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the biggest I’ve ever been 😳
more on here
if only i could fatten up someone like this 😍
Yk im very big on office roleplay..
Imagine I’m your chunky boss, large and in charge of everything, while you? Just my loyal employee, willing to do anything just for some recognition by me 😏
Every day I pull you into my office and ask one question-
“are you hungry?”
Of course you are fat ass, after all, you have a secret job here that nobody knows you get paid to do—
Being my office pig
You’ll never need to concern yourself with endless, tedious paperwork as long as I’m here…
That’s just to distract your colleagues so the don’t get to see the damage I’m doing to your body
Everyone is too glued to their screen to pay attention to how wide you’re becoming
They’re too distracted to see you burst out of your old uniform as you’re forced to stuff yourself just for me
Every day you walk in just a little fatter, unable to see your privates, your feet, not even past those udders you’re starting to grow
And every day ends with you with a funnel in your mouth, bent over my desk…
while I plop my heavy gut on that bubble butt and stuff my cock inside of you — 😘
Yeah your habits have rubbed off on me, but that’s ok
We look gooooood being fatties together
Now get me some food… I wanna smother our nasty bits with my growing belly while I plow you in missionary
Okay, hot concept time once again! So, another inherently super attractive thing is when formerly athletic people get fat (as feedees). Like, listen; once again, JUST THE MESSENGER. Like, someone going from fit to like REALLY chonky is just umph, you know? Like, they could run like SEVERAL laps before, but now get winded climbing the stairs? Getting off of the COUCH??! All because they got super into eating to satisfy their fantasies??! Because stuffing their face became more important??!
(Yikes, oof! :) )
Literally me
Do you have any tips on how to gain faster for starters
if i’m honest, the first hundred pounds i gained was accidental. i just let myself go without thinking about it.
so, for starters, here’s how to accidentally gain 100lbs:
wake up, you’re off work with a disabling injury, so you have all the free time in the world. hell, wake up at noon if you want to! but don’t worry, breakfast can be any time you want it to be. make yourself a 5-egg omlette with plenty of cheese and butter, toast with butter and honey, and a big cup of juice. sit around on your ass because you don’t want to aggravate your injury.
hell, it’s only 1:30. you have time to get high, right? what about super high? and your pantry is fully stocked because your husband is at work all day and worries about you going hungry. so you load up a pot with two servings of ramen noodles with extra toppings and an egg. god damn you are so high, so you eat a pack of cookies over the pot while it cooks. you eat the whole pot of ramen laying down on the couch, watching youtube videos.
what the hell? it’s already 8pm and you haven’t moved all day? shit. might be time to get outside for the first time today. your high has worn off and the sun has set, plus you just moved to rural suburbs from the city. so, naturally, you drive everywhere. hell, if you’re already driving, might as well hit up a drive-through. might as well get extra just in case you get hungry tomorrow, because you’ll definitely eat it tomorrow right? not all at once sitting in the driveway of your house?
now it’s time for a little midnight toke’n’snack. you can’t fall asleep without weed anymore, nor can you fall asleep without at least a little ice cream. so you eat half a pint of phish food and pass out without a care in the world.
wake up at noon again. shit, you’re bloated. you shouldn’t be hungry but you are. you decide to “treat yourself” (what else do you do nowadays??) to a breakfast sandwich and a walk around a park to actually leave the house. this turns into eating two bacon egg and cheese bagels in a park in sweatpants that are slowly growing skin-tight with every passing day. this has been your routine for a month and you’ve probably put on twenty pounds but you are deep in denial. these habits are hard to break. you haul your ass home from the park to get high on your couch again.
the next time you emerge from your cave, you are forty pounds deep. it’s a party for your husband’s friend. you paint yourself into a sundress that used to fit flowy and make an appearance. people make comments about marriage treating you well and you brush them off. you’re just in a rut right now and when you get back to work it’ll be better. you hog out on the cake and hors d’oeuvres because you’re so used to eating like a monster you can’t stop yourself. you ask your husband to stop at taco bell on the way home because you’re “hungry” (code for not stuffed to the gills) and he obliges because he loves you.
you feel constantly bloated and your belly is never flat anymore, which you blame on your constant binging. but when your pants don’t fit, you haven’t gained weight, you’re just puffy. you order the next size up just to be comfortable. you go to an all you can eat buffet with your husband and shock even yourself with how much you can put away. have you always been able to eat a full pizza?
getting stoned first thing in the morning and last thing at night and forgetting how much you’re eating/ eating just for texture /eating until you feel “full” (stuffed) is the defining feature of your leave from work. you come back 56 pounds deep and in deep denial. this is when your weight hits a nosedive. you are back to exerting yourself somewhat at work so you feel justified in doubling your food intake, even though the math doesn’t add up. you stop on your way home from work at the five guys on the way. you deserve a second dinner you “worked”.
before you know it, you’re sprouting your first ever stretch marks. this is when denial falls away and you realize: holy shit i got really fat. you got married in a small covid friendly ceremony two years ago at under 200lbs, you’re now planning your bigger, public wedding pushing 270. you desperately try to work out. you cut out weed, or you try to. but old habits die hard, and you can’t stand feeling hungry anymore. it takes under a month to pile on fifteen more pounds, even though you desperately don’t want to. you suddenly feel every pound youve been ignoring. you feel like a whale. it feels… good? you look in the mirror. it’s sexy? you like it? what the fuck????
wires are crossed in your head. the belly you’ve spent months sucking in is suddenly the hottest thing ever. your boobs are huge!! yay!! you feel sexy and a little naughty for wanting more. so you secretly post online about it in the dead of night. it doesn’t take long to tell your husband what you want; what you need. he doesn’t understand but says go for it. floodgates open. you balloon. 300 comes naturally.
that’s how you gain a hundred pounds accidentally friends
Real shit
Imagine a blunt rotation with unsuspecting feeders who peep your fatass and insist u puff just a little more each time u pass, leading to you getting so high that u can do nothing while you’re force fed and getting your fat body relentlessly groped…
Does that turn u on…
you fucking pig
Two months apart 😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅
Bit of an update… I got fat
I know I don’t post often (someone created an instagram account using my photos and pretending to be me. F*** them, I’m not giving them new content. Thank you to a kind soul for letting me know). I just couldn’t resist a posting an update though.
I’m now over 200 lbs and comfortably fit in plus sizes. I’d never thought I’d get this big, but here we are.
you love to feel like this, don't you?
no responsibilities.
no routine.
no fixed times.
no duties.
just filled to the brim with good food, endorphins beaming from your little piggy brain and dopamine rewarding you for engorging and gobbling on anything edible within a radius of 2 meters from you... wondering what's for dinner.
you wake up at improbable hours, and then you eat, you hit up the pc and devote your hours to videogames, streamings, and food until you go to bed.
i don't even have to encourage you by now...
you're digging your own grave a bite after another.
you know, i see the posts you publish on your kinky socials.
you almost always say that it's me filling that ball of lard you have as a gut...
...but in reality, if I make you stuff once a week it's a lot. After all, I work full time and I'm often too tired to do much but cook for you a filling meal and then going to bed listening to some ASMR to fall asleep...
but you... you love to appoint the entire guilt on me.
you love to tell everyone that it's me rendering you so obese that you can't even walk anymore.
you love to make everyone think "boo hoo poor feedee, her wife is fattening her up!"...
...while in reality you panic if you don't eat for even an hour.
the other day you literally had a meltdown because we didn't have anymore cookies.
and two days before that, you begged me to find another job just so that you could order mcdonalds more often.
(i'm searching for it, of course...)
i'm watching your puffy body sink in the mattress and i can hardly recognize each body part as a human one...
you're deforming your meat vessel by adding so much lard it's becoming unrecognizable.
you're digging your own grave a bite after another...
i'll sleep all night, like always...
...and instead you, like every night, will wake up around 5 am and eat whatever you can fit in your mouth without having to cook it.
oh, my dear hog...
you are so lost in the folds of your own obesity...
so much lost that you fail to notice that, at this point, your own greatest feeder... is yourself.
Pure blubber🐳
Food is yummy and it's making me fat, Food is fattening and its making me yummy. Off in search to make myself even yummier...
Stroke to that swollen, useless gut and feel how weak you’ve become… no orgasm for you tonight, my pathetic gooner. Just hours of slow, leaking edging while you worship the fat I’ve piled onto your worthless body. The heavier you let yourself get, the longer I’ll keep you throbbing on the edge—dripping, desperate, humiliated—begging your cruel queen for a release that’s never coming. Eat another plate, pump until it hurts, and stay my denied, obese little toy forever. 🖤😈
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 afraid of me. Afraid of how much I'll change your body. Afraid of not knowing if I'll ever stop. Afraid of me feeding you so much that you can't escape my clutches. Afraid of me being the only one who can make you feel this way. Afraid of me pushing you past your limits. Afraid of me not letting you out of your restraints until I'm satisfied. Afraid of me changing your life so much and you are powerless against it.
Seeing the look of terror on your chubby innocent face when I enter your room brings me such joy. And I know you love bringing me joy. That is your job as my plump pet, is it not?
I will restrain you, I will vibe you, I will tease you, forcing you to eat until you can't take it anymore. Only when you're a crying, whimpering mess will I let you have your release. Then after, while you're still panting, you'll thank me for it.
I'll take such good care of my sweet, pretty boy. I'll bathe you. Caress your plump cheeks. Tuck you into the softest bedding. The look of terror long gone from your eyes, now they are only glazed over and lidded, full of adoration for me and only me. And that's what makes you so afraid of me - because you can't stop.