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@sapphic-and-indulgent
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!
there’s something so undignified and humiliating about someone shoving cake into your mouth too fast…….spilling crumbs everywhere and belching around huge mouthfuls, feeling your cheeks bulge and your double chin being emphasised…..i want someone to feed me an entire cake and tie me up while they do so to make sure i can’t move away or hide my face when i’m stuffed full of way too much food and looking like a fat overfed greedy mess <3
I want to be so big, it’s embarrassing.
I want to go to a restaurant and barely fit in a booth because the table squishes my belly, and have to pretend I don’t care how noticeable it is.
I want to have to stiffle a grunt whenever I stand up, so as to not look like I’m struggling.
I want to have to avoid laying down on the ground because my heavy gut might pin me down, and simply trying to get up would make me look helpless.
I want to have to make my friends wait when we go out to eat because I ordered enough to fill myself up, and it’s just that damn much!
I want to sit on a three person couch and make it impossible for more than one other person to sit next to me.
I want to have to make others wait for me before we go out as I struggle to get my shoes on.
I want to have to make everyone go to the mall so I can Maybe find clothing that fits me.
I want to go to the fair and have to sit out every once in awhile because I won’t fit in the rides.
I just want people to notice how big I am, and be as comfortable talking about it as I am, even if it’s teasing 😚.
I want every fat pig to want this, think it, experience it
she knows why.
It started innocently enough. I’d spoil you, and you’d happily indulge. You loved your sweets: cookies, donuts, pastries. Anything sweet and decadent, and you were on cloud nine. Eventually it started to take a toll, and you packed on some pounds. You downplayed it, made some jokes about being a “fatty”, and that you’d lose it.
That was over 150lbs ago.
Now you’ve outgrown my shirts and hoodies, which used to be oversized on you, and constantly sneak snacks and treats when you can. You whine when you’re hungry, often asking me to make multiple stops to multiple fast food spots, just so you can have your favorites.
You’re still the prettiest girl in every room, but also the fattest and most gluttonous. Your date night dresses are still tight, but they strain against your round gut and wide hips and thighs.
You’ve turned into a fat pig. A greedy, spoiled, insatiable pig. And deep down, I know you like it. You always say you’re gonna lose the weight, but when my hands are on your belly, you’re soaking wet. I’ve even caught you eating while you masturbate.
You want to ride my cock while eating sweets, licking frosting off my fingers like a good girl.
You want me to eat you out from behind while you’re on all fours stuffing your face, breathing heavily as you keep saying “fuck” under your breath as I eat both your pussy and your ass.
You want to be fucked while you feel every inch of your fattened body ripple and jiggle with each thrust, as you feel every inch of me inside you.
Face it. You’re never going to be skinny again. And frankly. I don’t think you want to either.
You’re my piggy slut now.
And I’m only going to make you fatter.
The First 100 Days
You've always wanted to try gaining haven't you? The thought of just giving in to your desires is constantly lingering in the back of your mind.
You know you'd be such a good feedee.... right?
You just can't restrain the feeling anymore. You decide to give yourself 3 months, no, how about 100 days to just absolutely give in. Just you, and your constant need to make yourself fatter. After all, you've always wanted to give in to your desires. The idea of getting huge and fat turns you on beyond measure.
You get started and you love it. Giving in feels soooooo incredibly good. It's who you were meant to be after all. A big, growing piggy. The feeling of your stomach expanding as you stuff yourself every day. The results aren't immediate, but your capacity is increasing rapidly. You're enjoying yourself so much that you start to worry...
Maybe, this is going to become permanent.
Maybe, this is the new me.
But somewhere just after the first month, everything really starts setting in. Those bad habits start cementing themselves on your waist line. Things are starting to get softer. Eating like a pig is becoming so much more... natural. You start to get worried. Is this really what you're going to become? A big, gluttonous hog? It's starting to look like your desires are going to have a very permanent impact on your body.
Before you know it, the first 100 days have gone by, and you didn't even notice. You're too busy shoveling food into that chubby gut. All limits, all restrictions, have completely disappeared. You're finally starting to get round. Your whole body starts to become soft and doughy. Stretch marks start appearing across your gut, evidence of your unhinged gluttony. You're starting to get fat...
You're starting to become a big, heavy, pig.
Those 100 days turn into 200 days, and before you know it, a year has gone by. But once again, you didn't even notice. You're too busy trying to fit into your pants, after all, you've gone up five sizes now. You're struggling, completely out of breath. You try and you try, but by the end you're exhausted. I guess you'll have to go up another size. Maybe you can pick up some new ones this weekend, along with a car full of the fattening food that you're now addicted to.
You see the days weren't the only thing that went by. So did your fitness. Your little "trial" turned into a year of gluttonous over eating.
Just "testing the waters" turned into day and after day of overindulgent eating.
You let yourself become a big fat piggy.
I mean you really thought you could give in to your greedy indulgences for such a short period?
You were so incredibly mistaken...
Your desire to become huge and fat consumed you. You thought you could just "give it a try" without it ruining your body.
Now you're obsessed. You're addicted to becoming bigger, addicted to making yourself fatter. There's no going back honey, somebody's going to get massive.
Just sharing some of my private textposts 4 the first time. Feedism thoughts, u know how it goes... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
You just want to let go, don't you ?
After lurking on the community for years, watching your online crushes and idols blow up steadily, sometimes rapidly, feeling a deep aching need to join them.
Despite resisting, you have been looking a bit more, plump, and pudgy, and tubby recently, nothing a stranger would blink twice at, but you know. And you feel every pound extra you've been carrying recently.
So now you're at a crossroads, do you stay firm ? Eat less, work out again, try your best to conform to what society wants for you, even if it makes you unhappy.
Or do you give in? Let yourself indulge in your gluttony, let hedonism take the wheel as you gorge yourself past the point of comfort, eating for the sake of consuming and taking because you want to be bigger.
Let yourself get fatter, work on stretching your stomach so you can hold more, outgrow your clothes and revel in the stitches ripping against your growing form, rolls stacking and flab hanging out as you become who you always wanted to be, join those chubby stars you've idolised and become inspiration for others just waiting to let go.
Its too much effort to control yourself anymore, just give in sweetheart, you've stopped yourself too long.
I love waking up hungrier, heavier & hornier every day😈😈
Followed you for awhile and the absolute hottest thing is that you're obviously very intelligent, educated, skilled, cultured
Yet you choose to be a extreme obese bimbo slut. Love that for you
haha, thank you. I use hedonism as an escape from the internal self-aware horrors. Someone said this recently and i really resonated with it "I have to spiritually lobotomize myself from intellectualizing everything and turning to a life of moderate ignorance and hedonism helps save me from depression."
Meet Kim, who after getting recommended to try out the new Moo Shakes that had been making waves ended up getting hooked on them. And turns
Oh to be mindlessly gorging on something because you have so thoroughly fucked your relationship with food, that you barely notice your ass widening beneath you or your belly beginning to swell forwards into your lap
God, you're such a pig
A real pig
You don't care, you keep eating
You don't notice the cute soft pink piggy ears growing out of your head, or the springy little corkscrew tail that bounces out from about the waistband of your pants (which are threatening to split by now), or how your nose is upturning into a sweet piggy snout as you snuffle down yet more food
What a cute, fattened pig you make
So mindless to your gluttonous lust for food
You oink sweetly, maybe something in you has some kind of realisation of what you've become, or maybe there's no thoughts in that cute piggy head of yours, it doesn't matter
Your belly is big and full, your ass is soft and pillowy, your tits rest heavily on top of your swelling gut
Life is bliss as a good fat pig
Hot scene in my mind: an intox and stuffing bender where a feeder makes me drink, smoke and eat for days on end. Maybe weeks. When I’m not eating, drinking or smoking, I’m sleeping or otherwise moving minimally. I only realize I’ve gained 20lbs when my feeder finally lets me sober up 🤤 the new hanging fat would be weighing me down, so the feeder tells me to sit back, have some more snacks. Smoke more. Another drink.
It starts off innocently, putting on a little bit of weight by accident. Getting comfortable, skipping workouts and snacking more frequently. The number on the scale creeps up.
But you can stop at any point.
You're still fully in control.
You become more comfortable with the habits that you develop, enjoying those snacks, indulging in them more...
Looking forward to spending more time on the couch, watching tv, mindlessly munching away...
Starting to notice it more, feeling your clothes cling tighter to your expanding figure. Fattened belly pressing against the fabric of your shirts... Feeling your fresh pudge jiggle and bounce as you walk down the stairs...
You start feeling hunger pangs as your appetite starts to grow... Little snacks that satisfied you before are now not enough, you need more...
The workouts become less frequent, "I'll go tomorrow" you keep telling yourself... Day after day goes by, eating a little more... sitting a little longer... "Diet starts tomorrow" you insist...
You can lose it anytime right?
You still have some control left, don't you?
I want you so fat that you can’t control how much you jiggle, no matter how much you try to hold your gut or however tight clothes you wear to try to contain your burgeoning mass.
I want you to pant and struggle to move, only to end up overdoing it again and again at dinner.
I keep thinking about the idea of being shared feedee. Letting a group of people fatten me up to their heart’s content. I want to be kept mindless and full constantly as they slap and play with my belly. 😵💫
I’m addicted to being so full I can’t breathe😵💫
