#nonbinary wg

[moonlight-lobotomy]

Feedist kinktober day 3: creepy cookies

Felt like these two were a fitting choice. Because like. They are cookies

[transfat-rat]

Some of my favorite pics from the past couple days 😮‍💨

[transfat-rat]

Urp~

[transfat-rat]

What would you feed this belly? 💕

[transfat-rat]

Transfat Rat 🐀

Call me Rat! I’m a nonbinary feedee and weight gainer. My pronouns are they/it.

If you wanna help me with my gain, I use 💵App! My tag is R0adkillRat. I’m also open for customs, just DM me!

Transfat is a pun because I’m both transgender and trying to get fat 💕

Currently looking for a feeder!

All weight units are in pounds (lbs)!

Starting Weight: 140

Current Weight: 155

Goal Weight: 200 🔒

Goal Weight 2: 250 🔒

Ultimate Goal Weight: 300 🔒

[fatasmagoria]

So uh, apparently lying about all day and eating junk food causes your weight to explode. Who woulda guessed, right 😅 I’ve outgrown another pair of jeans, kinda. I have to unbutton them when I lean down to tie my shoes, because I know that if I leave them buttoned and lean forward, I’ll probably burst the button.

It’s tempting to just break it right now, but I want to get so fat that the button pops off just from wearing them normally.

I desperately want someone to jiggle my belly from behind and tell me how huge I’m getting as we watch movies and feed each other pizza.

[fatasmagoria]

furniture

As someone who weighs over 300 pounds, eventually you get to a point where you have to judge furniture before you sit on it. You have to consider whether your fat ass will be wedged between the arms of a chair, or whether the whole thing is just too flimsy.

I’ve been fat for so long that this process of judging furniture has become automatic. But for you, a growing fatty? No, you’re probably going to learn the hard way.

I can’t wait to see you dump your plump ass into an armchair, only for your thick thighs to spread out and trap you. Or maybe you become so heavy that, even if you don’t get trapped, you can’t get up without assistance. Stuck in a chair, moaning and wobbling pathetically.

And god, my panties soak at the thought of you actually breaking furniture. Merciless fattening has led to you being unable to sit down without a chair or a bed creaking in agony, until one day, it just collapses under your heft.

But who needs furniture, right? You’ll only keep growing with my bad influence. Let’s grow together, sweetheart, until we don’t fit on a double bed. Let’s buy stuff and surpass its weight limit. We’re going to get so fucking fat, babe.