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@zootedchub
raiding the fridge as usual
All that heart stopping lard
I absolutely love playing with that lard filled gut knowing how unhealthy it is just packed full of heart stopping fat and the fact it's what's going to keep growing and causing even more struggling and health issues
oops…. piggy’s getting rounder (and gassier) 🐽
pardon me 🤭
Character who begins to look, sound, and act like a literal pig the fatter they get. Their feederism journey started about where you'd expect; More snacks, more food, less exercise, all the standard stuff to pack the weight on. But some things started to change.
Meals started to get less organized. What used to be maybe a heavy breakfast from McDonald's, a big lunch from Five Guys, some pizzas and beers for dinner, turned into piles of whatever junk they could find. Nothing but empty calories, from fast food to stick and balls of pure butter, eaten whenever throughout the day, until soon enough they decided "Why the effort," rooting through their fridge and stuffing their chubby-cheeked face with slop.
The bigger they got, the gassier and gassier, like each pound just served to make more room for every burp and fart to build up. Their burps started to get shorter, though- Short, deep, and constant, until it started to sound more like a snort than a belch, rumbling up through their throat and deepened by their fat neck.
Even when they're not burping through mouthfuls of junk, they're snorting just fine on their own. What used to be laden groans had become grunts, and what used to be moans of pleasure from the relief of a rumble of built-up gas escaping their hefty rear? Now all they did was oink with greed before filling their stomach up even more. Soon enough, they barely go through the effort of talking when they can just oink and snort-- Leaves more time to stuff their face.
As their walk turns into a waddle, you can't help but notice- Had their nose always been so... Short? Flat and upturned, and with another snorting belch, it would actually sound less crazy to say they had a snout than it would a nose.
Soon enough, cleanliness becomes a thing of the past. All nice and fancy outfits hung out to dry in place in place of stretchy, dingy undergarments, wrappers and containers strewn about the home so you always know just how much they've gorged; The place has become a proper pigsty, and their couch, the messiest of all, has practically become their new home.
And them, weighed down by the hundreds of pounds they've ballooned with, letting out a bloated, snorting belch as their gut is slick with butter and sauce and oil... They look as happy as a pig in mud.
(@gainingbunnyy for inspiration!)
what happens when u play too much world of warcraft:
“But I’m getting way too big”
That’s your cue to disregard my feelings. No more praise, no more encouragement, make it known that you are in charge of me.
I don’t control what happens with my body, you do. You decide how big I get, and you decide when I stop.
Humiliate me. Embarrass me. Flaunt your sleek, toned body to make me understand that I could never turn things around. Get it through my thick skull that there’s no going back to thin for me anymore.
Make me feel like such a useless tub of jiggling lard that any attempt at exercise would only be met with mockery. “Look at that fatty on the treadmill, even their double chin is bouncing”.
And if none of that works, if I keep insisting, then you just take me by force.
Tie me to the bed and lock me in my room, take away my mobility until you can feed me and feed me and feed me into a big ball of shame and blubber. Make me so fat and embarrassed of myself that I’ll never want to show my face outside again.
Then I’m all yours again.
i feel like a can of biscuits.. popping out of all my clothes this big belly just can’t be contained any longer 🥴 i can’t wait to stuff myself big and overfilled today with this bloated belly 🤭😫🩷
the struggle to pull my shirt over my belly was such a fucking turn on
i just kept going and now i feel so fucking tight 😫 why do i do this to myself..? im pinned under this gigantic solid belly fuuuck 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
i feel like an overinflated beach ball.. i wish i could whine louder but i don’t want to wake anyone
my belly has grown a mind of its own.. fuck i’m so heavy and huge
Kind of obsessed with my feeder showing me off in public
Forcing me to stuff 5 burgers in front of my friends
Make them all see what a pig you’re making me
How you’re ruining me.
Maybe that’s why I’m stuffing in public now 🤔
being a soft sleepy horny crybaby 24/7 is hard work but someones gotta do it
Like please make me under dress and take me to the one food court you know has the best fast food I can’t say no to.
Please get everything with extra sauce and mayo on whatever it applies for.
Please “Forget” the tissues and napkins when you come over with the first of six trays of this meal.
Please just sit across from me without making a peep, just rubbing my thigh and under belly with your foot while I grind against the chair and eat faster.
Please wipe the edge of my lips and call me messy when the rest of my face is covered in sauce and grease.
Please keep rubbing my belly while the elastic waistband slips down and my belly pushes forward.
Please rub small circles around my belly button cause you know it’s become so sensitive I can cum from it.
Please keep fetching the other trays just before the last one runs out.
Please force me to waddle out leaning on your shoulder cause I’m not fat enough for the scooters.
Please rub my belly while I burp and moan the whole way there.
Please tease me for making such a fucking mess of myself the entire way, whispering just loud enough for the passerby’s to hear you.
Girl who is far more belly than brains and who forgets whatever she was dumby rambling about with every burp
all women should strive to embody this idea, not knowing how to speak or even think properly, interrupted by belch after belch, the only thing she knows is the hunger pangs and the sweet smile that creeps on her face when her gut is as tight as possible
There is something so enamoring about seeing a growing cutie slowly dozing off into a food coma after overindulging on some fattening treat that they really enjoy. Doesn't need to be anymore than that, just seeing them lazily rub at their belly, feeling too full and sleepy to do much more than pass out where they've sat themselves or laid themselves out, maybe letting out a whine or a whimper at you, so you know that, you who enabled them get to this point, should be helping in a more hands on sort of way. Somehow the more comfortable they are the more insane this makes me.
uuuuggghhhhh someone please make me stop, i cant keep outgrowing my clothes! 😩
✨reblogs welcome✨
I mean it’s not a full crop top or belly shirt so you got room. Save some money wait a bit and enjoy the magic.