trans-gainerism

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I want to have to sink into your fat to get close to you, whether that’s having to curl around your fat ass when laying behind you, over and into your gut as I fuck you or into your side rolls when I’m next to you, just constantly reminding you everytime I’m close just how big and fat you’ve gotten 😘❤️

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i was put on this earth to enable other tboys to become morbidly obese

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Pigs in motion

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And you know what, shout out to feedees with dietary requirements.

I want to order a veggie burger from every vegan junk food place in delivery radius so you can eat them all and tell me which is most delicious (and next time I can order three from there).

Let me research gluten free bakeries near you so you can enjoy every specific treat you're craving, and send them to you if there's none nearby.

I want to time out your stuffings so you can keep kosher while enjoying delicious meat and dairy treats.

Dairy hurts your stomach? Good thing I have this vegan shake recipe that's even creamier and richer than the alternative.

Don't worry, not only is this pizza place halal but they have an all-you-can-eat buffet, help yourself to everything without worrying.

Cross contamination is too risky? Guess I'd better cook and bake for you myself to make sure everything is completely safe for my precious piglet.

Like hello feedees who love to eat but find it difficult for whatever reasons, let me help with that.

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I don't necessarily want to be a feeder, more of an...enabler.

I always cook lots, so please, help yourself! Seconds, thirds... No, you don't need to get up, I'll bring it to you. I know the portion is a littttle bigger than what you were imagining, but it's delicious, so I'm sure you won't mind eating it all.

I'm gonna smoke up, do you want some? I rolled you your own joint, my tolerance is too high to share one, hahaha.

Aw, is your mouth dry? Let me grab you a drink. I know you like fizzy things when you're stoned, so I brought you a cider. Actually, I'll just bring you the whole 6 pack so I don't have to get up again.

I also brought doughnuts for dessert, and chips for the munchies. You don't have to eat them, but they're there if you want them.

I can hear your hungry tummy growling from all the way over here! Don't hold back, hon, there's plenty more where this came from😈

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When your cock disappears in your fupa and your folds make it impossible for you to reach, I'll tease you mercilessly…✨

Keeping your balls full until you're begging me to milk you like the cow you've become.✨

Begging me for that sweet release, as that’s all you can think about.✨

You’re so lucky that I like your “milk” straight from the tap 👀🦋

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"PLEASE!" you begged "I'm to big now I can't reach!" You explained desperately trying to work your hand around your enormous gut, not quite able to reach down to where you so badly craved release.

"Oh my fatty, did it finally happen? Have to finally gotten so fat that you can't even get yourself off anymore? Such a greedy pig" I placed a vibrator wand in your hand "maybe this will help" grin spreading across my face, enjoying watching your struggle.

You turned on the vibrator, first attempting to reach over your belly, but it hung too far down for you to line it up right. Best you could achieve was jiggling your belly hang around.

Groaning with frustration and effort you hefted your belly up higher, snaking the other hand between your belly and thigh. For just the briefest of moments it worked, the vibrator touched down just where you needed. But your belly had gotten to heavy for you to hold up, it fell from your grip crashing down on your hand like a wave, knocking the vibrator from your grip.

"Oh for fuck sake" you panted out in frustration, all you had managed was to make yourself out of breath and hornier then before. Your eyes looked up to me pleading.

I reached between your legs grabbing the vibrator, letting it brush against you slightly as I brought it closer to myself. " You have no idea how much it turns me on that you've gotten so fat!" I say pressing the vibrator against my own pussy. "That you chose food over the ability to get yourself off. That you chose to be massively obese instead of the tiny thin body you used to have." I shuddered slightly as the pleasure built inside me. "If you want my help go get some food fatty, put on a little show for me" I watched you waddle as quickly as your legs could carry you to the kitchen, your entire body wobbling. Entranced by the jiggle of your ass and how the cellulite dimpled with each step. Thinking back on the athletic from you had when we first met, contrasting that with enormous body waddling before me.

Plopping down heavily with a grunt you began tearing into a pile of snacks. Grabbing food with both hands cramming it into your mouth. Chips, brownies cookies all disappearing one after another sometimes a handful of both at the same time. Your fat cheeks bulging with food were streaked with chocolate. The room silent besides the hum of the vibrator and your chewing. You tore open a carton of cream to wash some of your snacks down with. "You're.. such.. a fucking.. pig.. aren't .. you" I gasped orgasm close. You nodded and began to chug the cream, dribbling some down your chins in your haste.

You lowered the carton, burping loudly and jiggling your fat belly at me before bring it back to your lips to finish the rest. As you gulped down the rest of the cream I came hard gasping and shuddering. Your greed and indulgence pushing me over the edge. Taking a moment to catch my breath and enjoy the sight of you finishing your indulgent snack, dropping the carton and flopping back with a contented sigh. I crawled between your fat thighs pushing the vibrator into your crotch.

Hearing your breath catch from the stimulation you so badly needed, I smiled leaning down and kissing your belly. Trailing them up from your belly button to your plump tits, sucking on your sensitive nipple for a few moments. Before continuing my trail upwards stopping again to kiss the side of your neck. Then whispering in your ear "imagine how much fatter I'm going to be able to make you now that you can't cum without my help. I'll make you stuff your greedy belly anytime you crave my touch. You're helpless to stop it now aren't you, just completely stuck getting as fat as I want you to be. And I'm gonna make you so.. much... fatter!" With that your orgasm crashed over you, moaning loudly. Body shaking causing your fat to wobble everywhere. Panting and wheezing to catch your breath it was all you could do to huff out a small "thank you!".

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it’s cute how most of the Before photos of Feedees on tumblr are often blurry or poor quality.

It’s so obvious that you just had no idea of how pivotal that moment was

Like it’s so obvious that you had no idea in that moment that this photo was the very last time you would ever be able to take a photo with a slim body again.

Now here you are, a full-blown, out of control fat BBW. With insatiable hunger in your fat gut & a constant fire in your fat pussy.

Looking at those photos of back when you still had a waistline. Looking at a girl with a body that is now unattainable for you. Wishing you took those before photos better when you had the chance.

But hey, you always thought there would be time. You never thought it would happen to you. You never thought you’d end up like those fat girls on Tumblr…

How’s that going for you?

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Why resist?

You know you’re only lying to yourself big boy.

Lose the weight, only to gain it back later.

Why waste away your life sitting on the fence?

Give into gluttony. You know you need to. Life is short!

How can you live your life not knowing what it feels like for that belly to become large enough that it spreads your legs apart when you sit down?

Your chubby thighs rubbing together when you walk. Why deny yourself the pleasure of filling your belly to bursting? Huh? You know it feels so good.

Why waste time in the gym when you know yourself that me and many other women love to see every new inch grow on your body. Keep eating. Keep growing. Don’t be silly.

You can try resisting temptation but thats only going to build up the climax when you finally come back and give in to me again. Letting that pressure build inside. My good fatty.

You were once so mislead into thinking that a career life of materialism will bring you happiness. It’s stuffing yourself silly and true hedonism where the true pleasure lies.

Stuff yourself for me today. Please fatty?

Our little secret 😘🖤

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I want you so much bigger. I want you to become hopelessly addicted to getting fatter and fatter each day. Unable to control your unhealthy habits.

I want to tease you for letting yourself get so overweight. I want you to become so unrecognisable from your past smaller self that the only thing you know now is constantly grow, constantly push yourself over your limit.

I want you to make yourself so fucking obese you need me to please you, unable to reach your pussy, unable to get off at the thought of making yourself so fucking fat.

I want you to constantly remind yourself of how much fitter you used to be and how fat you have made yourself.

Day by day, constantly moaning at how swollen your gut is.

Stepping on the scale every time and realising you’ve gained even more weight.

Recognising that you are such a gluttonous pig that simply cannot help themselves from eating more and more.

Begging to be made fatter, begging to cum at the thought of gaining another 50Ibs

Reminding yourself that you used to be able to run and jump and now your waddle around the house with your huge gut spilling out of your clothes all because you have not an ounce of self control.

Asking yourself how you let this happen. How you let yourself become this fat, soft glutton. Always blaming others for your lack of control, your lack of willpower to put the fork down.

Until you realise this is you now, you simply don’t care about anything else apart from eating more and more. Getting bigger, softer and rounder.

Every time you eat, getting more horny knowing it’s all contributing towards your gain, your addiction to stuffing yourself stupid.

You are just such a gluttonous pig

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Sorry if I haven’t been active much lately- nothing is wrong, the opposite actually! Offline life is going good, and I’ve got a girlfriend who I love a lot 🥰

But I’m not going anywhere! I’m still gonna be posting the same h0rny content, I just wanted to explain my absence

Hope yall are doing well 😁 x

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Why are you trying to pull down your shirt? Are you embarrassed by your belly hang peeking through?

You didn’t care about that when you were stuffing your face.

Don’t worry about all the stares you’re getting.

Everyone already knows what a fat pig you’ve been.

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Dont worry about eating too much, honey.

No, i don’t mind if you unbutton your shorts.

What? Your shirt wont stay down? Oh no, what a shame. Just finish your food and we'l deal with it

Quit trying to hide it, fatty. Everyone can see your belly on your lap. They know you’ve been eating too much.

You’re done? But what about dessert?

Full? Embarrassed? Nonsense, you’re gonna have to waddle out of here either way. Might as well make it a show. Now eat your dessert.

Can’t move? Aw, baby, dont worry i’ll help you. Dont worry about covering up, everyone thinks it’s cute to watch you walk out with that big round belly bouncing around. They love how stuffed you are, they wish they could be this well taken care of.

You better be hungry, we have 2 more drive thrus before we get home…

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*BUUUUAAAARRP*

A violent belch surges through you, eliciting a pained moan. You’ve never been this full before, you can only take quick shallow breaths as your mind grows hazy from the sugar high and sensation flooding it. She’s been relentless with her feedings lately, and tonight was no different. You thought you were fat before you moved in with her a year ago, you were so naive. You’ve already more than doubled your weight since then, and she’s done everything she can to turn you into her needy, piggy plaything, and you’ve given in so easily.

As you rest a moment, having finished another whole pie, you try to rub the amount of belly you can still reach, looking for any relief. The shirt she forced on you before dinner has already lost 2 buttons, as another 3 threaten to burst. You can’t speak, worried even the next burp may pop you. You feel her nails glide across your expansive corpulence, snapping you briefly from your haze. You make eye contact with her; she has that smirk, that evil, lustful smirk. She sets her hand on top of your gut, shaking it back and forth as you wince in pain.

“You’ve been such a greedy hog lately, you know that?” She accentuates this remark with a firm smack on your pained, bloated form. “You just can’t put the fork down for anything can you? I still remember the person you were when we met, back when you were more human than pig. You were in such good shape, remember?”

Honestly you couldn’t, that seemed like a lifetime ago, and all you could think of now was not exploding.

“You just needed someone to give you that push into gluttony didnt you? The hog was always there, you just suppressed it with gym visits and salads, desperately trying to avoid the inevitable. It’s a good thing you met me. I’ve never met a hog so happy and blissful to grow into such a blimp.”

This teasing is only making it worse, as the throbbing intensifies deep within your fupa. It has been months since you were able to reach far enough to get yourself off, and she had conditioned you to needing to orgasm at least twice a day, usually after your big stuffings. The day you lost the ability to pleasure yourself, she reached a whole new level of devious. Completely reliant on her for relief, she left you desperate and pleading on more than one occasion, using it as motivation to get you to eat another whole pizza, another dozen of donuts, or another whole pie. You were truly lost to complete and utter hedonism, complete gluttony and lust, both intertwined into your very being.

You needed relief and you needed it now. It has been almost a month since she let you experience that wonderful bliss. You’ve eaten so much for her, so much more than you thought possible, and yet here you are, a bloated mess, mind rotten by thoughts of food and sex.

You needed to tell her to touch you. You needed her to bring you ecstasy just once, you’d do whatever she asked, you just needed one more orgasm. You try your best to convey this, but the only thing out of your mouth is a deep and pained moan.

“So piggy, what shall I do with you? I know it’s been a while since I played in that fupa of yours, I bet you are so pent up aren’t you?”

You nod slowly, desperately holding back a burp for fear of the ramifications.

“I bet you are, you poor hog. Although, I do have a nice pan of brownies cooling in the kitchen, and you still look a bit hungry to me.”

Your eyes widen a bit, you couldn’t possibly eat another bite. You needed relief, you needed rest, but most importantly you needed to cum.

“So what will it be piggy? I could help you up, lead you to the bedroom, and treat you to a nice reward for all your gluttony tonight, or… I could go get those brownies for you. How’s a 5th dessert sound?” She smiles at you wickedly.

Your mind races, “Please, I need to cum, it’s been so long,” you think to yourself. “I can’t eat anymore, havent I been good enough for you? Please I need relief, just once, please.”

You want to beg, to say all of this to her, but as you try to speak it happens. You feel a hiccup surge through your bloated form, causing you to moan in pain as 3 more buttons burst from your shirt and a pained belch escapes your lips.

Too pained to talk, she answers for you, “looks like you made a little room for me, so the brownies it is,” she kisses your gut, watching the horror creep across your face. She turns and retreats into the kitchen, soon returning with her special, decadent, calorie filled brownies. She places the pan on your gut, you can feel how dense and fattening they are, your gut groans in response.

“Don’t worry, piggy, if you eat all of these for me, I’ll make sure to reward you for being so gluttonous tonight. But…If you don’t finish them, I don’t think you’ll want to know how long it will be before I let you cum again. So just lie back, open that greedy mouth of yours, and let those calories stretch you out a bit more.”

She brings the first bite to your lips, you close your eyes and open your mouth. Despite your fullness, some drool still creeps out of your mouth, as that rich chocolatey flavor fills your brain with nothing but thoughts of food and sex.

You’re her perfect pig, her perfect plaything now, and the thought only makes you hornier…

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Watching your big wobbly belly sway as you waddle around is so mesmerizing. Knowing that it's grown from all the thousands of calories you've been cramming into your mouth, evidence of your ever growing greed and hunger. Seeing it get bigger, wider, and jigglier has been so exciting. I love hearing you pant and grunt with exertion as you move around the house, and the big sigh of relief you give when you plop back onto the couch. That was so much work for you wasn't it, why don't you sit down and let me bring you something to eat. Just put your feet up and let me feed you, just worry about chewing and swallowing until you slip into a food coma.