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Ignore the crunchy nut cornflakes please I'm tryna be ✨ Daddy ✨

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Force feeded by my greediness

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Huuuuge fan of this angle hehe. Can't wait until it sticks out even further ;3 even just seeing how big i look like this turns me on so much. I cant help it, all I can think about is food and growing more and more and more and it makes me start trying to grind into my flab

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your pal says something mean about a fat person in shorts this summer you SAY, "oh so they're supposed to get heat stroke because of your sensitive ass?" (fat people deserve to wear weather appropriate clothing)

you're getting ice cream with your friend and they make a comment about the fat person eating an ice cream cone you SAY, "oh then I guess you don't want ice cream, let's go." (fat people don't need to earn food even for enjoyment)

you're at the beach and a fat person is laying out and your dad says something rude about it you SAY, "I think they look comfortable. It's good they're getting some sun. I bet they work hard all year for this vacation." (fat people deserve to appear in public)

telling a someone you like their stretch marks does NOTHING for fatphobia and will NEVER make your friends and family think twice about their shitty learned hatred.

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I know it’s not the most ethical expression of this kink but FUCK do I think manipulated weight gain is so fucking hot. Sneaking heavy cream into your partners coffee or adding extra butter to their portions; buying foods you know they can’t resist or just generally finding ways to maximize their calorie intake without saying anything about it and just watching them balloon up more and more. God it’s so fucking hot 🥵

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Overeager

[1300 words. Tags: ovi, breeding, wg, medical monitoring but not health stuff, soft feedism, implied lactation, fat to fatter, 2nd person pov, dubious science lol]

When the Breeding Managers discover you're pregnant, you get the exact scoldings and lectures you'd expected.

You hadn't been approved yet. You hadn't met your minimum weight target yet. You weren't ready to carry a clutch. It's extremely taxing on the human body to bring this species' eggs to full term, they sternly remind you.

But you and your love just couldn't wait. Every night of the past few months since you'd moved into the Breeding Center to prepare yourself for pregnancy, they've slipped into your room. You'd lie in bed together and the two of you would daydream about how round you'd get, how heavy and soft, how lovely it will be to feel the little movements and kicks inside your belly.

You'd touch each other, stifle your moans, whisper in each other's ears how you just couldn't wait. And, well... one night you really couldn't. You tell the Managers that you and your partner just got a little carried away - you were caught in the moment and then the next thing you knew their eggs were inside you.

But you and your love know that isn't true. Maybe there was some heat-of-the-moment passion and urgency behind it, but you knew what you were doing.

You had just kind of... hoped that if you pushed yourself you could reach your weight targets before they realized and everything would work itself out... But you'd underestimated how much energy the small, jelly-soft eggs need to grow, and with days your your gnawing, all-consuming hunger - even with your prescribed, weight gain-optimized meal plan - gave you away to the sharp-eyed nurses.

You're monitored carefully now: daily labs, a new strict, higher-calorie meal plan with plenty of vitamins; a visit from the nutrition specialist a few times a week; frequent ultrasounds to check in on the eggs. You have to work extra hard, fill your belly all you're able each day to try to catch up. Every other day, nurses come in to measure your progress: slipping a tape measure around your growing belly, helping you to the scale in the hallway. Your end-of-week numbers are plotted on charts displayed on the white board in your room.

Your partner can't get enough of those graphs.

Lying on the big, cozy couch together in your spacious room, you had planned to watch the show the two of you have been following, but it's pretty clear you're the only one actually watching the TV. Your partner's distracted, passing you snacks, a bottled weight gain shake from the mini fridge, even though you had your mandated three already today. Their hands don't leave your belly, swollen with food and fat and their clutch. You're definitely showing now. Even with a belly that was plump and soft and folded over your waistbands before you applied for breeding, it's obvious from that certain kind of distended roundness that you're pregnant. Your partner notices, too. Their eyes are on you, a warm, love-filled gaze you can almost feel on your skin, only looking away to stare dreamily at your progress charts. You let the episode run to the end. You can watch it again with them tomorrow.

With your partner's attentions and the care of your team, you're finally meeting your weight targets, week over week. What really pushes you over the edge was the idea to hang a bag of thick, sweet, nutrient-filled pudding from an IV stand, with a tube at the bottom for you to sip at absent-mindedly throughout the day. You've been going through a whole packet in the morning and a another in the evening lately.

Your days are carefree and pleasant, filled with indulgence and pleasure. Trays of good, hearty food brought right to your bed; snacks in arm's reach; a tube of pudding at your fingertips to suck at in between. Ambling walks in the garden with your belly protruding conspicuously out in front of you, punctuated increasingly with stops to rest on a well-placed bench beside a fragrant bush or fruiting tree. There isn't a day that goes by without your eyes growing so heavy and sleepy after a meal that you need to doze in your comfy bed. Attendants come to bathe you and pamper you, rubbing lotions on your overfull stomach, sore feet, the stretch marks spreading over your inner thighs and side rolls, and your chest, which has begun to grow full and tender.

Your partner visits at least once throughout the day, and in the evenings, stays until you drift off to sleep in their arms as they gently play with your plush, wobbly belly. (When you're spooning, their hand can't reach the mattress anymore around the wide arc of your belly as it pools out onto the bed in front of you.)

Tonight you're both in a mood. Their visit earlier today had coincided (perhaps not entirely accidentally) with the nurses' end-of-week measurement checkup, where first the nurses had to help you stand, and then discovered that the standard measuring tape the they'd brought just barely reached around your circumference. When they marked this week's ending weight, the little dot floated above the solid line of your goal weight for the third week in a row.

The praise and approval from the nurses had you glowing with pride, but what really melted you were the kisses from your partner after they left the room, all over your face and then all over your belly as they kneeled in front of you. They stayed for lunch, extra-big today with two whole desserts as a reward for all your hard work.

Now, in bed under the covers, your partner murmers into your ear about how big you're getting, grabbing your fat rolls and moaning desperately.

You bite your lip but the words still tumble out of your mouth, and your partner freezes.

"Since I'm over my weight target, that means I can take more eggs, right?"

As nice as it was to finally be on your care team's good side, some things were just worth a little reprimanding and disapproving looks. Your team found out of course, and exasperatedly scheduled extra appointments with your nutritional specialist to map out a new feeding plan to support the extra half-dozen eggs now growing inside you beside the first dozen.

The energy drain takes its toll and you spend much of your days napping and daydreaming between meals and measurements and the hobbies you can still keep up in your condition - and with how quickly you've had to put on such a serious amount of weight. At this stage of development, your first clutch begins feeding on your emotional energy, too, and you are prescribed pleasuring yourself at least twice daily to help keep your mood up and ensure a sufficient neurotransmitter balance. You and your partner can't say that it's a big ask... Two attendants are also at your beck and call to help you come when your partner is away, if you so desire. It's an important milestone in your pregnancy, and it can't help but remind you about the next one. Soon, you'll need to start the protocols for preparing your body to provide the necessary high volume of nutritious milk.

Each week is more blissful than the last. Your partner dotes on you, wrapped around your chubby finger, and can never get enough of every little change your body goes through. The feedings become wonderfully relentless; your body stretched and swelled, weighing you down, as much from your fat as all the little lives growing inside you. All of this is so much better than you and your partner could have imagined.

You're not done yet - your due date stretches into the distance. But already you wish it never had to end. 🩵

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The Vile Bastard of Hell strikes yet again as Kink Writer describes 213 lbs (roughly 96 kg) as Huge

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what's a girl gotta do to be kidnapped by a deranged feeder and forcefed in a basement until she's doubled in size

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I dunnnnooo

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Admit it, you want to stick your face in it. 💜

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Omg bullying the tummy….. could we get a pt2?

penis driving face,,, bullying the tummy is a guilty pleasure 4 me that i never really post about bc it makes a lot of people uncomfortable so im always stoked when i have an excuse to do something for it

Intentional:

The age old classic--testing how much give is left. Squeezing the sides of somebody's distended tummy, pressing down on it, poking it to see how far their finger will go, etc, which naturally becomes increasingly uncomfortable as the belly gets tighter and tighter

Teasing somebody who insists that they aren't too full by offering them more and more food, stuffing them well past capacity until they have to admit that yes, they're full alright, please, they can't eat any more

Jostling and squeezing the belly of somebody who refuses to admit that they're not feeling good

"Helping" to coax up a much-needed burp by squeezing and pressing a far-too-bloated tummy

Insisting that somebody (try to) finish a massive portion of food that they screwed up making so it won't go to waste, even if it was meant for a large group of people

Unintentional:

A big tight hug, especially a hug from behind that squeezes somebody around the middle, painfully compressing their overstuffed belly

A firm, friendly pat on a too-full tummy, hitting just a little too hard and thoroughly jolting its pressurized contents

Helping somebody into a tight outfit, unceremoniously squeezing and pulling the snug garment around their belly to get it to fit

An accidental bump or jab to an aching belly as somebody tries to squeeze through a busy crowd

Using somebody's belly as a pillow when it's not feeling good, unaware that all the extra pressure on their belly is only making it worse

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You wouldn't make a public spectacle out of me, would you?

You wouldn't insist on me wearing my tightest outfit, only to take me to an area full of street vendors with the intention of getting me as stuffed as possible so that I have to undo my shorts, or better yet, the button on them just pops right off leaving my belly hanging out for all to see

You wouldn't not let me leave until I can barely waddle my way around without your assistance, huffing and puffing from just how fucking heavy and full you've made me get after getting something from every single vendor

You wouldn't draw as much attention to me as possible while you rubbed my belly between stalls, insisting that you know I still have room left for more

You wouldn't make me into your needy round butterball for all to see, would you?

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'Fuckkkk look at what you've done to me...'

Me:

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i've not been intentionally gaining for a few weeks atp but i was taking maltodextrin for a bit and so i just want to note for other feedists and those not into healthplay: maltodextrin causes high blood sugar spikes and excessive consumption can lead to type 2 diabetes as well as it seriously fucking up your stomach microbiome. it reduces all the healthy gut bacteria you've got going on and is linked to chronic inflammatory diseases. as someone with ibs it definitely fucked up my stomach when i was using it for instance !

this isnt to say that all consumption of it is harmful - it's literally in like, every (processed?) food we eat because it's so cheap. it's just safer to eat in smaller amounts. if you're going to use maltodextrin to gain then, just like the boosts, i would recommend having periods of use and then a break from them - a few weeks on, few weeks off? otherwise it's also going to mess you up..!

not saying this to scare or anything but just to let more people know. i was using pure maltodextrin and not just a maltodextrin-based powder so i wouldn't know the specifics, but essentially i'm just saying to go easy on your tum :-D

Okay, so I’ve talked a lot about using Boost VHC for weight gain before… but I have to be real with you all I’m totally walking that back. Turns out slamming back tons of those every day isn’t actually the best idea. I ended up getting a little sick from them (don’t recommend loading your body with 700% of your daily copper intake—oops). It was a hard lesson, but honestly? It led me to something way better.

Someone recommended a new mass gainer powder to me, a maltodextrin-based shake with barely any ingredients, and oh my god. You guys. This stuff is fucking wild. I’ve been using it as the base for all my shakes for a few weeks and I’ve been blowing up so much faster than I ever did on Boosts. Like it’s not even close.

I’ve been drinking 12+ scoops a day—literally thousands of extra calories, just disappearing into my belly. It’s so easy to chug, especially when I mix it with heavy coffee creamer (extra calories, obviously). The weight is piling on so fast I can feel it every time I move. My tummy’s gotten so heavy lately, just constantly resting in my lap, and I swear my thighs are spreading wider by the day. I feel soft and slow and so, so full all the time, and I’m honestly addicted to it.

So yeah, if you’re trying to really grow—like really grow—this stuff is the secret weapon. I’ve been waddling around in a daze lately, totally stuffed, totally content, and watching my body soften and swell from all these shakes is just… unreal.

Is also waaaay less acid reflux/heartburny, if that matters to you.