fattyflablover

[fattyflablover]

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

[fattyflablover]

missfeedthepiggy

[fattyflablover]

Pretty Pig

Really love the idea of pretty, cute, fashionable feedees who take such good care of their appearance and then gorge themselves like gluttonous slobs.

Their body is a temple, meticulously adorned just as they like it. They always wear clothes with impeccable style and they take such pride in it. But then they eat and eat until their belly is bulging like a beach ball and they regret wearing such well fitting clothes. They have such nice tattoos and piercings, but they end up getting stretched and buried under piles of fat folds. Not to worry though cutie, they still look so good on you! When I can even see them that is~

Eventually, taking care of their appearance becomes such a struggle. Arms too heavy to try applying makeup, and a belly WAY too fat to reach down and paint their toenails. But of course I’ll help my gorgeous fatty if that’s what they want! I’ll help them get all dolled up just how they like it, and I’ll buy new clothes for them to outgrow.

Because I love it when my fatty gets all cute and pretty just to make a fat, overfed, belching mess of themself. Grabbing at their turgid gut and moaning as they let out a stream of burps. Sweating and panting with the effort of stuffing themself so thoroughly. I’ll pat that groaning gut through the soft fabric of their favorite shirt and sigh,

“Pretty piggy~”

[fattyflablover]

Social Constructs

(CW: Dark Feedism, lack of consent)

"Dessert after dinner is just a social construct. You can have dessert whenever you want!"

That out of the box thinking was exactly why I fell in love with you. Your rejection of social norms as you marched to the beat of your own drum. I didn't know at the time that you meant desserts after every meal instead.

It was fun at first. A glazed donut after a hearty breakfast, the sticky sugary coating sticking to my fingers as I devoured it. Noticing my belly hanging slightly lower in the mirror.

A few chocolate chip cookies after lunch, soft, buttery and stuffed with as many chocolate chips as you could realistically put into a cookie. Feeling new rolls forming on my belly and thighs.

Something a little bigger like a generous slice of cake for finishing the dinner you made for me, the sweetness of the thick buttercream frosting dancing on my tongue. New stretch marks across my body as it continues exploding outward in every direction.

But over time those portion sizes increased. Big breakfasts followed by half a dozen donuts instead of the one, a whole plate of cookies after lunch, a quarter of the cake on my plate after dinner. I diligently ate it all for you, even as things I took for granted began to slip away.

Running had long been a distant memory, but even walking around the house was getting harder. I waddled slowly from room to room, my belly hitting my thighs with each movement, and increasingly began needing to rest on the way.

Dressing myself was becoming an impossibility too. Luckily I had you to help with that, although you always took your time, fondling and squishing my belly and each roll as you slid each piece of clothing over my body.

"Maybe I should cut back a little, I think I'm getting too big" I tell you one morning after you bring me a box with a full dozen donuts, a new height even for me.

But you just smiled mischievously.

"There's no such thing as too big, the idea that there's one right size is only a social construct. We can live however we want!"

As if to prove your point, you come back only a couple hours later with another full meal. Naturally, that meal was followed by another dessert.

"Only having three meals a day is a social construct. You can have as many meals as it takes to fill you up!"

You didn't force me to eat it, you're far too good a person for that. But you know that I'm nearly bottomless nowadays, conditioned by your portion sizes and primed to feel hunger by the massive amount of sugar I ate each day, so it all ended up in my belly anyways. From then on, extra meals at odd hours became a daily part of my schedule. Pretty much all my time was spent either eating, or laying in bed trying to digest my massive meals before the next.

Immobility came soon after. One morning I tried again and again to sit up in bed, and fell back down every time.

Finally, I turn to you, red faced and panting, and asked for help. I was humiliated, I never thought our fun experiment in feedism would go so far that I'd lose my independence like this. But when I told you that and asked you again to cut back for breakfast, you just said

"It's okay, you don't need to change for me. Independence is just a social construct after all, we all depend on others sometimes!"

[fattyflablover]

The best sequence you'll ever see. What every feedee should aspire to. Source: https://x.com/viivoovaa

[fattyflablover]

Just stuffed my huge gut with a massive cake shake and I feel so fat and full!

I really am taking to the fat pig life 🐷🤭

[fattyflablover]

jlove

[fattyflablover]

[fattyflablover]

Your obscured neck can be our little secret. Maybe I can see it when you can’t keep your head up, so beached and stuffed full of food and booze that your few remaining muscles are just decorative.

You’re right…I don’t thinks it’s noticeable! It’s not getting flabbier and taking up more and more of my neck…

[fattyflablover]

Just a year of me being a fatass stuffing my face….(and a reminder to me I need to buy new bras 😅 I only have 2 left that fit..)

[fattyflablover]

McDonald’s is ruining me…..every time I go on tumblr I suddenly need to EAT

[fattyflablover]

You're far too fat to stop, piggy. Your body would reject any diets, any "health" foods. Instead, stick with what's good for you, your grease soaked burgers and fries, saccharine pastries, fattening drinks. And of course... Plenty of butter~

Diets make me soo hungry as soon as my stomach rumbles I have to give in. And working out is so hard, it makes my legs hurt and I turn into a sweaty mess…. I’d rather stick with moving as little as possible and eating until I’m breathing heavily and feel grease clogged…🐽

[fattyflablover]

When you think of how enormous and blubber-bound you wish to become, what words come to mind? - what kind of lifestyle do you envision?

Hmmm perfect fantasy life? Getting too fat to come into the office and working from home full time until I'm fired - too many typos from swollen and fat fingers trying to type. Drunk during work hours. On zoom calls eating or with a feeder pouring a funnel down my throat. 🐷 Enjoying the rest of my mobility shocking everyone with my size- my feeder taking me to buffets, waddling around on vacations- cruise ships, air planes, theme park rides to remind me how embarrassingly fat I am that I can't fit on anything.... And then when I'm too fat to get out of bed- setting up cameras and letting everyone watch the 24/7 live stream of the pig who can't do anything but be a fat slob, eating and being fed bigger and fatter....viewers want to pay and request? My feeder will feed me whatever they want - no matter how full or groaning I am or how unhealthy it is.

[fattyflablover]

This is all your fault for making me always hungry 😩 my poor belly is so big 🐽

[fattyflablover]

Fuck I look bloated 🐽

[fattyflablover]

im getting a little concerned with how out of control my sweet tooth is getting🐽

[fattyflablover]

We should hook you up to a funnel full of lard and butter and weight gain shake and see how fat we can actually make you

Please 🥵🐽 give me a reason to blame my ever rising weight on someone other than my gluttony…it’s not my fault I’m waddling around and bursting buttons- it’s my nightly shakes!