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If you want to personally see what's happening to me or even tease or humiliate me, feel free to add me on snap @ throwdzde

Welcome ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

Welcome to my blog. I’m Dan, 22, and you’ll find all kinds of things here—everything from photos of my meals and videos of my belly jiggling, to my thoughts and fantasies about getting fatter. 😳

I’m slowly becoming overweight... 🐷 and I’m documenting it here, both for myself and for anyone else who’s curious or into this kind of thing.

Feel free to ask questions or drop a message. :)

If you’re into weight gain, feedism, and want to follow my transformation, you’re in the right place.

Get to Know Me

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I’m Dan, 22, and I’ve been gradually getting bigger for a while now. I didn’t really notice it at first. It started when I finished high school, and I began living a little more independently. I started partying, drinking energy drinks, sodas, eating junk food, all without thinking about the consequences. Over time, the pounds started piling on, and I didn’t even realize what was happening...

Then came my first short-term job. I started bringing snacks with me to work—mainly Doritos and energy drinks. It was so easy to munch on them all day, and before I knew it, I gained 5 kg. Since then, I’ve spent most of my time at home, gaming and eating, with nothing else to do. My friends would occasionally encourage me to indulge in pastries or sweets, and it felt good. Another 5 kg added to the mix without me even realizing it... 😳

Now, I’m getting heavier. My clothes don’t fit like they used to, and my belly’s definitely getting fuller... I’m not “fat” yet, but it’s clear to me now that I’m heading in that direction. The more I eat, the lazier I get, and the harder it is to stop. I’m starting to notice it every time I look in the mirror, but at the same time, I can’t help myself. I don’t know how to stop it anymore. 😳🐷

I guess the truth is, I’m scared I’ll keep getting fatter and fatter without being able to stop. But at the same time, it’s easy to just keep eating, to let myself get even lazier. I can’t stop thinking about how easy it would be for someone to take control and feed me more, make me blow up even bigger. The more I eat, the more I feel myself sinking deeper into this...

Maybe it’s already too late for me to stop, and the idea of being fed more, getting humiliated in the process, is becoming something I almost can’t resist. I can already imagine how embarrassing it would be to be so fat that I can’t fit into my clothes... being seen as someone who can’t stop eating and just keeps getting fatter.

Every time I try to cut back, I end up eating more. The more I let myself indulge, the more I crave it. I don’t know if I can control it anymore.

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Will be home alone tomorrow night so I'll be free to pig out as much as I want...

DM me with what you wanna stuff me with and I'll see what I can do 😳

So far I'm gonna get a cake, donuts, soda and maybe some ice cream...

all the good stuff I usually have to sneak around.... 🤤

You can also send asks of course!!!

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pig finally pops a button and realizes the consequences of his gluttony

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Every like adds one more ice cream that I have to eat today, and every reblog is one more box that I buy for the week...

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This is getting out of control..

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Am I overdoing it with the ice cream? 😳

DMs are always open for humiliation! And you can ask for my snap if you want to see me stuff myself or want belly pics!!

Like, comment and/or reblog if you wanna blow me up... 😳😮‍💨

I'm getting addicted to food..

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Just a little post-workout soda. I wonder why I'm still not seeing results at the gym

[thomass05]

God that belly is amazing

[newkidintownme]

❗️🐷 Cody Steiner 🐷❗️

This video is insane! He got so fucking massive, it’s unbelievable! Look at that big soft gut in that straining shirt drooping over the waistband of his skintight pants. He can’t sit any closer to the table, ‘cause his big ball belly sits in the way. This greedy piggy’s not gonna stop gaining until he’s morbidly obese and he’s not able to move anymore.

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I don't think I will do this, but just to inform myself.. would anyone be interested if I did faceless belly-only stuffing content for cheap? Not to make a living, just to pay for snacks really.. on that same note just offering personalized belly content in exchange for having said food paid for?

Idk, just a thought. Nothing nude or excessively sexual, I'm talking purely stuffing and belly play. I genuinely just really like eating a lot so if I had more of a budget I wouldn't be able to control myself as much in terms of impulsive eating

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hey, some privacy please.. I'm putting on lotion

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looking like a little sack of lard

[chubby-feedee]

What if i want both of them 🫣🐷

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Reblog if you want to be/already are a fat pet piggy who wants to get fatter. Also reblog if you want/have a fat pet piggy who wants to get fatter.

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sometimes you need a good, old fashioned, “open up piggy, you’re not done yet. i need you so much fucking fatter and you won’t stop growing until i say so” and that’s okay

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"You want me bigger?"

I caress a hand over your stomach, watching how even the gentle touch makes the fat undulate.

"So much bigger."

"I already feel so fucking huge," you breathe out.

"That's because we're feeding you, pet." I give your belly a few light pats. It's okay. I know you always have a hard time thinking when you eat. "You're so adorable like this."

You try to shift but your the swell and weight of your gut keeps you from moving much. All you manage is to successfully collapse back with a whimper. But beneath that pain, your pleasure is obvious. You love what you've turned into. We both do.

"God, I'm so fat."

"Mhmm. Soft, too. You want more?"

"More of what?"

You're so overfed you're still not thinking clearly.

My smile is slow. Teasing. Knowing.

"More of everything. More of it all. More food, More fat. More of this," I say, like a spell while squeezing your hang. My thumb circles the rim of your belly button.

"Fuck," you say, arm reaching around to lift and heft your swollen gut, rubbing it gingerly. You're clearly drunk on the feeling as your head falls back.

We both know your answer as you exhale loudly. It sounds like the tail-end of a silent moan. The noise you make when you know you can't help yourself, the same one you make when you're determined to eat yourself into food coma, which has become more frequent. The one that shows the conditioning worked; it's clear from the damp spot growing on your underwear. You sound and look so hot like this. You groan, as your hand sinks lower, stroking and rubbing slowly.

"You've turned me into such a pig," you breathe, lost in the feeling.

"You're the one who wanted to experiment. Who said you just wanted to try this."

"Yeah, but I didn't do this by myself," you say, grabbing your overhang roughly. "Now look at me."

I take you in. Your folds. Your chins. You big arms and soft chest. The way you don't fit in your shirt, at my request, and your belly spills out of it and onto your wide thighs.

"I see you. All of you. And I want more."

I see your resolve waver at the lust in my voice. What that has meant in the past. And you really are overstuffed. Leaden to the couch. For a moment, I offer mercy, gently massaging the discomfort away and a belch slips out.

Then, I pull out a surprise. Something I was saving. Your favorite.

Your eyes widen in delight and desperation.

We've rewired your brain, after all.

Whatever's put in front of you, you eat. It's an automatic response at this point. You reach for the food with some difficulty over the dome of your engorged middle and I hand it to you. I pat your underbelly as you open the container and dig in without another word, feasting uncontrollably, punctuated by shameless, greedy noises. My hands on your belly as you eat is just another trigger to spur your sudden, ravenous hunger. You moan at around another bite.

"More," you grunt, shoveling it in faster. The container grazes a nipple as you lift your meal closer and you pause briefly to keep yourself on edge, whimpering and rutting at the sensation, fat wobbling. You know the rules so well. You're not allowed release until you finish. Until I say so.

My fingers lightly drag and scratch along your stretchmarks. You sigh, pleased, as you stuff yourself.

You're so obedient now. We've trained you well.

"Good piggy."

[ilikethebeef]

My gym bros made me pose, jump, and jiggle this mourning. They say I'm their "gym pig."

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Oh to be the bros' gym pig..