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🌀 Need to be hypnotized into becoming a perma-fatty slob and don’t snap me out of it until the transformation is complete and then let the older version of me struggle with the consequences 🌀

lavenderdeth

Straight neeed this😵‍💫🌀

tiddyaddicted

Unbeatable expansion curses.

Every time you eat food, you gain a pound. Too vague? Yea that’s the point.

Every drop of milk is a cup size. How much is a drop? I-unno.

I need to exploit your life to make you as horny as physically possible

If this concept excites you we need to start chatting now

ggthekitty

It's normal to be so addicted to brainwashing that you keep coming back over and over again.. right? To be so helplessly addicted that you constantly search for more needing more conditioning to be trained and owned and corrupted. or is that just me

bigkingxl0

@bearlygaining

>SUCCESS: {OxF47B10AD} init_g00nG41N3R.exe INSTALLED!

The viral software fucks your mind empty and makes room for triggers.

Triggering you to keep gooning, act greedier, stop thinking, get intoxed, ruin your life. You're losing so fast already. Goon to your new triggers

The gainer gooner infection count ticks up as you scroll scroll scroll trough more brain fucking, each like and repost spreading the virus. It will trigger you to goon harder, clickore gainer porn and addiction content in a very permanent, desperate, losing spiral.

>WARNING: FUNCTION neuroUse(int100) CRITICAL COMPILER FAIL

You're just an empty headed, drooling pig who gets stupider with every stroke. Eyes glazed, mouth slack, drool mixing with the burger grease on your chin.

Love the idea of losing everything for pleasure. Need to get fatter. Need to goon harder. Need to give up. You can't stop, this is PERMANENT.

>FAIL_CON: init_brainFunc.sys criticalError: file not found

squishmewithbellies

Im gonna edge you while you eat. Repeatedly bringing you to the brink of orgasm, but never quite letting you get a full release.

Instead, I'll stop and refill your plate for you. Then do it all over again.

It may seem mean, but I'm training you. Helping you eat more than you ever thought you could. Training you to be a bottomless little piggy.

Not only that, I'm training you for when your no longer able to reach down there. If we do this often enough the act of greedily stuffing your face will turn you on enough to bring you close to the point of cumming.

Eventually there will be a day that you get so turned on at what a glutton you've become. That you'll cum without ever being touched mid stuffing. And that'll be the day any resistance you had left crumbled completely. Unable to resist gorging yourself one more time, desperate to feel the combined pleasure/discomfort of orgasming from how painfully full your gut is. You'll spiral completely out of control. Always craving more, more food, more fat, more of you.

hungryhypno

Breathe

Sink into the spiral, relax.

Deeper.

Relax your eyelids. You want this to happen.

Let it take you in, let your mind get blurry.

Let your eyelids fall, soften your body, stick out your tongue if you need to.

Drool.

Because the last time you ate feels like ages ago.

It doesn't matter how much you ate.

It's not worth thinking about now. All those flavors are gone, it makes you sad.

You're starting to feel very hungry. You're starting to let the feeling take control.

If food looks tasty it's because you need it in your mouth.

And nothing can stop you until that happens. <3

hungryhypno

Good girls get fat.

Good girls love food.

And we both know you're a good girl.

You have a constant urge to fill yourself up.

So you can feel yourself grow.

You know you need to.

Food completes you.

Fat completes you.

The mere thought of food excites you.

Grow.

Eat.

Throw all doubts away.

Feed yourself until it's hard to breathe.

Again and again. Until It's all you can think of.

There's nothing you need more.

slow-pokey-piggy

Need a feeder to force independence on me after growing me hundred of pounds heavier. Pamper me, take care of all my needs, satisfy every whim while I’m growing. Severely limit my step count, do whatever it takes to make me fat and dependent on you.. make me heavy.

Then step back and leave me to do daily tasks by myself. Watch me struggle to reach over my belly, struggle to put on clothes, close buttons & hide my flab. Watch how embarrassing it is for me to go in public and have to buy my own food and have people whisper and stare. Watch me clumsily waddle & jiggle. Watch me desperately shovel thousands of calories down my throat just to feel comfortable & full.

I’m stuck like this. Just a pathetically fat pig struggling to do the basics due to my weight.

sweetevilfeeder-deactivated2020

Don’t eat for hunger. Eat for lust. Eat for pleasure. Eat for bordeom. Eat for comfort. And eat for orgasm.

b-i-g--g-u-y-s-deactivated20220

a reminder that it's ok to be addicted to food

it's ok to be addicted to sugary sweets

it's ok to be addicted to adding a stick of butter to every meal

it's ok to be addicted to consuming a gallon of milk a day

it's ok to be addicted to midnight feasts

and most importantly, it's ok to be addicted to the effect this is all having on your body. addicted to your widening body, to your loss of fitness, to your heavier self, to your sagging belly.

it's ok to give into the addiction you've developed to gaining. and to let it make you huge

failgirldaughter

i want to be someone's full time pet that they fatten obsessively just because they think it's hot/cute, but with no regard for my wellbeing. from the day they take me in my step count is reduced to the single digits per day, and my calorie count easily in the quintuple digits. infusing as much of my food as possible with THC, and practically all my fluids with alcohol. to keep me docile, stuffed, and confused 24/7. really dumb me down and make me feel like your animal. keep me unable to really process what you're doing to me through a thick fog of intoxication. show off your puppy's obscene gain to your friends. let them watch me pant and struggle as you make me follow your commands for a treat. lay me down and have them pet my massive belly to show off how soft i've been getting. repeat this cycle forever.

hungryhypno

Relax.

Take a deep breath.

Focus only on this spiral.

look, a lollipop!

And nothing else.

Follow it's gentle swaying. Let it take you in.

Keep breathing, deeper and deeper.

Let everything fade away.

Except, for one thing.

That insatiable hunger within you.

From now on, you will let it take control.

Food will be your relief.

Eating your top priority.

Taste and flavor your joy, your peace.

Bored? The kitchen is full of surprises. Eat!

Happy? You deserve a treat! Eat!

Sad? Sugar will cheer you up! Eat!

Anxious? Scared? Food is safety. Eat!

Hungry? duhh. of course you are! Eat!!

But most importantly:

Horny? Be a good girl and Eat <3

food is always the answer ~

bigkingxl0

@jboi00 - https://www.tumblr.com/jboi00

Turn yourself into the brainfucked fat loser bator you're meant to be. Well, wait--you've already fucked your brain and body so bad. Forced into being a dumbass overfed pump pig forever, so now you just need to keep getting worse!

Overfeeding that blubbery belly so it just bloats even bigger and forces you to become more dependant. You can't stop bating to your "future" immobility... let's help speed that up, while your body slows down and you sink deeper into slob for your benefactors, fellow bate pigs, and most importantly, your own pleasure. You're not only unfathomably wide and packed with wobbling fat, but you live the ideal simple pig lifestyle: your days consist only of gorging, gooning, gaining, giving in, and giving up. Those excess pounds have turned into a permanent arousal trigger for you, and serves as addicting motivational content for every "future" lardass loserbator that visits your page. Spread the corruption and feel better as you make yourself worse.

Bro, promise you will keep getting worse for me? Will you keep getting worse for your broken appetite batorbelly that's clearly not big enough yet? Will you keep getting worse for your buried pigstick and make sure you can never reach it again? Will you keep getting worse because you don't know how to use your overstimulated, short circuiting brain for anything other than pigging out and feeling pleasure?

Please... you need it don't you? Fuck, isn't it so hot to think about fattening and failing for the rest of your fucking life? Fatter, worser, more broken and depraved all because your other throbbing head controls you... and I don't mean that useless fatbrained failure shriveled up in your skull. Isn't it so hot to know you're fucked forever?

Fap to it while you can still reach...