fatgoofyguy

[fatgoofyguy]

teasing a feedee by groping his moobs, sucking on them, and telling him he has bigger breasts than most women >>>

[fatgoofyguy]

When did this get so big 😅

[fatgoofyguy]

God youre gonna be so fat in college! Waddling around getting teased by the fit jocks! At this point you're already so fat and unfit! But damn dude I must say you could use a bra. These are some serious mantitties.

Thanks, I already feel so big, can't wait to see how large this gut will get 😊

[fatgoofyguy]

Congratulations tumblr on officially being the second platform i’ve seen specifically go after feedism, because apparently when fat people find themselves hot it has to be classified as some kind of disease

[fatgoofyguy]

[fatgoofyguy]

Waddle Waddle hehe

[fatgoofyguy]

I wish getting fat didn’t take soooooooo longgg

[fatgoofyguy]

anyone feels like chatting rn, just hit me up. im bored lmao

[fatgoofyguy]

waddling is such a hot concept to me… like… you got so fat that you can’t even walk properly, let alone run or even walk quickly. no, you’re stuck struggling to even lift your feet with all that heft pulling you down and that pesky belly getting in the way. your thick thighs chafing and tugging at each other as you break a sweat doing something most people wouldn’t think twice about. with all that effort, your breathing’s labored to the point where you’re moreso snorting and wheezing than breathing properly.

…but this is all to be expected.

when you eat like a pig, you end up like one, too.

[fatgoofyguy]

Just realized my BMI is double my age and I feel very ‘normal’ about this LMAO

[fatgoofyguy]

Food Addicted Gainer Pig

You are so fucked now, tubby. You went ahead and made yourself into a food addict.

Do you know how hard it is to quit a food addiction? Less than 5% of morbidly obese people that diet manage to keep the weight off. And they don't have a fetish sabotaging them like you do.

The "normal" fatties get a nice big dopamine hit when they binge on junk food. You get that AND a nice hard dick buried in your fat pad. How can you resist piggy?

Go ahead and try to diet, see what happens. You can't just stop eating, but low calorie foods are disappointing and eating them makes you miserable. If you were just a regular fat guy, maybe you could get away with giving yourself a cheat day. But you're a pig at heart, and as soon as you start eating that delicious fatty food, you won't be able to stop. You won't just enjoy a big meal, you'll stuff yourself till it hurts, and then jerk off your little pig dick to the shame of it. And just like that you'll give up and go back to fattening yourself up. Rinse and repeat however many times you'd like porky, but the result will always be the same.

It really doesn't matter what happens now, you're always going to be a big fat pig. Social pressure starts getting to you? The embarrassment you feel at being so fat will just fuel your fetish and make you want to eat more to cope. Health scare? You'll try to diet, but you know how that ends up (spoiler: you'll be jerking off to your failure with a belly full of ice cream before you know it).

Face it, you're trapped now piggy. Your blubber covered body is a prison you can never escape, because now your mind is a prison, too. You're stuck in there with your inner pig, and he'll keep you thinking, acting, and looking like a pig for the rest of your days. So go ahead piggy, go get a snack and read this again while you rub one out thinking about how screwed you are.

[fatgoofyguy]

Super morbidly obese. That much weight would be impossible to ignore—and your health would feel it. Your heart would be working overtime just to keep you going, struggling to pump blood through so much extra tissue. You’d probably feel it sometimes, that heaviness in your chest, the occasional flutter or strain after a short walk or even just standing for too long. Your blood pressure would be higher, your pulse pounding harder, your body constantly fighting to keep up with the mass you’ve added.

Your lungs would labor under the weight of your expanding chest and belly. Lying down, you’d feel the fat pressing against your diaphragm, making it harder to breathe. You might wake up gasping, feeling like your own bulk is suffocating you in your sleep. Sleep apnea would almost be guaranteed, the fat around your neck narrowing your airway, leaving you snoring loudly or choking for air throughout the night. You’d likely need a CPAP just to breathe properly while you sleep.

Your joints—knees, hips, and ankles—would be screaming from the constant strain. Carrying around hundreds of extra pounds would grind away at the cartilage, leaving you stiff, sore, and slow. You’d feel it in the morning, joints aching, feet swollen from supporting so much weight day after day. Walking would become more of a shuffle, your steps heavier, slower, shorter. Stairs would be agonizing, your thighs burning after just a few steps, your chest heaving for air at the top.

Your digestive system would struggle too. The constant overeating would make you prone to heartburn and indigestion, your stomach overfilled and stretched, pressing against your other organs. You’d likely experience frequent bloating, feeling heavy and sluggish after every meal, your belly so full it weighs you down, making you lethargic and sleepy.

And your skin—it would struggle to keep up with your growing size. Stretch marks would splinter across your thighs, belly, and arms, vivid and deep, a permanent reminder of how fast you’ve grown. Your skin would chafe painfully in the folds, especially around your belly and thighs, where moisture and friction would irritate it. You might develop rashes or sores, the constant rubbing making your skin raw and tender.

Your liver would suffer too. With so much weight, you’d likely develop non-alcoholic fatty liver disease (NAFLD), your liver becoming engorged with fat, slowly becoming less efficient. You might not feel it at first, but over time, it would sap your energy, making you feel tired and sluggish even when you haven’t done anything strenuous.

And then there’s your mobility. Simple movements would become exhausting. Getting out of a car or off a low couch would leave you breathless, having to brace yourself with both arms, rocking forward before standing. Even rolling over in bed would take effort, your own weight holding you down, making you feel almost pinned by yourself.

But the scariest part? The slow decline. The numbness in your legs from poor circulation. The swelling in your ankles from fluid retention. The constant fatigue, no matter how much you rest. The aches in your chest that you ignore until they linger too long. You’d grow accustomed to the discomfort, accepting it as part of life, even as your body slowly breaks down under the weight.

[fatgoofyguy]

Aww, is it getting hard to button those pants? That's the price of being such a greedy pig. Did you think you could just eat and eat with no consequences?

You're still barely managing to button them, but they feel so tight, don't they? I can't wait for the day when your gluttony finally catches up with you. Whenever you least expect it... At the worst place, and the worst time, that button will give way, and your entire belly will spill out for everyone to see. They'll say you look pregnant, call you all sorts of things under their breath, and most of all, they'll finally see you for what you really are: a pig. A pig whose only goal is to eat and eat. A hog that only takes and never gives. A growing blob of useless fat that will only be a burden to normal society. For its greed and gluttony has no limits.

Yet, even as they scold you, you'll let your belly hang free, and keep eating, won't you, my precious little pet?

[fatgoofyguy]

There are LEVELS🔥

[fatgoofyguy]

Put on a few recently - hanging around at 195ish lbs. BMI is 34 which is insane (almost class 2 obese).

It’s hard to get good pictures of my belly! But I’m happy with where I’m at, can’t wait to be bigger :)

[fatgoofyguy]

About me :)

My name’s Denny, pronouns are he/him. Trans bisexual dude.

I’m 17 years old living in Canada. I’m cool with adults so long as the age gap isn’t insane and you’re not weird. If you don’t wanna talk to a minor all good! Just block me :)

I’m a gainer who’s just exploring his body and weight as things go on.

No super hard goals, but I’m about 190lbs rn (staying kinda stagnant due to some health things) and would like to be around 300.

I’m always cool with DMs, but I’m NOT looking for a feeder. I kinda just want friends to chat with and maybe some encouragement.

Yeses:

Teasing/humiliation, loss of fitness, in denial of weight gain, normal-paced weight gain, outgrowing clothes, waddling (big one lmao), health play (BMI, minor health issues)

Hard nos:

Death feedism, extreme health problems (heart attacks, etc), immobility, force feeding, unrealistic sizes

[fatgoofyguy]

You know, you're too big for most women.

They'd look at you with disgust and think, there's no way that person could be a good fuck... Or a good partner. I bet they'd huff and puff and I'd have to do all the work for so little payoff... But for a feeder, or an FFA, you're perfect. Some might even say too small.

You've got that sagging pair of tits that drape around your sides and form a thick back roll. Your gut oozes out far beyond them and creates a heavy apron of fat beyond your belt buckle. Your arms are huge pillows and your thighs are tree trunks. Sure, you do huff and puff from time to time but that just means I've been pampering you and feeding you well.

Yes baby, you did spend all day on the couch binge watching TV but you were also hard at work eating everything I brought you. I was cooking and baking all day and you were so helpful making sure we didn't have a single leftover. You didn't have to lift a finger today except to bring bite after bite to your lips and that's okay, that's what I wanted.

I love looking at you baby. Especially after a day of nonstop gorging. The quantities increasing each time I sit your wide ass down on our creaking couch and just let you feed on whatever I bring to you. You know, that couch didn't always have the perfect imprint of your heavy, fat ass but I think it's a welcome addition.

I love seeing you, a moaning, burping, droopy eyed, sleepy mess, mindlessly rubbing your chubby hands over your growing belly, able to reach less and less each time. I love that look you give me when you want to go to bed - for sleep or for sex, either is fine because you're just that full - and watching you rock back and forth trying to get enough momentum to stand up. Your fat body sways with the motion and I can just picture your lower belly swinging when I finally grow you fat enough for it to spill off the couch. You look at me with pleading eyes begging me to help you get up.

I lovingly grab your hands and help you haul that massive body to a standing position. I brush any remaining crumbs from your shirt and make a show of trying to tug it down over your gut... Even though we both know it had gotten far too short for that about 50-60lbs ago. You stretch and I watch it rise even higher. I grab handfuls of that apron of blubber, shake it and watch your entire torso jiggle, then I guide you to the stairs and relish that slow walk up.

Don't worry baby, it takes everyone a few minutes to climb one flight of stairs. Catch your breath, we've reached the top. I know how hard it is to haul around that massive body. I'll fix your pillows so we can prop you up the way you like. Let me take off those clothes for you, they look so tight. That's it baby, lay down.

See, most women wouldn't have the patience to get this far. Most women wouldn't have what it takes to spoil you and grow you into such a massive porker... but I do. Let me heave that gut, we work so hard to grow, out of the way. Oh look baby, I can see you're excited. You're just as horny for me as I am for you. No don't worry baby, remember? You're not lifting a finger today. Just lie back and let me take care of you.