KRISPYLOVER

Hey everyone, welcome to my blog! After gaining a lot of weight I've started to enjoy being a fat pig and now I can't control myself anymore haha 🐖 I'm open to your messages, so feel free to ask or comment! 26, bi

[krispytyrantkoala]

Almost 100 lbs difference...

Still just a little chubby, right? 😉

[bigfatbob4you]

Of course it is...

Why wouldn't I love myself? It's been a struggle, but I'm there now and everyone else can pound sand.

[krispytyrantkoala]

My belly feels soo heavy lately 🤯

I just can't stop thinking about getting fatter lol 🐖

[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.

[laaauraeve]

pt. 2

You finish chewing and swallow with another whine.

“Are you ready to be a good boy?”

You let out a small noise of agreement. Most days I would have forced a proper response out of you, but you look so dazed and stupid I don’t even bother.

“Good. Lean back, big boy” I instruct, and you oblige. I tug your tight boxers down, motioning for you to lift your hips. You grunt with the effort, lifting them just enough for me to pull the boxers under the plush of your ass before plopping back down heavily and letting out a sigh.

Your dick springs up when I pull the boxers off your front, and I grab and stroke it softly. The poor thing is now a few inches shorter than it used to be, surrounded by and buried in soft lard. I lower my head and give a light, tentative lick to the crease between your fatpad and your thigh, then a long, flat lick along the exposed length of your cock. This elicits a few increasingly pathetic whimpers from you.

“You’re such a pig,” I pull away and take in the sight of your huge body, my eyes filled with lust. “You’ve really let yourself go, huh?” I bite my lip, walk my fingers up the side of your stomach. You nod quickly, half-lidded eyes pained with need and desperation. I climb onto your lap once more, motioning for you to hold your belly up so I can get closer.

“What a useless pig you’ve become.” I position my near dripping cunt over you. “Say it.”

“I’m a pig— Ohhh, fuck.” You moan as I lower myself onto your cock. I take it all (all that’s left, anyway) and rest my hips on your plush thighs to give myself a chance to adjust. You let out a low moan when I slap your swollen gut. “Mhmm. And what else?”

“F-fuck. I’m—” You struggle to focus as I start riding your cock. “I have no self-control. I’m ruining myself. I keep eating and stuffing myself and I can’t stop. Unnnh- I’m a fat, worthless pig.” You’re out of breath.

“Good boy,” I praise. I grab onto your love handles and the rest of your body jiggles with them. We continue on like this for few minutes: me grabbing at and playing with the fat hanging off your helpless body as your whimpers and moans get increasingly louder and more pathetic between each struggling breath.

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna- I’m—” I feel the heat rush inside of me before you can finish your sentence. I slow to a stop, resting on your thighs as your cum dribbles out of me. You continue with your panting, big gut rising up and down with each breath.

After a minute, I lean over your belly and turn your chubby face towards me. With your eyes glazed over, you almost look like an animal.

A dumb pig.

“That was pretty quick, piggy. Seems like you have even less control over your dick than you do over your appetite.” I smirk. No response from you; you’re too tired. “Aw, maybe I should cut you some slack.. Sitting there and letting me do all the work must be soo exhausting.”

I pull off of you and stand up. Still no verbal response, but you whine softly when I pull away. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but you still have some more work to do.” You turn your eyes towards the box of donuts on the end table next to you; there are still four left. You let out a pathetic whimper.

“Don’t whine, big boy. Be a good piggy and finish these up for me.” 😘

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a/n: my first post is getting a little attention (yayy!) so that inspired me to wrap this part up :) thank you guys :p

[laaauraeve]

intro post — ⋆˙⟡ ⋆.˚

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hi all!! my follower count almost tripled overnight so i figured i owe you all a little intro post (it ended up being a little long, sorry)! 💕💕

i’m laura, a 21yo feeder/ffa. i’ve been into feederism for a while, and i really like writing stories and such! i do write mostly about men, but i’m bi! :) i love girls too 🙂‍↕️💕 (pls message me fat girls ily)

my fa kink jars! :)

because this is a kink blog, please be 18+ to interact! if you’re under 18 and you interact with my stuff or try to message me, i will block you.

tags

laur.writing -- longer pieces of my own writing laur.shorts -- for shorter pieces, mostly teasing/encouragement laur.rb -- reblogs, might be further tagged with #art or #writing laur.answers -- asks! laur.thoughts -- thoughts and other miscellaneous posts (unused so far)

more on the topic of messaging:

i like messages! i like asks, i like comments telling me i’ve inspired you to stuff your fat face, i love all of it. feel free to message me and send asks!! i like hearing from you, even if i’m not able to respond.

some things to keep in mind if we’re chatting please

i’m a student, and i get busy! please dont expect me to respond to you right away.

i will not send photos of myself, nor will i move to any other apps or make plans to meet in person, so please don’t ask.

i like to praise, tease, and encourage, but i am not looking to be someone’s dedicated feeder right now, or to provide for anyone financially.

i do feel a little awkward putting down all these rules, but i really enjoy this kink and i want to continue being comfortable here 💕 if you have questions, send me an ask!

p.s.: i’ve been working on a little story, so expect updates on that pretty soon 🙂‍↕️. it will be a little different than what i’ve posted so far, but i’m having a lot of fun with it and i hope you guys like it too (here for more info on that)

[weightgainworld]

"Meal" goals for a feedee

I wanted to bring attention to the special kind of greed that a feedee possesses, wanting to hit their "meal" goals. Meals being in quotes, since this really can just take the form of any stomach-cramping amount of food/drink. A gallon of milk. 100 chicken nuggets. A tub of ice cream. Despite the fact that we have competitive eating, I want to remind you just how gluttonous it is to want to devour that much of anything. Half the time, it's after a feedee had food earlier in the day. I could talk about the ridiculous amount of calories in just the milk alone. Which, for the record, is going to be 2,000 calories on average. However, it's not the calories that I wanted to focus on; it's the reactions. Imagine being so turned on that your brain is sending you signals to melt and suck down a tub of sugar and cream? You are literally sitting there, fighting back pained burps to finish it all. It's hot but also so ridiculous. What do you even tell someone? Like, seriously, even to a feeder, what can you say? "I just couldn't help myself. Once I started, I couldn't stop till it was all gone." You know what that kind of thinking makes you right? An addicted little food slut. No moderation, no thoughts, just consume till it's all gone. If it wasn't for the literal words of feedees wanting more, despite their guts being rock hard, you would just assume they have no limits. It's honestly hotter to know they do. Forcing yourself almost sick to finish off your fatty feast to get off is hot. Making shakes whose only purpose is to make you fatter is hot. Finding someone who encourages you to keep eating when it hurts is sexy. If you get turned on reading about people giving into the pleasures of food, you should really just stuff your gut and get off today.

[weightgainworld]

How your body works

It's time I remind you how your greedy body actually works. I want you to listen to every word and keep what I say in mind anytime you think about ending a meal without your gut digging into your pants. Those feelings you get after a huge stuffing, those are hunger pains. Those signals aren't telling you to stop. You are not too full. You are still hungry, so continue eating. There is no full for a hog like you anymore. You are either hungry or starving. You should be bloating yourself after every meal. Your gut is only meant to look as big and round as possible. I don't want you showing me anything else but a tight, hollow sounding orb. If you can jiggle it, then you have room to force in more food or liquid empty calories. I don't care which, as long as your gut stays distended. Your belly should be the most obvious thing about you. Keep your clothes small or don't wear anything at all. A hog shouldn't hide its body. We all can tell you like to eat till you are a wheezing mess, so you should embrace what you are. Wear that crop top that makes your rolls bulge out the side. Go put on the choker that gets covered in neck fat. Act like the cow you are and shake those udders while shoving your face into another bite of sheet cake, or you can be a pig, and finally suck down weight gain shake out of a trough till your excess fat touches the ground. You can't fool anyone that you are worried about gaining too fast. You can't even fool yourself when your belly is covered in stretchmarks and last night's ice cream binge. Did you really think that after spending this much time watching others get bigger, it wouldn't fuck up your brain and turn you into a hog too? Of course you didn't. You were too busy getting off to obese fatties that ended up beached on their back burping through their family sized meals. This is why it's too late for you. Just stuff yourself already. You don't get to decide if you are full, but what is a hog to do? Maybe if you get round enough, I will have some pity on you. That won't be till you are groaning with your hands on your gut, worrying that you might explode. Unfortunately for you, I only care if I can smack your drooping fat, and it sounds like a drum. I like by fatties fucking tight.

[softerandsofter]

How embarrassing. You’ve been hard at work growing out your heavy, soft belly haven’t you? I can see your pants straining to contain your growing waistline and you look so impossibly round and bloated. Did someone overeat again? Thats okay piggy, I’ll give you permission to unbutton your pants and let your huge, swollen gut spill out on to your lap. You look so much better when everyone can see how massive you’ve made yourself. I can see your t-shirt is slowly becoming a crop-top, snuggly wrapping around your breasts as your stomach swells. This picture of you might have bothered you before but you’re so obsessed with getting fatter now it just turns you on more. You live to eat, please, and grow now piggy. The fatter you get, the better you feel.

[krispytyrantkoala]

Update: I'm literally piling on the pounds 🐖

I keep finding new stretch marks on a daily basis now, and only today I realized that my d*** is finally becoming an internal organ 🤯

[eatformelove]

move less

eat more

[adhdinsomniacmaster]

Past the point of return I fear.

Never felt so heavy. Never had all my clothes not fit correctly.

This has gotten carried away.

[adhdinsomniacmaster]

photos from a short video this morning. Shocked at how big I look.

Time to go shopping again. Fat girl summer incoming quickly.

How much bigger do I look?

5-10lbs

15lbs

20+lbs

Voting ended onMay 3

[krispytyrantkoala]

If my calculations are correct, my 79 lbs of body fat are equivalent to 276,000 calories. That's 115 family-sized pizzas or 90 lbs (!!!) of whipped cream 🤯

I guess I've been eating well lol 🐖

[laylafeeds-deactivated20260505]

Reblog if you’d get massively OBESE for a hot girl like me🥰

[lexithevalkyrie]

Looks like those jeans are getting a little tight huh?

Those buttons are just about ready to bust, and your shirt is barely covering that little belly anymore. Looks like someone's been treating themselves well lately~ You might as well get used to that tight squeeze, little piggy, 'cause I don't think you're stopping anytime soon. In fact, I believe you might be getting some new curves on the way very, very, soon. Enjoy that food, you gluttonous piggy~

[verytinybun]

"Embarrassingly fat" is the mood of the day. Feeling your face flush as you feel eyes watching your overhang wobble from your too-small shirt, hearing people whisper about how huge you are. Your cheeks hot pink as you make a last-ditch attempt to pull your shirt down, only to have it spring back up, cool air breezing over your exposed belly hang.

[laylafeeds-deactivated20260505]

It’s time to face the facts. You’re a PIG now. And that’s what you’ll be from now on.

No longer are you that fit, popular person you used to be. That’s the past. Leave that to me now. It’s time to embrace being a good PIG.

Eating whatever I tell you too whenever I tell you too. Wearing what I tell you too. SIMPING to me constantly.

Getting more and more submissive as you get weighed down with more and more fat. Letting me mold you into a perfect prized PIG.

Everyone you know watching with horror as their once fit friend balloons into a certified HOG.

If you are serious about being a good PIG, you need to SIMP for me. SIMP in my asks. In my DMs. In my comments.

Show me you’re a good PIG😘