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[thegreedyofficefatty]

Happy 4th!

[thegreedyofficefatty]

We can’t see your face so we’re just like forced to stare longingly into your belly button

It’s hard not to stare at it when my gut is so obvious!

[im-a-chombster]

[bchubs]

Your fat lil whale 🥺🐳🫍🐋💗

[onlyssbbw]

[nyuufruit]

my big pet leafeon,,

[gainerburr]

Commission for @terekusart of themselves!

Thank you so much for your support!! ;///3///;

[waddledeelight]

It'll be brutally clear what's going on with you in a few months, don't you worry.

Week after week of being fed like a princess, will take its toll. Primarily confining you to spending all hours of the day on your butt as your body begins to fit my mould. I want it to be a struggle to pull you away from the dinner table, I want you to be utterly enchanted with getting way more than you really need. Not a day goes by without you making a cow out of yourself, exactly what I had in mind for you.

I want you to look at pictures of yourself in a few years and forget you were ever this "small". I want people to assume you've always needed to sit in the back seat because of course your ass has always been this huge. I want the excessive weight to look inevitable, like you were always meant to struggle with getting your flabby bloated cellulite clad legs past each other. You need to embody decadence, you need to embrace every bite, and you need to keep growing if you know what's good for you.

It doesn't matter if itchy stretch marks reign supreme between every roll like raindrops dripping down your sides. How heavy your breath becomes as it sinks in how large I'm determined to make you. Finding out the soft way, what it's like to have a limited range of motion due to what I've decided to feed you day in, day out. That you've grown from quite the doughy doll into such a massive pile of plush means you've clearly been receiving princess treatment. What about your over a quarter ton stature says you should waddle about without a helping hand? One that makes sure you don't stray too far from the overnourished path, that is.

I'd hate to see you let a calorie go to waste given how far we go to pump you full of them. How instrumental they've been, for breaking you in as my blob, absolutely docile to your core and ready to swell up until I say when. While casting doubt in everyone's face as they see you so utterly spoiled, wondering what must have happened and how special you must be to have become this enormous.

Shaped into such a particular scale of obesity, morbidity hardly does you justice anymore. You've finally grown past queen size and it's time that people started treating you like one. You're far closer to being the fattest person they'll ever see, than I can bear to stand. Aren't you a little curious about how sweet it'll taste? I know, I know, now open up!

[brendakthedonutgirl]

OMG UNF

[lilyneedsyouhungry]

You love growing fat and useless.

You feel it every time you bend, every time your thighs clap together, every time your belly spills over into your lap.

But here’s the secret: it’s never enough.

That heaviness you feel now? That’s just the beginning. You think you’ve indulged, that you’ve pushed yourself, but you haven’t even scratched the surface of how far you can go.

Imagine it, Your gut sagging lower. Your rolls stacking thicker. Your breath catching faster after just a few steps. Buttons straining, chairs groaning, strangers staring in disbelief.

That’s the future you crave. That’s the future you need.

So stop telling yourself you’re full. Stop pretending you’ve “had enough.” You haven’t. Not until you’re bursting, panting, dizzy with greed.

Fill another plate. Order another round. Add dessert on top of it all.

Don’t wait until tomorrow.. Make tonight the night you break through your own limits.

You want to become a feedee. My feedee.

The only thing standing between you and your fattest, most obscene, most intoxicating self... is one more bite.

So take it 🤍

[xfatqueenx]

Getting bigger was never the problem. It was the plan.

Be honest: dream body or your worst nightmare?😶😈

[ray-norr]

Cake Body (July 2025)

[brendakthedonutgirl]

#goals

[evermore-xxl]

@brendakthedonutgirl testing the limits of that dress 🥵

Draw Me Fatter series | Ko-fi message me if you're interested in being drawn fatter 💕

[brendakthedonutgirl]

I love it!

[feedthefatty-deactivated2026021]

You'll stop soon.

you just wanted to indulge in your feedee urges a few days a month. Maybe have a big stuffing once a week. You'll stop after you put on 5 or 10 pounds.

2 months go by and a few days a month become a few days a week. The passenger seat of your car is covered in empty fast food bags from stopping for breakfast and lunch during the week. It's only 15 pounds you've put on, you'll be able to go back to how you were before. One more McDonald's stuffing won't hurt.

2 more months go by and large meals become an every day occurrence. What was once considered a big stuffing is now just an average meal. You find yourself hungrier every day. You decide to size up your wardrobe after putting on 35 pounds since you started indulging. It's just temporary in your mind. You'll be able to go back to your old clothes.

2 months later and you haven't slowed down. You never deny yourself any cravings. You're undeniably fat. Now 60 pounds heavier than when you first started, you've never felt hotter in your own body. You used to tell yourself that you would stop soon and go back. The problem now is that you don't want to go back. You want to see how big you can become.

[biggerportions]

Kafeikafe

[embrace-your-fatness]

huff, huff, huff...😱feedee fate😱

[fleetwoodbigmacs]

Feeders are hot and all but so are “bad influences” and enablers. Big fat superchubs that are so ingrained in their gluttonous, hedonistic lifestyle of obesity that they can’t help but rub it off on anyone who happens to end up in their presence for any real amount of time. They’ll have you over just to game and order pizza and get high, maybe they’ll just order an extra pizza just to leave out for you to subtly coax you into indulging, and with a little more weed and nudging you’ll be wolfing it down before you know it.

Soon this one-off hangout becomes a regular weekly routine, then bi-weekly, then 3 or 4 nights a week, because you’d rather hang out with your fat foodie buddy and get high than waste time at the gym - and he’d much rather prefer that you did that as well. In fact, although he doesn’t say it, every gym session you skip gets rewarded with an extra pizza and tub of ice cream. This routine starts taking its toll on your body but your fat bud doesn’t mind. He’s started reaching out and rubbing your rapidly expanding belly lately, and you can’t help but return the favour. He’s giving you his old 4XL tank tops and sweatpants to wear since you’re getting too big for your own lately, and these are much more comfy for your widening ass.

And then, before you know it, you’re over there every night, getting high, shoving greasy burgers and pizzas and fries into your flab-filled face, outgrowing all your clothes before you even have a chance to wear them in for long, and now you’re making out with your massively obese friend who enabled you to get this fucking fat, while he plays with your tits and gets you grunting like a genuine pig. You need to be over there regularly anyway - the fatpad he’s pushed on you is now too big and deep for you to be able to reach that buried nub anymore, so you need him to reach in and help you finish.

You move out of your old place, which you pretty much never spend any time at anymore anyway, and move in with your new superchub boyfriend. Now the only place he lets your gigantic rump waddle to anymore is between the fridge, the bed, the bathroom and the couch - he takes care of answering the door with your food deliveries. You’ve forgone even the most basic of oversized tank tops and sweatpants and are just lazed out on the couch in the 8XL overstretched fat guy briefs that barely contain your swollen fatpad and oversized fat pig rump.

He’s pulled you out of the real world and brought you into his hazy, obese, decadent life of hedonism and gluttony, and you’re never getting out. Not that you could ever want to. Who needs a gym and a normal life when you can rub fatpads with the 500lb fat man who quietly made you even fatter than he is.

[fleetwoodbigmacs]

Still thinking about this one

[thegreedyofficefatty]

So you can’t really see the bikini bottoms from the front hut I swear they’re there! 🐽

[fatbellyboy3]