has slipped.

How big you’re truly going to get.

You thought in your head a few pounds wouldn’t hurt.

Eating for a hot girl wasn’t so bad.

You could lose it anyways.

Oh how wrong you were fatty.

You’ve blown up since you’ve met me.

Your belly expanding outward.

Love handles pouring over your sides.

Jiggling like a bowl of jello.

Ass and thighs widening out. Wobbling with every step you take.

Tits swelling up.

Face plumping up.

Yet you’re blissfully unaware.

Gorging your little heart out.

Packing pound after pound onto your body just because I told you to.

I just keep watching as you finally become permanently addicted.

A glutton forever.

Mine forever❤️

[turbolovefatties]

You are getting fat because I like it. You are not able to refuse me, because if I want something, I will get it. You are in a vicious circle consisting of overeating and weight gain. You will never be able to lose weight because of weak willpower, and you will also simply become too big. Your belly will want food and you will become addicted to overeating even more. You will forget about the world around you and become just a huge whale. You will stop being embarrassed by your belly, your weight, your folds and will start to enjoy the fact that you constantly have little food and little fat. Your weight will grow and grow and at one point it will reach 300 kilograms, however, this is not the limit, but let this be our secret🤫

[bigpuppycow-deactivated20250930]

Im gonna get so fucking big

[thecrownestt]

And what's wrong with wanting to turn someone into the societal image of a glutton?

It's not enough to be fat, I want to see the addict brain. It needs to be an ugly decline. I should know that leaving any food within arm's reach will be eaten, even if the craving isn't there, even if the desire isn't there.

That first adjustment to living with a feeder is rough. Yes it's heaven to be treated well, to not be bothered by any responsibility. The food though. You never ate so much than you did in the first week. Discomfort. Forceful. Laboring on those final bites of a portion multiple times a day.

It fucks you up. You could go well into the next day without even thinking of food. But it's brought early and often. The first sweet and savory morsels trigger you. If you don't have food, you can be fine. If you have food... you can't stop until it runs out, or until you shut down.

How bad does one year of gaining like this hit?

Pleas of needing to slow down, admitting that unless I play along... you'll never find the part of you that can slow down. Anxious, panicked eating. Knowing it's getting BAD. Realizing the reality of being bedridden isn't a fantasy... it happens to people like you. The ones who get accustomed to 3000 calories a day, then 4000, 5000. Never finding a routine where you aren't adjusting to more snacks and meals.

Days become routine. Addicts crave it. Funnels and shakes on Monday. Entire cakes on Tuesday. An entire batch of cookies for Wednesday. Then you start craving the funnel on Thursday again.

The second year puts you in way too deep.

It never became enough. It's embarrassing to have become so trapped in the cycle, but the thought of giving it up is horrifying. Eating quiets the voices. You don't move enough to notice the added weight. You're a shut in. Anything challenging is removed.

It's insanity to process how much food you eat. How much is forced into you when you are already at the point of exhaustion. Becoming accustomed to waking at 4am with something soft and sweet being pushed past your lips. It fucks with your sleep, but food helps you feel drowsy again anyway.

Crying when you break the couch. Unable to get up. Pleading for a break when I situate you in bed next to a plate of desserts. Watching as your eyes glaze over once I prod you to eat. You shut off. Grunting, wheezing as you start plucking food off the tray one piece at a time. Your bed is the only place in the home that can hold your weight. Your own home has become inaccessible.

The failure of your life brings you to this. Bedridden. Soon to be immobile.

[ebc-art]

A little bit of motivation to stay nice and sedentary for all you piggies out there

A message someone sent me made me run numbers

If you can get your average step counts down to 650 that means it takes over TWO WEEKS to move your piggy little body as much as a normal person should MINIMUM, PER DAY.

Imagine that. A time lapse of you lounging around, sitting on your ever fatter ass for two weeks of lazing and stuffing your piggy little throat with treats, for an entire two weeks. And all that adds up to the activity that healthy people are getting done every single waking day.

So I think 650 is a really attractive goal for your step counts. Anyone hitting those low numbers has reached a peak of sedentary indulgence.

[justonemorebite]

looooot of yall wanna call me mommy but don’t want to wish me a happy mother’s day ?????

[dadbodthicc]

Convince me dirty bulking is the only way to go. then quietly cancel my gym membership and throw out all my exercise equipment too. And when I ask why I’m getting so fat, shut me up with a burger 🍔

[fleetwoodbigmacs]

I used to be skinny would you believe it.

[widenorth]

Not too far from the floor

[inactivelurket]

✧∘* ✧･ﾟbigger guys✧∘* ✧･ﾟ

you meet me at the gym. maybe i caught your eye from the squat rack or maybe you watched as a downed a bottle of water during a break. it doesn't matter--we get to talking. eventually, you realize, i come to that gym everyday, and soon we get to exchanging numbers. i come across as this demure, young cardiobunny with a bit of an obsession for you, and maybe you're just looking to score.

it doesn't matter. i tell you that i like bigger guys. you ask me about my opinion of you, and i suggest that you could eat a few more calories. after all, it's bulking season. you don't really think that your 10% body fat is gonna maintain all the way to summer, do you? i suggest a mass gainer shake brand, and although you forget most of our conversation, on your way home, you couldn't help but stop by a grocery store and pick some up.

that's when i start asking you about it. i recommend, after our respective work-outs when we're downing out protein shakes, you take your mass gainer at the same time. it's efficiency, after all. you say you want to ease into it, but after meeting my eyes as the bottle touches your lips, something changes in you.

i go to the gym everyday, and when i see you enter, i ask about the shakes. you did bring some with you, right? you won't get any gains if you don't eat right after! didn't you know that? and that brand isn't even that good anyway. who told you to get that? let's head to your place after--i'll show you how to make a real shake.

that's when it becomes a daily routine--well, it started to, before your lethargy got to you. post-workout, i'd head over and whip up something special for you--gobs of peanut butter, mass gainer, heavy cream, protein powder, the works--all in the comfort of your own blender. you start to question if all of this is really necessary, but i did tell you big guys were better, and are you gonna tell me i'm wrong? look at you. don't get self-deprecating now. i like how much you've gained!

the daily work-out dates turn to me seeing you after, crashed out on the couch. you head to the gym a few times a week, but not as commonly as before. you've just been so tired lately, i get it. rest days are even more important for recovery, though. it's doctors' orders-you need more sleep, and you need more shakes. when you're not ordering DoorDash, i'm the one cooking for you. a shake goes with every meal--it's mandatory. and you love it. they taste good! why think so hard about it when i'm smiling when you do it?

in fact, going to the gym at all is just cutting down the muscle you already have, don't you know that? you need some time to regain mass. you might as well quit your job--it's so demanding, isn't it? i could support both of us easily, and why would i want you to risk burning more calories out and about? it'd be much easier for you to sit on the couch and regroup, watch some TV, watch some porn, and eat.

you quit your job, because it's sucked the soul out of you, honestly. you've moved in with me, because there's no reason to live separately when we spend all our time together. you can't go five minutes without one of my shakes or my meals, after all. you're honestly a real glutton now, if i'm being honest. whenever i return from my daily gym visit, i make sure to bring you plenty of take-out, or three pizzas, or a few Subway footlongs, just to make sure you're well-fed. you've added probably 100lbs of mass at this point. it'd be a shame for all that hard work to go to waste.

you barely move from the couch, and i think it's starting to get to you. your gym buddies are all wondering what happened, and you can barely get the strength to sit-up by yourself, but that mental turmoil seems to dissipate when you're eating. it just tastes too good, doesn't it, baby? you're so full, but you love when i bring a fork to your lips, or a slice of pizza to your mouth. you love when i nod affirmatively, smiling as i watch you down another one of my shakes.

you especially love when i ride you. all those past memories, memories of athletic prowess, of high school cheerleaders, of locker room chats, all seem to fade away. the rush of a new PR, the delight in pumping iron, it's all gone. you spread your thick, plumped-out thighs outward and i straddle you as the TV plays. it's hard to get a good hold on your cock with that gut in the way, but you're so hard, so needy, so hot--i plunge myself on it right away. you feel my tight, toned body squeeze the life out of you, hearing the wet slaps of your balls on my defined, perky ass. you might not be able to move as well now, but i certainly can. i'm the tightest you've ever had, and my tits are pressed up against your face.

you're sweating, and you're not even moving. well, not intentionally, anyway. your tits are bouncing more than mine, let's be honest. everything about me is perky and defined, firm--even my ribs are apparent. but you? you're a pig. your moans almost sound like oinks, that's how much pressure you've put on your body. you stare up at me riding your cock, and because of your porn-rotten brain and how pathetic you are, you cum almost immediately, like always. doesn't matter. i give you a hearty dose of Viagra with your mass gainer shake after, and i use your cock for the next few hours. i get horny after the gym, what can i say?

you've blown at least four loads into my wet cunt at this point, and although my stamina hasn't faltered, you're completely spent. your cock is so overstimulated, you wince at the slightest touch. i know this, baby, and i care about you so much, so i make sure i've licked every inch of it clean. i stare up at you from this angle, but i can barely see your face behind your gut. you've really let yourself go, haven't you? you're shaking, overfed, overstimulated, bound to this couch under your own poor decisions. why even leave the house? they're all just gonna make fun of you. you think your gym buddies won't have a few choice words to say about you when you make your return?

you don't care about this, about any of this. your brain is so melted from the constant dopamine, the constant pleasure, that you've lost all self-awareness. your daily schedules consists of cable TV, countless hours of porn and touching your pathetic cock, and, of course, eating everything in sight. you're a complete degenerate, but you're my complete degenerate.

i did tell you i liked bigger guys.

[justonemorebite]

roomie and i talked last night and he said he wants to get back on his “bulk” and gain again. i tell him that’s cool & sexy and i support.

today i’m making a brownie box mix for my weekly countertop treat, and i tell him i used butter instead of oil and a combo of coffee/heavy cream instead of water. he laughed and said “so, i’m pretty much dirty bulking whether i like it or not, right?”

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[herald-of-heftiness]

Too fat for every single thing I'm wearing. Shirt, can't cover my belly, pants too snug, suspenders almost swallowed as my belly bulges around it.

[justonemorebite]

is anyone out there writing ho/lla/nov feedism fics because i’ve read them all on ao3 and desperately need more asap

[gh0stbelly]

Just calculated and my evening stuffing was 5.5k calories total. I feel so fucked rn. Struggling so much just to wriggle around in bed. The pressure is so immense. I wanna write something hot and exciting here but I literally can’t think. Can’t focus on anything except the ache of my stuffed gut. Turn up the volume if you wanna hear my strained panting

[laaauraeve]

“Aww, poor piggy. Did you eat too much? That’s okay, we can take a break for now..”

I can’t help but pity you a bit when you get like this. In too deep, flushed and struggling to catch your breath, stuck in place like a beached whale.

“You’ve been so good for me, piggy.” I purr in your ear, playing with your hair. “And it’s gotten me all worked up.” I slip off my shorts and panties and, in a smooth motion, slide myself across your thighs so I sit straddling you. I reach a hand out to brush your stuffed gut and you whimper in pain. You would have flinched away if you weren’t weighed down right now.

“Aw, it’s okay, piggy. Don’t you want to make me feel good?” The whimpers of pain begin to mix with pleasure as I lightly run my hand around your belly. “Good boy.”

I rise onto my knees and start slowly grinding my heat against your fatpad. I brush lightly, just barely touching as I move up to your lower stomach, running my wet pussy up and down the line of your happy trail. I relish in every reaction you give me: every whine and moan, every whimper of pain and pleasure and overstimulation. You shake underneath me with pleasure and anticipation.

I stop for a second when I brush against your dick, rock-hard and half-buried in the soft blubber of your fat pad and inner thighs. Of course, your boxers are already damp. “You’ve really got no self control at all, do you?” I muse. Pathetic.

I rub myself over your tip, teasing myself with slow, circular motions. The roughness of the material of your boxers against my swollen clit makes me moan with pleasure.

“Yeah, you like that..?” You murmur through panted breaths.

I slow, stop.

“Don’t pretend like you’re doing any work here, fatty.” I start again, rubbing progressively harder circles against you. “All you’ve done is sit here and stuff yourself into a useless pile of lard. That’s your role, big boy. Sit here, eat yourself even fatter and more pathetic than you were before, and let me get off on it. Don’t forget it.”

You let out a loud moan as you soak through your boxers again. I don’t let up.

“Too- hard. It hurts—“ I interrupt your complaint with another donut shoved into your open mouth. You let out several muffled whines and moans through the mouthful as I rub myself against you 3 more times. After one final hard circle against your cock, I pull away and look at you.

You look huge. Covered in thick, heavy fat. Breathing heavily from the strain of your constant hedonism, the effects of your gluttonous habits are written all over your body.

Your eyes are fixed on me, silently pleading but half-lidded, like you’re exhausted. Your cheeks are round and smeared with chocolate icing. Your jaw is still working on the donut, and the chins under it jiggle as you chew.

You look pathetic. Your neck and shoulders are softened with fat, your arms round and flabby. Your chest has been buried underneath two fat man-tits, followed by thick rolls of fat that stretch all the way to your back.

Your stomach is the star of the show, though. The upper half, swollen from all the food you stuffed down, pushes up against your tits and upper rolls. From there it hangs forward, heavy and round and red, littered with stretch marks. It commands space in your lap, and stretches around your hips into big, puffy love handles.

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a/n: i might add more to this later (likee some actual sex 🙂‍↕️), but i like what i have rn :p . i cant keep waiting for everything to be perfect or whatever to post it yk.

obese men ❤️❤️❤️ you have my heart.