feedee and monsterfucker, 30s Growing fatter, dumber and hornier on purpose This is a horniposting blog, minors DNI Tw: weight gain, feedism, fat shame If those bother you, stay away If you're into it, you can PM!
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Megaobesity is hot
There is nothing sexier than a man who lost control of his weight and reaching the edge of mobility. You know you've succeeded in life when you've become so engorged with lard that you're forced to spread your legs during your pathetic "waddle".
Men who overfeed themselves to severe obesity until they can barely stand up are the peak of human beauty and should be glorified as such. It should be the beauty standard for everyone to be incapable of putting clothes on because of your inhumane size.
Norms should reflect our growing epidemic of crippling obesity, influencing young adults to become more obese than ever.
As such, all men should have a belly hanging to their knees by their mid twenties. It should be expected for their legs to be incapable of bending by their thirties. Severe Immobility should be the norm for all men by their mid thirties.
So overfeed yourself, show the world how obese you can be. Become the definition of "overfed".
Obesity is hot, it should be glorified as such.
Make me fat to the point where my weight becomes your excuse to keep me sedentary.
Oh, I'm too heavy for the chairs at a restaurant and I can't fit in the booths? Might be best to stay at home where I can sit on the couch or lay in bed. I'm sure they deliver anyways.
None of my clothes seem to fit like they should. Why worry about decency if the only person around is you? I can just throw on some pajama pants with a t-shirt that doesn't go over my chest.
I can't fit through the bedroom door frame! Not a problem, I can try to push myself through later. Why not go back to bed where you can bring me the snacks I wanted.
It's taking a lot of effort to get out of bed. Why bother struggling to get up when you always offer to get what I want. You always say how I shouldn't waste calories on such trivial things.
Can't help it that coach made my nipples more sensitive with this new bulk🤤. Makes me wanna grow even more.
Full 5 min video available on Patreon
Round, blubbery and fat
Cursed/enchanted kinky pet collar that transmutes food as you swallow it into the most fattening sloshy sludge~
Your belly begins to balloon and sway with the thick heavy liquid every time you eat. You have no idea what's happening to you, but your owner just smiles, patting your head and telling you how good and owned you look in your collar. You blush as your brain scrambles with pleasure at the praise and you keep eating for them. You keep growing for them.
some day you're gonna come across an old picture of you from before you started gaining weight. you'll barely recognize yourself at first, doing a double take. did you really think you were chubby back then? what would you have thought of yourself if you could come across a photo of yourself in the future? what if you could see yourself in ten years from now, gorged beyond your wildest imaginings, unable to stop going up sizes even if you wanted to slow down?
REBLOG IF YOU GET WET OR HARD BY THE THOUGHT OF GETTING FATTER
Uhm hmm! 😈
Sorry thinking really hard about how petplay, clicker training/hypnosis, and feedism go together like tomato basil and mozzarella tonight
Yes please please put me in a collar and train me to be a good pet and feed me treats every time I do the thing
guys who get a hard on while eating >>>>>
"make me IRRESISTABLE to gays"
(instantly gains 70 pounds)
There’s something about when a feedee groans out I’m so fat that makes me go feral. That combination of disbelief, worry and sheer lust just makes me want to start forcing them to eat and get even fatter. Like yes baby you are so fat, you’re huge and you love it this way and you’re going to get even bigger. It’s going to get so much worse and you’re going to love it every step of the way
I love fattening piggies up to where they can’t do things they once did.
You know like running. Tying your shoes. Getting off the couch with ease.
Just wait until you can’t buy clothes from your favorite store. Or fit into booths at restaurants.
Outgrow your entire wardrobe.
Be too big for theme park rides.
For one plane seat.
For your small car.
Just wait until you break your first scale piggy.
What’s crazy is no one will suspect my fit self for doing it to you.
They’ll think you’re just a pig with no self control.
But that’s what you are now.
A greedy pig with no self control🐷
Reblog this to gain 50lbs of pure softness onto your body 😏❤️
There’s something so hot about someone slipping into obesity. You are chubby with a little bit of a belly but as time passes the pounds secretly begin to add up. Once you reach obesity, there’s no going back. There’s no way you’re ever going to get your old body back. You are obese now. You cant cut out fast food for more than a day. You’re a proper glutton now. A real pig. You’re only going to get fatter. And it’s your fault because you let yourself slip into obesity.
It's crazy to think someone could fall into such an addiction and ruin their whole life just for this high. You completely rewired your brain. We were never meant to be fat. Your obsession with constantly overindulging has turned you into a massive blob of jello, not even a recognizable human shape. But for some reason, that doesn’t seem to matter. All you know is to keep going.
Your dependency on others to feed you is now a consequence of your actions, holding you down and accountable. Your limbs are massive blobs, unable to move due to your weight and size. Yet, for some reason, it seems to encourage you and motivate you to keep going. The satisfaction of being fed, the pleasure from each bite, has become your new normal. You don't understand the gravity of your situation; all you know is the pleasure that comes from eating, the satisfaction of being fed.
Your world has shrunk to the confines of your room, surrounded by the remnants of your endless consumption. The high from the food eclipses the reality of your physical decline. You are trapped in a cycle of indulgence, your life reduced to the pursuit of that fleeting pleasure. It's a never-ending spiral, one that leads only to further deterioration and dependency. The concept of change or escape is beyond your grasp. All you know is to keep going, deeper into the addiction that consumes you.
Your days are now dictated by the rhythm of feeding. Each meal is an event, a ritual that brings a fleeting sense of joy and fulfillment. The once simple act of eating has become your entire world. Your caregivers, or feeders, bring you food constantly, guiding each bite into your mouth as you lay immobile, your body too large and unwieldy to function on its own. This dependency on others to sustain you has become a twisted form of encouragement, a validation of your addiction.
You no longer see yourself as others do. The mirror, if you could even stand to look into it, would show a person transformed beyond recognition. The human shape you once had is lost beneath layers of fat, your features distorted and unidentifiable. But this transformation doesn't concern you. The pleasure you derive from eating overrides any sense of alarm or regret. Your brain, rewired by addiction, craves the next high, the next bite, the next moment of satisfaction.
Health complications multiply, but they are mere background noise in your single-minded pursuit of indulgence. Diabetes, heart disease, respiratory issues – these are just words, unable to penetrate the fog of your addiction. Hospital visits become routine, each one a grim reminder of your body's ongoing betrayal. Yet, even these visits fail to deter you. The doctors' warnings fall on deaf ears, drowned out by the insatiable hunger that rules your life.
Social interactions dwindle to nothing. Friends and family have long since retreated, unable to watch your self-destruction. You exist in a bubble, a self-imposed isolation where the only constant is your addiction. The TV blares in the background, a mindless distraction as you continue to eat, continuing the cycle of consumption that has become your existence.
Every day is a repeat of the last, a monotonous loop of feeding and fleeting pleasure. The future stretches out before you, a bleak landscape where each step deeper into addiction brings you closer to your inevitable demise. There is no turning back, no redemption, only the relentless forward march into a void of excess and decay.
In the end, your story is one of surrender to addiction, a cautionary tale of how the pursuit of pleasure can consume and destroy. Your life, once filled with potential and promise, has been reduced to a cycle of indulgence and dependency. All you know is to keep going, deeper into the abyss, until there is nothing left but the shell of who you once were.
I NEED a gut that hangs so low it gets in my way
the feminine urge to rub his belly and tell him he’s been such a good boy 💕
starting my day off with a Coke bloat and wow I am so round and sloshy 🥵🥵🥵
I love being a fat hog and spending multiple days doing nothing but dedicating myself to getting fatter, it feels so fucking good
I love how inelegant fat looks
Little weight gain i guess🐷
