[teddy-bear-lover]

About me!

I'm 29 and just love big soft boys 🐻

I'm a straight female, originally from the UK but now living elsewhere in Europe.

(If you ever feel like making me jealous by stuffing yourself with English goodies, I am normally craving chocolate hobnobs and pork pie 🤷‍♀️)

I have no interest in gaining myself, in fact I'd prefer to lose weight right now 😅

I'm 5'7 (170cm) and semi active (working on making that more active though...)

I love soft feedism and at my heart I just want a big boy to feel so happy and loved and able to be truly hedonistic BUT I do also enjoy teasing and a little manipulation hehe

I just enjoy writing my lil fantasies and I hope that people enjoy reading them 🥰

My asks and DMs are open but I don't respond to everyone! And I prefer to have a bit of conversation outside of just food and encouragement. And please be mindful that I work full time so sometimes I take a long time to respond 🥲

Also, no under 18s!

[spiritual-bed185]

We all know chubby cuddles are best

[fatterigrow]

"Let them eat cake' she said. So I did 🍰.

[teddy-bear-lover]

I'd like to remove the batteries from the scales, so that you can't see how much weight you're putting on. I'll pretend they're broken, but it's okay we don't need them anyway.

I'll make sure you always have your favourite snacks around. Go and grab them whenever we're chilling together and open them for you. You'll be so comfy and engrossed in what we're watching that you won't realise that I'm not eating any, and you've nearly finished them all by yourself.

I'll wrap my arms around your body and kiss you all over, telling you how handsome you are and how much I love your body. You'll stop paying attention to how much it's changing, if I still love it as much as before then you can't be changing, right?

I'll always suggest you order more food, or take a second plate of my cooking. You might as well, it's better to have too much than not enough, right? And it doesn't matter if there's enough food for a few people, we can always put it in the fridge for tomorrow.... Or a few hours when you get hungry again...

I'll secretly replace your clothes with the next size up... Or two... Cutting out the labels so you don't even realise. Any time your clothes get noticeably tight on you I'll just blame the dryer. I hate doing laundry and mess it up quite often, but I'll buy you some more and make sure to pick you up some sweet treats to apologise for messing up.

I'll keep you so happy and oblivious to how big you're getting. Making sure you feel loved and content whilst I secretly fatten you into a soft jiggling man. Keeping you too happy and satisfied to even consider you're gaining weight. Spending as much time as possible keeping you sedentary. Bringing food to you, and snuggling up as we prepare for another chill evening, watching tv and snacking. And when you're stuffed full and in danger of falling into a food coma, I'll climb on top of you, kissing you passionately to wake you up. I'll ride you with such enthusiasm you won't even consider trying to be on top. You'll never find out just how much you'd struggle to hold your heavy body up, how much you'd be panting as you tried to thrust yourself into me. You're just too happy to eat and get fucked to register any changes to your body and fitness.

And when you finally notice how much your body has changed, it'll be too late. Standing in front of the mirror, you'll see a stretched, soft belly, newfound moobs resting just above, side rolls poking out, thick thighs rubbing against each other, pillowy arms hiding any of the muscle that was previously there, a soft layer of fat surrounding your rounded face. Before you have time to let the panic set in, I'll come up behind you and wrap my arms around your big soft body, squeezing you and kissing you. Tell you how handsome you are and how much I love your body.

Maybe you'll blush a little bit, at the realisation your body is very different to when we met. No more defined muscles, abs long since melted away. A thick layer of fat encasing them now. Your breathing is laboured as your chest struggles to expand under the heavy mound of fat there. You'll look down and realise you can no longer see past the soft round belly. Stretch marks visible over your hips and thighs and tummy and moobs. Embarrassment burning up as you finally register exactly what you've done to yourself.

But when I offer you a snack all of that anxiety will wash away. You'll smile sheepishly and accept the food from me. Your stomach growls in appreciation as you start to fill it.

Maybe I'll put the batteries back in the scale. Let you see the full extent of what I've done to you. How much fat I've managed to put on your body without you noticing. How oblivious and hungry I made you. How docile and submissive you became, allowing yourself to be fed and fucked without thinking about what was happening to your bodym But by this point, you won't have the willpower to change. You slipped so easily into obesity. And now you're too fat, lazy, and addicted to food and my affection to ever do anything except grow bigger.

[teddy-bear-lover]

Belt Buster Again. So first, I have to say, eating a dozen doughnuts at the end of the day the first time when I had to waddle my big, full, belt-busting gut to my car where I could sit, and sigh, and rub it (maybe even bounce it a bit to help me digest), was one thing. But the other day when I wrote you I ate the doughnuts BEFORE work. I was so absolutely stuffed when I showed up, it the 2nd day of a visit and honestly I wouldn't be surprised if everyone though i was hungover. I couldn't stop stifling burps and sweating, I had to keep adjusting my ballooned gut to try to get comfortable. I just want to go back to my hotel, rip my clothes off and lay there with my big hair pale belly exposed, letting myself fatten and expand in peace. Instead I was answering all sorts of questions, having to get up to go to different parts of the building to look at things, and I'm going over stuff that I've recited 100 times but it was so much harder pumped full of creamy fattening dough. I felt like a blimp. Honestly I didn't notice till I got back that night that I had frosting stains on my shirt. Anyway I thought you'd want to know how that day went, you definitely played a part in me eating like that.

So where I work the per diem is structure in such a way that food has it's own account vs hotel/travel cost/etc, and it's pretty high because they just do it across the board no matter where you are, so if food is cheap where you are you can get more. You only get it if you submit the itemized receipts. I, obviously, being someone concerned with efficiency, always want to max that out. I also happen to love deals and cheap, ass fattening junk food. There is some accountant in the office who has to read my receipts and see how fattening my meals are, see how I keep getting buy one get one free meals at fast food places, all the doughnuts, late night desserts, etc.

Anyway, back to the fantasy, if I had an assistant, she would get per diem too. And since she works for me, she would absolutely have to know that using it all is mandatory. Even if she had to force me into eating it to finish it off. Thinking about spending all day with her 'accidentally' ordering too many doughnuts, running to do the lunch order and getting me two meals with a milkshake while she has something smaller, having to run an errand and bringing me back something fattening because it was 'right next to the print shop', a big long dinner with appetizers and drinks and desserts, one she wanted to try but 'remembered' she doesn't like it when it arrives and I have to eat it, seeing her messing with her phone while I push cake into my mouth down to my burgeoning belly. I'm so full and fat as we are walking out she has to slow down let me keep pace as we walk back to our rooms, and she mentions there is only 'one last thing we have to go over with the expenses' and follows me into my room as I sit down into an armchair, the buttons on my pants and shirt straining with my gluttony. She talks about needing to pull something up real quick as their is a knock on the hotel door, she answers and it's several bags of a food delivery. She says 'Oh yeah, I had only used half my per diem for today and I know you hate when I waste that. Since we are flying out tomorrow you're going to need to eat all this right now. Need some help?' Honestly after being treated like for a while I'd probably have to up my flight expenses too since I'd need a 2nd seat.

I had to leave this in my inbox for a bit to cool off after reading it, goddam 🥵

I love that you're so damn greedy you ate a dozen doughnuts BEFORE work. That's some insane gluttony. Was it your breakfast? Or had you already eaten before and decided you needed a casual snack of 12 doughnuts..... I don't think anyone in the room thought you were drunk if your belly was straining against your doughnut stained clothes 😉 you must have looked a sight, clearly just stuffed yourself full of sweet sugary food.

And by the time you'd finished, was your belly still full? Or did you go out and eat some more? You can't just have sweet things all day, you need to eat a full meal too you know. Some nice greasy burgers to help ease your stomach after all of that sugar.

Oh I'd love to be that assistant. "Accidentally" ordering too much, "forgetting" what you asked for and just ordering a few things in case I remembered wrong. Making a big deal out of how full I am and pushing my leftovers towards you, knowing you can't stand to see food go to waste so you'll just finish it off for me ....

I'd make sure I order myself the cheapest food I could so I had as much money left over day as possible to spend on fattening food for you.

Helping you walk back to the hotel only to sit you down and tell you I had some money left. Looking at you with big innocent eyes saying I didn't want to waste it... I know how much you hate it when there's money leftover, but I'm so full I can't eat any more so I ordered your favourites instead.... I know you just had dinner but I was hoping you could make a little more room? It's okay if not I guess I'll just throw it away, but it feels so bad to get rid of this much food, right? And I know how much you like it all... Maybe just take a few small bites of each thing, just so you can enjoy the experience. Get comfy in your chair, I don't mind if you have to loosen the button on your jeans. Here, I'll bring you the food, you don't have to get up for it. You're helping me out really, by eating my food allowance. I'm really grateful for the opportunity to be your assistant and I'm really happy you always help me out with my meals. And you never get mad when I make a mistake ordering food, you always just eat it all for me and pretend it's what you wanted anyway.....

But we both know it's exactly what you want 😉

Yeah, you'd blow right up 🤭

[jdoegainer]

Some days all I want from this fetish is to be manipulated into growing bigger than I planned. I love the feeling of losing control and feeling like weight gain is inevitable.

To have someone constantly plotting and planning behind my back all the ways they could influence my appetite and habits in order for me to fatten up for their pleasure... 😍

It could be anything from 'accidentally' ordering too much and guilting me into finishing an extra plate... or two or three with puppy dog eyes. Telling me that it would go to waste if I didn't finish it all.

Or spending the time to understand me and the kinds of food I could just eat mindlessly. Setting me up on the couch to play a game or watch a movie and constantly refilling the supply of snacks that they keep me surrounded by so I don't even notice how much I'm eating before it's too late.

Maybe Pavlov-ing me into expecting pleasure whenever I'm stuffed painfully full so as to re-wire my brain into enjoying food even more than I already do.

Perhaps cutting the size tags off my clothes and replacing them with larger sizes so I don't notice my clothes getting tighter on me. And when my belly sticks out so far that I can't even see the numbers on the scale anymore, keeping me in the dark about just how much I've grown.

Maybe even when they're honest with me about how they are fattening me up, hiding just how much of an influence they're being and obscuring their true goals for my size. Bargaining with me just to get me to gain another 20lbs. Telling me that it's only a little more until I reach a nice round number. Telling me that I'm so close to a big milestone, aren't I curious what it would be like to be so big? Rewards for reaching those milestones that just result in even more weight. Constantly shifting the goalposts and making me blow past many soft limits.

I would so enjoy seeing just how much a feeder like that was enjoying it too.

And then, when I'm way too big to do anything about it, them confessing about just how much bigger they really plan for me. Feeling an electric mix of intense pleasure and mild panic at the thought, knowing that there's nothing I could do to stop.

[teddy-bear-lover]

Belt Buster again.

I love the encouragement. I love coming to your blog because of how you write your posts. I have a fantasy about what if they gave me an assistant that was a feeder. I'm getting so big, things are taking me longer, I'm going to need help eventually. Someone to order the doughnuts, and make sure I get the big cream filled sugary coffees I like. Let me focus on the managerial alignment while you order me a big lunch. You'd probably have to point out my 'wardrobe' malfunctions, because let me tell you the bigger I get the more often something happens. My belly slips out of my shirt, my buttons around my chest are often so tight because of how top heavy I am there's a gap, definitely keep a spare belt. We would have to get dinner to debrief and you could order for me since I'm so distracted by work. You'd have to help me to my hotel room like I'm drunk but it turns out Ive just been eating fattening food all day.

It's already working, I'm writing this from my rental car eating from a box of dozen doughnuts I bought, its not even a day I bring doughnuts in.

Mmm I love reading your asks 🥵

I love the idea of them hiring an assistant for you, not because of the workload but because you ate yourself too fat to do your job the way you did before?

It would be great if you had a secret feeder assistant to help fatten you up though. What if they pretended to be bad at their job and keep making ordering mistakes, so they'd get 3 boxes of doughnuts instead of 2 and you'd have to eat a whole extra dozen just to stop them from going to waste. And they apologise and pretend it was a mistake but really they just wanted to watch you munch your way through two dozen doughnuts hehehe

Maybe they'd even start ordering clothes for you so you don't have to think about what size you are now, and they make sure there's always a little bit of growing room for you... Although they'd still have to check the buttons are holding on and that your belly hasn't slipped out mid meeting 🤭

A dinner is definitely necessary for a debrief, those things can take so long and if you're hungry you won't concentrate as well. Better make sure you have a big meal with starters and dessert to keep you energised enough to discuss all the important details.

So you bought a dozen doughnuts to eat all by yourself? You're definitely going to need an assistant soon. They might have to drive you around too, if your belly gets too fat for you to reach the wheel, let you sit in the passenger seat grazing on food, growing even bigger on your way to get more doughnuts

[teddy-bear-lover]

Same belt buster from before. I just had to respond.

Honestly almost everybody takes doughnuts when I do this (and I ALWAYS, bring doughnuts) I used to just buy myself one extra on the side, but then I'd sit there salivating over all the other ones I'd bring for the teams I'm doing managing for, I always encourage them to eat them because thats what their for. Plenty of times all but one gets taken so I get that one, but for all my salviating, i decide 'well two because i want to try two different ones' or i want one stuffed with cream. Then yaknow... I wakt to try three different ones. And because everybody always leave the last doughnut (or a bunch cut in half, whaat?) I usually get a fourth or fifth. I feel like I'm getting close to working myself up to my own half dozen. When I got to eat that dozen last week I can't stop thinking about my thoughts, about how I rationalized eating a whole dozen doughnuts to myself, because obviously I didn't want to carry them to my hotel (I guess I did, in my belly) and how doughnuts arent as good when theyre old so I can't just eat them over time I need to eat them now. Then I started to think about how fat they were going to make me, how deep my belly button was going to get, how I'm getting some seriously big moobs, I have a beard so you cant see my chin but I must have a serious double chin at this point. I had to keep picking frosting and sprinkles out of it. I wonder what my first couple of teams I trained would think if they saw how big I'm getting. I wonder how much bigger I'll be next summer.

Unfortunately for me this week, new team training and I only got one left behind and it was just a glazed one. I need to start buying more cream stuffed. I got a bigger belt too...

I'm very happy you had to respond, Belt Buster 🥵

I love that you were already building yourself up in your mind to eat half a dozen one day. You do this regularly enough that you've increased how many extra doughnuts you buy already. Like some people only take half and you're standing there contemplating 6?

And of course when a whole dozen was left you had to eat them all. You're right, they wouldn't have tasted as good the next day. You needed to eat them all there, or it would have been a waste. And your body clearly appreciated the extra calories, can you feel your second chin as you're eating? Even if it's hidden behind a beard it must be there. Swelling up like the rest of you. In case the fat belly and swollen chest wasn't obvious enough 🤭

Perhaps you should buy two dozen. One for the team, and one for you so you can try out all the flavours. Clearly you can manage it. And now you have a bigger belt so you won't have another snapping incident.... At least for a while 😉

[teddy-bear-lover]

Massive fat man fantasy experienced today.

About a year and a half ago I started a job that has me travelling around staying in hotels to do management, and I have been blowing up. Most of my food gets comped and I have long hours, so I end up just eating fast food all the time and gorging when I get to my hotel. Ive put on over 50 pounds, Im tipping close to 300. Its mostly in my big gut and moobs, but my legs have seriously started getting fat and my ass is getting W I D E.

Anyway, I was visiting a new team today and I brought a dozen doughnuts in, while obviously buying three for myself to eat in my car before showing up. I greeted everybody and introduced myself and did the whole thing letting people knoe the doughnuts are there. But the day went on, nobody took any, and later it got, i ate my bacon cheeseburger and fries lunch with an xl soda, the afternoon, still nobody took any, and eventually everybody left without eating any doughnuts, all 12 were left. At that point... i figured to myself, well I bought them, i might as well eat them. I sat there, with both hands, stuffing doughnuts into my mouth and moaning. Thinking about how fat I'm getting. How my belly bulges as I stuff more into it. Thinking about how soon its going to be until i need a seatbelt extender for my flights. Thinking about people accomodating how fat and out of shape I am by just bringing me everything st work. Stuffing more doughnuts in my gut, thinking about how I'm going to need special office furniture because im too fat for standard chairs. Eventually, I finished the whole box, I was sweating, and panting, and I could feel my fat overfed pig stomach growling. I got up to waddle the empty doughnut box to the trash and I dropped it on accident, being too distracted with my fat I guess. When I bent over to get it, I snapped my belt. My gut has become wayy too huge for my 42" belt, and i had been tucking my pants over my huge gut for some time(causing it to roll down because of the pressure of my fat) but it turns out the weight of my big round fat belly just snapped my belt right off. I had to waddle my fat greedy ass out of the office late at night, with my belly stuffed with fifteen doughnuts and a fast food burger meal over the day, barely holding my pants up. Probably one of the hottest days ever. I wish i had you to come back to to have to explain how much of a pig i was at work today.

Holy fucking shit this is INCREDIBLY hot 🥵🥵

Thank you for sharing this story

The fact you've just casually gained over 50lbs because you travel for work and are too greedy and lazy to do anything except gorge in fast food is crazy.

Smart that you bought three extra for yourself. I cannot believe that no one ate even a single doughnut, but I'm so happy you decided to rectify it by eating them yourself. Without even leaving the office. Enough to stuff your fat belly so full you snapped a belt?? Such a greedy man.

I hope you ordered some more food to your hotel room after you made it back hehehe

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

I just need to wait on someone so cute and eager and willing to eat for me and make sure I’m praising them and being so sweet and pushing more food in their mouth than they can handle and then murmur every filthy thing I desperately need to do to them in their ear while I rub their belly. eating so much just for me and then being rewarded for being so good.

[teddy-bear-lover]

Keep eating for me sweetie. Just keep stuffing more and more food in. Let your body fill up and swell with more and more fat. Keep indulging sweetie, always order more than you could possibly need, surround yourself with your favourite snacks, don't think about how much you're eating, how much you're growing. Just keep putting more in. Switch to sedentary hobbies. Anything that lets you stay on your flabby butt for as long as possible. Think of all the delicious foods. Make sure your social feeds are filled with pictures of greasy burgers, decadent cakes, the cheesiest pastas, fresh muffins and pastries. Anything to get you salivating and your stomach growling. Sign up to as many delivery apps as you can, getting discounts to encourage you to order even more food. Indulge in all of it. Never say no. Keep your bloated belly stretching out further and further. Whenever someone offers you food, always tell them you can eat. Even when you're struggling to waddle around don't slow down. Just keep eating. Keep indulging and enjoying and growing fatter and fatter. Give in to your gluttony. Keep eating sweetie. Eat for me.

[teddy-bear-lover]

I love sweet toothed fatties. Anyone who's so addicted to sweets and pastries and cakes and ice cream. A fatty that can never ever say no to dessert. They can be stuffed full of pizza, fried chicken, burgers, chips, enough pasta for 4 people, burritos, all smothered in thousands of calories of cheese and sauce, and still they can't say no to that little sweet treat.

A warm piece of pie, a thick slice of chocolate cake, each layer filled with a healthy layer of buttercream, fresh cinnamon rolls, a batch of cookies straight from the oven, rich squidgy brownies, a pint of ice cream to help it all go down. Snacking on sweets and chocolates throughout the day, regular trips to the nearest doughnut store, sweet coffees and milkshakes to wash everything down. Cupcakes and muffins, everything paired with sweet cream or covered in melted chocolate or icing.

Just a flabby round fatty that's as sweet and soft as their dessert addiction, growing doughier and more addicted every day.

[sometimesgaining]

Some friends are fat, and like it like that 🐷

[bigolbadblog]

"you're taking it so well for me, baby" and the "it" in question is an entire pie

[sometimesgaining]

Make me your teddy bear

[teddy-bear-lover]

You thought you'd worked it out. You'd spent your early 20s managing to balance studying, partying, working, and regular gym sessions. You'd been smart with your limited funds, making sure you cooked small meals from scratch to keep that price low enough to keep a healthy budget for alcohol. But now, with your degree completed, you're ready for your first full time job. 40 hours should be easy compared to the hours you put in with lectures and studying. And you'd finally have money to treat yourself properly. No more living on the cheapest food you could batch cook.

You thought you'd be able to fill your days with plenty of fresh fruit, vegetables, and lean proteins. And you did, at first. Your muscles showing through more as your body fat dropped. You continued to go out and party over the weekends but kept to that strict gym routine you'd built up.

But then the work deadlines started to hit, and you stopped having time to fit your gym sessions in. You reasoned it would be fine, only a few weeks where you'd cut down on the exercise. But as the deadlines kept piling up, you quickly lost the habit or working out.

Your sleep started to suffer and you found yourself craving sweet caffeinated drinks in the morning , with a pastry on the side to help get you through.

You'd skip the canteen in favour of working lunches, finding the most convenient things to mindlessly eat whilst desperately trying to get your work done. Eventually the snacking sessions grew longer and longer before it was more of a constant snacking than a working lunch. Soon, the only exercise you were getting was walking to the work vending machine for more snacks to munch on.

And when you got home you were too exhausted and unmotivated to make food, so you opted instead of takeaways and food delivery apps for your meals and groceries. Ordering an obscene amount of convenience snacks next to your fast food order that got gradually larger each passing week.

And you stopped going out as much over the weekends, but you still wanted to treat yourself. So you'd spend your Saturday evenings beached out on the couch surrounded by beer and food wrappers instead. You catch glimpses of yourself in the mirror and barely recognise yourself any more. You'd been so determined to stay fit and lean, but now?

Now you could feel your body slowing down and growing larger. You could feel the jiggle in your hips and lower belly as you walked to your desk, large sweet coffee and a bag of cinnamon rolls in hand. You can hear your own breathing, heavy and laborious as you carry around the extra flesh. You could feel your waistband cutting into soft flesh when you sat down in your chair, hear the weak groan from it as it struggles to hold your weight. You can feel your belly sitting gently on thickened thighs. You can feel the tightness of your shirt straining against your belly, chest ,and softened arms as you lean forward to log in to your computer. You sigh, you already gave up and sized up clothing recently, how can it be that you are outgrowing clothes already? You thought had it all worked out.

But now you have no idea how to stop yourself falling further into obesity. All you really worked out was how to unintentionally become unrecognizably and irreversibly fat.

[teddy-bear-lover]

Hello, I was wondering how do you feel about stretch marks?

Honestly I'm a bit indifferent! They don't do anything for me in a sexual way, to me they just seem like a regular part of a body if that makes sense 😅