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Update for sunday

The second day of my challenge was even more intoxicating than the first I woke up feeling more than just heavy. I felt dense. I felt filled still and it was like a little switch clicked in my head that this was meant to be.

I made it my own personal mission to limit the number of steps as much as I could. I found a way to decrease the number of steps that I took going to get food from the front door. I managed to cut three steps off the journey. Not a lot but it added up to 12 less steps for the day.

And I stuck to a diet of stuffing on carbs and only having proteins and fats when I was absolutely stuffed.

A few food coma naps happened of course from all the sugars and just junk that was being forced into my mouth by my own greedy hands.

Every meal was a challenge and a struggle as I gave myself so little down time between meals and snacks that I kept myself eating almost constantly.

By the very end of the day I felt sluggish I felt tired. My body was using every ounce of energy that it could muster just to digest and handle all the food I have been forcing through my system.

It made me truly feel like a hog and it made me crave to have someone just permanently put me in that situation. The major contribution to my steps was going to the door to get my various delivery orders and then waddling back to my bed. If I didn't have to do that, I could get my steps easily down below. Even 50 and that number's so high only because my bathroom is a bit further from my room. If I was right next to it I could probably get it down to below. Even 30. Maybe even just 20 steps in the day.

I can't wait until the next time I try this challenge and just push myself further and further into the depths of gluttony.

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UPDATE: THE FIRST DAY OF LAZY INDULGENCE.

The first day of limiting my movements and truly letting myself act like a hedonistic and pitifully lazy pig was a complete success.

162 steps. That was the number of steps that I managed to restrict myself to for an entire day. It was pointed out to me that that is barely even 1% of what people would normally walk in a day. I feel like an utter pig for achieving such a thing.

Now those very difficult and laborious steps were not wasted. The only times I Rose from my bed were to struggle and waddle my way to the door to receive a veritable feast from doordash. I only got up five times yesterday. One trip to the bathroom and four trips to the front door for more food.

If I'd had someone to get the food for me I would have been able to achieve a day of only taking 40 steps. It delights and excites me to think about just how quickly my body would expand and my muscles would atrophy if I could only manage 40 steps in a day.

I'm going to try to shave off a couple of steps here and there to see if I can't make today's step count, even lower than it was yesterday.

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The Laziness & Gluttony Challenge

So… I’ve started a new challenge.

The rules are simple: move as little as possible, stuff as much as possible. Every step, every ounce of effort is something I avoid. My goal is to see just how little I can actually manage to do while pumping calories into my body to ruin it as fast as possible.

The very first thing I did yesterday after I got off of work is go to the store to load up on as many easy to eat snacks as possible. I made sure to have a very heavy emphasis on sugars and carbs.

4 packs of Oreos, 2 dozen donuts, 4 12 packs of soda (cactus cooler is the best), 8 bags of chips, 3 things of jerky, 5 boxes of pop tarts, two things of chocolate chip cookies, two bags of sun chips, a jar of Nutella and a jar of peanut butter. And as an extra decadently gluttonous treat, a whole family size cheesecake that I put in my mini fridge on my nightstand.

A variable feast of everything heavy, sweet, and dense enough to slow me down further. All of it waiting to be shoved inside me while I plant myself in my bed like the lazy blob.

And the best part that's not even all that's going to be forced into this body. Four meals a day minimum doordashed to my house to maximize my laziness. Each a minimum of 4,000 calories. I must finish each meal like the good fat gluttonous hog I am. No leftovers, only painfully packed stomachs.

And it's a mere 26 steps from my bed to my door and back and 12 to the bathroom.

This whole idea came from an artist (who will go unnamed 😉), and god, it’s ruined me in the best way. The fantasy of intentionally weakening myself, making my body slower, softer, more useless, is so intoxicating. The thought of feeding myself into a state where standing up feels like punishment. Where my thighs and belly wobble with every tiny shuffle. Where my own weight crushes me into stillness.

Every bite feels like sabotage, like I’m digging myself deeper into this pit of fat and lard on purpose. And I love it. I need it. My body needs to be as useless and ruined as possible. Just a mound of fat and rolls struggling with even the simplest of tasks. I'm making the push and I hope all the piggies out there will take this challenge too for as long as possible.

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do you have a feeder?

I am currently looking for a more permanent situation. I have had a couple of meet up here and there but nothing that has led to a more substantial feeder/feedee situation.

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An AU where SUGAR is FAT?!

That's right! This is Page 00 of Isekai Sugar, an eight page story/ sequence up right now on the Patreon!

I love this story so much that I put like, 50+ hours into it. It's so much fun

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This is so AMAZING!!!!

Like Sugar? Want your design to be a permanent part of her lore?

The results for Sugar's sisters were SO good, that I need to do this for Sugar's mom as well. We end up with designs I could never have come up with, myself. Submissions are accepted anywhere that I'll see it!

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🌭🍕 The Feast I’ll Never Forget 🐷

I didn’t plan to go this far… but once I started, there was no stopping.

Ten chili dogs. Ten. Each one smothered in thick, greasy chili and dripping with cheese. Bun after bun, bite after bite — my lips stained, my belly swelling tighter and tighter, but my hands moving on autopilot. I barely came up for air.

When I finally did stop, it wasn’t because I was full.

It was because I needed a drink.

A thick, creamy gainer shake. Cold, sweet, and loaded with calories, sliding down into the mess of meat and bread already fighting for space in my gut. I could feel my belly groan under the weight… and still, I wanted more.

So I reached for the pizzas. Not one. Not two. Three.

Hot, heavy, greasy. The cheese stretching as I tore through slice after slice. My jaw ached. My gut felt like a tight, overinflated balloon. The combination of chili, bread, cheese, and shake swirled into a molten mass inside me, pressing up under my ribs, forcing me to pant between bites.

By the last crust, I was leaning back, belly high and taut, sweat beading on my forehead. My hands kept rubbing the curve, feeling the way it pushed back, bloated and angry at how much I’d shoved into it. But god… the satisfaction. The fullness. The sheer greedy pride at what I’d done.

I ate like a hog, and I loved every second.

And I’d do it all again tomorrow.

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Happy birthday!! I hope you get all the huge tummy pics todayday. Heheheh

Its my birthday!!!🎈🥳🎂🎁🎉

And with that, im doing a lil surprise giveaway!!

I'll be giving out $30 to a random person to eat cake and/or ice cream for me (since i can't really eat a lot and love watching pigs eat hehehe).

Here's the rules:

Must be 18+ and have your age in your profile

Answer this prompt: Whats your favorite type of cake? (can be flavor, 'style', etc)

Reblog this post OR tag me in the post answering the prompt

Use the tag #arisbday

(For funsies you get one bonus entry if you say Happy Birthday to me in the post....or put a tummy pic in your entry...yes I'm shallow)

The giveaway entries will end 11:59 EST tonight, 8/7! Have fun!!💗💖

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Should I have a 2nd dinner? Yes or No?

Tell me in the comments because polls take too long

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🐷Another In-Person Feeding Soon… and I Can’t Stop Thinking About It 🐷

It’s happening again.

I’ve got another in-person feeding coming up and I’m buzzing, nervous, excited, so incredibly turned on. My stomach’s already fluttering and it has nothing to do with hunger… yet.

Just knowing I’ll be face to face with someone who wants to see me grow, who lives to push food past my limits, stuff me until I’m red-faced and breathless… It’s got my brain melting. Will they tease me while I eat? Rub my belly between bites? Whisper filth in my ear as I’m bloating in front of them?

I keep imagining it... that first bite, how I’ll moan through mouthfuls, how I’ll try to keep up and fail as my gut swells tighter and tighter. How I’ll look up at them, already stuffed, and they’ll just smirk and say:

“We’re not done yet, pig.”

God, the build-up is almost unbearable. I want to make them proud. I want to impress them with how much I can take. I want to feel my belly fill so heavy and tight they have to help me lie back. I want to be helpless, greedy, glowing with gluttony and completely under their control.

I’m ready to be stuffed.

I’m ready to be used.

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The most fat ever

I might have been made to make the fattest character I will ever draw for this drive. If you want to know just how big all of this is, click here to see the website- that's right, we built an entire website to manage this drive.

And Sumia here is the fattest character I think I will ever draw. This is so goddamn huge

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Cream-Drenched Pig 🐷

I’ve done it. I’ve gone too far.

Two heaping pans. Alfredo and strogangoff. both loaded with cream, butter, cheese, and pasta for days. I should’ve stopped halfway. I should’ve slowed down.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

The Alfredo was thick and heavy, coating every inch of my mouth with that rich, salty cream. The stroganoff? Meaty, indulgent, smothered in sour cream gravy that clung to my tongue and slid down like silk. Every bite made me groan. every forkful stretching my gut tighter and tighter as I shoveled it in, cheeks puffed, jaw aching, belly gurgling with gluttony.

Now I’m in bed, stuffed solid, pinned beneath the weight of my own greed.

I can’t move. I can’t breathe right. My belly is domed up, flushed, hard, rising like dough about to burst. I keep rubbing it, massaging the pressure, but it won’t stop growing. It’s heaving, bloated past belief, sloshy and aching with every twitch of fullness.

I can feel the cream inside me, still warm, still expanding, still coating every inch of my insides as I whimper and bloat even more. My thighs are slick with sweat. My arms are too heavy to lift. I’m panting like a beast, legs spread wide to make room for this mountainous gut that’s taken over.

I’ve broken myself on carbs and cream.

And the worst part?

I want more.

Another bowl. Another tray. Another round.

Until my belly’s not just bloated , but permanently ruined.

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How much do you weight (if you don’t know an estimate would be nice)❤️

Last accurate weigh in, I was at 511lbs. Then my scale started to act up, and now I am not certain but that was a bit ago. I would say safely i am at least 530ish now. Hopefully more.

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That post about adding Malt to everything was hot as hell, here's to hoping you give it a go!

Thank you. I know. I want to jut s put it in everything to just balloon faster.

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💭 Maltodextrin… Should I? Shouldn’t I?

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I need some help deciding on something..... I’ve been staring at the order page for hours. Maltodextrin. That sweet, powdery, flavorless mass gainer—nothing but pure, absorbable calories. No taste, no fullness, no resistance… just effortless, mindless growth.

Part of me wants to say no. To be good. To wait. But my cock is already hard just thinking about it.

Imagine: dumping scoops into every drink I touch. Coffee, soda, milkshakes, all loaded with invisible calories. My body wouldn’t even know how much I’m feeding it. No chewing, no warning. Just my gut slowly swelling day after day, getting heavier, softer, rounder with every sip.

What if I add it to my gainer shakes? Double the intake. Triple it. What if I start chugging it before bed so my body grows in its sleep? What if I stop measuring and just pour?

God, the thought alone makes my belly twitch. Waking up fatter. Stuffing myself and knowing the damage isn’t just from the food I tasted—but from the hidden calories I never even felt. I’d be getting fatter without trying. Without thinking. Just growing.

My thighs already stick together when I walk. My belly rests on my lap. And I still want more. More weight. More jiggle. More useless, greedy size.

Should I? Should I really make it this easy to gain?

…God help me, I think I’m going to click “Add to Cart.”

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The post about your body graduating to clothes-breaking fat made me revive a cherished memory, when a feedee friend once made a list of confessions to me that included her jeans-tearing obesity, and to this day its such a wholesome and a hot memory.

It's such a great milestone you hit, congrats and rejoice!

Awww, Thank you so much. It is a time to celebrate and rejoice. It is a big milestone on my journey. Every fattening accomplishment just makes me want to gain more and grow beyond what I am now. In a way, I still feel tiny. I look at people smaller than me and feel like They are bigger. They look fatter than me. But I am starting to see myself as the huge hog I really am thanks to all you wonderful people!

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I thought that many of you might enjoy seeing this. The fact that gorged and glutted myself to the point that my clothes are ripping apart. A little anxious to be posting pictures but I do love to share so I hope you enjoy a bit of proof of my absolutely out of control Gluttony.