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[jiggling-piggy]

i love watching people slip further and further into desire.

I love watching them Give in.

It only gets better when an already hungry little thing needs only a little bit of encouragement and reassurance that the results would be so very welcome to dive into.

You're reading this, likely, because you can't stop indulging your curiosity. Your desire to be involved in somebody's inevitable, indulgent, and rewarding obesity...maybe even your own. 🐽

Watching bashful nights out, asking for the box, turn into eye pulling, plate clearing, dine out feasts, ordering a second entree to go. "The fridge is broken." "We're working on the kitchen" The silent doubts of the servers and dinner party as they can easily tell that not a bite will survive to sunrise, when you eat like that in company. 🌭🥡🍕🍜🍔

Watching your flat stomach, toned arms, beefy, muscular, or modestly soft, curvy, chubby, fat shapely body, whatever it once was...a product of simply living your life....transformed into a statement, maybe even a warning. Not a body of form and intention but one of consequence. One that is a result of your most hedonistic choices. One that is stacked and layered with hundreds of pounds of your own pleasures. One that is fatter than you'd ever believed you'd allow.

To spill out of your wardrobe, to eat up and challenge waistbands and seams. To change the shadows and contours of dresses and jackets and shirts and pants all because of the new angles revealed by your softness. To have to invest time and effort into building a wardrobe that can actually cover all the softness that you hold dearly to your frame.

To see trim or modestly chubby arms be eaten into pillows, inconvenient for any action other than comforting or self feeding, those that contest with an apron of a gut that spills out as rolls and handles in hips and the back.... As not even the hanging softness that gravity claims can displace all the excessive, impatient indulgence in the form of fat.

A pad consumed by your corpulence, making it near impossible to find the parts that once were used to pleasure you. Not that you could ever reach over that gut again. Only toys and special assistance could ever put contact on whatever you've buried under it all. So helplessly deep in that only the pleasure you get from gluttony can serve as aphrodesia to you now.

Don't you want that?

You're still reading.

You do. 🐽🍰🍩🍨

Admit it. Only eating past that little voice that urges a pause, a caution, a stop, will get you there. Give in.

Did you hesitate to add to your order? You'll thank yourself when it pays you back as new stretch marks, heavier breath, or more defined gut. Give in.

Did you stop yourself from finishing your plate? You're almost there. If you're not stuck in the chair before you start eating, you have room to grow. Give in.

Did you go to bed without being stuffed to aches? You're not eating enough in a day if it's not a challenge to carry your meal to bed. Add some snacks, or a whole other meal. Give in.

Did you eat and gorge yourself until you couldn't find a doorway your hips didn't meet? Wouldn't that be a milestone? Keep eating. Give in.

Growing is your priority. Trade away your mobility and self control to become an embodiment of your pleasure. It feels good to be your fattest self. Give in.

Read every bit of literature that encourages you to eat yourself fatter, and program your thoughts to revolve around that goal. Give in.

The addictive joy of being your fattest, laziest, greediest, most indulgent self, will melt away the pressure of the challenges of being fat. Give in.

Most of all, what I want is to see you grow.

Share this if you want to see others get fatter, share it if you want a reminder of why you do this to show up on your feed more often.

If, even after all this, you still struggle to give yourself that push...I'm here.

I'll make sure you slip into desire just a little further than you thought.

I promise. 🫦

[jiggling-piggy]

Rewired

I'm already too far gone. Completely rewired.

I took a break from tumblr/feedism, falling into the same trap as many others when the new year rolled round.

"Maybe I should exercise a little bit more?"

"Maybe I should slow down on all the stuffing. Focus on eating more normal portions for a while..."

I figured it would be easy. Mindless even. Over the past year I've casually stuffed on and off, but for the most part my metabolism has taken care of it, and I haven't noticed any real changes.

That is, until I tried to fight it.

I didn't realise just how easily my brain had been rewired, and how permanent these changes would be...

I went back to more normal portion sizes and a measly 3 meals per day, but it didn't last long. I began to notice how hungry I really was. Each meal felt like nothing more than a snack, and within the hour my stomach was begging for more, practically starving. I fought it for a little while, until my piggy brain kicked in again.

I fantasized about nothing but food, imagining the thousands upon thousands of calories I could be gulping down; letting them all melt away into luscious mounds of heavy fat across my figure. I couldn't think straight. My mouth watered and my stomach growled, begging to be filled again.

I tried to hold out a little longer, but after a few days I was completely consumed by the familiar desire to fatten myself beyond the point of no return. I started having dreams about it. Every night. My body ever expanding as I stuffed my face with endless mountains of all my favourite foods. My breath became laboured as my stomach grew tighter and tighter. Heavier and heavier. More and more aroused... I was pinned to the bed by my very own gluttony, legs forced apart by a gut that now rested firmly on the mattress between my knees. Soft, cellulite ridden rolls spilled over the edges of the bed, and I could barely lift my now pillowy arms to take another bite. I was overjoyed at what I'd managed to do to myself.

I woke up feeling ravenous. I knew exactly what I needed to do. I followed my instincts and ate as much as I could plus more, stuffing my face in messy handfuls. It felt so right! Constantly chewing, barely moving. The only thing on my mind was what to eat next.

By the time I was done, I could hardly breathe. My stomach was so tightly packed and stretching. I've kept it that way ever since. Every day from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep, giving in to every craving without so much as a second thought.

But this time round, my metabolism is having a hard time keeping up... I'm already beginning to soften, and I have no intentions of fighting it. My purpose in life is to fatten myself beyond recognition, and my brain is already rewired to do so. Now my body just has to follow suit. 🐷

[jiggling-piggy]

Giving in to Gluttony 🐷

I won't lie, when I first got into this kink, the side effects of getting bigger used to scare me a little. From feeling kinda sick after a big stuffing, to the more serious health conditions that could arise down the track. It definitely made it hard to commit to this new fattening lifestyle.

But now the tables have turned completely....

I don't know when or how it happened, but now all of a sudden the idea of fattening myself to the point of completely destroying my health gets me so unbelievably turned on.

The thought of clogging my arteries with pure lard has me adding extra butter to every greasy meal I cook. The thought of giving myself diabetes makes me chug my soda even faster. And when my stomach starts to hurt from being so full, I stuff myself that little bit more to make sure it's truly at its limit.

I'm so desperate to fatten up that I've lost all control, and I've completely given in to the gluttony. All I want is to ruin my body with so much fat that I become an enornous, immobile blob; so helplessly addicted to food that I have no choice but to continue gorging myself. I welcome whatever side effects come my way. They're a sign I'm doing the right thing 🐷

[jiggling-piggy]

Honestly, if I had a feeder or an encourager living with me I'd be ruined. One thing that stops me eating more during a day is just pure laziness. Having to waddle my fat ass down to the kitchen or door to pickup food that I'm craving and then back upstairs. I'd be able to consume so much more with little effort.

[jiggling-piggy]

Hiya! I just wanted to ask if you have a goal weight in mind, because depending on how fst your planning on getting, even simple things like moving around would prove to be such a strenuous task for you and your flabby frame ❤️

Hii!❤

I honestly don't have an exact number in mind. All I know is that I want to completely let myself go, and get as fat as I possibly can!

I'm going to get so hopelessly addicted to food that there will be no way to stop myself from packing on more and more pounds.

I can't wait for all those simple things to leave me completely exhausted and out of breath! 🐷

[jiggling-piggy]

What I Want in a Feeder

-To make my belly hang over my knees, and then eventually drag along the floor so it’s out of my reach, covered in stretchmarks and infinite rolls

-To condition me to cum from being stuffed so I always need to be filled to cum

-To make me too fat to masturbate so I’m reliant on them or just trying to hump my own flesh to feel something 

-To make use of all the new rolls and folds of fat they’ve added to me, fucking them instead of my pussy and making sure I’m trained to get pleasure from that

-To not let me stop gaining until I’m as big as they want me, even if I resist, because they want me to look like a circus fat lady 

-To make me so huge I’m forced to waddle around when I can still move, every part of me jiggling just for their enjoyment and amusement, out of breath and sweaty just from walking across the room

-To only be allowed to wear clothes that are slightly too small and be forbidden from doing anything that tries to hide my fat from view, if my belly doesn’t stay in my shirt I’ll have to just let it show, every humiliating inch of cellulite-ridden flab visible

-To be made to display my gluttony for all to see in public whenever my feeder wants, eating enough for 5 people and putting my body on display in crop tops and tight shorts

-To be tied down and force fed with a funnel if I’m not cooperative, because I’m going to keep getting fatter whether I want to or not. 

-To be forced to eat until I can barely move and have to use a scooter to get around, especially in public so everyone can see the consequences of what I’ve done to myself

-To make fun of me and humiliate me as much as possible so I can never forget what I’ve become, a waddling wheezing blob of lard whose only purpose is to get fatter and fatter

[jiggling-piggy]

Oh no it would be so terrible if a feeder came into my life and I never had to work again. I would just eat and eat and get fatter and fatter. It would be so terrible to become a heaving wheezing who’s only purpose was to get fatter and get fucked. So terrible that my life would just be eating growing and fucking. Oh noooo

[jiggling-piggy]

It makes me so happy knowing that this is the smallest I'll ever be 🐷

It's so easy to let go and give in to all my cravings, knowing that they're the reason I'll soon destroy the seams on the shirt I'm wearing, and burst the buttons on my already too tight jeans.

It won't be long before I'm spilling over the sides of any chair I dare sit in, begging it not to break while I stuff my face some more.

There'll be parts of me I'll never see again once my bulging belly finally obscures my view. And parts of me I'll never touch again when it gets too big to reach round 😳

Even the simplest tasks that once came easily will get harder and harder as my heavy, lard filled body demands more and more food to weigh it down.

I'll be left huffing and puffing from the slightest movement, knowing damn well it will only get harder as I continue to grow.

Simple things like showering or getting dressed will become mammoth tasks that leave me so exhausted, I'll have to go straight back to bed. That is, if I can still get out of bed in the first place 👀

[jiggling-piggy]

Enjoy you're day off piggy 🐷 😄...Eat and eat and eat till you're too full to move...like a lil beached whale 😉 😆

I had such an amazing time just mindlessly stuffing myself for the entire day! I didn't even consider moving at that point 🐷

[jiggling-piggy]

Are you open to getting to know someone and relocating to make your dreams come true?

It's a possibility, but it definitely depends on how well we get along ;)

My DMs are always open if you want to find out!

[jiggling-piggy]

What will everyone think as I pile on all this weight? At first they may not say a word. A few extra pounds easily goes unnoticed under a nice, baggy shirt. But once that baggy shirt becomes tight, and the fat starts to peek out from underneath, I'll surely start catching stares here and there. They may still be too polite to mention it; that is, until the seams start to tear themselves apart. It'll be so obvious that I've lost control of myself, and they'll have no choice but to try and intervene.

Little do they know, the more they urge me to diet and exercise, the more I'll strive to do the exact opposite. Judgemental stares, worried talks and pure mockery will only encourage me to eat more and more, becoming as fat as humanly possible. They think I'm too fat now? I'll be completely unrecognisable by the time I'm done. So massively obese that even waddling becomes an exhausting chore. I'll turn those baggy shirts into crop tops in no time, constantly spilling out of even the largest clothes money can buy. Rolls of pure lard will consume every inch of me; covered in stretch marks and always on show for the whole world to see.

I'll turn myself into such a spectacle. Even the most polite people will catch themselves staring as I struggle to manoeuvre my wide and heavy frame through narrow doorways and into tiny restaurant booths. I may even break a chair or two here and there, causing people to wonder how my bones could possibly still manage to keep me upright! Then they'll watch on in horror as I continue to stuff my face, huffing and puffing, with no signs of ever slowing down...

I'll turn myself into such a disgusting, lazy slob, that even the harshest of critics will realise there's no turning back for me. My mind is too far gone and now my body is too. Constantly craving more, despite already being completely engulfed in thick layers of heavy fat.

Ignoring those cravings isn't an option anymore, and exercise is completely impossible. All I can do is continue to eat, and enjoy the looks on their faces when I do :)

[jiggling-piggy]

Open to feeder meetups?

I'd have to really get to know the person I'm meeting up with first 😂

[jiggling-piggy]

When Fantasy Becomes Reality

When I finally become fat enough that my mobility starts to slip away, I want to do a little experiment. We might even call it a practice run? Practicing complete immobility!

It will be a solid few weeks or even a month where my feeder does absolutely everything for me. Even if I can still waddle around doing certain things for myself, I simply won't be allowed to. All I'll do during this time is lay in my bed, pretending I can't move a single muscle. My feeder will practice feeding me, bathing me, and moving me if need be. It's best to be prepared for when this all happens for real, right!

There will be an unexpected side affect however... Once our little experiment finally comes to an end, I'll be excited to heave myself off the bed and return to our normal routine! That is, until I try to move... All those weeks spent laying there, stuffing myself to the brim have really taken a toll. I may have only gained a few extra pounds here and there, but those few extra pounds on top of an already enormous frame is all it takes to turn our fun little practice run into my new reality. My muscles will be so useless by then; no amount of grunting and squirming will be enough to shift my lard filled body. Not even an inch!

I will be completely stuck with absolutely no choice but to continue with this new routine, all because I thought it would be fun to do a practice run...

[jiggling-piggy]

I want you to get so fucking fat that you outgrow all your clothes

I want that so bad!! I can't wait to burst the seams on everything I own, over and over again until they just don't make clothes big enough for me anymore 😏

[jiggling-piggy]

Inescapably Obese

I want to end up so fat that it becomes inescapable. What I mean by that is pretty simple. A few extra pounds here and there can easily go unnoticed; completely hidden under a shirt that's baggy enough. But 400, 500... 600 pounds? It'll be the first thing I see when I wake up each morning. That huge mountain of fat will take centre stage, obscuring my view of the rest of the room. With that much heavy lard weighing me down, it'll be a miracle if I can still get out of bed. If I do it'll be a real struggle.

In fact, everything will be a struggle when I'm that huge. My massively obese body will remind me of that every chance it gets. Walking will quickly become waddling. The biggest clothes I can find will never be big enough. Stairs will leave me desperately gasping for air; heart pounding. And all those doorways I used to breeze through without a second thought will become impossibly tight squeezes that leave me completely exhausted.

My fat will rule my life. My every waking moment. It will decide what I can and can't do, and there's nothing I can do to change that. It's impossible to ignore it when it engulfs every inch of you, and even more impossible to stop it from growing more.

It's inescapable, and it's exactly how I want to end up.

[jiggling-piggy]

as someone who can't masturbate anymore because of how fat he is: you described it perfectly... it's a cycle of eating, getting wet, trying to get off but not being able to, getting wetter at the realisation, getting hungrier and eating to try to forget.

usually i can eat myself into a food coma but god, the more helpless i am, the hornier i get.

That sounds like absolute torture!! I can't wait for it to happen to me too 👀

[jiggling-piggy]

I wish I could feed you until you’re unable to walk under the weight of your fat gut

Yes!!! I'd love for that to be arranged 😏💕