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[gettingsofter]

Damn did you ever think when you first started out gaining that you'd reach the size you're at now? Huffing and puffing up stairs, bulging and hanging out all your clothes, endlessly hungry and gorging until you feel your belly forming new stretch marks in real time. At this point can't even tell if your full or empty based on outward appearance, gotta judge how stuffed you are by how fewer times you ask for more food after licking a plate clean. Can we just feed you until your so full you can't even sit up or see anything past your overstuffed swollen belly? Also there's no such thing as feeding catboys too many snacks just never enough

i honestly never thought i'd get this big :,3 when i first started, i told myself that i'd only gain 100lbs, that i would never pass 200... but the weight came on sooo fast TwT & by the time i got there, it just felt too good to stop..

[softdomhailie]

Okay darling, best behaviour now. I'll be sitting right over here, I wont leave your sight.

Our guest is here to do us a favour, aren't they? So you're going to treat them with respect like I've trained you.

You're going to undress, and stand with your feet hip-width apart. Our wonderful guest will take some pictures, some measurements, and may have to draw some markings on you to make sure they've got everything they need. You'll keep your eyes on me, and only speak when spoken to - unless you use your safeword of course.

Once everything's in order, our friend can take the measurements away to make your chastity belt - alright?

After that's over, you can sit between my legs and warm me with your mouth while you get head scritches, a little present for your good behaviour.

You can be good, can't you?

[plushefemme]

stuffing in jeans is soooo… you have to undo the button and unzip almost immediately as you start to eat, with a sigh of relief and a few burps, freed from the soft gut now spilling out onto your lap. you’re still aware of the friction on your hips and thighs, that tight, snug feeling. denim just doesn’t have enough give. you keep eating, and pretty soon even the pull of the opened zipper is digging into your soft underbelly, cold and sharp, forcing you to wiggle your jeans further down your hips, exposing your underwear. maybe you discard them completely as you continue to eat, but not without the nagging thought at the back of your mind that soon you won’t be able to button those jeans ever again.

[auroralovexx]

Oh so you want to be a stay at home blob huh? Are you ready to just lounge around all day, eyes glazed over from the constant state of being high every hour or every day? Can you imagine yourself growing softer and wider as the days go on, feeling how much heavier every part of you feels against your own touch?

How will you feel once what used to be a full blown meal for you turns into simply just another snack while you decide on what your actual meal will be?

And that is just to name a few things, don’t even get me started on how horny you’ll be at all times.

I mean if you’re up for all of that and so much more I think you’d make the perfect house fatty don’t you think?

[chubunited]

Today I’m thinking about mobility play and how hot it is.

Being fat enough, stuffed enough, that rolling left and right in bed is so difficult. You can just barely get the momentum to heave yourself back and forth, the mountains of you wobbling while your stomach gurgles from the sudden movement. Getting to the side of the bed is even more difficult. Shifting your huge legs, grabbing at anything to help you pull up with your fat, swollen hands. Huffing and puffing, finally getting your feet on the floor. You have to take a break before trying anything else, of course. And the temptation to just lie back down is so strong…

The only thing stronger is the hunger growling deep in your belly.

[plushiecow]

in the mood to have my weight gain monitored. my body poked and prodded, my flabby rolls lifted up, my gut measured in heft and circumference. I wanna be a test hog subject to see how far I can be plunged deeper into morbid obesity

[butchbelly-deactivated20240514]

need someone to get me fat on purpose and then comment on how fat i've gotten as though they had nothing to do with it

[butchbelly-deactivated20240514]

for real like pat my belly and condescendingly tell me that i'm looking a bit chunky these days like you aren't well aware of where the chunk is coming from

[lilyneedsyouhungry]

It starts small.

A grunt when you rise from your chair, a wobble in your step, thighs brushing closer than before.

Then the struggles pile on.

The couch creaks under you, the computer chair pinches at your love handles, and just standing up leaves you panting.

Your car? A tight squeeze, steering wheel pressed into your gut, every drive another reminder you’ve outgrown control.

Clothes? Buttons bursting, waistbands cutting deep, new sizes bought only to be ruined in weeks.

You’ll eye a scooter in the store, the thought creeping in that wheels might carry your lard better than your useless giant obese legs.

Flights? Forget one seat. Two, maybe three, and strangers starring at your giant blubbery body spilling into their space.

One day, you’ll even hesitate at doorways. Not because you’re unsure, but because you won’t fit anymore.

Even leaving the bed each morning will feel like a battle. Panting, sweating, just to waddle toward the kitchen for your next fix.

And then comes the part you never expected,

Just moving around itself turns erotic. Your thighs swell so massive, so obscene, they grind in symphony with your fupa against whatever’s left of your cock, whatever’s buried of your cunt.

Every step a spark. Every waddle an orgasm.

A pig so ruined by greed you can’t even walk without cumming. Too far gone.

This is where gluttony leads, piggy.

Not fitness. Not health. But paradise.

Beautiful, perfect paradise into extreme, irreversible obesity.

The kind only your goddess could whisper you into.

And you’ll love it. Eat more.

Every wheeze, every moan, every humiliating step deeper into euphoria.

Because this is who you are.

A piece of lard forever growing.

A slave to gluttony forever 🤍

Eaaat more!

[fatalfattie-deactivated20251214]

Lowkey bored at work and fantasizing about being a stay at home blob :3 I wonder how fast my health and mobility would deteriorate. I would definitely be able to reach my goal of getting diabetes before 21 lol

[eternalenabling]

Setting weight goals is great and all, but I need yall to hear me out on health deterioration goals.

Let’s plan for making your blood pressure chronically high enough that your doctor begs to put you on meds. Do it within two years and I’ll rent a mobility scooter to take you out to a buffet as a reward, even if only just to show off how scary your size is getting for the whole world to see.

[xxxsharpcheddar]

Soft feedism

Gentle belly rubs, whispering “you ate so much for me,” cupping your overhang in my small hands, pinching your love handles, squeezing your fat rolls, belly kisses asdfghjkl

[growingellex]

fattening me up just to watch me struggle is cruel and hot and I need more. my heart racing in my chest just from turning over in bed? bending me over since you know I’ll be stuck like that, easy access, face down in my trough? it’s so close to dff and my brain is mush.

[alaskanffa]

From experience, 500lbs is the line of no return.

300lbs is undeniably fat - you're not chubby or thick or husky. You're fat. You either like it, or are ambivalent enough it doesn't scare you the way it would other people. You can still participate in society, mostly, but the world doesn't have to stop to accommodate you.

+400lbs is definitely eyebrow raising for society. It's being unable to clothes shop at even Walmart. Its forcing you to slow down, forcing you out of normal society because you simply do not fit. It's modifying your habits, changing to more sedentary hobbies. It's having to take up 2 seats on a packed flight, impacting a strangers life when they find that plane full. But instead of letting all that mortification spark change, no, something pleasurable coils in your belly and whispers "its not that bad yet"

500lbs?

Thats a level of obesity you're not ready for. Trust me, and I barely dipped my toe in that class of obesity.

Simple things that you've taken for granted, things that have remained as your athleticism dwindled, now suddenly seem like Olympian feats. Waddling through a store? Might as well call the ambulance to wait for your inevitable collapse. An incline? No, silly, might as well call it Everest. Standing at the stove to cook? Bold to not have a chair nearby. Clothes for fat people? Ha, you've sized out of specialty stores. Now you need custom clothes. Getting off the couch? Now you gotta plan how many times you can get up and so you make those one or two attempts count by stacking snacks around you.

Once you hit 500lbs, and you ignore that tiny quiet voice saying, "woah, hey, lets slow down" and instead listen to that roaring hunger in your belly...

Well, you'll be able to tell us what 600lbs brings soon enough.

[hedonists-den]

POV: You're my perfect live-in feedee and I've sent you a message for when you wake up while I'm at work for the day.

Enjoy!

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TRANSCRIPT:

Good morning. I hope you slept well. You looked really peaceful this morning so I decided not to wake you up before I left. These midnight feedings really seem to be helping your sleep, I’ve noticed. Beauty rest has a whole new meaning when you wake up fatter every time, doesn’t it? 

Anyways, I just wanted to leave you this message to let you know that I might be back a little late tonight. But don’t worry, I made sure that you’ll have everything you need for the day. The pantry and the fridge are full of your favorites, baked goods and some joints are on the counter, I pre-packed a few bowls for you too, if that’s what you’re feeling, and of course you have my card on the delivery app for anything else you might want.

I have to admit, the way you’ve been giving yourself to this lifestyle has made it really hard to focus at work lately. When I think about what a perfect, lazy pig you are at home while I earn all the income to enable you…it just drives me crazy, you know that? Nothing else feels as good as enabling you, indulging your wildest fantasies of being a complete hedonist, watching your body fatten up and concede to the excessiveness of it all… It almost makes me want to stay home and tend to you all day. I know I can’t, but….fuck, you have no idea how badly I want to.

I want you to be extra greedy for me today, okay? Don’t deny yourself a single thing. Even if you’re full, eat more. Keep your high going all day and really indulge. I’ll be putting in some deliveries for you throughout the day when I get the chance. And I expect to come home to empty wrappers and containers all over, with your big, pretty belly hanging out of your shirt for me to grab and admire. I’ll have dessert to feed you too, don’t worry. 

I plan on doubling your weight by the end of the year, and I’m going to do everything I can to get you there. There’s no such thing as too big for me, I’ll take care of every need, every desire, even if you get too fat to heft yourself around. All that matters is that you live your best, most pleasurable life, and I’ll handle everything else.

Alright, I should probably get going. I’ll need some time on the drive to work to clear my mind from this. I’ll see you tonight, piggy.

[greedy-feedist-deactivated20251]

I’m feeding you because I care about you. I want you to have good food that makes you happy. Nothing makes me feel more fulfilled than seeing your eyes light up when you eat something delicious. The rosiness of your now chubby cheeks when the food makes you excited makes my day. That growing belly of yours is just a sign that I’m taking good care of you. Your fatness is a testament to how much I love you ❤️

[peachy-ffa]

Unbuttoned pants, fattened up thighs spread out, shirt barely fitting and belly absolutely full. Groans and moans from fullness, from an uncontrollable desire, from an appetite that can only be conquered temporarily, but for the moment we only need to worry about the pleasure, rubbing big soothing circles and letting my hands bring relief by pressing lightly into your overstuffed tummy.

I think we can get used to having this cycle repeated, and I wouldn't mind if next time your thighs were fatter, your belly doughier and your appetite bigger (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

[plumpkinspicelatte]

They see a couple out for brunch on a lazy Sunday morning. They don’t know this is our second stop of the day and you’re already full from breakfast.

They seem someone excited to try out a new restaurant accidentally order too much. It wasn’t an accident. It won’t be too much.

They see someone playfully feeding their partner a bite of pancakes. They don’t see the way you’ve been daring me to do it from across the table.

As we leave the restaurant, you pull me in close and I lightly rest a hand on your belly. They see two people young and in love. They don’t hear you ask “Where to next? I’m famished.”

[morbidblooduse]

need to make a femme cockwarm my strap while watching a movie, keeping her held down by her hips and slapping her clit every time she moves.

tease her as we get further into it, run my hands over the sensitive parts of her skin, purposefully shift so she feels me move inside of her, whisper the filthiest things in her ear while i sit there and watch her get needier and needier.

“look at you, all dumbed out on my cock, i haven’t even fucked you yet, baby”

“do you always get this wet when you’re filled up, princess?”

“your clit must be so swollen by now, poor thing, can you feel it throbbing yet?”

[yourneedylilpup]

cock warm her while watch a horror movie so when she jumps after a scare she moans too