Big Growing Girl

Hi 💖 My name is Justice, and I'm a feedee. I'm currently at 185 pounds, and eating to gain over 150 pounds in a year. I love being fat, and showing it off💝🌟

[xoxocoffeeluxurybbw]

I never thought I'd enjoy the feeling of soft weight clinging to me, but here I am. Heavier, padded, and aware of every extra pound. When I wake in the morning, I'm already starving, my body begging for more. My stomach growls; insistent, greedy, and almost painful. I like how much hungrier I am now compared to when I was lean, exercising and watching what I ate.

The weight has rewired me.

The rolls at my sides fold over the waistband of my pants, warm and heavy against my skin. My shirts are tight in places they never used to be.

I love peeling my clothes off at the end of the day, and seeing the faint red lines curving across my belly, proof that I'm filling out more and more. The tightness makes me feel decadent, almost scandalous, like I'm breaking some rule by wanting this. By wanting to be weighed down by my own gluttony.

There's something hot about defying what's "supposed" to be normal--about choosing indulgence, softness, excess.

Every new indent from my clothes, every roll spilling over fabric, every extra bite I can't resist. It all makes me feel alive in ways being fit, and strict never did. It feels good to give in. Although, others would call it "giving up", or "letting myself go".

It will get to the point where no one can deny my love of food. Not when the proof is being carried right on my body, and affecting my everyday life. 💓

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

[thepromiscuousfinger]

[feedeekate]

I'm so normal about the thought of keeping a cute girl on a leash and feeding her way too much. Like I know you're full, but just open wide and take another bite of this burger! You're such a good pet! You're getting so fat for me! Such a cliche house cat!

[housecow]

fat and pathetic is always a good look <33

[gluttonygirls]

Princess pampering that ends up with her never lifting a finger again (she's too fat)

[es-draws]

[sapphling]

groping fat tummy through a dress WILL get you into heaven

[thighgrabberlickersmacker-deact]

rubbing someone's belly in bed and calling her a "good girl" like she's a fat, spoiled house cat

[fatyote]

Corrupting feeders is hot.

And no, I don’t mean making them fat.

I mean making their feeder tendencies even worse. Fanning those obsessive flames - making their fantasies even more intense, extreme, unhinged.

Until fattening me is the only thing that truly fulfills them and gets them off.

[important-animal-images]

[fatgirlsarethebest1]

[eatformelove]

the moment of realisation when a fatty has nothing that fits anymore.

your fat belly hanging out the bottom of every shirt you own, your arms being squished by the sleeves, nothing with a waist size big enough..

you knew what you were doing, stuffing yourself senseless every day, but this makes it 'real'.

the fact that they even make clothes your size should be a sign that you're far too skinny...

[unlawfullover]

feedees that are demanding brats about being stuffed. so eager to gorge themselves that they always end up overdoing it and end up not be able to move for the next few hours. so they lay around and whine while having you wait on them hand and foot. shoving their bloated belly into your space and demanding that you soothe their gurgling stomach. pouting to get their way. teasing you by walking around in clothing that’s several sizes too small and acting all coy when something rips because it can’t contain their mass >>>>>>>

[fatgirlsarethebest1]

[fatterpussycat-kill-kill]

I just think it’s amazing that some people just want to be lazy, comfy, enormous, pampered, mindlessly hedonist goddess cows, and that some people want nothing more than to make that happen for them?

[peaches-feedee]

😵‍💫

[xoxocoffeeluxurybbw]

I used to be fit, lean, and strong. Always out hiking trails or grinding through muscle-building routines. I used to be disappointed in myself if I missed the gym even once.

(It's been months since I've gone).

Now, I feel every pound I’ve put on, and it’s intoxicating. My belly jiggles with every step, reminding me of just how much softer I’ve become. The way it moves against me is so hot--it’s proof of all the nights I gave in, all the times I stuffed myself past full, or ate when I shouldn't have. Then, of course, came the routine of telling my roommate I was going for my daily hike when I was really going to get ice-cream, and burgers. The craving became too strong.

My face feels heavier too, rounder, softer, when I catch myself in the mirror. Moving has become a chore, and walking up stairs feels like I’ve climbed a mountain, every step pulling me down with the weight I’ve gained. But instead of fighting it, I want more. The burn in my muscles from carrying myself doesn’t discourage me. It makes me hungrier.

All I can think about is food. The next meal, the next indulgence, the next time I can gorge until I can't move. The more I give in, the more I crave it. Sitting back, belly spilling, feeling it bounce, and press against me--it's bliss. I don’t want the hikes or the old strength anymore. I want to grow, to fatten, to revel in the gluttony that's consumed me. 💖