[tichi43]

Peter Dager in "Stick"

[pigsfeedermaster]

When bulking goes wrong…. or not 🐷🐽

@proteinale on twitter

[traldemic6]

Yet another frat bro in the process of drinking his abs away at college. Beer's a powerful thing

[traldemic6]

College greed

[mygoo]

I’m going to outlive my son. It’s the saddest realization for any parent, but it’s one I can’t deny anymore. See, my son is fat. No really, faaaaaat. Take whatever you’re thinking in your head and double it, heck triple it even and you’re probably still thinking too small.

His mother and I tried for years to get him active, to get him interested in the outdoors, sports, heck any physical activity, but the only physical activity he cared about were ones that ended in food.

We tried at first to guide him into making better decisions. Surely as he matured he’d realize that all the food and all the weight wasn’t worth it, but the gentle treatment didn’t work. We never wanted to be strict parents, but we decided that drastic measures had to be taken when he reached his teens with his weight still climbing. We rid the house of anything unhealthy and kept an eye on his eating like a hawk and he finally started dropping weight to our slight comfort.

Looking back now I see how short-sighted we were. It’s one thing to control your kid, but he won’t be a kid forever. At some point he’s going to need independence, a job, a car, all the facets of a normal adult life and hopefully someone to share it with. Out on his own he could eat as much as he wanted, when he wanted, especially once we found out his first job was not what he originally told us, but a job at one of the local fast food joints.

Slowly at first, but surely his weight started creeping up again. He’d bounce around between jobs depending on what cuisine he was especially feeling and how long they’d keep him on before realizing how much he was literally eating into their profits. We’d failed. Just like his youth anything he did was motivated by food. We were all out of ideas. Time passed by in this stalemate, the only needle moving faster being the one on our bathroom scale.

We had thought about kicking him out, but at this point I don’t think he could even live on his own. He had every weight-related medical condition in the book, every one a missed wake up call to turn back. Things that people in their 50s would start worrying about, not someone less than half their age.

Getting on disability took away the last reason for him to ever get off his copious ass, so it’s no surprise that his mobility vaporized shortly thereafter. Some days I wonder if he’ll see 30. It’ll surely be a miracle of medical science if he does.

I couldn’t tell if it was a blessing or a curse the day I found his online persona, through the further I looked, the more I gravitated towards the latter. It finally made everything make quasi-sense, a reason for the way he lived his life, if you can even call it that, but it did so in such a disgusting, heartbreaking way. He catalogues his gains to a sadistic audience hungry to watch him blow up. He talks about how much he loves his weight, shockingly especially its side-effects, reveling in being out of breath simply from rolling over in bed. The post where he declared himself immobile is proudly pinned to the top of his page, racking up comments of support and congratulations from the people feeding into his addiction, both figuratively and literally with constant food deliveries I had long-assumed he had ordered for himself. It’s all so fucking disgusting, and it’s something I will never tell my wife, something I will take to my grave long after his.

As far as I’m concerned, he’s already gone. He was lost 100s of pounds ago. There’s no son in that void of a room, just a mound of flesh, endlessly growing until the day it doesn’t. Goodbye, son. I hope you really love all your flab like you say you do, because it’s all you got, and there’s a ton of it.

[johnthegainer2]

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[tichi43]

[booolochka]

I tried the whipped lemonade from tiktok, except I added a whole can of condensed milk because, well, it's basically already a gainer shake... Why not turbo charge it? 😇

Anyway, it tastes delicious... Just like a key lime pie. 🤤 And it's soooooo filling. I only had half of it and I'm already feeling so round. I might just have to drink the whole pitcher. 🤔

Shout-out to @thatfatgoth for recommending the recipe.

Here it is for anyone who'd like to try it too: https://www.mashed.com/472081/whipped-lemonade-recipe/

[puppyfriedrice]

Here's the hyperlink for those on mobile

[puppyfriedrice]

Jesus Christ

[stonerbellybabe]

Just made this and can confirm it fucks severely

[commonlyme-deactivated20240602]

It happened so suddenly. Your body was so thin, it was athletic, lean, enviable and yet, you changed. You gained a little weight, and it was cute! It was 5, maybe 10 pounds, but you felt good so you kept with it. It quickly turned into a bit more. 10 became 20, and 20 became 30. It was at this point you dipped your toes into feedism, and it was a perfect fit. You kept active, but it steadily went down. From jogging a couple miles a day to walking them. At least, that was until feedism wasn't a good fit anymore, you had outgrown it. The last 30 pounds hadn't been kind to you. You had gained 60 pounds and now it was getting hard to exercise, so you stopped. Your body began to explode in stretchmarks, your clothes stopped fitting, your growing tummy was starting to be visible no matter what you wore. It was humiliating, it was degrading, and yet you loved it. You fell into the rabbit hole, consuming more and more. That soft feedism had gotten a bit darker, and yet, it wasn't enough for you. Those 60 pounds became 80, then 90, then 100. People were starting to get worried, and with good reason. At some point, you had lost control. At some point, you gave in. Unfortunately for your once thing body, you weren't done. You needed more. It was at this point that your addiction got darker once more. You wanted to be unhealthily obese, grotesquely fat. Your gut hangs over your waistband and your stretchmarks are everywhere. They cover your gut, your arms, your chest, your legs, your fupa. All angry remnants of your growth, reminders of your gluttony. You want more than to just be fat, you want more than to just be obese. You want to become unhealthy. You want your body to struggle with sugar, needing insulin to cope. You want your heart to tighten and pound with every movement, every ripple of fat causing a quake in your heart. You want your breathing to heave, to wheeze in the wake of any activity more than slightly opening your mouth to stuff yourself. At this point, it has only been a year, maybe 15 months, but it doesn't matter. You gorge yourself on 10,000 calories regularly, but I know you'd eat yourself further if you could. When you're slowing down, I push you further. When you're not hungry, I force you to eat. When you want something to drink, heavy cream is soon to follow. You've ruined yourself, and you're never going back. I'm here to make sure that it stays that way. Keeping you a docile, fat, submissive, pathetic hog who wants nothing more than to gorge themselves, no matter the cost.

Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your

The inspiration for the story. Go tease them for how they've ruined their body, maybe buy them some food too, so as to further cement them into obesity.

[gettingsofter-deactivated202406]

omg 😵‍💫💗

[menoftheprophet]

Cute twinks make the best gains

[thehandthatfeeders]

Love / Hate

This is the strongest pleasure you've ever felt, and nothing else you've tried comes close. You didn't think it was weird at first until you found out what other people enjoyed. You didn't think it would dominate you like it does until it became so high on its pedestal. Thus, even though it meant so much to you, It's something you keep secret for a long time. That is, until you were comfortable enough to share a watered-down version of the truth with those close to you (that you can count on one hand). Yet, even in sharing, It's isolating at times. Lonely. Yet, there are hundreds like you. Just like you. That love and hate it just the same.

Partners have come and gone from your life, and you've tried their brands of pleasure, and admittedly, some of the things that got them off were amusing for you to try. When it came to what you wanted, you wouldn't tell them about the bedroom antic and foreplay you obsessed about the most. You'd reveal a more digestible kink that any ordinary person could understand. They believed you. And you believed you, too. Yet, even though you could enjoy their brand of pleasure for a time, it never scratched the itch quite like feedism did.

God, does feedism make you feel so sexually… fulfilled. Your most profound sexual thoughts have always been grounded in feedism. It's a fetish that understands you, pushes you, and constantly finds new ways to thrill you. It's the ex that you always go back to because you compare every new partner to the peak feedism gave you. Yet, as often as you love the feelings this fetish can bring you, as often as you love how visceral and powerful and intoxicating it all can be, there are many times you hate this and wish you never had this fetish. Feedism is sometimes the lover that chokes you to completion and doesn't give you the aftercare you so desperately need.

Sometimes, you wish you could have a 'normal' fetish. Wouldn't it be easier if you could be obsessed with light bondage and feel slightly devious for straying several hairs away from vanilla sex? Why couldn't that be enough? All the doors that would open to you, being able to turn on and off your urges at the correct and convenient times. Not having to live your fetish every day, letting it slowly take control.

Believe me, you've tried to run away from this fetish. Many times. You've forced yourself to try other things that are, though pleasurable, not as good as what clouds your brain like a fog when you think about feedism. You get away for weeks, months, sometimes longer. Yet even if you're fucking someone, you feel like a nun or a monk, giving your life away to celibacy, denying yourself absolute pleasure. Something or someone will always bring you back from your time away from 'this'.

As your life moves forward, of the people that come in and out of your life, it seems you flip-flop between feedist partners and vanilla. The vanilla partners give you a sense of normalcy, that you belong entirely among their world, and that this feedism fetish you have is nothing more than a slight kink of many that you can control. However, with those feedist partners, they give you a sense of fulfillment along with a growing fear that you're giving in to your fetish and losing control. Things end with the feedists when they go too far. Things end with the vanillas when they don't go far enough.

Back and forth you go, ping-ponging between these two worlds and these two versions of yourself until you feel like you're split in two. Yet always, ever always, one side wins out in the end. One side always pulls you closer. Always draws you into its warm embrace. And the longer you fight it and turn from it, the more you realize it's not worth fighting. This is who you are. This is what you want. This is where you belong. There will never be a future where you're not into feedism. Love it or hate it, that's the way it is.

[chavdrone]

THE ESTATE

You've finally ended a crappy shift at the call centre and you're on the bus home. You moved miles for a job you hate and the only place you can rent within your budget is a flat on Oak Hill, a rough council estate where you know you don't fit in, and the locals know it too. The kind of place where you see chav lads in face masks all the time and it's not because of Covid-19.

Last night you saw some of the chavvy estate lads taunting the police when they got a call to a noise complaint the next street over from your flat. One of them was on the bonnet of the cop car flipping the cops off. You know you have nothing in common with them, but these lads do look really hot and the gear is definitely a turn on, not that you could get away with wearing it.

The bus pulls off the main road, into Oak Hill and past the small row of mostly vacant shops. As usual, outside the Oaktree pub some of the lads from last night’s ASBO session are hanging around in the car park. They are mostly on BMX and mountain bikes, but one lad is on a motorbike, of course with no crash helmet.

As you pass them the motorbike lad notices you looking out of the window and flips you off. A few hundred metres later you see the motorbike speed past. Probably doing some drug deal. Definitely not Deliveroo anyway. Finally the bus pulls up at your stop and you move towards the centre doors to get off.

As you step off the bus you see two chav lads standing in the bus shelter. They stink of strong weed and they obviously aren’t waiting for a bus. Turning left to walk towards the flat, the pavement is blocked by two more chavs who must have got off the bus behind you. To avoid trouble you turn to get back on the bus but the doors have closed and it’s about to pull away.

In a panic, you turn again to walk the opposite direction from your flat, but two more lads have walked around the back of the bus and now block your escape route. Menacingly they bring up gloved middle fingers. The bus pulls away and you try to cross the street but are grabbed from behind, and a gloved hand quickly covers your mouth to shut you up.

"You's comin' with us ya cunt!"

You want to struggle, but six against one isn’t good odds and you’re more used to flight than fight. “If you’s struggle it’s gonna be a lot worse for ya.” You figure if you go along with them they might just rob you and not give you a kicking. They pull their hoods and half face masks up and drag you around the back of the bus shelter where it’s screened by bushes.

“We knows you watches us when you sees us around the estate. Is you get ‘ard for chavs init? Let’s see” one of them sneers as he pulls your trousers down to the knees. In your panic you haven’t realised all this was turning you on, but sure enough your rock hard cock betrays you to your Ninja-like interrogator.

"I think this fukka likes chav lads, waddaya think boys?"

“Maybe he wants to be a fit as fuk chav lad like you bruv." laughs a second lad

A third lad says "Ya like chav cock do ya? Ya want some of mine?" pulling his trackies down enough to pull out his hard cock. One of them pushes you from behind, forcing you down to your knees.

You blurt out “Yeah I want your chav cock” then realise what you just said. A gloved hand forces your mouth back open and another holds your head back. They take it in turns to skull fuck you and by the third cock all you want is more. They are passing around a joint and your senses are soon overpowered by the smell of weed and sweaty chav, mixed with the taste of their cum.

When they’ve finished using you one of the chavs hands you the joint he is smoking. You’ve never tried weed before, but you take a drag, choking as the smoke hits your lungs. They all laugh and one of them ruffles your hair "Good lad. you's gonna be a good omega chav." You smile sheepishly and realise you like the way the weed makes you feel and you take another drag before passing the joint back.

"Aight, we's need to take ya to see us boss init. Kieran's our alpha. Less go." They walk you down the street and into an alley which leads to the loading area behind the shops. It’s Motorbike Lad sitting by the back door of an abandoned shop next to piles of Nike shoeboxes and he is giving you the evil eye.

“What you fuckin’ want? You don’t look like you’s after fresh kicks init.”

The others laugh and one says “Leave 'im Kieran. We’s just jumped ‘im when ‘e got off the bus but ‘e ended up blowin’ us all init. E’s alright. Bro, we wannim fer us omega lad init.”

Kieran looks you up and down, kicks off a sneaker and says "Well get down ere ya cunt!" The others push you forwards and Kieran forces your face into his sweaty socked foot. "That's a proper fuckin' alpha smell init. Sniff it good." Oh man, alphas smell amazing. Every deep sniff makes your cock harder.

He pulls your head up and you see his cock is out of his trackie bottoms. You have a broad grin and you are ready for his cock to fill your eager mouth. "Keen one this one, eh?" You are gagging as Kieran fills you with a load of his alpha cum. When he is done he sparks up his joint again, takes a drag and hands it to you. "Good lad. So yous wanna be an omega chav lad an' serve me and the uvver lads eh?"

An hour ago you'd have thought this was mental, but now all you want is to be a chav. An omega serving your alpha and beta bros init.

"Yeah I fink that's what I want init" you reply, barely recognizing the harsh working class accent that comes out of your university educated mouth.

"Aight. Well yer name is Conor now an' we is all yer bros. But don't forget who yer alpha is, an' who is the betas init."

"So what i gotta do to be more like all yous?"

The lads all start laughing as one of them takes your photo with his iPhone and hands it to you.

"Nuffing Conor. We all done it for ya bruv! You's one of us now"

You look at the screen and see a chav lad flipping off the camera. So what? He's wearing the same nylon trackies and Tn's as the rest of the gang. Then you recognise the sneering face staring at you as your own. You smirk, reach into your cross body bag, pull out a joint and spark it up.

[thedeathfeedistshandbook]

Deathfeedee Gaining Tips 4

Search “#gaining tips” for the other entries.

Diabetes

Today piggies we’re going to talk about diabetes and why it should be your first goal as aspiring immobile blobs.

Contrary to popular belief diabetes is not something fatties should be scared of, quite the opposite in fact, belive it or not diabetes can actually be used to make you gain at an even faster rate.

But first lets talk about what diabetes is.

There are 2 types of diabetes type 1 and type 2, for our purposes type 2 is the only one that matters because thats the one you get from being fat.

Type 2 diabetes is the result of your body becoming numb to insulin, now you may be wondering what insulin does, well basically when you eat food your body takes the energy out of in in the form of sugar (glucose), this sugar goes into your blood, when there is too much sugar in your blood your body uses insulin to change that sugar into carbohydrates (glycogen) which can then be stored as fat. So that means in a diabetic that sugar stays in your blood.

So I imagine your next question will be what causes type 2 diabetes, and to that I say good question and eating, it’s really that simple when you eat a lot of high sugar foods, lots of insulin is released and over time your body becomes numb to it, and in severe diabetes actually stops making any at all.

Diabetes Makes you Fatter

Yep that’s right you heard me it will make you fatter, or more specifically the medications used to treat it will. When you are first diagnosed with diabetes you will be prescribed a medication called metformin (USA Glucophage) unfortunately this is the only diabetes medication that doesn’t make you fatter, however if you start taking it and after a few days go back to your doctor or diabetes nurse and tell them that it is giving you terrible stomach pain and diarrhea, they will change it to one of the other medications that do make you fatter. The best bit is that as your diabetes gets worse the more medications you will be put on and therefore the quicker and quicker you gain weight.

Diabetes Pro’s and Con’s

Pro’s:

It’s sexy as fuck

It will make you gain weight faster

Increase in appetite

It predisposes you to lots of other nasty fat related health conditions like; High Blood Preassure, PCOS, Heart Attacks and Strokes, Kideny Issues.

It also increases your chances of getting a few non-fat related health issues like: Eye Problems, Skin Issues and the inability to feel sexual pleasure but still feeling horny

Con’s:

Somepeople may consider the health issues a con, but lets face it they’re actuall hot as fuck

How to Get Diabetes

Eat lots of sugar, and I mean a lot, like add it to every meal

Get fatter, the fatter you are the more likely you are to get diabetes and once you’ve got it it will make it worse

Do not exercise, this is a big one, other than eatting sugar this is the most important. That means doing as little exercise as humanly possible, try to stay in bed or on the couch as much as possible, get everything delivered, if you absolutely have to go out, drive as much as possible and use mobility scootters

There you have it, the reasons why as aspiring immobile blobs diabetes should be your fist priority, and remember don’t listen to what family, freinds and doctors say, yes it may be unhealthy but who cares if it takes a couple decades off your life, I know that secretly turns you on and thats the main thing after all.

Edit: Wrote an addition small extra that can be found here.

[thedeathfeedistshandbook]

How many grams of sugar should I eat a day? To get diabetes asap

Trick question, as many as possible and as often as possible, frequency is key, in addition to doing as little exercise as possible

[bbencourgr]

Diabetes & Gaining

or…How to Dance With the Devil and Not Lose a Leg

This is an answer to a question I get asked frequently. I thought it was long overdue I wrote a response.

Diabetes is not the end of gaining. In fact for some, diabetes marks the beginning of their serious weight gain. Many gainers I know have had diabetes for years or even decades and have continued to gain well past 400 or even 500 pounds. These people are not legless cripples; in fact, many are gainers you all know and follow on Tumblr, YouTube, or other sites. They just haven’t told you since talk of diabetes is the third-rail of gaining. (And anyway it’s really nobody’s business but theirs.) I asked a few of these diabetic gainers for help in writing this post.

Diabetes is a manageable disease. Very manageable. Easily manageable. Despite this, most people with diabetes do not manage it…

Keep reading

[feederprincess-deactivated20240]

I want to manipulate you…

I want to enable you every day until you are begging me to stick a funnel in your mouth because you have gotten addicted

I want to leave everything you could ever dream of eating at an arms reach, buying and cooking new stuff every day

I want to feed you breakfast and jerk you off until you fall asleep, just to wake you up later to more food. I want you to get horny every time you smell the kitchen

I want to use your humiliation and degradation kink against you, making you go out in clothes that haven’t hid your underbelly in weeks, to then rub you between your legs in the first public bathroom I find and grab everything that is spilling over the pants you could barely close

I want to replace the clothes you can’t wear anymore with some that are way too big. If you want to humiliate yourself in public again with clothing that is too tight you better start eating

When you do manage to eat yourself out of your clothes, I will reward you with even more food. I want you to be stuck in a cycle of gluttony, I want to get you to the point where saying no is almost impossible. I want to chip away at your willpower every day

I want to get home to my pathetic little pig that is covered in crumbs, has visibly wet underwear from getting horny while eating and even so didn’t touch themselves because they were too busy gorging on food and fell into a food comma before being able to relief themselves

I want to jerk you off from behind, biting into your soft neck and stuffing pastries into your mouth whenever you open it to moan

I want to grab your fat and ask you how you managed to let go that much, all while knowing it was all me

I want to restrain you and taunt you with food until you are begging me, but the condition is that you have to eat until you are too full to sit up

I want to ‘encourage’ your attempts at exercising because I love seeing you fail all of them, I will reward your hard work with your favorite meals

I want to see you get to the point where you ask me to make you feel good while you eat because you need both hands to shove food in quicker, knowing full well you will be edged until you finish all of it

I really really want to have full control over you and mold you into my perfect little pet

[flabboys]

Twink goes from 175-320 in the same year

[bellylover-146]

[fayamn-moonlit]

More Endocrinology Stuff

Not the Oct 15th anon, but figured I'd add some stuff as I'm really interested in the medical aspects of obesity. In the study anon was talking about, they genetically modified mice to secrete loads of adiponectin and no leptin(typical in obesity studies as it makes the mice always feel hungry and lethargic). The chronic hyperadiponectinemia made the mice only gain subcutaneous fat and kept their visceral fat deposit lean and healthy. Consequently, the metabolic health of the mice remained phenomenal, even as they developed "morbid" obesity. There's not actually anything unhealthy about obesity itself, all the health issues are caused by visceral adipocytes becoming hypertrophic and metabolically diseased. If you were to periodically give a fatty acute hyperadiponectinemia, similar stuff would happen. All their excess visceral fat would be redistributed to their subcutaneous fat deposit, and their metabolic health would be perfect. If you looked at their bloodwork, their blood sugar, insulin levels, triglycerides, etc. would all be well within the healthy range. The only way you'd be able to tell they were fat would be their chronic hyperleptinemia, and potentially also chronic hyperadiponectinemia and sex hormone imbalance caused by the aromatase activity in their excess fat. Their body would basically be functioning as normal, just with a thick layer of healthy adipose tissue caking it.

Thank you Professor Thicc!

I was aware keeping subcutaneous fat and avoiding having visceral fat was the way to be healthy while gaining, but I didn't know there was hormones to dictate the way fat deposits (which in retrospect was pretty obvious).

Super interesting! I'm pretty floored about scientists testing that stuff on mice.

"Yes this is were we make the mice obese" sounds more like a fatfur artist desk than a lab.