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300 pounds isn't even fat
After years of being in the feedism community, you don't even register that 300 lbs is huge for most people. To you, it's just chubby. You won't feel really fat until you reach 350 or 400 lbs. but that won't be enough will it piggy? You love watching the numbers climb on the scale that you're getting too fat to see. Might as well aim for 500 lbs because then there would be no denying that you're an obese piggy.
Pretty sure this also means that all of us, feeders and feedees both, should be at least 300 lbs 😈
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Reblog this if you like peanut butter
Or if you wanna be turned into a morbidly obese slob ✨
please get hopelessly addicted to fast food, eat with both your hands and ask for more in between bites
then beg me to pleasure you while you are eating because your brain is so fried you need excess of all kinds to feel any sort of pleasure💞
Domestic living situation where I've smothered you with so much love and doting that you're obese and need help with daily tasks. I help you tie your shoes because you're too fat to reach down, your belly in the way. I help you wash up, because you can't reach that large butt of yours, or the areas in between your many folds/rolls. I could stop feeding you so much... but I love how happy and comfortable you look engaging in your gluttonous habits, downing so much you can barely move. You just want to have a full belly and someone to rub your stuffed gut, to squish your cherubic cheeks and to pamper you like an overweight housepet.
I need this so bad!
gaining weight on purpose because i’m really hot and i think there should be more of me
2k Banana Shake
Ingredients
6 medium bananas
15.9 oz 2% fat Greek yogurt
2 oz cashews
7.2 oz oats
23.7 fl oz water, heavy cream, any liquid you want.
Add peanut butter, bacon pieces, any nuts, melted chocolate, chocolate chips, anything you want. Increase liquid amount when adding thick/solid items so it’s still smooth.
Base Nutrition facts
Volume 71.7 fl oz
Calories 2043
Proteins 82 g
Carbohydrates 334 g
Fats 51 g
can we kill the idea that gaining is easy? obviously in kink scenarios it hot to pretend that all that weight slipped on without trying but fr I see so many feedees of all sizes work so hard on gaining that deserve to be recognised and it would do us all good to have realistic understandings of the time and effort put in to build the bodies we find so hot!
100% agree
Getting Bigger Just Feels Right
There’s nothing like the feeling of growing — of getting heavier, softer, and just more. Every pound I put on makes me feel more comfortable in my own skin. More powerful. More me.
I love being a feedee. I love the stretch of a shirt that’s too tight, the way my belly rests in my lap, the way I move a little slower now, heavier with every step. I feel it when I sit down and my gut spills over, when I lean back after a big meal and just breathe, full and satisfied. That weight? That’s earned.
Watching my body change — seeing my belly grow rounder, my love handles thicken, my face get softer — it’s addictive. I’m proud of every inch I’ve gained. I want more. I need more.
This isn’t just a kink — it’s a way of life. A celebration of indulgence, of letting go, of becoming something bigger than I ever imagined. So yeah… feed me, praise me, watch me grow.
I’m not done gaining. Not even close. 🐷🍔
My turn
Let me crawl into your lap, or more accurately on top of your mountain of a belly. Let me grind my small frame into your softness, a slight moan escaping my lips. Rocking rhythmically, slowly getting myself off on your fat body.
Ugh this is my dream
300 lbs is just chubby reblog if you agree
What about waking you up at 3am for sex and a milkshake?
Only one? If I have to wake up it is milkshakes until he begs me to stop, and then one more while he whines it's too much (and I fuck him in the parking lot by the drive thru.)
I need this
You’re getting so tubby, aren’t you? So big and so round and so stretched out. Keep guzzling down those weight gain shakes as you watch your once flat stomach expand further and further away from you. It feels so good, doesn’t it? To just let it all go, all the hours in the gym and all the time spent meal prepping, to just make it all for nothing as you grow the big fat gut you’ve dreamed of. I always knew what you wanted, deep down, under the veneer of fitness. I knew you secretly yearned to lose all control and gain with no limits. It’s not enough to just eat whatever you want, no, no, no. You wanted to push yourself for me, you greedy pig. You wanted to suck down those shakes even though it hurts, even though you’re packed so full already. You wanted to me to see those stretch marks pop up as you hold your fattened orb in agony. You wanted to waddle to the couch, rubbing your taunt excess, knowing that the damage is done. And that’s exactly what you’ve been doing, huh? Living the dream, piggy? You can’t go back and stop it now. Your little experiment has become your life, a fattening haze of overindulgence and constant sex as a reward. You’re doomed to just lay on the couch night after night, beached under your own weight, and fall asleep in a food induced coma as I rub your rock hard cock and squeeze and tease you mercilessly. You know that tomorrow your belly will be just another few centimeters bigger, your clothes creaking tighter and the scale eeking higher. You feel it everywhere now. The slab of fat under your chin, your cheeks getting puffy under the beard you grew to try and hide your descent into obesity. Those flabby pecs, once hard and defined, now framed by two thick rolls, resting helplessly on your swollen gut even when you stand. I like to bury my hands in them now, gather as much creamy fat roll as I can and give them a hard shake. It’s so amusing to watch your whole body jiggle and bounce, to see how much of you is now pure piggy blubber. You used to barely move when we first started and now you’re stuck wobbling for everyone to see, even just sitting there, those big rosy cheeks flushing with shame as you feel your own heaviness plop and quake down on you. I love making you realize your true weight, to make sure we document every new roll and expanding pile of flesh. Just look at those love handles spilling out. You’re getting to be so plump and wide. You outgrew my first set of calipers last month and I’m so excited to custom order bariartic ones to clip around those huge hunks of blubber hanging off your sides. But the piece de resistance, as always, is that enormous belly you’ve grown. It sits heavily in your lap, your breathing shallow and labored after all those extra, unnecessary calories. Do I dare say, you’ve started to wheeze? Certainly when you have to lug that giant gut around anyway. The stairs make your out of shape thighs scream in agony as they rub past each other and sweat breaks out on your forehand as your round, hanging belly slaps against them. Huff huff huff, just a few more stairs, tubby and you can suck down a pint of ice cream in your shake tonight as a reward. That’s how you ended up here today, didn’t you? Back in your favorite spot, overly stretched stomach spilling out in front of you and me eagerly evaluating the damage. I love wrapping the 60 inch measuring tape around you. Tsk tsk tsk, no chance of this fitting anymore, huh? The ends having been moving more than a few inches away from meeting recently, squeezing your fattened waist for awhile now. God, do you remember when we met and you used to have a 32in waist? And now here we are, with a useless measuring tape, trying to even somewhat fit around your spherical gut. I’ll just have to eyeball the rest. 4 extra inches? Sounds about right. A nice round number to bring you to double your original size. I told you you’d get a special treat for this momentous, gargantuan milestone. I hope it doesn’t disappoint. Now, let me find that funnel …
so when do we get Nara's Guide to Gaining..ya know for research porpoises
i really don’t have any advice to give that hasn’t already been given
i did do a top 10 wg hacks post that’s still circling tumblr pretty heavily to this day
i actually had to revisit my own post last year when i decided to get serious about taking care of myself again (read: gaining)
I've already been doing a lot of these things!!
Ay Yo gaining. advice that has really worked for me!!!!
when i first started in this world i thought the only way to gain was stuffig! and while yeah its hot it lead me down a path of overeating and feeling super uncomfy and often spoiling my appetite for a few days tbh. id frighten myself with how much food i had and wouldn’t eat as much cause i couldn’t keep up in my head the stuffing sessions often enough
Here’s what i’ve found really helps which idk it seems obvious but not as hot as the fantasy of a huge stuffing for every meal. it’s just slightly increased portions of stuff i’d already be eating if im having a sandwich maybe have two or and and half, just take a larger serving of dinner
just slightly over eat so your at a soft level of fullness it’s noticeable but i haven’t been overstuffed and unable to function
i’ve been doing this for a like a week and a bit now and i’ve put on 6lbs and i’ve been so much hungrier than i used to be, my stomach understands the assignment and im needing more and more food casually instead of one big stuffing just increasing everting and when i do t feel as full i just grab a snack it’s not uncomfy full just noticeable enough
idk if this’ll work for you but gaining doesn’t mean making yourself feel sick or uncomfortable with crazy big stuffings constantly that’s just not maintainable and will lead to burn out just have to eat a bit more all the time
Okay but actually, this. Don’t get me wrong, I love stuffings, being stuffed turns me on like crazy, but honestly it’s this. A little over eating adds up!
This is how I’ve gained. Stuffing can be fun, but its impractical to get stuffed to the point of being beached every day when we live lives and have stuff to do 😆 eating just past your usual point of satisfaction is the way, push yourself gently and you will unlock whole new levels of appetite. Your capacity will grow and soon eating for two or even three will become the minimum needed to satisfy yourself!