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Aww look at you… you ate so much that you can’t get up, right, baby? Did you get too full? Don’t worry, I’ll help you. I’ll be gentle with your big, heavy belly. You gave yourself a tummy ache eating all those sweets, didn’t you? Do you want me to rub it? Of course I will, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. You did such a good job for me. You ate so much, and look how much it shows. You’ve been doing this a lot lately, stuffing yourself. I can tell. You’re getting bigger. I think if you keep eating like this we’ll have to size you up again at the end of the month. What do you think; do you like that? Mhmm…I thought you might.

slow-pokey-piggy

When I feel like I’m gonna have even a tiny bit of regret I always make sure to overeat to the point of exhaustion & by that time it’s too late. The calories are already sitting in my belly and I have no choice but to lay there and grow fatter whether I want to or not. (I do)

verytinybun

"Embarrassingly fat" is the mood of the day. Feeling your face flush as you feel eyes watching your overhang wobble from your too-small shirt, hearing people whisper about how huge you are. Your cheeks hot pink as you make a last-ditch attempt to pull your shirt down, only to have it spring back up, cool air breezing over your exposed belly hang.

tummysmoocher

I want your loose clothes to tighten on you, your baggy wardrobe pulling around your softening belly, hips, thighs. I wanna see the blush on your face when you realize that your shirt is straining on your tummy, your soft chub pushing out over the waist of your jeans. Bigger and bigger, slowly enough that you don’t even realize it’s happening until nothing fits quite right anymore. And above all else, I want the realization to turn you on. I want it to hit you out of nowhere. I want you to be a whimpering mess for me as I tease you about what you’ve done.

funnelmefuller

i want somebody to point out the exact ways ill be affected by gaining more weight, especially adding on top of what im already dealing with over here.

- tell me how much more ill jiggle when i walk around after i add on a few more pounds

- tell me how itll get even harder to breathe when im already too out of breath to rebuttal

- point out how im already growing out of my replacement outfits

- let me know how much slower ive been around the house lately

- grab me by my flab and tell me how itll just get easier and easier to grab handfuls all over my ever growing body over time

- when i complain about how hard it is to do simple tasks like tying my shoes and zipping my pants, remind me how there will come a day where i wont be able to reach and do those things anyways

sophiesbelly

Fuck I want to be fatter so badly. I can barely put into words my desire to be bigger.

I want my belly to hang lower. I want more bright red stretch marks all over my body. I want to become more and more addicted to stuffing my belly. I want none of my clothes to it, and my fat to be ripping out of all of my ol clothes. I want to be breaking furniture. I want my belly to jiggle with every step I take. I want to be sweaty and out of breath just from walking or doing the stairs. I want to be wet all day just from looking and touching all my fat. I want my belly to completely touch the bed when I am on all fours. I want 10k calories to be a daily thing and not even begin to fill me up anymore. I want people to judge me when I walk past. I want my friends and family to barely recognise me. I want them to make comments on my gain. I want my double chin to grow bigger. I want to stretch my belly so big, I can barely see that I have a double belly. I want the scale to go up every time I step onto it. I want to be completely focused on getting bigger and bigger each day.

I have such a burning desire to get fatter than I have ever been before. I am gaining so dangerously fast, my body cannot cope anymore.

I was always meant to be fat. This has been my dream for so long and I finally get to live out all my fantasies.

Okay, rant over 🥰

When you step on the scale and the number is 4 pounds higher than the target you had deeply hoped for...

#feedee progress #getting fatter on purpose #getting chunky #good feedee

finalfemmetasyy

(flirting) you got soo fat you really have been letting yourself go haven’t you?

biggestsoftestpuppy

It’s kinda hot how feedism rewires your mind alongside your body.

Climbing a staircase and feeling it become more difficult but instead of thinking I should stop here before I go too far, there is a bashfully desperate desire to struggle even more. A deep, intimate yearning to the weight of gravity on your body, getting breathless halfway through, needing to take a pause, legs shaking from the struggle of lifting your oversized body onto each step, the journey taking double, triple, quadruple the time it would for someone who wasn’t so fat. Eventually, maybe not being able to all. 💗

It really makes you a mindless puppy who is helplessly intoxicated by the idea of getting fatter 🌷

biggestsoftestpuppy

As your feedee, I am desperate to please you. I will do anything you ask, and become anything you want. My biggest desire is to fulfil your desires, to exist only for your pleasure. My body goal is any size you would enjoy the most, and I’m happy getting fatter and fatter and fatter, until you get the pleasure of watching me struggling to walk, and whimpering and panting for breath, knowing it’s all for you. I won’t stop until you want me to, and of course, you never do. I am completely obedient, devoted more than anything to your enjoyment. Every pound of fat is dedicated to you, every roll, and stretch mark, and overhang of excess fat. My body and autonomy are submitted to you. When I become too fat to maintain my independence, I will become helpless and dependent, sweetly submissive to every interest you have. Every aspect of my life, and my body, is in your control, at the whims of your desire. I belong to you. 💗

chunkylilffa

its so cute how a few steps has you out of breath ❤︎⁠

weedistfeedist

Gobble till you waddle

weedistfeedist

It's funny how one of the most redundant chores to "normies" (grocery shopping) becomes basically foreplay to feedists.

weedistfeedist

A prison of your own making. The four walls surrounding you aren't your cage. Hardly. The door is unlocked. You can try to leave at any time. The real prison is your own body. For its simply too heavy to move. The stress and tension needed to move a single leg is so much effort. Your greed and voracious appetites are your own personal guards and Im the warden. At least you get more than than two meals a day.

bellypovs2

huge fantasy of mine: take a feedee who's a high performer at work, flexes their intelligence, wins awards, professional and well-spoken...

and reduce them to a belching hot mess for the night. Leave them stuffed and dazed past the point of coherent thought. To give their brain a well-earned break ❤️

yikes-belly

I love the way you look up at me sheepishly, surrounded by empty takeout containers, your belly hanging out of your unzipped pants.

“I got a little hungry….”

You try to stifle a burp but it just makes your bloated fat tummy jolt and jiggle. You let out a little wimper of pain; you’re helplessly stuffed. Let’s get that belly of yours taken care of. I help you up and you’re swaying slightly from the immense amount of food you’ve packed in. You cradle your heavy belly in one hand.

“Ooof, it huuuurts. I shouldn’t have eaten so much but it was all so good I couldn’t help myself. I think I really overdid it. I just kept eating and eating until it was all gone. And now my tummy is so big and achy and tight.”

I press up behind you and put my hands on the sides of your belly. You let out a soft little moan. You feel rock hard under the thick layer of pudge you’ve put on recently. You’re full to the brim. You’ve been overeating more and more frequently, requiring my help soothing your poor stuffed tummy and getting chubbier meal by meal. I jiggle the pudge beneath my hands and you gasp at the sensation of your whole body moving with your heavy gut.

I help you lay down, propping you up with pillows so you’re comfortable and you can see the plump roundness of your full belly mounded out in front of you, your love handles spilling to the side, your squashy thighs widening out on the bed, your soft flabby chest spilling gracefully to either side of your belly. You’re a sight to behold, stuffed and round like this. Youre making the soft little noises of discomfort and arousal that drive me almost as crazy as the feel of your plushness beneath my hands.

“You’re getting so fat, sweetheart, eating like this. Look at you. So soft and jiggly. You’re packed tight as a drum from all that takeout, aren’t you? Aww poor baby, I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry.”

I begin to rub your belly and you sigh in delight, your eyes slipping closed. I start with soft trailing caresses, mapping the expanse of the roundest part of your belly. Then I knead the softer parts of your belly, your pudgy hips and sides. Finally I rub the most taut, stuffed dome of your tummy, and I see you relax into my touch as I calm its angry, over-full contents. I lie next to you now, one hand draped over your belly, rubbing in slow circles. We fall asleep like that, you and your big full belly warm and safe in my arms.

cakefem

It’s so hot knowing that when someone gains any weight, they now have to carry it wherever they walk. Whenever they sit down that weight sits with them. When they lay down that weight holds them down. The more weight they gain, the more they have to carry, the more that sits with them, the more that holds them down. It’s even hotter knowing that the more that weight adds up, the harder it’s gonna be to get rid of 🥵

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