ATTENTION: I'm BACK Babies! But I will probably not be as active with the reblogs as I've once been, prolly will post some more OC, if I feel like it, havem't posted much of it!
Hey, welcome to this blog! So happy for every follower I get!
This blog is just me reblogging things I like, as well as posting my thoughts on the different scenarios of feedism, and tbh som h*rny posts!
A little about me:
-Born 2001
-Lives in Sweden, working as a welder sawmill operator
-I am both a feeder and a feedee, switching regurarly in between them, but not actively gaining aorn nor feeding someone (maybe you can change it)
-CW: 93 kg (205 lbs) HW: 110 kg (242 lbs) LW: 79 kg (174 lbs) GW(If I find a feeder): 200 kg (440 lbs) at the minimum
-I am bisexual
-Mutual gaining and contrast are both hot
-Extremely in love with XWG (extreme weight gain), I fantasize about it atleast twice a day, as well as rapid wg
-DMs are open, if you'd like to talk about fattening me up or want me to fatten you up ;)
-AMA, about basically everything, I will answer all asks to the best of my abilities
And as a closing statement, this blog is not for minors, as it is a fetish blog. So if you are a minor, could you kindly f off
Sincerely // Knubb
Edit: Added a jar of kinks
I have others kinks not mentioned in this, as I'm switching regurarly between wanting to fatten or get fatter myself, so just ask, dms open
mutual gaining couple that just canât stop growing together.
it all began with boundless excitement. however it happened, whether through feabie, tumblr, or just by chance out in the world, they're together now, and they both want to get fatter. maybe they both started rather small, maybe one was a little bigger than the other. regardless, they both had crazy fantasies sure, but neither thought theyâd ever get THAT big. they each had busy lives, things they thought they valued and wanted to preserve. and despite the pounds quickly starting to show, they both believed, eventually, self-control would win. theyâd both have a moment of clarity, both simultaneously realizing âokayâŠweâve had our fun, but things have gotten a little out of handâŠletâs tone things down. diet, exercise, find a weight range that works for each of us, and weâll still find ways to have our funâŠâ
but as the weights creep up, as those clothes tighten and new wardrobe pieces display added Xs, as that furniture creaks, as daily step counts dwindle, that moment of clarity keeps being delayed. those mitigation strategies, dieting, exercise, nothing ends up sticking. maybe one of them tries to start going to the gym, at least for some light treadmill action. but those gym clothes arenât fitting, and the entire process of getting ready proves to be as exhausting as the actual exercise. getting up from the couch, getting changed, squeezing into the car or into public transportation, actually getting through the front door, all before finally arriving at a treadmill. all of that proves to be a workout on its own, so by the time our porker starts to waddle along on the lowest speed theyâre already gassed. maybe they manage another gym trip or two after this initial endeavor, but it quickly falls by the wayside. a failed attempt to slow down the train, something that inevitably becomes jerk off material for them both. âremember when you/I tried to start going to the gym? what a silly ideaâŠâ
because really, how could either of them expect to stop something theyâve both wanted since the day they were born? maybe theyâve had feedist flings before, maybe not. maybe theyâve tried gaining before, maybe not. but both have now found themselves in the relationship theyâve always dreamed of, with the person theyâve always dreamed of, someone who shares not only their sexual fantasies, but wants the same things out of life. theyâre both experiencing a different kind of clarity, a growing wave of self-fulfillment. it all feels so right. this is everything they've ever wanted. when you've achieved your greatest dream, why would you ever give it up?
sure thereâs been challenges, thereâs been sacrifices. work for both of them has gotten more complicated, office clothes/uniforms are being outgrown too quickly, coworkers have been gossiping, maybe a piece of workplace furniture has already given way under a tubby bottom. social lives have fallen by the wayside as hangouts with friends seem to always be cancelled last minute in favor of yet another mutual stuffing session. and when one of them does manage to get out for a fun time, theyâre always met by concerned stares, awkward attempts at asking âis everything okay?â more active things, hikes, walks in the city, ice skating. things they both used to do with friends are just not feasible now for either of them. maybe they get an invite to an event involving one of those things and itâs a total disaster. wardrobe malfunctions due to a closet in desperate need of sizing up, anything more than a few feet resulting in sweating, heavy breathing. maybe theyâre still at a size were such activity would be completely feasible, but only through a regular gym habit that neither of them have. so they come home to their partner, upset, embarrassed, but unavoidably turned on.
the two of them deal with these emotions like they deal with everything: food and sex. and they both understand all these challenges, they go through it all together. they understand these desires, and what happens when they start becoming reality. the love between them grows deeper, the connection even more co-dependent, relying on one another for comfort and support, both emotional and literal, physical support. they help each other get dressed, get out of bed, basic tasks made so much harder from simple laziness and gluttony. they make subtle adaptations, adjustments. the more active friends simply become acquaintances, occasionally texting or falling out of contact completely, while the others appear content with hangouts requiring as little physical activity as possible. the two of them begin reaching out to local feedist circles and making online connections, finding others near them with the same lifestyle, others who âget itâ and are experiencing the same challenges. they find remote jobs, take online courses to help them change careers if necessary. maybe one of them, or both, starts selling feedist content, maybe eventually making enough from this that one of them, or both, can avoid to quit working all together. new, more sedentary hobbies are picked up if they hadnât been already. gaming, movies, model building. cooking and baking skills are picked up as well if they havenât already. thereâs always baking in the oven, always something bubbling on the stove, always something delicious in the slow cooker. constant taste tests, one of them waddling over to the bed or couch demanding the other try this new recipe. they host constant dinner parties, both with new feedist friends and old friends who don't seem worried with what's happening, accepting and aware of the fact that our two tubsters have never been happier. whether itâs all been on purpose or not, theyâve stopped fighting, they've stopped trying to live in ways that contradict with who they truly are and what they truly want.
so all of this continues on, day after day, month after month. because of all of those adjustments, that promised moment of clarity just never happens. our gainers continue living this way, falling deeper and deeper into this new world they've made for themselves. it had in truth happened long along, but their lives now completely revolve around around gaining. heavier weights, once thought to be fantasy, are now talked about as inevitable. they had weight goals before, but instead of casually working towards them, adjusting both speed and scope as life got in the way, the main focus of daily life becomes reaching those goals. things speed up, accelerating at a pace neither of them thought was possible. maybe they switch between feeder and feedee from time to time. one of their gains takes precedence, takes up more of both of their attentions. maybe that's always been the case, maybe one of them has always been the main "feeder" and the other the main "feedee." but no matter what dynamic exists between them, both continue to get fatter and fatter. both simply want to keep growing, and to make sure the other continues to grow. leaving the house has become increasingly rare for both of them. every day becomes an endless, hedonistic blur. all day gaming sessions, movie and tv show marathons. grocery and fast food deliveries every few hours. if they aren't having sloppy, sweaty sex, at least one of them has a hand down their pants at any given moment, with the other hand grabbing onto something soft, whether its one of their rolls or one from their fellow glutton. the cooking and baking continues, both have gotten quite gifted and each has multiple recipes that they've mastered, both taste and calories maximized. but the simple fact is that they've started to outgrow their kitchen. only one can be there in it at a time, and even though it's become a tight squeeze. standing for long enough to finish cooking something become impossible long ago, and the amount of official kitchen chairs that have been broken is already too many to count. all the furniture that can be reinforced, has been. they've ordered a custom made, reinforced, double bariatric bed, with a one ton weight limit. not a day goes by when at least one of them doesn't get off to the thought of breaking it. the point of no return was passed long ago. diets and exercise are attempted from time to time, but always with the clear intent of failure, just another way to enjoy their size, just another way to remind them of where things are at now. whatever lives they had before this relationship began are gone now, and they couldn't be happier. the next step is moving to a new place, one with every possible amenity to make what's coming next as easy as possible. they even make sure there's a guest bedroom. they both know why.
it's a few years in now. the only activities they get up to are eating, fucking and playing with each otherâs blubber, often all three at the same time. anything else either one of them gets up to is just a distraction. it's hard to focus on playthrough 10 of fallout new vegas when you feel your gut brushing the carpet as you sit on the struggling sofa. or when your lover comes waddling in with the morning's fourth pipping bag of bavarian cream. it was always there, but perhaps the biggest challenge one of them would've had to just slowing this all down or even stopping it, was each other. maybe there was a couple other genuine attempts, like that gym fiasco. but now that they're both full immersed in this lifestyle, neither can find the strength to support the other in these attempts. and its not on purpose, thought diet and weight loss sabotage are fantasies they share. it's just...the food doesn't stop. the other person shows no desire to join you, and you love that about them. both of you go days without leaving the house. how could one ever expect to lose weight in such an environment? especially when that's the kind of environment they've both been dreaming to live in? why would you want to give that up? how could you ever?
no matter what the dynamic was before, one of them eventually takes over as a primary feeder and caretaker, their own gains slowing down a significant amount. thereâs definitely a size difference between them of at least 150-200lbs. the bigger one is a complete couch potato, barely managing more than 50 steps a day, regularly consuming 8,000 calories every day, everything being provided for them. the smaller one? the only thing that gets them off the couch is the desire to get more food for their piggy. this is just enough motivation to get them off the couch to waddle to their now larger, yet still tight kitchen or outside to pick up food deliveries. the big one canât seem to find the energy to even get up for these things, despite wanting the small one to keep ballooning as well. but the small one doesnât seem to mind one bit, even as those clumsy waddles get harder and harder by the day. this was a natural step. eventually, one of them was going to give in completely a little quicker, accept the inevitable a little faster, while the other still clings to some degree of normalcy. and one of them has to stay mobile. at least for now.
the big one unsurprisingly hits immobility first, but those last steps had been taken long ago by that point. they'd both made preparations long ago to get ready for this moment, and it allows the big one to settle into such a life comfortably. the small one is perfectly content caring for their now positively blob-like partner, but itâs tough to fulfill that role when you can barely get up from the couch on your own. itâs tough to clean under an immense gut when youâre too weak and flabby to even come close to lifting it all the way. the small one manages despite the difficulty, being a caretaker keeps them from reaching immobility thanks to the added physical activity and despite the need for frequent breaks, but only for now. the small one's appetite hasn't changed, and the clock is ticking. they havenât managed to have anything close to ânormalâ sex in a very long time, but at this point, itâs just the frantic squishing together of flab, chubby fingers grabbing rolls, sweaty folds slapping, desperate humping and grinding, huffing, puffing, moaning. luckily, the whole scenario is so incredibly erotic to them that just a couple minutes of this is all it takes, enough jiggling reaches sensitive, buried genitals, to bring thunderous orgasms. and while the small tried to clean them both up after, it become clear to them both after a particular session that it's just impossible now. so they both reach out, asking in those feedist circles they'd become key members of, and eventually find a local feeder, one who appears beyond excited to care for such a gargantuan couple, and make sure they can keep this all going. after a hangout at the couple's place, and the heaviest menage a trois of all time, they all click, and soon the feeder moves in to that extra bedroom, quickly taking over as caretaker. everything is given over to the feeder, all the remaining responsibilities these two butterballs have. the small one slows down. no more waddling around, no more struggling to take care of the big one despite how much they loved doing so. it's all coming full circle.
the small one sits down next to their quadruple digit parter, in the center of their massive bedroom, one that they almost never see the outside of. large windows provide plenty of natural light. itâs snowing outside. the small one takes a look at the thick blankets of snow being laid outside, thinking those mightâve be the last steps they ever take. they smile at the thought, and stuff a donut into their mouth, the sweetness sending shivers down their spine and between their legs, and reach over to do the same to their partner. the feeder steps in, placing another donut into the small oneâs mouth, and then another to the big one. back and forth, back and forth, an elaborate funnel set-up hanging above them, the sound of a blender getting their afternoon shakes ready. itâs finally the small one's turn to relax, to sit, to grow and swell, to let themselves let go of those final responsibilities, to fully give into mindless hedonism alongside the love of their life. both have had to stay in some form of control, ensuring the other is cared for, ensuring life can continue as is. even the big one, despite reaching a bed-bound state first, remained somewhat aware, retained as much responsibility as they could. but now, they both can just let go. there's nothing in the way now. their true dreams have now been realized. just the two of them, nothing but fat, food, and more, more, more. the small one gives the big one a kiss with glaze coated lips as their feeder, having stood up to retrieve the gallons of shake that await these happy fatties, looks on, equally as joyful, thinking to themselves, "they just couldn't stop, and now they never have to."
