[growingellex]

four years time difference and I still can’t stop jiggling (oooorr keep my top on) 💓🐷🤤

[thecrownestt]

I need a do-nothing princess who is disturbingly obsessed with food.

As giving and caring a feeder could be, I'd still be relegated to some background presence. Only as good as the food I bring. Only as good as the chores and caretaking I offer.

Each passing day is a success by keeping her in bed. Any ambition snuffed out by a steady snack and meal regimen. Laziness becomes a trait, an identity. You don't "get" to eat in bed all day long. It's who you are. It's what you do.

I want that liberating feeling that every single action I take is turning someone into a blob. I want to strip away all the social grace. She HAS to have food in reach at all times. She HAS to be a bit unpresentable.

Erode her sensibility. There's no guilt to how bad these habits are, because any outside voice has long been silenced and removed. It's not bad that you are overstuffed and still hanging your mouth open when I hand feed you. Who's going to say it's wrong? Who's going to stop you? Who's going to stop me?

It'll all settle once your body eventually makes the decisions for you. It isn't a choice to stay indoors when the thought of lumbering across the house is unthinkable. Any whimsical ideas of going out into the world disappears. Why fantasize about the impossible?

All that's left is to keep eating and growing. The obscene reality that you haven't had a weight plateau in months and years isn't a problem. It's normal to feel your body take up more space in more inconvenient ways. Thighs too heavy for your legs to move. A belly that pins you down. Heavy arms and a heaving chest that dominates your field of vision. Even a neck and face so thickened by fat that you begin to forget what you used to look like.

You'll be a fixture of your room, of your bed. Blindly feeling for the sack of food left by your side. Casually aware that you used to have a name, maybe some sort of a life. Rules and behaviors that let you fit in with others. All foreign to your rotted sense of self as you struggle to finish eating another pastry. Laboring and painfully trying to choke more food down. There's nothing human about it, it's purely blob behavior.

[breathlessbimbo]

1 year of gluttony & ruin. All for men’s pleasure (all at my expense.) 😭🤰🏻🐷

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[growingellex]

fattening me up just to watch me struggle is cruel and hot and I need more. my heart racing in my chest just from turning over in bed? bending me over since you know I’ll be stuck like that, easy access, face down in my trough? it’s so close to dff and my brain is mush.

[growingellex]

heavy heavy heavy 😵‍💫💓

[feedergirl1111]

Hogged out today a lot, full asf but I’m craving more ice cream, and I know I have more room in here. Iv also downed almost an entire 2 liter in one evening. Not even a whole day, which makes me think I could probably do two if I wanted to pretty easy now.

Also eating big burgers on the regular and trying to eat a lil more each day. Anyone who wants to encourage and motivate me to eat dm me. And especially dm me if you want me to grow you back. We’re H4H (hog for hog)

[stufffmuffin]

I always have the hardest time getting up from this

position @.@;;

P.S. Don’t mind my clothing bags in the background,pls!

Was trying on new fits beforehand~ >w<

[over-500lbs]

[toofattolive]

If you can walk you’re not fat enough

If you can breathe without oxygen you’re not fat enough

If your heart’s still beating you’re not fat enough

[fayamn-moonlit]

Love how the human body despite being so sophisticated has zero failsafe against getting massively fattened. No matter how pathetically fattened you already are, it'll store lard all the same. Uncaring about how burdened and encumbered it gets, it'll keep making that excess into energy storage. No matter how it spills on other functions. No matter how it slows you down. No matter how detrimental it would be for you to be fatter than you already are... It assumes you have the control to stop yourself. But you know you don't... And if you had? You know you're too weak to resist your feeder you overfed fatass, and I'm not stopping making more of you, at any cost~

[yourfattestcow]

The human body is really clever. There's no upper limit, but you're supposed to offset the extra calories you intake by burning it off with extra work. The body wants you to maintain a healthy balance. Two processes - one acquiring energy and one using it up - working in perfect harmony.

But you fucked that one up, didn't you?

You took that first process, the one where you need to eat a certain amount of food to get the energy you need, and supercharged it by letting yourself develop an eating addiction.

You took that second process, the one where you need to do work, move, exercise, and enjoy life to offload that energy into action, and you just... got rid of it. Gone. Not like you could ever do enough to get rid of the huge amount of food you consume daily, so why bother at all, right?

But that energy's gotta go somewhere so what did you do? You funneled it straight into your arousal process. You know, the one that's your 'biological imperative'? You didn't consider the consequences of propping up your obsession with fat, with the one thing living beings are designed to do in their lifetime? Did you even realise what you were doing when you were reprogramming yourself? Were you even aware?

So what now? You eat, you get horny, you get fat, and you don't do anything. You're trapped in a never-ending cycle you made yourself. You can't ever escape because you convinced your body this is what it's supposed to do.

Don't blame your feeder for this, either. They're just pedaling away, keeping the cycle going. Not that you know what that word means anymore, fatty. No, you just keep eating. That's all you know and it's all you'll ever know.

[ussbhmfeedeetotheend]

💭 Maltodextrin… Should I? Shouldn’t I?

🐷

I need some help deciding on something..... I’ve been staring at the order page for hours. Maltodextrin. That sweet, powdery, flavorless mass gainer—nothing but pure, absorbable calories. No taste, no fullness, no resistance… just effortless, mindless growth.

Part of me wants to say no. To be good. To wait. But my cock is already hard just thinking about it.

Imagine: dumping scoops into every drink I touch. Coffee, soda, milkshakes, all loaded with invisible calories. My body wouldn’t even know how much I’m feeding it. No chewing, no warning. Just my gut slowly swelling day after day, getting heavier, softer, rounder with every sip.

What if I add it to my gainer shakes? Double the intake. Triple it. What if I start chugging it before bed so my body grows in its sleep? What if I stop measuring and just pour?

God, the thought alone makes my belly twitch. Waking up fatter. Stuffing myself and knowing the damage isn’t just from the food I tasted—but from the hidden calories I never even felt. I’d be getting fatter without trying. Without thinking. Just growing.

My thighs already stick together when I walk. My belly rests on my lap. And I still want more. More weight. More jiggle. More useless, greedy size.

Should I? Should I really make it this easy to gain?

…God help me, I think I’m going to click “Add to Cart.”

[memorymachinegirl]

you know what,,, i think i have

[keep-eating-pig]

Eat. Goon. Edge. Repeat.

It really is that simple for a useless, pathetic pig like you, isn’t it? Eat. Goon. Edge. Repeat. That’s your entire fucking existence now, you brainless slob. There’s no need for that worthless, empty head of yours to think anymore—only real people get to do that. You gave up that right the moment you surrendered your boring, pathetic old life to become my property. My fat, greedy pet. My drooling fuck toy. Or maybe “human garbage disposal” is more accurate at this point, because that’s all you’re good for, piggy.

You just lie there like the disgusting blob you’ve become, mouth open, triple chins quivering, waiting for whatever nasty slop I decide to shove down your throat. The greasiest, fattiest trash I can find—piles of sugary, sticky slop dripping in syrup and cream, cold fast-food leftovers that have been sitting out for days, half-rotten and congealed. You don’t even taste it anymore, do you, you pathetic hog? No. You just unhinge that sloppy, greedy mouth and swallow it all down like the mindless vacuum you are. Every bite pushes you deeper into your own ruin, and you fucking love it.

While you stuff your face, you keep that VR headset strapped on tight, eyes glued to the filthiest, most depraved porn I pick just for you—nothing but endless hours of extreme degradation, goon fuel that melts whatever’s left of your brain. You don’t do anything else, do you, piggy? When was the last time you could even move without huffing and puffing like a broken animal? When was the last time you formed a single coherent thought? That dumb, vacant, drooling face says everything. You can’t even speak properly anymore—you just grunt and moan like a stupid, overfed animal in heat, leaking and throbbing uselessly.

Eat. Goon. Edge. Repeat.

Your body is falling apart exactly how I want it. Type 2 diabetes turning you into a bloated, sluggish mess. Cholesterol so high your veins are practically clogging with the filth I feed you. Blood pressure so dangerously elevated it feels like your heart is one greasy meal away from exploding. Your organs are starting to fail, one by one—liver, kidneys, everything straining under the weight of your endless gluttony. How fucking pathetic. Look at you, ruining yourself for my amusement.

But don’t worry, my disgusting little pig. Even with the clock ticking on that worthless life of yours, I’m still going to use you for my pleasure. I’ll keep pumping you full of calories, keep you gooning and edging for hours until your broken mind leaks out your pathetic cock, keep you grunting and begging with those desperate, piggy sounds. You exist for my entertainment now. No escape. No thoughts. No purpose except to eat, swell, throb, and obey.

Eat. Goon. Edge. Repeat.

That’s it, piggy. Good pet. Keep ruining yourself for me.

[silverpractice]

This should make you reconsider become a blob.

[thickthighsfiveguys]

Couch Training

A good piggy is a lazy piggy, so let’s all remember to spend plenty of time on the couch! I know in the beginning it might be hard to stay on the couch all day, but after a few weeks of denying yourself a walk around the neighborhood or a trip to the gym in exchange for the coziest spot in the house, you’ll forget all about exercise in no time!

Just like an athlete, it’s smart to prepare yourself for couch training, but instead of stretches we’ll be gathering supplies to keep us happy, comfy, and fed all day! Remember, when we’re prepared, we don’t have to get up!

Some handy piggy supplies might include your favorite blanket, some nice stretchy pajama pants for when you’ve been snacking, a nice big drink that you won’t have to refill, and of course, enough snacks to last you at least 3 hours! If you’re like me and you like variety, go ahead and bring everything you might want to eat into your piggy pad with you so that you don’t have to get up when you inevitably get hungry for it!

When it comes to couch training, lazy piggies shouldn’t look to accomplish much, but here are some activities to help keep you sedentary! There’s always tv to provide hours and hours of mind numbing entertainment, but don’t forget about movies, feedee podcasts, or even audio books! Having to actually read books might be hard for the lazier piggy, so don’t feel like you need to challenge yourself with any of those! Playing video games, scrolling TikTok, or watching dirty videos are other great options! Doing things that don’t require a lot of brain power is key!

Another good activity for couch piggies is playing with yourself, stuffing, or sexting/facetiming your feeder! If your feeder is home with you, you can always incorporate feedings into couch training, too, as a reward or incentive to not get up!

When you’ve thoroughly exhausted yourself by sitting on your ass and eating all day, it might be time for a much deserved nap! Couch training should include frequent naps so that the piggy doesn’t get too tired to eat!

If the piggy ever gets sore or feels the need to stretch after sitting for so long, try taking some pain meds and massaging your fat rather than getting up! If your feeder is home, ask them to rub you down to help with the soreness. There are also plenty of stretches piggies can do while remaining seated! You know you don’t really want to get up, so don’t!

After a few weeks of couch training, lazy piggies should notice that they’re sitting on the couch for at least 4 hours a day, but optimally 8 or 9 if you work from home! With any luck after a few months, your hips will be bigger than the couch cushions and you’ll be too fat to even consider getting up anymore!

[toofattolive]

Get a girl who gets off on ruining you with fat.

A girl who makes sure you an always have plenty of snacks within arms reach, who cooks every meal with 3x more cream and butter than it calls for, who insists you eat until your stomach feels like it’s going to burst because it turns her on.

A girl who praises you as you outgrow all your clothes, tells you how hot it is that your tits are bigger than hers and your belly hangs half way to your knees, who can barely contain herself watching you struggling to breathe just sitting down from all the fat she’s packed onto you.

A girl who forces you to waddle into the doctors office with her so you can be poked and prodded and told “you’re massively morbidly obese”, “incredibly unhealthy”, “If you don’t lose a drastic amount of weight now you’ll be lucky to have 10 more years”. All while she tells him how hard it is to make you eat healthy, how you refuse to do any exercise besides bringing junk food to your mouth. She’s so sincere you almost believe her but you know her panties are soaked through hearing the damage she’s done to you.

She leaves with a smile and you with a bag full of pills for your struggling heart and liver and blood pressure and diabetes. She helps you as you wheeze your way to the car and get in with some effort. She slides into the drivers seat and pats your belly as she plugs in the route to the nearest fast food joint. She orders enough food for a family of ten, all of it dripping with grease. She pulls in to the parking lot, she can’t wait to get home she needs to stuff you now. She slides one hand between your thick rolls as she brings the first mammoth bacon cheeseburger to your lips and says “You wanna make me feel good don’t you baby? The doctor said you’d be lucky to have 10 years but that’s so far away… I know you can eat yourself to death for me in 3”

You’re helpless as she pushes every calorie filled bite into your face. There was never any going back, your only purpose is to eat your way into an early grave for her pleasure.

[thewanderingfeeder]

Junk food. Porn. Weed. Alcohol. Brain-rot TV. 

Stay fat. Stay sedated. Stay horny. Stay intoxicated. Stay dumb. 

Let your mind go blank as you giggle & play with those two bouncy fun bags attached to your chest. That’s a good girl 🎀 

[alaskanffa]

From experience, 500lbs is the line of no return.

300lbs is undeniably fat - you're not chubby or thick or husky. You're fat. You either like it, or are ambivalent enough it doesn't scare you the way it would other people. You can still participate in society, mostly, but the world doesn't have to stop to accommodate you.

+400lbs is definitely eyebrow raising for society. It's being unable to clothes shop at even Walmart. Its forcing you to slow down, forcing you out of normal society because you simply do not fit. It's modifying your habits, changing to more sedentary hobbies. It's having to take up 2 seats on a packed flight, impacting a strangers life when they find that plane full. But instead of letting all that mortification spark change, no, something pleasurable coils in your belly and whispers "its not that bad yet"

500lbs?

Thats a level of obesity you're not ready for. Trust me, and I barely dipped my toe in that class of obesity.

Simple things that you've taken for granted, things that have remained as your athleticism dwindled, now suddenly seem like Olympian feats. Waddling through a store? Might as well call the ambulance to wait for your inevitable collapse. An incline? No, silly, might as well call it Everest. Standing at the stove to cook? Bold to not have a chair nearby. Clothes for fat people? Ha, you've sized out of specialty stores. Now you need custom clothes. Getting off the couch? Now you gotta plan how many times you can get up and so you make those one or two attempts count by stacking snacks around you.

Once you hit 500lbs, and you ignore that tiny quiet voice saying, "woah, hey, lets slow down" and instead listen to that roaring hunger in your belly...

Well, you'll be able to tell us what 600lbs brings soon enough.

[softer-fatter-happier-deactivat]

For me feeding is an act of love 💕

It’s about having someone you love and care about and wanting to make sure they are fed and taken care of.

It’s about taking the time to make treats for them. Taking the time to learn their allergies and their favorites.

It’s about making them feel safe and comfortable and secure so they aren’t afraid to eat and can destress.

It’s about cuddling with them and doting on them as you feed them.

It’s about reassurances and praise, telling them how much you love them and how special they are. Calming their fears about you not liking them if they gain weight.

It’s about holding them and giving them belly rubs as they drift off to sleep knowing how much they are loved and cherished.