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@lilly-allen
Oh, yeah. Big brain time
Imagine how many games feedists could play with this, especially those that are competitive or love board games.
- 2 mutual stuffers feed the pig (and themselves) whatever they roll. Then whomever pops the pig gets to be one who gets stuffed with the rest.
- a feedee has to match the overall score, and if they pope the pig, they get stuffed. If the feeder does, then they are stuffed double.
Please someone buy this and test out the game ideas, and report back 😫
funnier (and sweeter) as feedist 💕
Super hoping you blow up your new body over time ;)
when I’m horny I photoshop myself wider and fatter so…
that’s certainly a sign of something LOL
I need a feeding vacation sometime this year 😈 I know when I go to Japan I’m going to be eating non stop (beginning of October!)
Occupational Hazard (Very Fat)
The effects of working from home for 3 years are starting to show……..
I'm finding myself stuck thinking about the loop you fell down: sleeping, eating, being teased, getting horny n then the same thing, again n again. Looking at ur before and after drives me crazy, u used to be a fit n thin girl, u told me u could run n do physical activity. Now look at u. U have ballooned and softened in every direction. U can only look at ur friends running n i bet u even struggle to keep up w their pace when they r simply walking. I compare the faces in particular: you used to be so thin, now ur face buried in soft lard, it looks so round, soft n u have a way fatter double chin, ur neck has disappearead. It's genuinely hard to believe I'm looking at the same person. U just keep eating, getting fatter, heavier day by day, making yourself the fat piggy of ur dreams, n u r doing an incredible job! Ur belly is hanging lower n lower every day. U r even developping a fatter n bigger upper belly hehe. All those sharp edges turned into round n fat shapes, u struggle to cover them too, u probably don't even want to do that, bc u want people to stare at them n be wordless. U just want to get pushed n teased all the times about the fat n gorgeous piggy u are getting n that u already are...
I'm finding myself stuck thinking about the loop you fell down: sleeping, eating, being teased, getting horny n then the same thing, again n again. Looking at ur before and after drives me crazy, u used to be a fit n thin girl, u told me u could run n do physical activity. Now look at u. U have ballooned and softened in every direction. U can only look at ur friends running n i bet u even struggle to keep up w their pace when they r simply walking. I compare the faces in particular: you used to be so thin, now ur face buried in soft lard, it looks so round, soft n u have a way fatter double chin, ur neck has disappearead. It's genuinely hard to believe I'm looking at the same person. U just keep eating, getting fatter, heavier day by day, making yourself the fat piggy of ur dreams, n u r doing an incredible job! Ur belly is hanging lower n lower every day. U r even developping a fatter n bigger upper belly hehe. All those sharp edges turned into round n fat shapes, u struggle to cover them too, u probably don't even want to do that, bc u want people to stare at them n be wordless. U just want to get pushed n teased all the times about the fat n gorgeous piggy u are getting n that u already are...
I'm finding myself stuck thinking about the loop you fell down: sleeping, eating, being teased, getting horny n then the same thing, again n again. Looking at ur before and after drives me crazy, u used to be a fit n thin girl, u told me u could run n do physical activity. Now look at u. U have ballooned and softened in every direction. U can only look at ur friends running n i bet u even struggle to keep up w their pace when they r simply walking. I compare the faces in particular: you used to be so thin, now ur face buried in soft lard, it looks so round, soft n u have a way fatter double chin, ur neck has disappearead. It's genuinely hard to believe I'm looking at the same person. U just keep eating, getting fatter, heavier day by day, making yourself the fat piggy of ur dreams, n u r doing an incredible job! Ur belly is hanging lower n lower every day. U r even developping a fatter n bigger upper belly hehe. All those sharp edges turned into round n fat shapes, u struggle to cover them too, u probably don't even want to do that, bc u want people to stare at them n be wordless. U just want to get pushed n teased all the times about the fat n gorgeous piggy u are getting n that u already are...
Fit to Fat
I love fit to fat. Genuinely my favorite. Watching a disciplined man change and transform into a fat pig and have everyone’s perception about you change as you get fatter and your clothes tighter. Used to go to the gym often, eat healthy, and have a physique many would die for, but threw it all away bc you got a little too comfy. Eating what you like and getting lazy. Enjoying the feeling of a stuffed belly and even a more than stuffed belly. You can’t stop yourself now. It feels too good being a fat slob. Non stop burping, belly tight and bloated, but still jiggles with every step. Forever getting bigger and fatter. A body filled with lard all throughout. Can’t even remember what it felt like to be fit and thin. Step into a gym now and you’ll be a fat mess. Struggling and out breath. You’ll go on the treadmill for 5 minutes and already want to get off. Jiggling with every light jog, loud thuds with each step, shirt riding up your fat belly, sweating profusely and gasping for air. All because you can’t stop eating and stuffing your face. After that “workout” your belly will be rumbling and you’ll be thinking about what to gorge on after you leave the gym. Probably something greasy and fatty so you can be like yourself again, a fat hog.
Growing Gluttonous House Piggy
I want to watch you slowly dissolve into the soft, heavy luxury of total indulgence, transforming you into my sweet, insatiable little glutton. I want to render your old self unrecognizable, turning what you once thought was your "after" body into merely the starting point of something far softer, rounder, and infinitely more delicious.
Imagine spending your days suspended in a state of warm, lazy surrender. You’ll sit exactly where I leave you, cocooned in cushions, your soft skin sighing against the fabric as you gorge yourself on an endless parade of rich, salty snacks and sugary treats. The only rhythm to your day will be the slow, heavy padding of your bare feet to the fridge and back, your body growing a little softer, a little heavier with every single trip.
Your entire world will shrink down to the pure, physical pleasure of consumption and anticipation. You’ll wait, heavy and warm, listening for the sound of my key in the lock, knowing I’m returning to you with bags of hot, glistening fast food.
I want to sit over you, feeling the heat radiating from your stretching, pampered body as I feed you piece by piece. And when you think you can’t possibly take another bite, I’ll gently part your sweet, sticky lips to place the funnel against them. I want to watch your throat work in thick, helpless swallows as a velvety, decadent chocolate cake shake flows down, filling you to the very brim.
I want to watch you completely let go—to feel the exquisite thrill of surrendering every ambition, every worry, and every bit of control to the pure, physical destiny of growing larger for me. You were meant to be soft, heavy, and utterly consumed by pleasure. Let me help you become the magnificent, gluttonous masterpiece you were always meant to be.
im looking forward to the weekend where I can do nothing but rot in bed and eat food. I’ll need some encouragement and ideas for what to stuff my face with so please don’t hesitate. 🐖
Fit to Fat
I love fit to fat. Genuinely my favorite. Watching a disciplined man change and transform into a fat pig and have everyone’s perception about you change as you get fatter and your clothes tighter. Used to go to the gym often, eat healthy, and have a physique many would die for, but threw it all away bc you got a little too comfy. Eating what you like and getting lazy. Enjoying the feeling of a stuffed belly and even a more than stuffed belly. You can’t stop yourself now. It feels too good being a fat slob. Non stop burping, belly tight and bloated, but still jiggles with every step. Forever getting bigger and fatter. A body filled with lard all throughout. Can’t even remember what it felt like to be fit and thin. Step into a gym now and you’ll be a fat mess. Struggling and out breath. You’ll go on the treadmill for 5 minutes and already want to get off. Jiggling with every light jog, loud thuds with each step, shirt riding up your fat belly, sweating profusely and gasping for air. All because you can’t stop eating and stuffing your face. After that “workout” your belly will be rumbling and you’ll be thinking about what to gorge on after you leave the gym. Probably something greasy and fatty so you can be like yourself again, a fat hog.
Growing Gluttonous House Piggy
I want to watch you slowly dissolve into the soft, heavy luxury of total indulgence, transforming you into my sweet, insatiable little glutton. I want to render your old self unrecognizable, turning what you once thought was your "after" body into merely the starting point of something far softer, rounder, and infinitely more delicious.
Imagine spending your days suspended in a state of warm, lazy surrender. You’ll sit exactly where I leave you, cocooned in cushions, your soft skin sighing against the fabric as you gorge yourself on an endless parade of rich, salty snacks and sugary treats. The only rhythm to your day will be the slow, heavy padding of your bare feet to the fridge and back, your body growing a little softer, a little heavier with every single trip.
Your entire world will shrink down to the pure, physical pleasure of consumption and anticipation. You’ll wait, heavy and warm, listening for the sound of my key in the lock, knowing I’m returning to you with bags of hot, glistening fast food.
I want to sit over you, feeling the heat radiating from your stretching, pampered body as I feed you piece by piece. And when you think you can’t possibly take another bite, I’ll gently part your sweet, sticky lips to place the funnel against them. I want to watch your throat work in thick, helpless swallows as a velvety, decadent chocolate cake shake flows down, filling you to the very brim.
I want to watch you completely let go—to feel the exquisite thrill of surrendering every ambition, every worry, and every bit of control to the pure, physical destiny of growing larger for me. You were meant to be soft, heavy, and utterly consumed by pleasure. Let me help you become the magnificent, gluttonous masterpiece you were always meant to be.
kinda like if a babydoll, angel, sacrificial lamb, and 4 year old were all put together into one tiny girlish thing
minors, maps, and cishet men dni
femme lesbian little girl (in my 20s)
lovingly engaged to my wonderful butch dad <3
everything posted here is fantasy between consenting adults (i love to play pretend)
