A Growing Boy

Progressive. Born in the 1970s. Taken. 500+ lbs Blogging feedist stuff, general fetish stuff and a good deal of soppy romance and self devel. Completely Smitten with my girl.

[the-shy-fa]

Ceding Control

Honestly I kind of love the idea of giving up control of my diet and weight.

Like, yes, please, offer me snacks before I've even started feeling hungry.

Say you're worried about me eating enough if I only have one helping at mealtimes (then do the same for 2 after a bit...).

Pout a little and rub my tummy if I don't have room for dessert.

Tell me what a good job I'm doing when my belly hangs lower, my shirts ride up, my thighs wobble and rub together.

Basically, tell me that you know what's best for me, and what's best is a hearty, indulgent diet and and ever-expanding rolls of pudge...

I'll be putty in your hands (in more ways than one).

[aseriouslysexywoman-deactivated]

[verytinybun]

Be dumb for me, piggy, and I mean dumb. Let me watch the thoughts disappear from your eyes as I push another cookie into your mouth. I want every ounce of independence you have to be replaced with obsession. Don't even think for a moment about how you look or who might see, just focus on me. Focus on the food. Give everything to me and watch how much easier, how much more fun life gets when you stop trying to think. You just get to spend the entire day eating and getting fawned over. Show me how bad you want to grow. Give in to me.

[secr3treveal3d]

So eager and willing to please me. His body is the sacrifice, his stretch marks are the battle scars that represent his loyalty. His cellulite, moobs, back rolls, and lard filled gut are just tools at his disposal to entice me. Tempting me to give into my most devious desires. Fattening him beyond both of our wildest dreams.

[verytinybun]

I want to tie you up and completely dominate you. Shoveling food in your face. You'd be aching for my hands to rub your tummy, begging me. I'd just grin at you and tease you about how much your hips are starting to widen. You'd squirm and I'd laugh, poking your bulging belly.

"Oh fattie...look at your gut, it's starting to look like a watermelon!" I would giggle, "But I think you could use a little more..."

Would you be hard for me piggy?

[fayamn]

You'll wait home like a good pet when I'm not there, right? Yeah, I don't need to ask, but I like to remind you just how much I own you.

Be ready to waddle your fat butt to the main door, I'll be ordering food for you during the day. I don't want you to lose some calories with hard stuff such as doing anything. Fast food multiple times a day, how does that sound? So light in calories I know.

I won't come back empty handed as well. Where do you want me to stop on the way home? I'll buy enough takeout to have a nice filling stuffing session with you. I want to see your fat self waddling to me when I come home, I'm gonna need some good long hug with my favorite pillow. Yeah, I'm talking about you. Soft, warm, oversized, overstuffed more often than not.

That's why you better be ready, I want to cuddle you, feel your fat, and know exactly how you plumped up today. Plus you like when I get my hands on you huh? Wouldn't miss this for anything in the world...

You know I'd cuddle and feed you all day if I could? But someone has to get the money to fatten you. Thanks for the weekend and holidays at least.

All right, I'm going, see you tonight fatty~ Feel free to send me as many pics and vids during the day, I'll gladly use my break time to watch you.

[bluesnacks]

Slowly but steadily you are just going to get fatter.

Fatter, hungrier, rounder, heavier.

And something tells me you will enjoy every bite, every pound, every extra inch of fleshy roll.. You will enjoy them so much, you will never want to stop.

[fatterforeva]

tiny feeders obsessed with growing their feedees as big as possible

[debaucheryandexcess]

[gets called a good boy one time and stuffs my face for days]

[ssbhmd]

Even long-distance, My perfect girl makes me want to grow and grow and grow for her.

[youregettingabitfat]

I want you greedier.. I want to indulge and spoil you so much, that your belly rumbles whenever I enter the room, as if your body associates the mere sight of me, with food and being fed. I want to stuff your gut until you can eat three times as much food as me, and you still want dessert, whilst eyeing what’s on my plate.

I want you lazier.. I want to pamper you so that you get used to rarely getting up from your pillow fort, and quickly curl up into it whenever we get home, then ask if I can feed you sweet treats. I want your pyjama day to be every day, so that you’re cosy and comfortable at all times, with your gut hanging out within perfect reach of belly rubs.

I want you fatter.. I want you to watch as your wardrobe rapidly becomes too small for you, then take you shopping for clothes you can grow into. I want to watch you fill them out and soon they become too tight, as you desperately try to tug the fabric over the chub spilling out. I want to make you so fucking obese that standing up makes you out of breath, that the thought of being fed makes you wet or cum, and that your enormous blubbery body doesn’t fit through doorways and continues to take over the bed, and all the while you know you should want to stop, but you don’t.. you want to just keep eating and growing..

[fatcolyte]

I told you what would happen if you didn't let me cum...I'm trying to get work done but my thoughts keep drifting. I'm stuffed, bloated, and horny for more. I'm not hungry...I'm horny. And being horny makes me want to stuff my face, fill my belly, and pile more and more and more soft fat onto my body for you.

I want to pass out after a stuffing only to be awakened some time later by a pleasant sensation. You have me in your smooth hands...rock hard in your palms and begging for release.

But that's not your intent. No, you here for something else, you tell me. You bring a jelly-filled donut to my lips and tell me to open up like the good little pig that I am. Open up and eat piggy. I obey. I have no choice. I need release and that is literally in your hands.

If I stop chewing, you stop stroking. So I chew faster. I take larger bites. Nearly the entire donut shoved into my mouth as you comment on what a greedy fat piglet I'm becoming. That turns me on more. But instead of begging for release...now I'm begging you to stuff another donut down my throat.

I want you to be pleased with how fat you've made me. In my head there's no more thought of how much I'm eating...no care about the massive amount of calories...no worry about the numbers on the scale flying higher and higher. My only thought is to be your good... greedy...fat ass piggy...yours to grow and tease and fatten all you want.

Force it into me. Make me your fat piglet. Grow me and pump me full of calories. Make my clothes tighter and tighter. My belly spilling over the waistband...my lap disappearing. My body swelling, growing softer...thicker...wider...fatter. I want to be so fat for you...I want you to be pleased with the thousands of calories that I willingly inhale straight from your hands.

Make me fat as fuck. Just feed me fatter, and do with me as you please 🥵🥵🥵

[plushcow]

In the mood to be tied up and funnel fed while being insanely stoned so i have no realization of how many calories are being funneled into my blown up body 🤤😍

[fa-feedeer]

I love feeding your addiction to food

I love how you normally finish every last grain of rice or drop of sauce, but you’re so stuffed to your limit that you can’t even eat something as small as a skittle.

I love when you can’t get up as easily because your belly is too full and bloated.. And I know it was just because you couldn’t stop yourself

I swear my crotch instantly throbs when you complain about how full you are and how you’ve eaten “too much”

But there’s no such thing as “too much”

I want to stuff you to your limit every night so that each night after, you’ll be more insatiable.

Your addiction to food intensifies my addiction to you and I love it.

[pudgybun]

foreplay and sex as a feedist is so unbelievably romantic. I never thought there would be so much of me for my lover to touch and worship, I never imagined the excitement I'd feel when his hands run over the sensitive stretch marks on my hips. having my weight push us together as my body melts into his. it's sensory heaven. I can feel my softness flood over him, I can taste the sugar laced over my lips, I can hear the breath leave him when all of Me is settled on his lap. there is no reason to dim the lights or cover my rolls. every heavy breath, every fold of my body that's lifted, is proof of our love and proof of how freeing it is to be fat and in love. moments like that, where I feel unapologetically fat and beautiful and desired.... it makes me want to cry knowing I was ever denied feeling the holiness of love and excess.

[bigfatbob4you]

Still Fat...(from shrubberylogistic, reworked for my sensibilities) It’s not like other kinks.

You can peel off the leather. You can untie the ropes. You can brush off the bedsheets. You can box up the cake.

You can blow her a goodnight kiss.

But you can’t shift the weight.

The rising digits on the scale. The way the mattress tilts. The springs that grate and grind. The heat. The pull on your chest. The ache in your stomach, the stretch of your hips…

It’s all there to stay.

Gentle whispers soothe you to sleep. Hazy memories bring you to morning. Soft fingers feel for where the weekend’s pampering has padded you out a little more. A smoother roll. A rounder curve. Your arms. Your thighs. Your chin.

You’re facing her as she gets dressed. Slips into that pencil skirt. Slips on her shoes, four inch stiletto heels. Slides into her blazer. She grabs her purse to leave. Food’s on the way, but she’s got to go. Another promise. Another hug and kiss. Another swing of the door. The click of the lock. You’re alone. Your stomach spreads a little further over your thighs.

She's gone, but you’re still fat.

She‘s picked up your clothes off the floor, but they’re still tight.

She rolled off you hours ago, but you’re still breathing heavy. And now she’s in traffic. She’s due a meeting. She’s getting a cup of coffee from her secretary and you’re still wearing a duvet over your massive, bloated, jiggling, gurgling belly. Drowsy, warm, and massive.

A knock on the door. You put on a robe that closes just enough to pass for decent. Bedhead, gentle greetings, sunlight through the crack in the door. The smell of bacon in a warm paper bag. You waddle for the couch. Breakfast is served.

You spread your bulk. You loosen the cotton belt. You reach in the bag. You pull down the waistband of your underwear, letting your belly freely spill over your disappearing lap. Your hand remains where it is. One bite. Another bite. A deep breath. Another bite. Fatter.

You wonder where you left your phone.

You need to show her what she’s missing…

[waddlestraddle]

Immobility is hot but realistically I adore the exact opposite? Like, I would love to feed someone from fat to much fatter and take such good care of them and their body that they would physically feel the same, just fatter? 😍

Like, feeding someone balanced meals with lots of treats but also lots of good, nutritious foods. Moisturizing their rolls and folds daily, helping with chub rub with powders and cute clothes that feel good for them to wear. Stretching together, doing yoga, going on walks, lifting light weights together. Going on low-impact hikes and swims and showing them off. Giving them massages, getting them high quality shoes and insoles, helping them with physio if needed. Making sure they're happy, comfortable, thriving!! Nurturing their quality of life, basically? 💖

Not for them but with them 💖💖💖