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That Time I Broke the Bed

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Milestones

Before and After

Getting FATTER

Livin' On The Fridge

The Chairman

Celebrating Your First Day of Immobility!

Bedbound Blimp

RIP to the legend at his highest weight: 859lbs.

Grommr: MJ00

Another bite.

Your gut is fighting against your waistband, and with that last swallow, your waistband is starting to lose. I can see your hand flutter weakly towards the center of your swollen belly, fingers reaching toward the creaking denim interrupted by a shiny copper button.

I take your hand and push it down to your soft thigh. No, you WILL eat your way out of these jeans. You struggle slightly; visibly and uncomfortably stuffed.

You said you wanted me to make you fat, no, massive. Even as you struggle to take in a full breath, I can see the flush in your face. You can’t get enough of this feeling.

Another bite.

Your eyes roll back. A groan escapes your lips just long enough for me to stuff another bite in. Your jeans creak a little. Not enough. You squirm, your gut starting to cover the button.

Another bite.

You can’t help but moan as you chew. Constant muffled grunts and moans, noises somewhere between pain and ecstasy as you stuff yourself.

More. MORE.

You’ve slowed down. You can’t slow down, you’re so close. I stuff a full handful of food into your mouth and hold my hand against your lips. Swallow. I replace my empty hand with a full one. You are starting to sweat, chewing and swallowing and groaning all the while. Your shirt is skintight now, riding up past your deep belly button. You start to squirm harder, barely able to find purchase pinned under the weight of your nearly comically swollen belly.

Another handful passes your lips. Ill let you up once you can get out of those jeans without unbuttoning them. I’ll rub your poor gut, but you can’t stop eating for me. You wanted to be massive, you have to EAT.

You struggle to swallow. Even your skin feels too tight now. You feel like you’re sinking into the couch under your own weight. It’s been a long time since you could see anything other than your gut looking down, but you’ve never seen so much of it.

Get fat for me. Get so fucking massive you’ll never be able to touch yourself again. So fucking horny from every ripple of your body. EAT.

You feel a sharp twinge; simultaneously hearing a loud snap. The button from your jeans flies clean off, pinging around the floor. True to my word, I reach down and rub your stuffed, swollen belly.

Just a break for now, the delivery will be here in 10 minutes. I know you’ll make more room for me then.

Another bite.

Your gut is fighting against your waistband, and with that last swallow, your waistband is starting to lose. I can see your hand flutter weakly towards the center of your swollen belly, fingers reaching toward the creaking denim interrupted by a shiny copper button.

I take your hand and push it down to your soft thigh. No, you WILL eat your way out of these jeans. You struggle slightly; visibly and uncomfortably stuffed.

You said you wanted me to make you fat, no, massive. Even as you struggle to take in a full breath, I can see the flush in your face. You can’t get enough of this feeling.

Another bite.

Your eyes roll back. A groan escapes your lips just long enough for me to stuff another bite in. Your jeans creak a little. Not enough. You squirm, your gut starting to cover the button.

Another bite.

You can’t help but moan as you chew. Constant muffled grunts and moans, noises somewhere between pain and ecstasy as you stuff yourself.

More. MORE.

You’ve slowed down. You can’t slow down, you’re so close. I stuff a full handful of food into your mouth and hold my hand against your lips. Swallow. I replace my empty hand with a full one. You are starting to sweat, chewing and swallowing and groaning all the while. Your shirt is skintight now, riding up past your deep belly button. You start to squirm harder, barely able to find purchase pinned under the weight of your nearly comically swollen belly.

Another handful passes your lips. Ill let you up once you can get out of those jeans without unbuttoning them. I’ll rub your poor gut, but you can’t stop eating for me. You wanted to be massive, you have to EAT.

You struggle to swallow. Even your skin feels too tight now. You feel like you’re sinking into the couch under your own weight. It’s been a long time since you could see anything other than your gut looking down, but you’ve never seen so much of it.

Get fat for me. Get so fucking massive you’ll never be able to touch yourself again. So fucking horny from every ripple of your body. EAT.

You feel a sharp twinge; simultaneously hearing a loud snap. The button from your jeans flies clean off, pinging around the floor. True to my word, I reach down and rub your stuffed, swollen belly.

Just a break for now, the delivery will be here in 10 minutes. I know you’ll make more room for me then.

Starting to have fattening dreams every night. I just want to be fatter than I am tall. Feed me so I can get stuck in doors for you? Don’t you want to tease me when my gut loudly gurgles in public for another meal? Don’t you want to control my wardrobe so every last bit of clothing is too small to handle one full meal. Make my buttons snap off in public while you loudly taunt me for my insatiable greed. Fill me up even more for being an embarrassment. Fatten me up so fucking much that even you get a little afraid at how quickly I can pack away pounds of food. I want to struggle to get into pants, heave myself up stairs with sweaty palms, so fat that no one can believe I’m still mobile.

Feed me every hour. Please. Make my gut touch the ground, make a spectacle out of my greed. Make it plainly clear that I have no control over my hunger. Feed me. More. Mmm-hic-mmmm. Tell me I’m fat, that I can’t stop gaining, that I’ll never be thin again. Tell me I’ve ruined my body, that I’ve just become a heavy hairy hog for you to feed and fuck. Feed me into submission, feed me more and more. I don’t care if I look like I’ll burst!

I can take it. Make me fatter. Fatter! Just a greedy, flabby pet enslaved by his gut. Think you can handle 800lbs of belly? Let’s find out.

Sharing again since my fattening thoughts are resonating with all you fatties out there

Stuff me. Funnel feed me. Force feed me when I can’t keep up. Tease me about not fitting into anything I own no matter how I try. Fill every space I occupy with snacks. Hand me food when I’m distracted and praise me for finishing it all absentmindedly.

Make days where I must gorge every hour, the entire day filled with my belly packed to bursting. Stretch my gut with carbonated drinks, fill me with heavy cream, force me out in public in clothes two sizes too small.

Order for me at restaurants, whisper quietly that I’d better finish it or you’ll force me at home.

Fill me with beer and slosh my gut uncontrollably. Smoke me out and cover the bed with fattening snacks. Collar me and feed me until it snaps off the fat roll that used to be my neck.

Make me your fat pup, obese hog, house cow, I don’t care. Make me your personal experiment in how fat you can make someone. I want to see the flint in your eye as I beg you to stop feeding me.

Make me groan when you push on my packed belly hanging out of my shirt. Tell me how I’ll never drop the weight, how I’m controlled by my greed. Walk me around town and taunt me to keep up.

Stuff me in your car and stop at every single fast food place we pass. Make me finish before you teach the next one, and order double if I don’t. I want to feel so heavy that I’m stuck in that seat. Feed me until I can’t stretch the seatbelt over my gut even with an extender.

Remind me how I used to be the feeder, and how I couldn’t stop myself from becoming a greedy useless pig.

Make my gut stick out so absurdly far from my body that it almost looks fake. Feed me until I grow fat tits pushing up towards my chin. I want my love handles to be too big to grab in one hand, rendering them useless.

Fatten me up. Make me fatter. So so much fatter.

Happy Tummy Tuesday. So I’m back to gaining in a big way 😂. I’ve even got an only fans that’ll support me through to immobility I hope. https://onlyfans.com/fattyed

So as a response to @futurefarmersamerica suggestion, I made a feedism edit of that one color ask game! I might be missing some stuff but I think it'll still be fun. Feel free to share and have fun hehe

after a stressful few months, I'm pretty sure I lost weight, but that ain't gonna stop me😝

Progress Pic: even tho they're different shirts, they're the same size, and this is only a month apart🥰

not growing fast enough...