Was directed to this site by a good friend that is a kink instructor when I was looking for more info to share with my partner as we explore me opening up about my desires to gain and my partner's desire to support me along the way.
When the gains feel slow and I feel like my gains have stalled it's nice to look back to when I first started really trying to gain just a couple of years ago and seeing the difference in my body. Still pushing for 300 and beyond. Less than 10 lbs to go to hit 300.
Oof, almost had to wear one of my XL uniform shirts to work today. I'm filling out my XXL shirts so that might have been a bit too obscene for work. I should really toss out my old shirts since I've continued to grow, if slowly, since I've upsized to XXL's
As I close in on 300 lbs it's looking like I need to go through my wardrobe again. Less and less things fit me these days. On the plus side, literally and figuratively, I love when my wife takes me out to shop for new clothes. She's always talking me into going up an extra size or two and I continue to outgrow those clothing choices. Can't wait to hit 300 so I can set my sights on heftier goals.
What is it to be a woman who adores fatness - it is sublime. I am privileged in my embrace of the softness of my partners. I enjoy the gluttony, and indulgence they display to achieve the fatness which makes me so incredibly aroused. To witness a man expand himself for me is truly a one of a kind experience. I am so deeply humbled by the commitment and bravery my piggies demonstrate as they cast aside social expectations in favour of their need to grow and get so incredibly big. It brings me so much pleasure to tease them into eating that extra slice, having that 3rd and 4th burger in one sitting. I know nothing more erotic than the unbuckling of a belt which ha grown unbearably tight over the course of a gluttonous meal. To see a belly domed out in its fullness and worshiping it is perhaps the pinnacle of sensuality. I am so grateful I was born to be a fat lover - nothing could possibly come close to this.
Now - if you all pitch in and get this post to 100 likes and 30 reblog there is something in the works that is beyond anything I have shared before đ
What are the best FFA accounts on Tumblr? Need to see more [SS]BHM's being loved by their partners
Omg yes! So many wonderful FFA's and couples on here đ„° I hope I don't forget anyone I may be adding onto this list in the comments, in no particular order
"i'm not gaining fast enough, i want to get as fat as possible!"
okay, piggy. prove it. drink this shake every day for the next few weeks and watch what it does to your body.
ingredients:
Base:
2 cups (16oz) heavy cream 800 cals
1 cup of whole milk (add more or less depending on your desired thickness) 150 cals
A pint of melted ice cream (must be "premium" ice cream like HĂ€agen-Dazs or Ben & Jerry's) 1,000 cals
2 servings of Mass Gainer powder (Cals are for the Dymatize Super Mass Gainer Rich Chocolate, but use whatever brand you can get your hands on) 2,500 cals
Half a can (7oz) of sweetened condensed milk 910 cals
(Optional) 1 cup of frozen banana
Add-ons:
1/3 cup of chocolate syrup and/or caramel sauce 300 cals
4 tbsp of peanut butter or hazelnut spread 380 cals
1 cup of mini chocolate chips 800 cals
1/2 cup of marshmallow fluff 165 calories
Whipped Cream (for topping)
note: these are very approximate calorie estimates based off of some very basic google searches, so they could be totally off. i'm a slut, not a scientist, so make your own calculations if you please.
Throw together your base of heavy cream, whole milk, melted ice cream, mass gainer, and condensed milk into a blender.
Then add your chocolate and/or caramel syrup, peanut butter and/or nutella, marshmallow fluff, etc.
You should skip the chocolate chips and choose an ice cream flavor without a ton of chunks/big pieces if you're planning on using a funnel.
Blend everything together, top with an obscene amount of whipped cream, and then drink up every drop like the greedy piggy you are.
This shouldn't be something that you have to choke down; substitute and add whatever sickeningly sweet toppings and add-ons that you like until you become addicted to the taste. Play with the recipe, try adding maltodextrin or melted butter or a box of cake mix. Do anything and everything to make this shake as easy to add into your daily routine as possible.
Just the base of this shake alone without any add-ons should add up to be over 5,200 calories. Do you have any idea how fat you're going to get if you're adding an extra 5000+ calories on top of your already unhealthy/high calorie diet? Imagine if you blended in a couple of those add-ons. You'll be exploding with fat in no time.
i can't wait to see what this recipe does to you, piggies đ
1. His fat face is the cutest and is extremely kissable, so you should take advantage of that.
2. His belly is the perfect resting pillow for your head, and I believe it evolved exactly for that purpose.
3. If he was a fatty throughout his teen years than he most likely had to develop a nice personality because he wasnât âpopularâ.
4. With all the hours that he doesnât spend trying to look thin he probably has so many hidden talents that would blow your mind.
5. If he is nerd than you are one lucky son of a bitch.
6. His chubby body is a cuddlerâs heaven⊠and as we all know, fatties do it better.
7. Moobs ⊠need I say more?
8. He probably has a great sense of humour about himself and his body, especially if he was a gainer.
9. Easy to handle: Â
      i. You wanna reward him => food
    ii. You wanna make up with him => food
    iii. You wanna apologize to him => food Â
    iv. You wanna show him that you love him => food
10. He probably emits a lot of heat, so in the winter his body is like a customized heated squishy sexy pillow that will keep you warm.
11. If you never got over your childhood, your boyfriendâs body can serve as a human sized soft teddy bear that can actually talk, if heâs hairy itâs a plus. Â
12. If youâre a handsy person, your boyfriend will provide you with a various assortment of places that you can fondle, with different thickness, softness and levels of accessibility.
13. He would never ask you to lose weight or join a gym, but you should do it anyway if he was into that.
14. He is easier to find in a crowd.
15. He is almost impossible to kidnap.
16. He canât run very far from you⊠but letâs hope it never comes down to that.
âThis shopping list is a logistical nightmare,â she said as he walked into the kitchen.
He reached into a kitchen cupboard, grabbed a packet of Jolly Ranchers, and sat beside her at the table.
Despite the tablet in front of her, paper receipts were scattered everywhere, items crossed off and amounts adjusted in colored pencil.
She glanced at the packet in his hand and added Jolly Ranchers x2 to the list.
âI should really automate all this,â she said, as he offered her one. She declined.
âAt least I try to share,â he said, popping another into his mouth. He admired her dedication. Truth was, she enjoyed the planning as much as the results.
âOh, check this out,â she said, tapping the screen and pulling up a time-lapse of his weight gain. Sheâd had him pose weekly, arms out, tracking every change.
Dates flickered by in the corner as the numbers climbed.
âHere,â she said, as the weight gain counter passed fifty. âThis is where it all started going to your belly. Neat, huh?â
She looked over at him, smiling as he unwrapped another sweet. The counter topped out at 101 pounds.
âWow,â he said, patting his stomach. âGuess I got pretty big, huh?â
âAnd these?â he asked, pointing at a row of rosettes along the bottom.
âEach one marks another ten pounds,â she said. âIâve got time-lapses from every angle.â
âNeat,â he said, dryly.
âAnd then thereâs this.â She split the screen, with the time-lapse on one side, a chart on the other.
âWhatâs this line?â he asked, pointing at WHtR as it shifted colour across the graph.
He glanced at the key. Healthy. Fat. Superfat.
âWaist-to-height ratio,â she said. âAnd youâre not getting any taller.â She winked.
The line had turned green by the end.
âAnd âsuper fatâ is a medical term, right?â he asked.
âNo, silly.â She nudged him, then poked his belly. âBut it fits, doesnât it?â
âCharming,â he said, laughing.
She hesitated, shoulders dropping slightly. âSometimes I wish youâd help me out more with all this.â
He nodded. That was fair.
âAm I not carrying my weight though?â he said, patting his stomach.
She smiled. âYou are. But the shopping, two full carts a week now. Itâs a lot.â
âYou try gaining a hundred pounds,â he said, jiggling his belly. âI have to carry this everywhere, stairs included.â
âYou like it,â she shot back. âAnd shopping together could be fun. You can pick anything you want, my treat.â She looked at him hopefully.
âI hear you,â he said, then nodded at the tablet. âWhat else you got?â
âAll sorts.â She brightened instantly. âThis oneâs fun, your daily calories.â She pulled up a graph.
His daily intake climbed steadily. His weight lagged behind, jumping in bursts.
âThey donât track consistently,â she said, tracing the line with her finger. âYour body has to adjust, then suddenly catches up.â
âImpressive stuff, Doctor,â he said, admiring her doctorate, even though it wasnât in a medical field.
âIâve been tracking everything,â she said with a wink. âSome things more than others.â
He raised an eyebrow. âYouâve been measuring that too?â
She blushed. âJust, ⊠my observations.â Then, she put it more bluntly. âYou were bound to lose a little length.â She patted his belly. âWeâve been focusing on girth though. And on that, youâve done very well. Top of my class.â
He felt the heat rise in his cheeks.
âMoving on,â he said quickly, swiping at tabs. âAny projections here?â
âOoh, lots,â she said, practically beaming, then grinned at him. âBut all this dataâs working me up, so youâre going have to drink me some cream.â
âThat your snack for today?â he asked.
âAbsolutely.â She stood up, then grabbed a carton from the fridge, and handed it over. âThese are just numbers.â She tapped his belly. âThis is my real world result.â
He raised the carton in a mock toast. Sheâd been picking him a daily no-questions-asked snack all that month.
âI suppose youâll be adding more of these to the list?â
âBack orderâs a wonderful thing,â she said. âAnd youâre going through those faster than ever right now.â
âSeems to be your favourite.â
âIâm efficient.â
âMaxxing me out?â
âPlumping you up,â she corrected. âAnd documenting it.â
âPlay the time-lapse again while I chug.â
She hit play.
He drained the carton, then belched. âWe should measure another data point tonight.â
âEnd of the week.â She ruffled his hair. âAnd I know youâre up.â
He wasnât sure which she meant, the bulge in his pants or his weight.
âWhat are these?â he asked as a file directory popped up.
Project Kickstart. Project Snowball. Project Top Secret.
She quickly closed it down. âDonât you worry about those. Iâm getting my results.â
She smirked. âThe clothing budget chart is my favourite. But later.â
âWhy later?â
She shifted onto what remained of his lap and kissed him. âBecause right now, we need to get you out of your pants.â
âAnother data point,â he said. âMy sex chartâs going hyperbolic.â
She buzzed. âExponential. Fool.â
âShouldâve known better than to marry a math nerd.â
âThat mistake costs you another carton.â
âOops,â he said, patting his belly. âSlipped up again. Not a mathlete.â
She stood up, and headed back to the fridge. âMaybe,â she confirmed. âBut spherically speaking, youâre right on course. Extra-extra credit in fact.â
She handed him the cream, then tipped it to his lips herself this time, and kept it up until the container was drained.
âPerfect.â She grinned. âThink we have another data point just confirmed.â
Hi all - a bit late but itâs finally here! The eagerly anticipated stuffing challenge for spring.
đș The challenge: eat 5 hotdogs with a bun and any toppings of your choice, along with 1 pound of side, and at least 24oz of drink. Think picnic themed - so potato salad, pasta salad, grain salad, etc. drinks can be whatever you want!
Rules:
đ§ș you must be 18 or older to enter. age must be listed in bio or your entry will be discarded.
đ§ș the challenge runs from 3/10/2026 - 4/6/2026 at midnight. this gives you 4 weekends to try it! late submissions are not counted.
đ§ș you must take a before and after photo including your belly, food, and the time. entries can be reblogs of this post, DMs, or submissions to me.
đ§ș you have three hours to complete this challenge
đ§ș any good faith attempt will automatically earn one entry! So please give it a try! Completed entries will count for 2 entries, with a maximum of 2 total entries. Any additional food aside from the challenge will not count towards additional entries.
đ§ș if you need to make substitutions, message me and we will discuss what you can eat instead!
đ§ș winner will be decided via wheel of names on 4/7/2026. The prize is 50 dollars sent through PayPal. This is the only way I will send money.
any other questions please reach out! These challenges are for the community to have fun and push themselves a little bit, so if thereâs something preventing you from participating, please let me know so we can make an accommodation! The more stuffed bellies we get to see, the better. đ
hey all! we've got some new stuff for you to play with over at feedism.neocities.org!
đ«feedism kink jar filler - @soft-sappho made us our very own interactive kink jar filler, inspired by dollmakers and other interactive tools on the old web. she's worked real hard to make it as comprehensive as possible! simply click to fill the jars! choose between eight different fill states, and download it as an image at the click of a button! go check it out!
đweight & measures tracker printout - I designed a printable sheet for keeping track of a variety of measurements that might change as you gain. there are boxes weight, measurements (with a model to refer to), BMI, heartrate, blood pressure, body fat (using calipers), and a little note section at the bottom. low ink versions are available too! go check it out!
there's also a few more decorations around, and some little tweaks to a few pages! more on the way soon!
I know, I know. It's hot in stories: the near-painful everyday stuffing; the sole fast food diet; the extremely rapid weight gain. But look how tiny you now are. You bought 5000 calories' worth of burgers and fries and you almost made yourself sick. This is a short way to burnout and disappointment.
But thankfully, you have me. I'm going to make sure that the changes are small but consistent. I'm going to get your stomach increasingly more stretched out and ready for overeating. We're start slow, by adding 50 calories to every meal and snack. It feels like almost nothing; a bit more butter, one more cookie... You barely feel it, and you are impatient. I tell you to trust me.
Then, two weeks later, I ask you to eat a small snack just before bed. It doesn't have to be anything heavy; just a handful of nuts will suffice. We're making your body used to getting sustenance the last thing in the evening... and then the first thing in the morning. I also encourage you to drink some fizzy water. Just water for now - but it will still stretch your stomach.
Lastly, let's make sure you move a bit less. I don't tie you up to the couch; it would be too big of a shock for now. Let's just give up on that one weekly gym visit. You can still go, just less often.
A month in, you might still not notice any changes, but I am. You used to almost jump out of bed, and now it takes you a while to lazily stretch and get up. More and more often, I bring you breakfast to bed, and we're starting to make it a habit to eat a big meal, then stay in bed a little longer.
You've consumed too much feedist content over the years to realize what's actually a "significant weight gain". When I weigh you in a month after the beginning of my "treatment", you're up 10 pounds. You think it's nothing. Trust me, it's not.
Because now you're used to eating larger meals. To snacking before bed. I am now entering the second phase of my plan: getting you used to eating the more sugary, more greasy equivalents of your daily meals. You're still so innocently unused to loads of sugar; pop tastes too sweet to you. I encourage you to mix it with water for now, to ease you in. I exchange milk for cream. I add more butter.
One day, just for fun, we count all the calories that this treatment added to your daily number. We come up to 1000 and your eyes widen. You practically didn't notice the difference.
That's when it starts. A cup of heavy cream before bed. Sweet dreams, honey. A full package of Oreos consumed in a day, and you barely notice them gone as you graze. I now keep snacks always within reach. I am about to tell you to stop going to the gym altogether before you yourself tell me you don't feel like it anymore.
We upsize your wardrobe. You're excited. It's two months later and 15 more pounds on top of the first ten. A small layer of fat coats your stomach. Just enough to make you softer, not enough for many people to notice.
I think you're ready now. I take you grocery shopping and tell you to choose the most caloric versions of everything. No more water in your soda. No more "light snacks". Everything is heavy now.
You're getting hungrier. You keep finding ways to eat more. And you're also lazier. A once walkable distance now requires a ride. You keep asking me to fetch you things instead of getting up yourself.
I organize your first stuffing.
It's not drastic. I just let you sit on the couch for hours and eat. I don't make you painfully full, but I make sure you are always full. The moment you feel like you have some room, I push another treat past your lips. Breakfast flows seamlessly into lunch, then dinner, then supper. By the end of the day, I tell you how much you ate. 8000 calories.
You ask me to repeat this two weeks later.
Months pass. You upsize twice. You're overweight. It's a slippery slope, I rewrote your brain. Your lifestyle is that of a fatty now: you sleep in, barely move, snack constantly, stuff your face at midnight. You got addicted to sugar and fat. Your movement slows down. It's like you're trying to conserve energy. Your birthday passes, and you eat a whole chocolate cake in two days. That wouldn't have been possible six months ago. A day later, I catch you on trying to tie up your shoes. You're panting, your belly bunching up as you bend.
A year later, I weigh you. You gained 80 pounds in a year. You're all you dreamed of: double-chinned, with a slight overhang, developing a waddle. You don't really need me as a feeder anymore. You're set up for a lifetime of gaining weight.
If you're interested in just stuffing (no weight gain), @ginger-and-mint has some really cool stuff, including a multi-chapter magic university story with a stuffing-based magic system.
If you enjoy stuffing, weight gain, and intox, especially in a fantasy or historical context @fancifulbellies has some fun one-shots, and some stories with recurring characters.