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18+ ONLY, Fat Trans Girl Feedee (She/They), Pansexual, CW: 210lbs, 26, wanting to be immobile, deathfeederism UGW: 1000lbs+ Asks/PMs Open

[transfatpiggy]

think I have a short term goal weight in mind now, currently last weighed in at 201lbs, my short term weight goal is to reach 245lbs. A full 45lb gain, and I’m gladly accepting any suggestions for tips and tricks in order to help myself reach that goal, if yall have any like gainer shake recipes or whatever, do let me know :3

[notfatweeb]

March's monthly sketch reward (1/4): -Princess Rosalina (Super Mario)

[sophiesbelly]

From the beginning of my gain to now 😳

[extremedeathfeeder]

This hog is just on the fast track to failure. Getting stuffed with fastfood on the daily eating herself fatter and unhealthier by the day. Knowing that my pig wife is truly going to end up dying early from being so fat and unhealthy is the greatest feeling ever I can't wait for it to happen pushing her closer to as much as I can

[growingellex]

Really need to incorporate more belly rubs into my day 😮‍💨🤤🩷 it always feels so good after a huge stuffing 😩🐷

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[notfatweeb]

i missed blob day just another normal day for a blob freak like me or however the crazy straw meme goes Something abit different atleast, a

[hemtek]

[samichubs-deactivated20260302]

grab me by my hang and lead me to the fridge

[ginger-ly]

Wow I failed pretty pathetically to get these shorts on

[epigstolary]

Date Night

Tw: Health issues, fat shaming, nonconsensual gaining

What’s the matter babe, something wrong with your food? It never takes you this long to polish off a family meal deal. Usually, I can’t even get to the next drive-thru before you’re tilting your head back to choke down the last of the fries. You know I love seeing those pudgy hands pouring the crumbs and salt and grease down that blubber-covered throat of yours. But we’re almost there and you’ve barely finished the second burger — what’s going on?

Ohh, the cashier at the last place really got to you, huh? Yeah, they don’t usually play along like he did when I try to fuck with them. It’s always funny to see how uncomfortable they get when I talk about how big you’re getting, how hard it is for you to get around when you’re fat enough to take up the entire backseat of a car, how all this fast food is the last thing in the world you need but I keep getting it for you anyway. But not him, though. He was ready to give you a lecture about what all these processed foods — the ones loaded with saturated fats and sugars and sodium — are doing to your body. Called you a fatass right to your face! From the drive thru window! Man, I wish I’d recorded it; your fans would have loved to see that, you getting redder and redder from blushing, shifting your flab around while he went on about diabetes and heart disease and fat, lazy customers.

You’ve got to admit there’s something to what he was saying, though. I mean, you didn’t used to have to take a break just getting into the car. It hasn’t been easy for you for a while now, but to already be out of breath and panting like a dog by the time you’ve barely gotten to the car, sitting on the edge of the backseat with your fat filling up the door frame? It’s obvious you’ve gotten a lot heavier and a lot more out of shape, really damn fast. You had to spend a good five minutes with one huge blubber-packed leg and a good foot and a half of belly and side roll hanging out of the car before you were ready to start scooting those hundreds of pounds into the middle of the seat. With all the rocking and jiggling and wobbling you had to do, I wasn’t sure what was going to give out first: you, or the suspension. I’m not looking forward to trying to get your fat ass out when we get back home, not after you’ve stuffed ten or fifteen thousand calories’ worth of greasy junk into your bloated gut.

It has to be obvious to you how you’re steadily ruining yourself. Wrecking your body. Sabotaging any chance you might have left of living a normal life. If you had even a little self-control, you could probably level off your gains here, come up with some kind of a fitness routine that even a fat cow like you could manage, and start getting back down to just being regular fat instead of reality-tv fat. But you can’t resist it, can you? However unsettled someone like that cashier makes you, however much they might make you stop and think about what you’re really doing to yourself, you’re going to have me drive us through our usual date night cycle of fast food, aren’t you? You’re going to stuff burgers and tacos and fried chicken and ice cream and donuts and chips and candy bars into that blubbery sack of fat in your lap, and wash it all down with sodas and milkshakes and slushies until you look like a tick ready to pop and you’re barely coherent anymore. And then I get to have my real fun.

So you may as well make your peace with all this. Know that you’re not going to be able to make your future anything more than an endless round of trips through the drive-thru until, finally, you’re too porked-up even to get hauled around for that anymore. Until you’re almost unrecognizable as a person under a belly that’s heavier than most people. Until your arms and legs are so heavy with lard and bloated by your indulgence that you can barely lift them without help, let alone use them. Until there’s not a car left anywhere that’s wide enough for you to cram your dump-truck ass into. Until just sitting upright and staying awake is a workout that leaves you out of breath.

That’s when the food will start coming to you. I’ll miss our little outings like this, but having a date night at home will be a different kind of fun. The endless parade of delivery drivers, showing up every half-hour or so with enough from your favorite fast-food stops to feed a small party. I’ll be there to help you through the food coma, keep you focused and eating, even as you can feel the grease starting to flood your arteries and your breathing slow and your eyelids droop. Giving you all the stimulation you need to keep choking down more garbage and make it that much more impossible for you to do anything on your own again. Isn’t that what dates are supposed to be for anyway? Bringing you closer together as a couple? I don’t know about you, but I think it’s romantic.

Because we’re a team, and there’s nothing sexier than knowing I’m feeding you into the fattest version of yourself. Whether you like it or not.

[fc-punk]

Mary took a deep breath and sat down.It took a while but the trampoline had been constructed. But it wasn't just any trampoline. This was a trampoline that had a 600 lb weight limit. For Mary was a girl of considerable corpulence, over 430 pounds of supple blubber that she had put on bite after delicious bite. It didn't come without it's prices: Mary was considerably unhealthy, with stage 2 hypertension at only 27 years of age. Not only that she had eaten herself into diabetes, she took her metformin medication like a good girl. Mary had told herself at the beginning of her weight gain journey she would take care of her body. It was amazing how well she had betrayed her initial vision. But Mary was a girl who loved pastries and would not be denied her indulgence in her own body. She suddenly farted and moaned, being reminded of how slovenly she was getting in her splendid isolation of obesity. She went weeks without showering and was often a bit rank. Assembling the trampoline had given her a work out, ironic considering the purpose of the trampoline. The cute doctor had been gentle with her and encourged her to get the tiniest bit of exercise, even from absurd sources. She took a deep breath and heaved herself up, waddling her flabby flaccid fluffy body to the trampoline, holding onto the bar as she heaved herself up. With a slight hestitation Mary gave an experimental jump and squealed when she did it again and felt her heft lift up. SHe felt her belly rolls lift and flosh. She could feel her fat wobble like a sack of liquid lard with every bounce she took. She could even feel her enormous double chin and jowls lift up with every bounce she took. It lasted shorter than she thought, but two minutes left her winded and apple cheeked. She could feel a headache coming on from her high blood pressure. She leaned on the bar and reflected just how out of shape she had become. She did this all to*Mary took a deep breath and sat down. It took a while but the trampoline had been constructed. But it wasn't just any trampoline. This was a trampoline that had a 600 lb weight limit. For Mary was a girl of considerable corpulence, over 430 pounds of supple blubber that she had put on bite after delicious bite. It didn't come without it's prices: Mary was considerably unhealthy, with stage 2 hypertension at only 27 years of age. Not only that she had eaten herself into diabetes, she took her metformin medication like a good girl. Mary had told herself at the begginning of her weight gain journey she would take care of her body. It was amazing how well she had betrayed her inititial vision. But Mary was a girl who loved pastries and would not be denied her indulgence in her own body. She suddenly farted and moaned, being reminded of how slovenly she was getting in her splendid isolation of obesity. She went weeks without showering and was often a bit rank. Assembling the trampoline had given her a work out, ironic considering the purpose of the trampoline. The cute doctor had been gentle with her and encourged her to get the tiniest bit of exercise, even from absurd sources. She took a deep breath and heaved herself up, waddling her flabby flaccid fluffy body to the trampoline, holding onto the bar as she heaved herself up. With hesitation Mary gave an experimental jump and squealed when she did it again and felt her heft lift up. SHe felt her belly rolls lift and flosh. She could feel her fat wobble like a sack of liquid lard with every bounce she took. She could even feel her enormous double chin and jowls lift up with every bounce she took. It lasted shorter than she thought, but two minutes left her winded and apple cheeked. She leaned on the bar and reflected just how out of shape she had become. She truly had betrayed whatever her intentions were one doordash at a time, but she loved it so. As she breathed she farted and thought of what next to eat ===== A short story written with permission by @chubbychiquita/@cc-afterdark

[livestockprincess]

I’ve been fantasizing about making myself so obese that one day I plop down on my bed or couch and get myself stuck with absolutely no one to help hoist me back up.

Laying in that spot in pain for hours, contemplating if I should call someone but being too embarrassed to do so because of what a fat slob I look like naked surrounded by trash from binging night after night.

Finally sucking it up that I have no choice but to call an ambulance and face the judgement. All of those poor people that would have to witness me being a pathetic piggy in her natural habitat. God it makes me cum

[orb-ponders]

car stuffings are sooo good. the privacy mixed with the thrill of being in public. especially in like the parking lot of a fast food place you ordered everything from through the drive-through.

first having to orally tell whoever is taking your massive order. then pulling up to take all of your food. and then not even going that far to cram all of that in your greedy, hungry belly. Bloating up in the drivers seat with greasy addictive food that's wiring your brain to want more and more. then having to go home with that stuffed gut, turned on, maybe even playing with yourself to keep the high going. waddling out of your car with your huge, heavy gut. walking through your door while you rub and pat your well-fed, taut belly.

[gluttonyaddict]

I'm not gone! Just too busy lately.

[gluttonyaddict]

Mmmnph... my favorite scenario is when a chubby gainer who loves to be a bit of a slob gets visited by a buff demon of gluttony and is being is being corrupted by them to give into gluttony, sloth, and greed~

Harshly teasing them a lot and making them more slobby and obese~

Punishing them for their sins and watching them struggle more as they get more obese~

Transforming them into a gluttonous food addict who has no manners, always sweaty and gassy, and a wheezing blubbery mess~

And taking them to hell where they are endlessly getting fatter and fatter for eternity~

[thebaroquerose]

Too obsessed not to share. I look so freakin plush 😵‍💫

[notfatweeb]

Ashley from the coffin game, I don't care about the game, I liked her design, that's all. Old com from thiccydonut.