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Now, I'm going to leave The One Billion Calorie Brownie that Makes you Fat as Fuck cool on the counter. I gotta take a phone call, but when I get back it better still be there.
Betting it all on pig
POV your SO has started using a betting market and it’s betting on your waistline
(TW:gambling, betting markets, CNC, weight gain, light force feeding)
I didn’t notice the change at first. How the portions seemed to increase faster than my growing appetite, or how each meal was heavier than the last loaded with more calories than before. I took it all in stride happy to eat what was placed in front of my growing body and when ever I started to slow you would help me finish the meal happy to sooth my bloated and tight stomach.
I did start to begin to think something was up when you started to work less and feed me more. General concern eventually made me ask how we can afford this rate of growth if we have less income, my work from home job went to the basic amenities but your job went to the fun stuff. I was ready to comfort you knowing the job market has been rocky but instead of the look of fear or anxiety I saw a sly little smirk.
You explained that you found a betting market like the ones people use to bet on the wether or if some big wig will say some odd word, but for Feedism! You explain that feeders and feedees alike and make bets that they can get to a goal weight in a amount of time or stuff them self’s to a new levels and recently you’ve been making bets about both on me. You tell me it stated out with a small bet to see if we could push over the current plateau and if you could get a full family of 6 meal in to me for a dinner, expecting to only see little movement but when you posted pictures to back up the claim it took off and by the time you achieved both you earned more in a day than in a week of work!
You push me down in to the shrinking love seat and before I can react you give me a devious look saying that there’s a run going on to see if you can get 6 pints of ice cream in me before midnight and the clocks ticking!
Unf... This hit so many kinks for me at once 🥵😍
Broken
Jesse’s knee was fucked. At least, that was what the doctors had told him; although not in so many words. It meant that everything he had worked towards, for almost his entire life, was ruined. He’d ridden through college on a full sports scholarship and played football professionally. He was in the prime of his life, with big money starting to look tantalisingly close. Yet, that was never to be. It was both the best and the worst news that Jesse had ever had. But in either case, he knew that his entire future had just shifted onto an entirely different course.
Heading back to college seemed like the most logical choice for him. Unlike many of the other athletes he’d met over the years, he knew he had a good head for academia. Plus, at twenty-three, he still had a great chance of making a good career for himself. Then, without the added stress of training and games to play, Jesse knew he would also have plenty more time to really make a go of things and excel; taking on a PhD and three years of hard work ahead. His family thought he was insane. The injury had happened so recently, they thought he needed time to get used to things and try out other options. His younger brother was also trying to go professional and they wanted Jesse around to support and coach him. But Jesse had done things their way for far too long. He’d felt his father’s firm hand at his back throughout his adolescence, guiding him in a direction he had inevitably taken. Now that was all over, and it was time for Jesse to do something that was purely for himself.
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I’ve fallen in love with this kind of stories. Slow burn demisexual relationship and life building stories.
Anybody got any more?
Overalls~
Getting so fat that you go from having slight love handles to them being a part of your massive side stomach. You can grab heaping handfuls of fat on each side and shake your massive gut and watch it ripple with lard. There is no small gut now, just a giant mass of fat and your own greed that got you here. Your belly button isn't even visible; it's buried under your upper stomach, which folds over the lower part. It hangs over your legs and stops you from pleasuring yourself. It pulls you down and makes it hard to walk when standing, and pins you to the couch when you sit down. You run out of breath shifting it around and getting comfortable. Forget finding clothes that fit over it; they all just ride up your huge gut so everyone can see how fat you are. Even baggy clothing won't stop the under hang from peeking out. There is no escaping the giant ball of flesh that you turned yourself into. You made yourself a fat, obese cow, and now you have to pay the price for being so gluttonous and horny.
Oh to be kidnapped in the woods and fattened up by an evil feeder
I've seen a fair amount of fat liberation activists explain that they have always been fat, they're not about to stop, and that's natural and beautiful and fine. That's an incredibly important message.
What I've seen less - and what I want to remind people of - is this: if you've become fat, that's also natural and beautiful and fine.
When you're a fat person who has been thin in the past, that comes with its own brand of shaming. People take your history of thinness as proof that you don't have to be fat. You often fear the look of disappointed surprise in the eyes of someone you haven't met since you were thin. People try to determine "what happened". They don't see your fat body as just you, but as a sort of symptom that isn't part of you.
Becoming fat is not a tragedy, it's not a sign of failure, it's not a bad or shameful thing. The thin you is not the Real you. You are always real and always worthy of freedom, respect and peace. You are allowed to be fat no matter how or when you became fat.
The Office Pig (Rapid WG)
Hm? Oh we ordered pizza for the office today? Hm, I've been trying to drop some of this weight but...a little junk food won't hurt right? I'll just work it off at the gym later.
Huh? You ordered everyone their own pizza? That seems kinda like overkill...but I guess it'll be good leftovers later.
Ooof, man two pieces hits harder than it used too...are they making pizzas bigger these days? It is really good though. I'm pretty stuffed, but one more slice couldn't hurt!
Man, everythings starting to feel kinda tight, wish I'd worn something comfier today...
Oh yeah, that's good *burp* stuff! Is there any left? I could go for a few more slices! Is there still more? I know everyone got one but...
There is more? Great! I'll take a few more pieces.
Diet? Nah, I don't do diets haha. I mean, not like I could ever lose this gut right? Nothing wrong with being a little hefty though.
Shit, I think one of my buttons may have popped open...but I just have to have more of that pizza...there's still some left right? A whole box? And I can have it all to myself?!
You guys are the best. You know I've always been a hungry guy haha.
Hey don't poke my stomach like that! Yeah yeah, I know I've been waddling more, you don't gotta remind me.
You all keep treating me like this and you'll have to roll me home.
Mmf...I think...*urp* I might struggle to get home today...it's hard to stand for some reason...I don't remember *huff* struggling this much.
Huh? My weight? Yeah, I've kinda always been the big guy in the office haha. And it's not like I'm gonna haul my fat ass to the gym everyday. I'd rather just relax and enjoy some good food at home ya know?
What? A new promotion?
O-Office Pig?! W-Well, if it pays that good...
My first job is to get rid of all this extra pizza? I think I can *oink* do that...🐽
On display for her to grab
Let me settle the 'is it fetishism and is it bad?' debate once and for all:
Being attracted to any kind of body is normal. Fat bodies. Trans bodies. Disabled bodies. All normal. Being extra attracted to a specific kind of body is normal too. Totally normal to have a type.
Not unlearning the societal stigma attached to those kinds of bodies, the people who inhabit those bodies, and the people who fuck them, to the point where you do any of the following:
Only want to date/fuck the person in secret.
Reduce the person to the feature that you desire and ignore the rest of who they are as a person.
Expect the person to be a walking porn fantasy instead of a real person with their own sexual preferences and boundaries.
Would no longer love the person if the stigmatized aspect of their body changed.
Consider yourself superior to the person, think the person should be 'grateful' that you love their body, etc.
See the person as a temporary adventure while planning to eventually settle down with someone whose body isn't stigmatized.
Is bad and harmful and you shouldn't be dating anyone until you've worked on your shit, because this makes you a very terrible partner. This doesn't mean you are a bad person with bad-fetishist-desires who can only desire people badly, it means you need to unlearn societal stigma so you can be a better partner to the people you desire.
Thank you for coming to me ted talk.
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.
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It’s time to embrace being fat.
You’re not the fit athlete anymore. Muscular gym guy. Toned gym bunny. You’ve gotten chubby. And there’s no stopping now.
The gym is for fit people like me. You belong on the couch, surrounded be snacks. Mindlessly watching tv as you binge on nothing but empty calories.
Your belly pushing further and further over your waistband. Love handles poking out. Ass pressing against seams on your pants.
People will be confused. A fit hottie like me walking around next to a pig like you. My toned tummy on display. Your fat belly hanging out.
A perfect example of our contrast.
So go on pig.
EAT.
Make mommy happy🥰
I want you to be a PIG this weekend. Do everything I say. Obey.
Eat everything your little heart desires. Answer every craving with more food. I want you nice and full at every opportunity PIG.
Be nice and lazy for me. Only get off the couch for more food, nothing more.
I want your swelling gut exposed. You’ll eat shirtless, or at the least with your shirt pulled up. “Oh my family” or “oh my roomate” Did I ask fatass? You’ll do as I say.
Fattening up is your purpose now. Your life should revolve around food. About laziness. Greed. Being a complete and utter PIG at all times.
I want my inbox full of fat, stuffed GUTS today, is that understood PIGS?
If you oinked, that means you’re a good PIG.
Every time you reblog this post, 10lbs will go straight to your waistline.
Quick tip for feeders out there, LISTEN TO FEEDEES BOUNDARIES PLEASE! Like the amount of times I hear about feedees being told unwanted fantasies, getting called animal names without consent, or even being mistreated in the name of the kink is insane. If you want to talk to feedees you have to treat them as people not sexual objects for your fetishes. Being a feeder isn’t just feeding a person and getting off, it’s actually being someone the other person can enjoy being around as well. So important reminder if someone says don’t call them piggy then DONT. If someone isn’t into death feedism or slob or whatever don’t push those fantasies on them! If you think being toxic/abusive without the other persons consent is “hot” you are mistaking fiction from reality and need help. Genuinely lock the fuck in PLEASE as a fellow feeder it isn’t difficult lol