now it’s time to get chunky

blog for things related to wg, stuffing, and mpreg. it might get dark sometimes. i’m 18+ and you’d better be too. my pronouns are he/they.

[chubbybear79]

Fancy nibbling on this juicy fatpad?

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[chubbybear79]

Happy #tummytuesday guys!

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[feedistvin]

Yes okay I put on a few pounds

[hungrykeaton]

Can wait to see what else you got in that gut tonight. Go ahead and order some pizza... all you gotta do is open the app, place the order and enjoy.

Omg that pizza looks so mother fucking good 🥵🤤😍😳

Ugh fine I'll order some, that gif has convinced me to get some. 😩 Not sure how much I'll be able to pack down but I want some

Ugh my gut is already this fucking huge and I'm gonna eat more 😩

[feedistvin]

buys workout shirt

gets fatter

[dollhog]

How I gained 200lbs in 15 months. Hope provides insight/helps you gain!

I gained most of the weight through breaking my metabolism and constant grazing! I basically retrained my hunger signals to where, when the bloat goes down and I feel slightly less like I’m going to burst, I eat immediately. Eventually my body started to understand that not stuffed = hungry. If I’m bored, snack. If I’m happy, celebrate with food. If I’m sad, comfort food. It doesn’t matter what I’m feeling, I associate it all with food.

Eventually your body will somewhat adjust to the copious amounts of food, so gaining stupid amounts of weight won’t really be all that difficult. That’s when you know it’s time to increase the calorie intake. Drinking melted ice cream or cake mix and milk really helps too. It’s stretched out my stomach to the point where it would be impossible to loose the weight. And I just treat it like an extra fattening milkshake.

The process of being constantly stuffed to maximum capacity always has me feeling all hot and bothered, leading me to eat for food. And that eat/sleep cycle leaves me too bloated and swollen to really do much about being all worked up, therefore leading me to keep eating.

And good old smoking the devil’s lettuce helps too. It can take you from stuffed to bursting to ravenous in a matter of minutes. That’s probably responsible for a good portion of the weight on me.

[feedistvin]

Vin in 2018: "Wow this shirt is so tight now."

Vin in 2023: "Where did my lap go?"

[lardchitect]

Enabled

What can I say? I can’t help myself. I know it was probably wrong to do this to you, but I just can’t control myself. I just can’t stop myself from enabling your food addiction. I know it’s bad for you, but it’s so goddamn hot watching you grow fatter and fatter. To hear you moan about how full you are and then to encourage you to have a snack, or to eat more, and your cute token resistance before giving in.

I know it’s not right. It’s not healthy, or normal. And yet I just can’t stop myself from doing it. What can I say? You’re just too adorable, and I love it when you whine and complain about how heavy you’re getting. Really, how fat I’m making you.

Then sometimes you’ll try, (and fail) to do something about it. You’ll talk about how you’re definitely going on a diet and it’ll definitely work this time. How you’re going to lose all this gross fat once and for all. How you’re going to be the perfect, slim and fit girl you’ve always dreamed of being.

Yeah, right. Don’t worry, I won’t hold you to any of those promises. I’ll reward you for breaking them though.

I just love hearing you talk like that. Hearing you whine and complain about how fat you’ve gotten and how you’re going on a diet tomorrow and that you’ll do whatever it takes to lose weight. How you’re going to go to the gym and start working out again. How you’re going to cut down on all these fatty foods that you can’t seem to resist. And then I bring you another fattening snack or something and you can’t help but eat it all. You’re so easy to sabatoge. Just one little bite. Just one more. A third isn’t going to hurt, is it?

And then the next day comes and you’re right back to where you started. Eating, always eating. Making excuses to eat a few (bags of) chips here, or take a (few dozen) bites of cake (that I offered you) there, or… well, it goes on like that. And just like that you’re back where I want you.

So You’re still complaining about how fat you are, how you need to lose weight. And sometimes I actually let you try to lose weight (for a while) and you always gain it back and more. It’s so easy to make you lose control, you just can’t help but give into your gluttonous nature.

Don’t worry, you’re not alone. I’m right here. I’m right behind you, enabling you. Sabotaging you. Making you gain weight. Fattening you up. So when you finally give up on losing weight, and I can tell that you’re getting close to giving up… well then, it’s only a matter of time.

Until you finally hit that point where you can’t even stand up on your own. Until you can barely walk. Until you can’t even get dressed. Until you’re bedbound.

I know you’ll be ready to admit defeat at one of those points. Ready to give up on trying to lose weight. It’ll just take one little push. A nod of encouragement, or some simple words and more fattening treats. And then you’ll realize that there’s nothing left for you but to accept your fate as a fat, helpless pig.

[prize-pig-collection]

It’s not overeating if it’s how much you always eat

[stuffed-and-sweaty]

pay attention, this is advice for life!

[wickerfemme]

“Oh honeyyy,” you whine, resting your hands on the swollen gut pooling in you lap, “I’m so fucking fat.”

I lean in to kiss you: long and deep, my lips and tongue discovering salty-sweet traces of all the flavours I’ve fed you. My hand slips down to grab the soft little droop of belly between your thighs. Pulling out of the kiss slowly, speaking low against with my breath warm against your ear, I say:

“Not half as fat as I’m going to make you, love”

[porki-buns-deactivated20231111]

embracing an indulgent era. like of course i deserve a dessert after every meal. of course I should have seconds and if they should be available, thirds. Or better yet, serve it all to me all at once on a magnificent platter, and simply say, "take your time, I'll work on dessert." Let me stop for snacks, whether for now or later and let me indulge in as many whims as I can manage through the day. I'll keep nice and full. And if you're really feeling invested, maybe spoil me a little. Or, like, a lot.

[sometimesgaining]

Operation swallow my underwear in chub continues

[yourfeederfriend]

slowly but surely

you start to cook for someone who can’t/doesn’t like to cook and slowly but surely they ask for seconds (and sometimes thirds) and very slowly it’s a bit harder for them to button their pants because they’re a bit snug. the gradual, loving, weight gain is so pure and so wonderful. after a year or so they can’t fit into any of their pants anymore so they have only been wearing leggings and pajamas to fit their little belly they’ve grown. it’s now common for them to always eat seconds and more recently, thirds, at every meal you cook them, but the portions of those meals have gotten much larger. instead of the small, shallow bowls they used to eat out of, they now eat out off of one of those huge dinner plates, filled up and piled high. so that’s likely double or even triple what they were eating before. you think about how stick thin they were before you started dating, and it’s you realize it’s likely because they didn’t know how to cook, they just didn’t really eat much. but now that they’re with you, you feed both their stomach and their heart really well, and you both can’t wait to see what another year together will look like for them.

[gainerbf]

[gainerbf]

i love how big your belly is I'm striving to have a belly like yours one day ❤️

Better start eating a ton then anon 😉

[peneloperouge]

Intoxicated feedee are one of my favs.

Keep their head dizzy and hazy while they mindlessly consume for you.

Praise them and don't let them know they've swallowed nearly 10,000 calories within an hour.

Feed their munchies until they're too full to move then let them sleep to store the access.

Repeat the process and swap their shrinking clothes for larger sizes as they grow.

By the time they've figured out they've gotten way too fucking fat, you'll be able to persuade them to eat more anyways.

Then enjoy your nice plush feedee ❤️

[femmefeedist]

You really can't help yourself. You get lost in the flavors every time you take a bite. You don't even think about what's in it, you just enjoy every mouthful, always wanting more and more, mindlessly and happily eating it up.

Nothing is stopping you from opening another, from buying more, from saying yes, so you take dozens or hundreds more bites as time goes on.

It's your favorite, that's what matters.

Then suddenly, one day, you look down and see what all of these treats have done to your waistline.

And the thought that each and every bite that went past your lips probably ended up around your waist because it was all *extra* and now you're addicted and can't go back and you're only going to make yourself fatter...

at least you'll enjoy thousands of more bites because you're never going to stop yourself.