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@malicioussnakehaven
saw myself in the mirror and went "holy shit"
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Nic nie daje tak błogiej i pełnej satysfakcji jak odannie się nieograniczonemu obżarstwu i nieustannemu tyciu. Wyobrażasz to sobie? Spędzać całe dnie leniuchując i jedząc bez skrępowania wszystko o czym tylko zamarzysz? Popadać w coraz to głębsze lenistwo i patrzeć jak ubrania, które jeszcze niedawno leżały jak ulał, teraz są za małe o kilka rozmiarów? Obrastać w coraz to większe sadło, robić się coraz cięższą z dnia na dzień i jeszcze zgarniać za to pochowały od swojego feedera? Wiem, że tego chcesz. Marzysz o kimś, z kim mogłabyś zatracić się w tym rozpustnym fetyszu. Śni ci się dzień, w którym sama nie poznasz się w lustrze, bo dziewczyna którą znałaś teraz pogrzebana jest gdzieś pod niezliczonymi fałdami tłuszczu. Nie możesz się doczekać aż twoje ciało stanie się ogromne i miękkie, ciężkie i tłuściutkie, aż nie będzie można mu się oprzeć. Słodka rozpusta jest w zasięgu ręki. Wystarczy po nią sięgnąć... Jedz😏😉
what a food addiction does to a girl 🥴
Just a lil’ snack between snacks 😉💕
She just has NO LAP🙋🏻♀️
@cryssymcfatfat #GOALS
FUCKING CRUSH ME, BABY!!
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@desgiantess
#GOALS
I have prepared my dream (and probably unrealistic) time line for a feedee
Starting at the day then move in
First 6 months
All prior commitments will be cancelled (work, schooling, ect)
All social medial accounts that don't revolve around feedisum will be blanked out
There will be a push to sign you up for every available feedist community (more extreme the better
Daily calorie intake will sit around the 4000cal mark
Next 6 months
Contact with anyone not completely in support of your goal of immobility will be broken
You will have regular posts about your gains on any and all available feedist platforms
Any content that does not revolve around obesity and weight gain will be banned
An expected gain of 40-60lbs a year
First year
Trips from the house will be limited
Decreasing step limits will be applied
Most media will be replaced with feedist porn
10000cal minimum per day
1 funnel feeding per day
Increase rate of post of feedist content
Second year
Leaving the house will be disallowed
Trips from bed or couche will be severely limited
15000+ cal minimum per day
3 funnel feeding per day
Clothes will be disallowed
Only consumable content will be extreme feedist porn
Any communication on social media will be limited to extreme feeders and other pro death feedist feedees
Expected 100+ lbs per year gain
Third year
Any movement beyond 3 steps must be done by scooter or wheelchair
Minimum 4h of viewing extreme feedist porn per day
25000cal+ per day
Tube feeding is standard aside from the occasional food "treat"
Must spend 4+ hours a day tube feeding
Forth year
Involuntary immobility, you will be confined to bed regardless of current mobility status
35000+ Cal per day minimum, to be consumed primarily as fats and sugars cut with only a minimum of nutrition supplement
Every hour from wakeup to sleep will involve tube feeding and a constant stream of the most extreme feedist porn
Sleep will be deferred if calorie goal has not been met
Fifth year
24/7 live stream of you're immobile fourm
50000 cal minimum
All windows blocked, all clocks removed, no indicators of date or time
Feeding tube lives in your mouth
Diet is mostly fats
Sixth plus years (don't expect to survive this long)
No contact with outside world, other feedist included
24/7 feedist hypno playing for you
Feeding tube size increased and feed slop made even less healthy and even more fattening
Start of year calorie goal of 100000+ an additional 1000 a week to be added to the minimum every week for the rest of your life
Six years and I plan on taking you from a normal healthy person to the perfect feedee, no thought, no life, just growing, growing GROWING, all that matters is growing all that matters is more all that matters is your life cut short by obesity
Searched for this timeline to finally reblog it. So great written. 🐖 C'mon you piggies, give in and find yourself an extreme feeder. Let's see who makes it the furthest... 😈📈📆
Look, piggy, you received an email on your old email-account. It's from one of your former schoolmates. Should I read it for you? Yes? Well, it's adressed to all the people of your former class to meet for a ten-year-reunion in about six months. Oh piggy, isn't it adoreble that they think you still belong to them?
I remember when you told me how big you've already been back in your schooldays. That you easily doubled most of your classmates in weight. That you had problems sitting normally on the chairs and that you'd even broken some. You were always the biggest, weren't you? So just think about the current situation then...
Most of your former classmates live perfect lives, don't they. And while they do, nobody could even imagine what happened to you in these last ten years. There are people, who founded a family, for example. All while you submitted to me and fattened up for me like none of them could even imagine. At a gaining rate of nearly 70lbs per year, you added 700lbs of extra fat and blubber to your already big frame, weighing down now at an enormous and supersized 985lbs. And while all those now successful women and men out there work on their careers in good jobs everyday, your only job is to lay here naked in your bariatric, reinforced bed and eat your life away for my pleasure like the good pig you are. Like them you also achieved a lot of hoals in your life - just... different. They got married to their partners, you got owned by me, your feeder and master. They built houses, you trapped yourself inside your own body on purpose. They travel around the world, while you can't move a single finger nowadays.
So, imagine if we'd find a way to move you to the reunion. What would all these people, your former classmates, feel, when they saw you? Would they be embaressed? Would they feel sorry for you? Would they be disgusted? Would they laugh at you? Whould they tell you that they'd always knew how you would end up, you fat fuck? Well, probably all together, don't you think?
Let's face it, piggy: you won't go there anyway. Because you have a job to do, a very important job. There's still not enough fat hanging off your body. And you are still able to breathe way too good. We should change that, shouldn't we? And while all of your classmates will meet in a couple of month to celebrate their reunion, I'm pretty sure, you won't even make it until then, you fat, greedy hog. Here, piggy, eat something. Make me proud and eat yourself to death, fat pig!
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if your belly touches the steering wheel, you deserve some kind of prize 😵💫✨
I agree 👑
What do I get?????!!!!!! Hehehe
my darkest feedism interest is continuing to get fatter even after immobility 😵💫😵💫 being a massive puppy blob and feeling the excess flab pinning me down onto the bed, until the attempt to even lift a limb makes me whimper and pant, and eventually not being able to move anything other than my little fat paws 😰 and having my feeder have full control to do anything they want with my body, speaking to me softly and doing anything that would please them, while i just lay completely still, a big wobbly ocean of flab, so enmeshed in fat that she can't do anything at all 💗 feeling all the fat of my body squish into my chest, making me pant helplessly 😵💫😵💫 slowly finding it harder and harder to breathe, endlessly struggling to get air and gasping for breath, to feel my chest aching from all my fat, my heart racing so fast it hurts, just to keep my helpless fat enveloped body alive 😰
all my muscles becoming so weak and useless, feeling them struggle under the hundreds of pounds of extra fat, the constant feeling of being unable to handle all the blubber accumulated on my body, the inescapable struggle of my body being on the edge of giving up 😰 and only continuing to get fatter 😵💫💗
embarrassment
I can't take you anywhere, not anymore.
Don't think I haven't noticed the wheezing and panting, or all the times you've gotten stuck.
You're so fuckin' fat.
I can barely get my arms around that massive flab! Your belly looks like an award winning watermelon with all your stretch marks and your ass looks cottage cheese with all that cellulite.
Speaking of food, I think you've had enough. How many pizzas today? 8? 12? I'd tell you to eat a salad, piggy, but you'd probably eat an entire farm's worth.
Look at the way you jiggle. God, you're such a blimp. All those seconds, thirds, snacks, binges. It's a miracle you can even walk.
Fatass.