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[orchidomniscient]

imagining putting a feedee on a strict "diet plan" where you actually do make them eat less... however, after every meal, you get them to drink as much water as they possibly can. you say that it's a way to make them feel less hungry. every day, they drink a little more water. it barely helps them actually feel less hungry, but what it does do is stretch their stomach. their body has trouble getting used to it. sure, they had struggles with overeating before, but they never really pushed their stomach too far when it told them to stop. despite that, your instructions were strict. no matter what, whenever they eat, they have to fill the rest of the space with water. even if it groans in protest, even if it starts to hurt, they drink. all day, their stomach audibly sloshes. and each day, they manage to drink a little more than they could last time. they hardly even notice it, but you do. after a while, they've gotten completely used to the routine. they eat a small meal, and chug down practically a gallon of water afterwards. their stomach still groans from hunger, yet it's completely stretched out with water. if they refuse to drink it, you just make them. they don't ever get to skip it. after all, it's just part of the diet plan. their stomach gets used to it eventually too. it's nowhere near as hard to accommodate the water as it was at the start... in fact, it's almost like their stomach is starting to stay permanently stretched.

after a full month of the routine, you assess their progress. when their stomach is empty, they feel even hungrier than before. they barely get satisfied from the amount of food you've been giving them, only getting to feel some semblance of fullness when they're stretched with water. maybe they even HAVE lost some weight from the smaller portions... so you give them a cheat day. you take them to an all-you-can eat restaurant and tell them they can have as much as they want. their stomach growls on the way there as they imagine all the types of food they're going to eat. you both arrive and they hastily pile a massive amount of food on their plate. this is the first time in weeks they've been able to eat anything unhealthy... and they go all out. they devour whats in front of them, and quickly go back for more. a month ago, they couldn't even imagine eating like this... but now they can hardly control themselves. your feedee doesn't want to pass up on the opportunity to stuff themselves for as long as they can while they have the chance, so you're in the buffet for a couple hours. they only stop when they're absolutely sure they can't fit any more, with their belly jutting out under their shirt. you're sure they've got at least 10 pounds of food in their gut. you smile, knowing that your plan is working. they never could have fit this much before... you're sure this is the most they've eaten in their life.

now you say that you're going to take them off the diet plan, because of all the progress they've made... but in the process of the diet, you've made it almost impossible for them to control their hunger. their stomach got so used to being stretched every day that normal meals barely satisfy them anymore. their body always wants MORE. they only feel full when they're packed with as much food as they can possibly fit into their belly. it becomes rare for them to be seen without a noticeable gut, constantly snacking in order to fill up any possible space.

you don't even have to lift a finger anymore. every day they just gorge themselves. any pounds they actually managed to lose over the past month all come back within a week. the fact that they once couldn't stretch their stomach with ease almost feels like a distant memory at this point. eventually, they even get concerned and raise the idea of a diet again... but they give in to their newfound hunger immediately. who knows how long it would take for their stomach to get back to normal at this point...

congratulations! you've just managed to permanently ruin a feedee.

[plumshaped]

god rapid weight gain is so good!! innocently eating something small, like a truffle or a macaroon and then feeling a strange sensation coming over me... looking down and realizing that my body is growing- bigger, wider, softer, rounder... swelling under my clothes and eventually tearing out of them... watching as my tits swell up and sag to the side, rounding out with fat and resting on my rapidly growing belly... seeing my waist widen and my thighs thicken, but all I can do is pull my legs further apart to give them space... feeling myself rise as my ass swells out the sides... the new heaviness of my plump arms and fat cheeks... every movement making me jiggle as I can do nothing but wait for the growing to stop

[portionpusher]

Skinny GF is slipping... help me turn her into an overfed hog

This has always been my biggest fantasy... taking a pretty skinny girl and turning her into a total overfed hog. Keeping her stuffed until she's a greedy, mindless, stretched-out desperate version of herself. Not good for anything but growing and begging me for more 🥵 Honestly I never thought it'd actually happen in real life... but fuck, it's starting with my girlfriend right now. She's tall, thin (135 lbs to be specific), long legs, flat stomach, all of the works. Just absolutely beautiful, and I fawn over her. But recently she's been posting these cute little belly pics on her own Tumblr, thinking it's just playful teasing. She doesn't know it yet, but I started this page to dump every last depraved thought about how badly I want to cover her little frame in pure fucking fat. One day she'll scroll past this, recognize my PFP, read all of this feral shit, and it'll all start to make sense. She'll realize that I've been obsessing over every soft bit that's starting to show, every time she eats a little more for me. How much she's been filling out...

Gaining has been a slow burn for us. Honestly, the gears have been turning since we met, she's always known that I'm a feeder. But lately our midnight snacks have gotten longer. She'll ask me for something sweet after dinner, lean back afterwards, and rub her little belly herself now, like she's already starting to crave *that* full feeling. That tiny soft roll above her waistband? It's real, it's new, and it's mine. I rub it all time... I can't wait to see her again so that I can whisper and ask how good it feels to let herself get a little chubby, and how much better it'll be when there's real weight settling in... heavy rolls, a proper hang, a round gut that shakes everywhere with every step, and an appetite to follow. I bought a funnel for valentines... we're going away for the weekend, and she's definitely not counting calories anymore. This is just how it begins.

When she has her vibrator pressed against her clit, I slip my fingers inside her, curling slowly while I whisper in her ear "Feel how tight you still are? That's gonna change, piggy. The fatter you get, the more you'll stretch, the greedier you'll be for me." I can feel her get closer and closer, and I just let my most depraved thoughts come out. I tell her how I'm going to keep feeding her until her belly rests on her thighs, until she's fatter than every model she gets off to, bigger than any of them, a spoiled fat fucking goddess who couldn't ever bring herself to stop. We watch feedism content together, I see how her eyes follow those huge, overfed guts while her own flat stomach rises and falls... and I picture her covered in angry red stretch marks, swelling up in real time, hundreds of pounds of fat piling on in an instant, skin stretching, her whining, and blowing up bigger and faster than the feedee on screen.  She cums so hard when I push that fantasy, pumping faster inside of her, voice rougher, telling her to keep eating if she wants to keep finishing like this. Good girls get fat. Good girls never stop growing. 

She's letting go bit by bit for me. Pretty soon I'll put a belly on her, just further proof how she's surrendering herself to pure hedonism. The more she enjoys it, the hornier and hungrier she'll get... it's already addictive. Pretty soon her jeans will be digging in, she'll be huffing after a few steps, and I'll be there, pinching that growing gut lovingly, teasing her that she's "still too skinny," insisting she needs more when we go out, lathering her in praise with how good she looks in a filled-out frame. Still my pretty girl. I wonder how bad the denial will be?

I'm so proud of her. But she's far from done. Especially if she needs to get fatter than her favorites. I can't wait for the day she finds this blog and realizes how deep I've been planning to take her 😏

Who's got tips for keeping a skinny girl slipping deeper? I need all of the help that I can get. Just don't blow my cover 🤫

[fatfables]

Gainer Love

Liam licked the hot cheese off the roof of his mouth. The melted gooey compound coated his taste buds with the rich and creamy fatty flavors. Pizza was his favorite. His teeth bit through the slightly overdone crust releasing tiny particles of toasted brown dust that fell onto his cheese covered tongue. The flavors mixed and the dust began to melt from the heat of the cheese and his saliva. He chewed slowly, savoring every taste. Lee kissed him on the lips while he was still chewing. He opened his eyes and looked dreamily at his handsome boyfriend. Lee’s eyes sparkled and his handsome well defined jaw opened into a wide smile. “You’re such a good fat boy.” Liam’s heart pounded. He swallowed the slice and released a small whimper. As Lee backed off to hand him another slice, he looked down at his belly.

Liam’s belly was round, plump, and doughy. It sat proudly in his lap. He could see the top of the fat roll that pinched itself between his thick chest and ballooning belly. The layers of fat were thick and fluffy and piled on top of one another. Liam loved his belly, he loved how large and round it was. He loved how it lay across his thighs and sank down into his crotch. He loved to feel the underside, growing thicker by the day, pushing further out beyond his belt. He loved how it jiggled and rolled when he walked. He loved how full and stuffed he was. He loved how it demonstrated his greed. It was so soft, yet it made him feel so masculine.

Lee folded the next slice in two so as to make it easier and quicker to swallow. He pushed it with his fingers in between Liam’s lips, being sure to gently force it all the way into the back of his throat. Liam sucked on Lee’s index and middle fingers as he slowly removed them from his mouth. He had only just begun to chew when he felt the brush of warm bread against his lips. “Two at once, greedy, I know you want it.” Liam slowly opened his mouth, giving Lee a tantalizing view of the mushy half chewed slice on the back of his tongue. Lee delicately slid the third slice in. Liam closed his eyes once more. He felt a low rumble and deep hunger rising from his stomach. He chewed and swallowed both slices. The emptiness inside him was immediately replaced with a warm radiating glow that permeated out of his stomach, up his digestive tract, and into his mouth. “More,” he said softly.

The next slices were just as rich and flavorsome, if not slightly cooler. Lee nibbled on the underside of Liam’s double chin, and soft neck, as he masticated. Lee so wanted to feel Liam’s gullet open, and the food go down, as he softly teased his ever fattening throat. Liam swallowed and his throat bulged. Lee felt the vibrations through his lips. They sent a quiver down his spine. Lee reached down his own flat stomach, gently brushing his finger tips across his washboard abs, before sliding them into his y-fronts, and helping himself with the warm feeling that was building inside them.

Liam watched him with an intent gaze. He loved the difference between them; how all of their friends assumed that he was punching well above his weight. “Make me fatter,” he said, “I need more.”

Lee reached for the next slice with his left hand. He folded it once more and handed it to Liam, who stuffed it greedily into his mouth. “More,” he muffled before even beginning to chew. Lee did as he was commanded. Liam began to play with his own belly while he chewed. He cupped his hands under the center of his overhang, so that his finger tips were touching. He then lifted the large roll of fat, taking great pleasure in feeling its weight. So soft; so heavy. He slowly drew his fingers apart and let his hands glide along the fat around to the sides of his belly. He was starting to feel full now, so began to paw and rub, but didn’t stop chewing. Lee watched him in awe as he prepared another slice, one hand still in his pants.

Now cool, the cheese on the pizza slice had started to congeal. It no longer trickled off the edges of Liam’s tongue, but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was eat it. It was the last one and he needed it inside of him. He needed it in his belly. He needed it to be fatter; to feel better. He almost swallowed it whole.

His belly felt gigantic. His stomach felt stuffed. He had been such a good pig and Lee told him so. He looked down at Lee’s crotch. The outline of his hard cock was as clear as day, as was the damp patch where the head touched the fabric. He wanted to taste it. He needed the refreshing liquid on his lips after all of the savory. Lee didn’t need to be told. He recognized the hunger in Liam’s eyes. He clambered on top of Liam and, without removing his briefs, rubbed his dick along Liam’s greedy lips. Liam sucked at the salty moisture and pursed, as if he was applying lip balm. He kissed his upper and lower lip together, and breathed in through his piggy nose. He then opened his lips slightly, exhaled gently onto Lee’s hard quivering cock, and licked his lips so as to get the most of the wonderful taste.

“Can I make love to your fat belly?” Lee didn’t use the word fuck. It was too graphic and harsh. He loved Liam’s belly with all of his heart and desperately wanted to show it. His cock ached and tingled in all the best ways, and he needed to feel it pushed deep into all of that belly fat. “Of course.”

Liam loved it when his fit sexy boyfriend stuck his dick deep in his naval. He loved how almost all of the shaft was absorbed by the deep layers of fat that encircled his belly button. He loved how he could hold the sides of his belly and push it up and in so that the fat almost clasped onto Lee’s dick. He loved how his belly fat pushed Lee’s ball sack back every time Lee thrusted. He loved the sensation of the pressure of Lee’s cock pressed up against his overfilled gut. He loved how close Lee could get to actually cumming on his heavily loaded stomach bag.

Liam loved how fat he was.

Fat Fables

Male Weight Gain Stories with a Twist!

[prince-of-weeds]

Oh god you’re huge.

Seeing you sweat from such a short walk reminds me just how far you’ve come from that strong lean jock you used to be. Your chest used to be the widest part of you, but now that taut stomach commands your physique.

All I had to do was convince you to rest a little here, eat a little more there.

You’re so precious with your gut hanging out over the waistband. And I’ll ask you to put on that shirt from maybe 6 months ago- you know, the one I really liked? I’ll watch you tug the buttons closed, suck in your middle the inch or so you still can, and hopelessly try to pull the fabric over your love handles.

Baby, you really let yourself go, haven’t you?

[sticky-cravings]

Touch Starved

Imagine someone so touch-starved that the softest graze against their chest makes them whimper abruptly. That flirtation and teasing make their cheeks burn red. That the presence of their crush in all but modest clothing fully distracts them from doing anything else but to stare in awe.

That was me when you moved into the cubicle next to mine.

When the boss introduced us, I could barely tell you my name. My brain was mush looking into your deep brown eyes framed evenly under your full brows. Your curly dark hair draping over your forehead in such an effortless way.

I stammered out an awkward "nice to meet you, I'm Sandy." You smiled brightly and said you looked forward to working with me. I blushed. I tried to keep my thoughts as professional as possible but I started to wonder how your curls react to humidity...like the steam inside a shower...how they would extend and loosen with sweat and...exercise.

You came over frequently to my desk for small, work-related questions. Every time you stood over me while I demonstrated how to do something on my computer, my heart beat out of my chest. When you leaned in to point at one of the icons, I could smell your warm perfume. I'll never forget it.

Of course, I'd never ask you out. We are coworkers and can't engage in those matters. Besides, I'm terrified of rejection or making you uncomfortable. The only way I even stood a chance is if you approached me first.

One night we were working late to finish up a project due by the end of the quarter. When you got to a stopping point, you came over to my desk.

"I'm at a good stopping point, want to come get a drink with me?" You asked.

I twirled around, "Thanks for the offer but I don't usually, uh, mingle with coworkers after hours."

"That's bullshit, I saw you with Craig and the legal team at the Chilis last weekend. You just don't want to fraternize with me, is that it?" You accused.

I stammered, "I uh, want to keep our relationship professional." I turned away from you, blush getting redder by the second.

Your brows furrowed in skepticism. "We've been working together for two months and you've never dropped your guard around me like you do for the others, why is that?"

You inched closer to my desk chair as you grilled me. I felt the pressure of the desk behind my back as I scooted my chair away from you. I was cornered.

"Do you like me, Sandy?" You asked.

I opened my mouth to barely whisper a yes.

"Is that why you're always so nervous around me?"

I nodded, mortified.

You walked toward my seat, leaning on the arm rests and getting inches away from my face.

"I think it's cute. You don't get around much, do you?" You grinned as you sat on my lap.

I shook my head, the rest of my body was frozen.

"So when's the last time a pretty girl sat in your lap?" You asked.

"N-never had the pleasure." I mumbled.

"Never? So I'm the first to grind on your lap?" You started to gyrate your hips in a humping motion, grinding your pelvis against my thighs. I let out a pathetic little moan, covering my mouth with my hands to avoid being loud.

"If you were worried about me noticing you've got a crush on me, too late. I knew you liked me on day one. Question is, what are you gonna do about it?" You dragged your fingertips across my chest, making me groan with delight.

"Well, what are you gonna do about it?" You commanded, reaching under my shirt to pinch my nipples between your fingers.

I yelped, biting on my lip and moaning in delight at the surprise of it all. I can't think straight and can barely process what you're saying.

"I uh, you...um, uh...." i couldn't speak as I looked up past your unbuttoned shirt showing off your cleavage to your dominating dark eyes that commanded my submission.

You lifted up your blouse to pull your soft fupa out for me to see.

"Don't think I haven't caught you looking at this part of me too." You said as you jiggled your plumpest, bottom fat roll.

I just about blue screened on that one.

My body finally unfroze and my hands became fupa-seeking missiles. I squeezed your plumpness in my hands and groaned, thinking about how well-fed and sedentary you must be to have all these fat stores.

"You're drooling." You pointed out. I licked my lips and swallowed. "I- how did you know I was into this?"

"Did a little bit of investigative work. You're of interest to me." You smirked.

"So you're into what I'm into..?" I asked.

"Yes, now will you finally let me kiss you?"

You kissed me softly and I shuddered with euphoria. Shock waves of pleasure rippled through my body as you leaned into the kiss and touched my shoulders. Your lips were so oily and plush, it took all my strength not to nibble on them. I grabbed squishy handfuls of your belly to hold onto and massage while you kissed me.

Eventually, you pulled away because you heard someone walk into the office.

It was our boss.

"Hey Sandy, Maia, you should head out for the night, it's late."

"Uh, uh yessir, we just finalized the project draft and we're wrapping up here." you spoke up for me.

I was still stunned and euphoric. The boss looked at me us quizzically, shrugged, and then made his way to the elevator.

"C'mon, let's get out of here."

[cwnspam]

The chairs in work seem smaller lately, although you're more than aware it's not the chairs that are getting smaller. The shirts, the ones that initially fit you, seem stacked in a lonely corner of your room - untouched and not worn for a long time. You've gone up a few sizes since then, despite wearing each size until you practically couldn't anymore. You waited until it edged towards embarrassing, then decided to order another size up.

The first time, it felt humiliating; having to anxiously ask your boss for something you'd realistically required a month before. Now, however, such a request is second nature. It's as if you've gotten used to growing, which isn't exactly far from the truth.

The trousers, too. The ones that fit you fine years back still sit among the pile of clothes you once assumed you'd fit back into. That was until you gave into this whole mess and yet, a part of you holds onto it as if they're memorabilia. It's as if each outgrown item is a trophy, but the kind you're too self aware to hang on your wall. Not to mention, there's far too many to hang at this point, so the hidden ‘grown out’ corner suffices.

At some point, it was considered fluctuation. It was weight that came from all kinds of things; from a casual bloat, one indulgent holiday, a stressful month. There was an excuse for a casual 5, 10, even 20 pound gain - but that was years ago. That was where you'd started, in denial and unsure.

But the gain had you thinking. The tightness of your clothes made you curious and suddenly, you fantasised about them being just that little bit tighter. You experimented, then. That was what you called it. A few more pounds wouldn't hurt and overindulgence was comfortable. Relaxing. Maybe a bit too much.

It was exciting. Coming home each day and checking if anything had changed seemed a regular occurrence. By the time you'd reached one goal, you felt unsatisfied. That was undoubtedly how you ended up here; belly pressed to the desk and undoubtedly cutting into it. Your shirt now, no matter the size, didn't seem to hide your belly and the undeniable jiggle that comes with it. People's eyes seem to linger there first, before meeting your own with an almost apologetic look. They don't know you did this to yourself, willingly, nor do they realise there's no intention of stopping anytime soon. There's no reason to.

[fattenupbuttercup]

I told my feedee I wanted to condition him to think of getting his dick sucked when he eats and I would of course anything to keep my baby full... he thought it was super hot...

But conditioning doesn't stop when I leave so when I travel he'll just be eating with a throbbing boner and only more food for the dopamine❤️💦👍🏻😍