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One of the best things I think you can do, feedist or not, is learn how to cook. Not just to get a few recipes under your belt but to learn technique, how flavors go together, how to improvise, and what to look for in your ingredients. Cooking/baking for people is one of the ways I express my love for those around me, and there is something really special about showing someone you understand them and that you’re there for them through food.

Sharing food is such an ingrained part of life that it transcends language barriers and even species. Human and animal alike appreciate the gesture of a shared meal. It is my favorite form of artistic expression, it binds people closer together and builds community, and nothing really shows people you care about them quite like cooking them a dish that you clearly put effort into.

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From Skinny-Minnie to an Obese Lard-Filled Babe with a beachball gut 😵‍💫

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Michelin man vibes lmao 🤣 I need a tan beach day soon 🏖️

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My biggest fantasy is gaining weight without even trying and being unable to stop, either because of a feeder or because of my own gluttony and lack of self control.

I want to force myself (or be forced by someone else) to overeat, stuff and gorge myself on far more food than I need, until eventually my body becomes so used to massive portions of fattening foods that I’m unable to stop eating, that a whole tub of ice cream becomes a small and unsatisfying snack that only serves to increase my appetite. I want food to become such an important and vital part of my life that I can’t go for more than an hour without binging and stuffing my face, even if I try. I want to go through the amount of food that would currently last me a whole month, daily. 

I want to look at myself in the mirror every day and see that I’ve visibly put on weight, and know that there is nothing I can possibly do to lose it or even to maintain it, and that I will only get fatter and fatter for the rest of my life until I reach the point of immobility, and that I’m helpless to stop it. Helplessly stuff myself with more and more food every day, speeding the process up and causing myself to need more and more food to feel full. I want to try to diet and be forced to confront the fact that dieting only makes me fatter because I lack the willpower to go for more than a couple days without eating everything in the house in one massive binge.

I’m not particularly athletic now, but I want to feel myself lose what little muscle mass and stamina I have, powerless to stop it from happening. I want to get so winded walking from my couch to the kitchen to get a snack that I have to just sit in the kitchen floor to stuff myself, too tired and weak to stand back up and walk my food to the couch. I want to binge uncontrollably and then pass out surrounded by wrappers and crumbs, without even being able to muster up the energy to drag myself to the bed. I want to get so fat and lazy and out of shape that I can’t walk up the stairs at all, my body would just be too heavy and flabby to lift my weight up them. I want to be so weak that lifting the television remote is a struggle.

I want to get so fat I can’t see my own feet, or even my thighs past my massive hanging belly. Too fat to masturbate, too fat to walk more than ten feet at a time, so fat that my arm flab prevents me from putting my hands together because i just cant reach all the way around my huge gut. So fat that I have to have clothes tailor made for me, because no company makes clothes THAT large. So fat that I have to eat twenty course meals in one sitting to even feel not hungry, and that I have to eat even more in order to feel full. 

I want to be imprisoned by my own gluttony and obesity, unable to do anything about it. 

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CW: humiliation, fatphobia play

Imagine your feeder fattens you up and then builds an obstacle course for you.

Up to this point, they restricted your physical activity to minimum, only for your now 300-350 lbs body to go through a trial of jumping over blocks and going through hoops. The hoops, of course, get stuck on your jiggly belly. You get out of breath after a minute. Everything jiggles as you try to jump. When you try to make a squat, you instead plomp ass-first to the ground, and it takes you a good five minutes to pull yourself up. You can't run, and even waddling is a struggle by the end. The last part of the course, you have to complete on all fours, and your belly is almost brushing the ground.

You hate to admit it, but the only thing that keeps you going is your feeder's promise of a feast when you complete the course.

You finish a sweaty, huffing mess. What would take a fit person ten minutes to complete at most, took you an hour. Your feeder hands you a large bottle of soda and you down it gratefully.

"I have a reward for you, fatty," they croon into your ear. "I've upped your daily calorie intake. Let's see how you do on the course after I grow you to 400 pounds."

Your double chin quivers as you nod nervously.

You can't wait.

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I do not regret choosing to get fat.

I’ve loved that i made this choice and gaining weight has been incredible and everything i was worried about when i was skinny about making this choice did not matter

i want everyone who is tempted to gain to just try it out (you can always lose it but allow yourself to love it and it will be so much fun)

Reblog this lol if you also don’t regret getting fat and let everyone see that this doesn’t have to be a regretful shameful secretive choice you can be fat and thrive!

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Fattening someone up with the goal of making them so perfectly fuckable >>>>

Forcing rich, decadent treats and greasy, fatty meals between their desperate lips, both of you knowing that it only ends with those calories sticking to their already chubby frame, swelling them so helplessly with luscious lard

Watching them grow more docile and gluttonous as time goes on, finally giving up any resistance they once had to your incessant, constant feeding and depraved attempts to funnel them full of the most fattening concoctions you could conjure. Their eyes, once panicked at the sheer flow of calories pumping into them, now so relaxed and blissed as they gulp down mouthful after mouthful of the sweet shakes you seem to never stop pouring down the funnel they so eagerly wrap their fattened lips around.

Giving up any attempt at tying them up or restraining them, because you know they’re going to chug, chew, gulp, and swallow their way into temporary bondage anyways. Pinned to the couch by their swollen mound of a gut, panting and whimpering like they’ve just finished a workout, as if you’d ever let them expel that much energy on anything that isn’t inflating into your doughy toy.

Watching them make a total pig of themselves while your gaze pierces through them, dragging your fingers so gently along the swell of their stretchmark ridden underbelly. Knowing that your sweet pet making a pig of themselves today will make a wide, billowing cow of them tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. So desperate and needy for your touch. So enamored with everything you’re doing to them, with how you’re blowing them up with creamy fat, all for your pleasure. Making them so irresistible, so docile, so helpless, that you can’t help but press your body into theirs and sink into their expanding form. Having your way with them each and every time you lay eyes on your glutted plaything. Making them so perfectly fat, so perfectly fuckable.

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shes just like me fr

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how nostalgic!

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Someone asked what I funnel with, usually melted ice cream, sometimes I add cream or sweet condensed milk. This was a yummy butter pecan but it was too thick I should have watered it down with some heavy cream

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how i would turn you, my boyfriend, into an overfed fat gooner <3

cw: manipulation, darker feeder thoughts, corruption 💞

first, i would always say yes to sex and getting you off until you fall asleep. cook your favorite meals and spoonfeed you, letting you know how much i enjoy your body and how attractive your appetite is~

i would wear revealing clothes in public and press myself against you until you can barely handle it. i would put junk food into your hands and tell you to focus on eating to distract you from your boner, but teasing you more the fuller you get<3

until we get back to the car, and you are so desperate for release you beg me to get you off, even though i can barely pull down your pants because of how full you are ~

you will get used to knowing that you can get food and pleasure whenever you want, associating the two. you start piling on weight from all the eating and barely moving, and your stamina significantly worsens. you go from always being on top to having a beer belly that makes it so you cant even fuck me properly and instead i end up riding you whenever you run out of breath. this scares you, and you tell yourself that you will get a grip and start a diet

and that is fine! i am your supportive girlfriend after all, but this means i will no longer cook and bake all of your favorite foods to support your efforts, and stop riding you every time we have sex so you can work on increasing your stamina again. you will also no longer get as much attention from me, given that you are not eating as much<3

and i can only imagine how sexually frustrated you will get, going from getting off multiple times to barely once every couple days, not having your body worshipped every time you do anything and to top it all off, you are stuck eating healthy food that is not giving you the same dopamine rush junk food did.

you start resorting to porn to get off, watching video after video, chasing that high. you cum multiple times to them. every time shame hits you, you get hornier<3. somehow, you still feel something is missing until you come across edging. it started out as something you did a couple times to make your orgasms feel better, but it quickly turned into something you needed to feel good at all~

you still missed the junk food more than you would like to admit, and although you lost some weight, you were extremely demotivated. you tell me you wanted to ease on the diet, and i was more than happy to tell you its a good idea. i would now give you everything you wanted whenever you pigged out, both food and pleasure wise. anyone who could think straight would notice the connection, but you were too busy feeling blissful to notice<3

on the days i wasn’t all over you, you started having a routine, at first you would only edge and watch porn after work, but as time went on it became something you did before going to work too, sometimes even being late. as the months go on, you became bolder, and would even watch porn and edge yourself in the work bathroom - the taboo turning you on even more. you became bolder and more demanding, asking me for nudes to get off to during your shift<3 many evenings you would say fuck it and order take out repeatedly at work, eating until you were almost bursting, getting off in the bathroom and doing your best to stay awake and out of a food comma

sometimes, after your shift you even go to the drive through, stuffing yourself with fast food before coming home and eating second dinner with me, getting yourself off if i wasn’t up for it<3

at some point, you started chasing that high pretty much every day. you started slacking off at work to the point where they had to fire you, which filled you with anxiety. you were already getting fat and lazy, even though you kept telling me that you are working on it. being unemployed on top of it? you were sure i would leave you. and what did you turn to? porn. junk food. escapism. you would wait until i left for work and tell yourself you would look for a job, and instead end up brainlessly consuming porn and ordering takeout. you got fatter, lazier, more addicted. you told me you were dropping the diet because you wanted to focus on the job search, but we both knew you would not go back to dieting<3

knowing that i could get you to eat whatever i want, id make sure the pounds keeping piling on. maybe even sabotage your job hunt so you stay home even more. ordering take out to the house while you are home so you keep eating <33

you really start letting yourself go, mindlessly grazing throughout the day, edging while eating, watching porn while playing video games. wearing boxers a size too small because you can’t even be bothered to buy new ones. fry your brain with so much dopamine that doing anything but these three things feels wrong. let me enable you every step of the way, making you believe this is how it’s meant to be. i’ll break down what little willpower you have left more each day~

let me tease you and laugh at how out of shape you are, telling you that your fat pad is swallowing your dick so much you can barely fuck me. let me ride you while you are shoving food down because you don’t feel good enough to cum unless you have something in your mouth.

turn into the worst version of yourself and let me enjoy every second of it <3

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I know it’s AI but it’s so cool it brought my picture to life

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“One more won’t hurt.”

Of course it will.

You’re already at your limit. Your gut is distended, your back is sore, you’re out of breath, and you can barely sit up. You’re already in pain because of your gluttony.

So obviously, having that extra boost, another slice of pizza, or something sweet to top off your gargantuan feast is gonna hurt.

But that’s what you want, right?

You don’t care how much it hurts. You just need to be a fat ass; you always feel the need to be completely packed and you do it at any cost.

No matter how many times you’re on the brink of purging, or how much your stomach stretches. However many clothes you destroy and outgrow, or stretch marks permanently alter your skin; it doesn’t matter.

Cause when you see the scale move up…

You can’t walk as far as you used to…

Strangers stare at you in public…

A meal for 2 isn’t enough anymore…

Your family and friends start dropping hints about how out of control your weight is (not knowing you’ve don’t this to yourself on purpose)…

you’ll know it was worth it.

So have another one. Have as many as you want need until it hurts.