I just want to let it be known that part of what makes fat sexy and alluring to me is watching someone take up space.
There is a pride in taking up space physically that is fascinating to me. I mean, there’s a reason historically that royals from lots of cultures were fat. Decadence and confidence go hand in hand and I really love that.
I want to see you take up space. I want to explore your new parts. You’re always a little different and feeders get the enjoyment of exploration. And I want all of my Feedees and growing fatties to know that I love knowing that there is more of you in the world.
Pov: You come home to your morbidly obese, highly dependant girlfriend who hasn't moved an inch since you went out to get more junk food to stuff into her ever-growing body. It had only been less than an hour but her fat belly was already growling at you to feed it~
Look at yourself. Fattened up like cattle. Have you thought about what you’re doing to yourself? What would your medieval ancestors think if they could see you? They were unhealthy because they couldn’t get enough food. You’re unhealthy because you’ve gotten too much. And yet you just keep eating more. Imagine their horror at seeing you cram more calories into your mouth in a minute than they were able to eat in a day. You’re just a lard bucket now, content with stuffing yourself closer and closer to obesity. You started healthy enough. Sure, you weren’t athletic. And maybe you didn’t eat that well. But you were healthy enough, and your metabolism took care of the extras. Then, by some mistake in your brain chemistry, you started wanting more. A few more servings of junk food every day was all it really took. Your body started to get softer. It was hard to notice at first, but your diet and your body were changing. Soft pads of flab started growing. You started replacing the healthy foods in your diet and adding snacks to it. Apples turned into apple pie. Carrots turned into carrot cake. Pineapple turned into pizza. Junk food turned into your lifestyle. And yet you kept going. You weren’t revolted by the grease dripping from everything you ate, weren’t appalled by the softening flesh on your waist. It’s just science from there. Without nutritious food, you lost most of your energy. Every day was a new height of laziness and gluttony. Maybe you didn’t know, but muscles begin to degenerate when they aren’t used. As you grew lazier and lazier, your muscles shrunk down into a tiny portion of your overall weight. Did you realize that it wasn’t getting harder to walk just because you were heavier? Of course you were heavier, but you’d been very literally replacing your muscles with fat. Even the fattest people need muscle to move themselves around. But you’re getting so fat and lazy that you might just replace every last healthy cell in your body with a clump of fat. Flabby and without any strength, the easiest thing for you to do was eat. And boy, did you eat. Every time you stuffed your belly full of fattening food, it stretched a little and left more room for your next stuffing - usually only a few hours later. Flabby was quickly turning into fat. Maybe you knew then what you were doing to your body. You’re treating it the way a farmer treats pigs - overfeeding it and forcing it to get fatter without any regard for health. But you’re a person, not a pig. You’ve got a lot of life ahead of you - or at least you did a year ago. Since then, you’ve packed on a whole lot of pure fat. You’d have to be pretty stupid to think that you can ever get rid of that much flab. Nope. You’ve started habits that you can’t stop now. Try only eating three meals in a day. No snacks, no dessert. I guarantee your fatty body will be screaming for more calories by lunch. And you’ve got such a total lack of self control that you’ll give in immediately. Try doing a push up or a crunch. I’m betting you’ll get a maximum of two pushups and three crunches. That should be enough to tell you that you’ll never exercise again. Not with the fat-clogged muscles that you’re using now. How fast do you get out of breath? A minute of walking? Thirty seconds? Your heart was meant to run an average body. Not a jiggling, flabby mess. Your fat is releasing cholesterol into your bloodstream, and it’s slowly taking a toll on your heart. It has to work much harder now to move the same amount of blood as it did when you were healthy. Fat filled blood is a problem, too. Buildups of grease on the inner walls of your blood vessels can restrict them and make it even harder to move your fatty body around. And that’s just the beginning of the damage you’re doing to your body. Look at your diet. Pizza, Bagels, Bread, Cheese, Ice Cream… When was the last time you ate a vegetable, fatass? All of those carbs are skyrocketing your insulin levels. When you exercise, that’s fine. The carbs are used for energy. But you don’t exercise. Your body has nothing to do with all that extra sugar, so insulin uses it to store more fat. And if you keep eating the way you are, your insulin levels are gonna get out of control. How would you like diabetes? What would you say to the doctor? “Sorry doc, you have to prescribe me diabetes medicine now because I couldn’t control myself around ice cream”. Good luck, fatass. Good luck filling yourself up with more and more greasy sugary foods while your muscles shrink and your heart struggles and your blood sugar spikes out of control. You’re poisoning yourself with junk food, and the only person who can stop you is yourself. And you won’t. You won’t because you like the idea a being trapped in a cycle of overeating and gaining. You like the idea of seeing your belly rounder, your thighs softer, your ass bigger, and your love handles plumper. You like the idea of going to the doctor and seeing their horrified glances at your bulging gut. They might ask you what you’ve done to yourself, how you could let fat take over your body. You’ll just have to smile, hiccup, and say that you didn’t know you were gaining. Imagine how they’ll cringe when they see your once healthy body jiggle and shake as you slowly waddle your way to the scale. You’ve coated every inch of your body in a soft blubber, adding rolls to your waist and folds on your back. And you keep feeding the fat. No matter what anyone says, no matter what horrible things you’re doing to your body, you’re going to keep feeding your appetite for fatty, greasy, sweet foods. And you’re going to keep spending your day moving as little as possible. You won’t be chubby for much longer. Obesity is coming with only a few more pounds. Keep shoveling fattening goodies into your mouth, and you’ll be there in no time. Every bite of food is another few calories that will turn into fat. What a huge, gluttonous whale you’re going to be. Keep stuffing your face. Once you’re this much of a lard balloon, there’s nothing to do but get even fatter.
I've had chats with people who have given me similar questions. Basically, they have reached a point where they are around 250-300lbs, but they have seen a decline or outright stopped gaining weight. So I would like to answer this question.
Now, some people don't know this, but once you've reached a certain point in your journey... you will get so big that your body will burn weight just by the simple act of everyday movement. Now that happens depending on your height and genetics; if you are 5'5 and 200+lbs you have basically reached your maximum, and your body can't store any more fat. But you can go further with some adjustments. First you must take a step back and look at your intake, what are you eating? What is in thar food? How many calories is in there? Secondly, think about your movement how much are you moving, how can you move less, after all.... you are probably shooting to be bed bound at thar point. I would recommend finding someone who can help take care of you as you gain.
- Have trouble looking down because of your double chin
- Have an ass so fat you need at the very least two chairs to support you when stuffing yourself
- Have a belly so big it makes it impossible to see the scale no matter what you try to do
- Speaking of which, make your bariatric scale say "error" to celebrate all the new lard engulfing your body
- Have a mobility scooter or a bariatric wheelchair to save the calories you would have lost while waddling around
- Condition yourself to oink when you need more food or fucks
- Suck down on at least 2 sticks of butter per day, it can only do wonders for you
Those are only a small number of goals to set yourself as a growing piggy, don't be shy to add more in the comments, every feedee needs inspiration to push themselves to their limit 😉
Let's normalize 600lbs and show everyone how it's done you magnificent piggies 😘
A minor injury took her out of cheerleading, having to rest and stop training every day to get fully healed again. Her active and healthy lifestyle was slipping away when she allowed herself to eat as much as she wanted, not knowing she desired this much food each session. The weeks flew by as she gained rapidly, making up excuses to not train yet as she wasn’t done yet, not with the healing but with the gaining. Looking across the couch as the doorbell rang, “Can you open up? My poooor ankle hurts~” As she jiggles her massive body, not even knowing which ankle it was as she just loved being a big, growing, gaining couch potato.
(Edit: Joynado, by Sean93240)
You're utterly addicted, my pig. Every inch of you craves the onslaught of calories I feed you. I've conditioned you to need the weight, the blubber, the feeling of being stuffed and stretched.
Your body is so used to the constant onslaught of fat and sugar, that it panics when it doesn't get it. Can you feel it? That gnawing, desperate need in the pit of your stomach? That's your body, your fat cells, crying out for more.
And it's not just food you're addicted to. You're addicted to the feeling of being full, of your belly stretching, of feeling your body expand and balloon out. I've seen how you moan and writhe when you're being stuffed, how your eyes glaze over. You've been conditioned to equate fullness with pleasure.
I've molded and shaped you, conditioned you to be the fattest, most addicted pig possible. And the best thing? You love every fucking second of it.
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