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Don’t mind me ignoring all my asks and messages 😬 I will answer them one day….im just posting some new pics before the weekend!!!
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Where did you get that Feed Me shirt? I want to buy one for my feedee.
Amazon!!
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Fuck do I feel bloated and full of fast food…
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Halloween? The waitress who comes to the table with empty plates because she’s eaten evening you ordered…
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As much as I love velma, the Daphne outfit looks so much better on you
I am more a fan of the Daphne look…just because I love wearing tight dresses….
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sometimes i can’t believe that feedism is a niche thing that is mostly unheard of. and those who have heard of it consider it in top 3 of the most taboo fetishes in existence. i’m sorry but that makes ZERO sense to me. it’s literally THE hedonism kink.
i think we should get to bully the people who don’t get it. it’s HEDONISM. you know, the pursuit of absolute pleasure? WHAT could possibly be sexier than THAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT ACTING UPON THE MOST INTRINSIC HUMAN DESIRES DOESN’T EVEN COME TO MIND? YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT YOU DON’T WANT TO PAIR YOUR SEXUAL INTERCOURSE WITH THE OTHER EARTHLY DELIGHTS? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MARBLES?? the asexual feedists are having a much better time than you are, I guarantee it
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Gheres no way 2 orders of pancakes, 2 hashbrowns, and a large frappe should be that much, right??? (And whatever is in half a bottle of wine…)🐽



A good breakfast to make sure this shirt never fits again 🐽
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That sequence of you lounging on your back as you grow fatter and fatter over the years is just 👌. Every fatty knows that for a time lying down is a pleasant deception. The belly flattens out and you can kid yourself it's not that bad. But as you get fatter the illusion doesn't work anymore. The belly domes up higher and higher. You're no longer slimmed down by being horizontal, now a mountain of belly fat looms over you. Ballooning with fat you stop looking smaller and instead look ever inch the lardball you've become. The belly pins you down, bulging high in a summit of obese flesh, swamping you in visceral fat. Your transformation is complete: there are no "flattering angles" or deceptive helping hands from gravity. Just rounded, bloated, swollen excess.
I’m always surprised how fat I look from every angle. There’s no slimming way to disguise it. Laying down; standing up, standing sideways…I can’t deny how much I’ve ruined myself. All that fat swelling up every inch of me so I only look more and more round…..and I cant wait to keep adding pictures to the sequence…
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Date night idea : you think we're going to hit up all your fast food faves but instead I take you to a room and reveal an intervention. All your friends and family are there to say how worried they are, how you've gone too far. How horrified they are by your obscene gluttony and alarming obesity. Old roommates and friends tearfully share stories of catching you in your monstrous overeating - and people relate their horror at watching you balloon fatter and fatter with each passing year. All the while I'm loving it, watching you squirm, trapped in a circle of judgment and consequences for your bovine greed and indulgence. And all the time knowing that you're madly hungering for the fast food you'd thought we were going to get to guzzle down.
🥵 take me for the fast food first. Make sure I’m bloated and waddling into the room belly first, out of breath and trying not to burp…as everyone starts saying how concerned they are for me. Show off picture of how much skinnier I was before! Where did all these gut come from? The double chin! They’re so worried about my health…eating butter??
I want to listen to how much of a fat human balloon I am. The greedy hog…all while sitting there stuffed to bursting with a days worth of calories of greasy fast food. Have you pull out the receipt and tell them how I wouldn’t listen to you- I ordered alll that food.
Having you read it out burger by burger, all the fries, all the milkshakes, to horrified looks. Slaps and pinches and pokes to my gut asking how the fuck I haven’t popped. No wonder I have so many stretchmarks. When am I going to stop???
After that? I’ll be hungry for another stop at the drive thru…
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What you really need is a group of fat friends equally devoted to the obesity lifestyle. You'd all be meeting up over endless food-centric events - going to pit bbq's, getting seafood broils, heading on IHOP runs - always sharing tips and tricks for handing your burgeoning sizes and physical laziness. Swapping recommendations for seat belt extenders and roomy car models, talking about airline seating, discussing the best takeouts and ubereats options. And all the while barely noticing just how much fatter you are becoming - because all your fat friends are expanding just as much. As bellies bulge, asses inflate and love handles surge, you'll all be convinced you're 'not that bad' as, compared to your friends, everything seems pretty normal! Just one big circle of ever-eating, ever-growing gluttons, obliviously eating yourselves into super-obesity.
Yes!! Right now I have a solid 150 extra or more pounds on my friends…I want to be the small one. I want to tell myself it’s fine that I’m ordering two seats on planes. I can have those two extra desserts. Everyone gets stuck in a restaurant booth. Because my friends have had it happen to them!
I want someone to be a bad influence on me. I can tell myself it’s okay to get fatter- I won’t be as fat as my whale sized friends! I need the group of friends who are too obese to share an uber together after a night drinking and hitting up buffets until we’re swollen and huffing and puffing and waddling around.
I need the friends who grab my fat rolls and tell me I’m too skinny….we better grab a second lunch.
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That belly sequence with you laying on your back... Jesus, you're just smothering yourself in lard. One of these days that gigantic flabby pig gut is going to pin you on your back for good, and you'll need a helpful feeder to keep bringing you the mind-numbing booze and fattening piggy snacks you're so addicted to...
🥵I can’t wait for that.when I’m on my back and I can’t see anything but a little bit of wall and the rest of just the mountain of my lard filled gut and tits. When the entire bed is just filled with my blubber
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A good breakfast to make sure this shirt never fits again 🐽
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Stages of trying to squeeze into an XL shirt…
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Do you feel that along with your piggy tendencies, you’ve began to think like one too? Maybe a bit dumber overall? Your brain is probably just in a constant state of marinating in lard. Dropping IQ slowly but surely
All the time, sadly no. But food drunk is a real problem because I am fully just...lethargic and lazy and it's hard to think when I'm so full it hurts...
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Are you sexually attracted to other people at all, or is it just pure feedism for you?
Sexually attracted? No. Romantically attracted, sure.
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If you keep eating the way you are we are going to need to buy a warehouse and a forklift to move you around
That's the dream...not just "morbidly obese" but freak of humanity, warehouse sized blob that only eats and eats and eats..
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