26, M

I wrote this fic to dream about coming home to a spouse who'll take care of me and my needs.

It contains: FFA/female feeder + fat male feedee, fluff, fat admiration, conditioning and manipulation, good men only, feeding with slight force feeding-vibes, sex.

I come home tired from work, research funding is giving me a headache and the undergrads have been asking stupid questions only (despite me telling them those don’t exist, the problem is they‘re only ever doing 1/4 of the assigned readings and think ChatGPT will pick up their slack). What I need now is a little escape from all these serious responsibilities and annoyances.

For a second I regret taking the oldtimer to work today because it never gets very warm inside but my own reflection in the rearview mirror with the lipstick you got me last week and my grandma‘s fur coat cheer me up already. You got excited about that new donut shop lately and I am always excited about your expanding waistline, so I will pick up some of those new treats for you on my way home. I‘m still a little exhausted, but I know it will pass and you will replace the tired feeling with something much better.

Thankfully, I married just the right man to give me endless comfort and pleasure. At 5‘9“, you’re now at 320lbs, a hard worker and reliable colleague but always home before me, showering and making dinner. Both you and the kitchen always smell amazing when I get home. You dress up nicely for me - when you’re cooking something that your precious outgrown shirts should be spared from, it’s just the apron with your moobs peaking out and your lovehandles being presented raw, towering above the waistband of just your boxers on your backside. Otherwise it’s just the short shirts and the boxershorts because you know what I want to see when I get home after my long day: your belly peaking out to greet me, your moobs sitting proudly on top of your growing gut with that extra backroll between your moob overhang and your belly, your little waddle because your thighs are getting too big and your big chunky arms exposed always. It’s no problem for you to wear this little clothes - your blood pressure is high enough to keep you warm.

You maintain the house very well - built half of the furniture yourself and when you don’t find something to fix, you offer your helping hands to our lovely neighbours on the weekends. You’re teaching one of the kids how to drive because their dad’s single and working a lot lately. You recently organized a bake sale for veteran’s day and we made all the treats together, got some funding for the church‘s food bank through it. You‘re my rock. You massage my back after the gym, pick me up there in the evening when I wanted to take the train in the morning to find more time to read, keep a calendar of our friends‘ birthdays and I come home to a little gift before you take me out to date night every Friday because you like that song by The Cure that your dad showed you when you called him on the Saturday after our first date.

You made lasagna today and used the fancy extra tray that I got for you. One of my favourite dishes for dinner will relax me but seeing you eat a whole extra tray all by yourself after finishing your half of the first one will be pure heaven at home. You will let me feed you if I want to and you enjoy being offered to move to the couch for the final half of your special tray. Upon opening the door, you take one last look in the mirror to check if your hair looks nice and greet me with a warm bear hug and a kiss that tastes as sweet as your favourite soda (you probably had a whole bottle again while cooking even though your doctor said it’s bad for you but you can’t listen to all the smart women in your life at once). You always make sure to get me those lipsticks that don’t smudge, you want me to keep my trademark. I love being married to you. My heart becomes as soft as your body always is whenever I‘m with you, you make me a better person - and you’re also the hottest man I‘ve ever seen with the biggest cake I could wish for as you turn around and return to the kitchen while I hang up my coat and unpack my bag.

I sneakily put the donuts I got you on the side table next to the couch in our living room, freshen up in the bathroom and then join you in the kitchen. "Is that Raffaele‘s lasagna recipe? Thank you so much for making it, excited to try." After saying grace and telling us the nice thought of the day we had about each other while we couldn’t be together, we dig into the food and you still can’t believe that you’re allowed to eat however you like and you enjoy eating a little faster, grunting softly in between bites. "Oooh delicious" you mumble in between your eager bite. "Gosh yes, this lasagna is truly excellent!", I praise your cooking while also becoming increasingly distracted by seeing you belly peek out of your shirt more and more while you stuff your face before it’s my turn to do so.

Once I‘ve finished and there‘s only half a tray of your extra portion left, I get up, give you a kiss on the cheek, get a spoon and bring it to the living room table together with the rest of the lasagna. You‘re breathing heavily and have been sweating a bit as well after all the cooking (and eating), therefore you wait for me to give you the extra attention of helping you waddle over to the couch. It’s hard to heave yourself out of your chair but I can do a little weight lifting at home as well to help you. "Come on, you’re doing so fine, I greatly enjoyed seeing you eat so much and there’s even more to come, I‘ll help you." You know what is expected of you and I love your obedience as my pretty swollen house hog. As long as you‘re not asleep or completely passed out from a good stuffing and milking session, you will always give it your all to get up and waddle over to my favourite feeding spot.

We manage to get you over there even if me helping you was more of an excuse to examine how bloated you already are. You’re doing okay, I will make you have the donuts for dessert because I know I trained you well and you can take it. You drop your heavy body onto the couch with a relieved sigh. I cuddle up to you and give you some belly rubs before taking your lasagna tray, placing it on my lap and start to feed you. "Open up, my handsome pig of a husband", I encourage you without really having to as opening your mouth for me has become so natural to you, you promised to not complain or discuss but serve me with your gluttony when you said "I do". "You’re doing so fine for me, sweetie, you‘ve filled out nicely, I made you so nice and fat, look at you", I teasingly say as I grab your love handles while you’re chewing on a rather big bite. I trace your stretch marks before giving your belly a little slap. I love that noise. You’re so red in the face, sweating again, trying to breath through your nose while chewing and swallowing, chewing and swallowing. Your shirt has become a crop top by now and your massive gut is sprawled out on your lap and your thick thighs.

Before the last two bites you need another break. I help you lean back further in order to get more comfortable, I rearrange the pillows for you and rub your belly some more. You‘ve gotten so huge and you’re so pretty lying here, a bit helpless from being very stuffed but knowing you‘ll be rewarded. I remind you of that by feeling up your dick through your boxers. You’re hard again, of course. Years of training do wonders. Once your body registers a spike in calorie intake nowadays, you’ll just get hard and you’ll be even more desperate to please me so I will let you cum. You moan in desperation as I grab your hard cock firmly again before letting go and returning to feeding you the remaining lasagna.

It’s all finished now and I feel so relaxed already. I kiss your sweaty, greasy cheek again, and caress your round face with my fingers, slightly pinch your double chin and marvel at the improvements achieved by the fat cells that have accumulated in your cheeks and around your soft lips. I climb onto your lap and rub myself against your belly hang before lifting it slightly to let your dick feel the friction. "You know where I stopped today on my way home? Do you see the box over there? Yeah, that’s right. You’re about to eat some more for me. I got you four very nice cream filled donuts from that new shop. One of them is even piggy shaped, you are what you eat, right?"

You can’t really think or speak much right now. You’re so aroused by my voice talking you into gorging yourself further when you’re already stuffed to the gills again, you feel your dick twitch with my juicy ass on your lap and you do want to try those new donuts. I open the box and slowly feed you the first while rubbing your belly and moving my hips slightly to keep you stimulated. You should be in this hazy state of arousal when I expect you to actually overeat - your appetite is huge, sure but you are pretty full and would not want to try and get up after all that lasagna. The donut is delicious, it has a vanilla cream filling and the dough tastes of sugar and cinnamon with little pieces of apple in it.

"Well done, I‘m so proud of you! So what do you want next, white chocolate bueno or honey nut?“ Both of those sound rather heavy, you think. But you’ll do it. You can barely speak but manage to say "honey". Chewing and breathing is really becoming difficult. I grab one of your moobs while feeding you. "You’re doing so good, my perfect prize hog. Come on, make these massive moobs even fatter for me, they‘re not big enough yet", I encourage you and with another big bite, you finish the second donut. You’re getting dizzy from all the sugar rushing through your body but I am always thankful for its addictive qualities. Not completely registering that the next one is coming already, I push the chocolate bueno donut in your mouth and ignore that you’re struggling a bit, I just smile and grab your dick under your gut to massage it a bit.

I need to take your mind off me being an actual threat to your health, you having second thought and the voice of your concerned doctor in your ear. I‘ll speak to her and tell her you’re gonna be mentally unwell if you lose weight and you’re just to ashamed to talk about it. You must be distracted to focus on what’s most important to me: eating and cumming. I always encourage you to touch yourself when I‘m not there to help you and you‘re texting me if it’s okay if you finish the last baked goods in the kitchen or some snacks which I actually only buy because I want my hungry pig to easily find something to graze on whenever he feels like it.

You’re so exhausted after the third donut, for a moment I wonder if the fourth would in fact send you into a food coma before I can finish playing with you. But it’s the piggy shaped one, I need you to have it if you want to cum tonight. You‘ve seen that pink face on the fried pastry and know you’re not getting out of this one. You stretched stomach is starting to hurt but you’re so hard, you would do anything to make me continue touching you, helping you to eventually be released from the tension. So you grunt, burp a little and open your mouth again with the docile look on your face I enjoy so much. Your obedience, your eagerness to serve me like this is making me violently wet and I pull your boxers down, spit on your dick and start stroking faster while you’re chewing on the last bites for the day.

When I‘ve had a bad day or trouble sleeping, I sometimes wake you up to make you have a midnight snack. But today you suspect that we’re both gonna have a quiet night. You love how I‘m regulating my nervous system with your appetite and your fat, it’s so smart and you’re always happy to help. Helping me is easy, you just have to do what you‘ve always enjoyed: eat for a small family and wear the signs of it with pride.

I can’t help but pity you a bit when you get like this. In too deep, flushed and struggling to catch your breath, stuck in place like a beached whale.

“You’ve been so good for me, piggy.” I purr in your ear, playing with your hair. “And it’s gotten me all worked up.” I slip off my shorts and panties and, in a smooth motion, slide myself across your thighs so I sit straddling you. I reach a hand out to brush your stuffed gut and you whimper in pain. You would have flinched away if you weren’t weighed down right now.

“Aw, it’s okay, piggy. Don’t you want to make me feel good?” The whimpers of pain begin to mix with pleasure as I lightly run my hand around your belly. “Good boy.”

Have her wear slave bells. The constant soft jingling of the bells is soothing and a certain reminder of her submission.

When she has broken a rule, talk to her as you punish and make her speak in detail about why what she did was wrong.

If your submissive does not respond to a command ask her first “Are you fighting me?” Check she has understood what is being asked, re-explain and the give her the full command again.

Make her take her take her clothes off every day as soon as she enters your house, apart from a collar: If she is not wearing make her kneel for you to fasten it .

Dress her when it suits you, or leave her instructions on what she is to wear.

A beautiful, special collar will make any slave joyous. Take the time to select the right one, and have her wear it as often as possible.

Give her anklets and tell her she must wear one of them every day, no excuses.

Whenever possible, have her kneel before you and ask to accompany you upon the furniture.

Choose her hairstyle and go with her to get it cut to your specifications.

Whenever possible, have her display herself whenever you come into the room — legs spread, shirt unbuttoned. No matter what position you take, she is to be sure your view is unobstructed

When around the kids or vanilla friends/family, make sure she has an alternative title for you besides Master, such as “my love” etc.

Use her sexually in a rough, selfish way when you feel like it, interrupting whatever she was doing.

Choose a food that she dislikes and have her eat a small portion every day for a week.

Hand feed her from time to time

Have her crawl to bed each night.

Forbid her to touch herself when you are out of town

Choose her clothing each day.

Have her get your daily wardrobe ready for you the night before.

After punishment, have her kiss your boots and thank you for loving her enough to correct her.

Have her bring a warm towel and wash and massage Your feet each day after work.

Get her tattooed (Your choice of art and location).

Get her pierced (or preferably if You are trained, do it Yourself).

Get her branded.

Respect, but push her limits.

Ask her each night what she did that day that You would not have approved of. This gets her in the habit of being completely honest, and also makes her conscious of the things she could do better each day.

Teach her exactly how You want her to kneel, and demand perfection.

Reward her by allowing her to please You sexually.

 Supervise her workout routine.

Each night she is to kneel next to the bed asking permission to sleep with her Master, and each night she does, she is to kneel by the bed in the morning and thank her Master for the privilege.

.Have her polish Your boots weekly, on her knees at Your feet.

 Negotiate until you are both comfortable with the terms and then sign a contract.

Pin the contract on you wall where she can see it

Give her a writing assignment: “The definition of Pain – 1000 words”

 Have her keep a diary of her journey into submission

Instruct her that she may never get herself something to eat or drink in Your presence without first asking You if You want something.

Some evenings, keep her on a leash and take her with You no matter what You do….even if You do not speak to her or include her in Your activities.

Forbid her to speak or look at you for several days and simply have her obey.

When appropriate, she is to speak when spoken to.

Reward her by giving her delicious pleasure.

On occasion, share her, even if it is not sexually and in the form of servitude.

When it suits You, instruct her not to make eye contact with You without Your command.

Have her keep her body clean shaven at all times or else send her for waxing to suit your preferences.

Conduct random inspections of her body to make sure she keeps herself to Your specifications.

Make her wear a butt-plug under her clothes whenever she goes out alone.

Have her keep a butt plug in at occasions, during sleep, or when you punish or use her.

Train her to sleep with her legs spread

Master the art of the meaningful piercing stare.

Give her reading assignments.

Test her on the reading assignments, to make sure she learned the appropriate lessons from each.

Have her write a Diary to reflect on lessons she has learned.

Have her write a blog on her submissive journey

Instruct her to keep her toenails painted perfectly everyday, and check to see that they are before bed

Make it her responsibility to put the toys away after play and punishment, and to keep them clean and neat.

Reward her by letting her name her favorite scene, toys, etc.

Call her your slut, your pet, toy etc

Have her make a list of the 10 things that make her the most self-conscious, uncomfortable or embarrassed.

work with her, having her do the things on the list, so that she conquers those fears and hesitations.

Sometimes, pamper her — wash her body and hair, having her remain perfectly still as you turn her and move her about.

Hand feed her like a small child on occasion.

Have her eat from a dog bowl on occasion.

For transgressions: make her wear a sign to the next public function naming her crime.

Praise her dedication when she has pleased you well.

Instruct her that she is never to touch your body without permission.

Have her write a meditation about her submission, devotion and trust in you, to be said aloud each night before falling asleep.

For transgressions: deny her play.

For transgressions ignore her aide from using her, do not pet her, or talk to her, and forbid her to speak, move or touch you.

For Transgressions forbid her privileges i.e. food she likes, eating at the table, sitting on furniture, listening to music, watching television, use of phone/internet.

In the same ilk, For transgressions: deny her orgasm. Give her sex, but she can’t cum.

. For transgressions: Command that she is to be silent for a week.She may not speak, and will take whatever pain or pleasure you give as silently as possible.

Treat her like a pet in front of friends, making her present herself, turn herself, sit etc.

Give her a writing assignment: “The definition of Obedience – 1000 words”

Have her wear nipple clamps all day.

Tell her one morning that she must cum for you 15 times that day, and then write about the day.

Have her wear a butt plug under her clothing out to dinner.

On your birthday, let her receive your spankings.

Spend time training her how to move to please You.

For transgressions: stand her in the corner like a 3 year old.

Always flog her after completion of a task, even if it was satisfactory. A well flogged slave is a happy slave.

Speak about her as if she were not present.

For  serious transgressions: deny her any D/s at all for a week, letting her do just as she pleases, not allowing her to serve you in any way, no punishment, no instruction, no play, banning titles of respect, etc. This will shame her and certainly make her strive to please you when it is over and she is in her place again.

Defend her honor to those who would disrespect your prized possession.

Pet her often.

Ban her from using the word “no” in ordinary conversation and have her say “I would prefer not”, or “I do not think so”.

Fondle, pinch, grope, slap your submissive at random times when you are preoccupied, out somewhere or passing on a staircase, simply because she is yours and you can.

Modify her body – have her pump her lips daily (both sets!) to keep them plump, keep her corseted under clothes in public.

Make her be webmaster for your site

Whenever possible, have her sleep in a cage.

Buy her sexy or slutty clothes to your liking.

Teach her things, expand her knowledge, in a patient daddy way.

When you are apart, call her and have her masturbate for you.. If you choose to play with others, make sure your slave knows who is first in your heart and that some things are just for her.

Lead her with a loving fist in her hair.

Wake her each morning with an assigned task for the day and make sure it is done by day’s end.

Have her clean keep the house sparkling with her body naked, her legs spread, or on her hands and knees where possible.

Teach her patience.

Videotape your play sessions and watch them together.

Have her place her regular wear shoes in a line by the front door. They should be in a straight line with the laces tucked inside. Inspect them periodically.

Have her kiss the hand/crop/whip that spanks her.

Keep a list of her transgressions in a little book. Let her slip for a while thinking you are not noticing. Then one day, bring out the book and have a day of atonement.

Have her be perfectly still and quiet while you bring her extreme pleasure. When she moves or makes a sound punish her then return to the pleasure.

Keep her locked in her collar when you are home. Wear the key to the lock around your neck.

When possible, have her cook and serve your dinner wearing nothing but a collar.

Buy her a digital camera and give her assignments to take pictures of herself for you in certain outfits or positions, etc.

Don’t be afraid to bring her to tears, for they are yours as well.

Take her and the dog to the park, both on leashes.

Have her fall asleep between your legs, licking your cock and balls, and tell her you expect her to be there when you awake.

Occasionally, fulfill her fantasy.

Keep her nails so long that she cannot touch herself

Master’s word is the last word.

Be consistent.

Take the time to talk to her, learn her fears, her dreams and fantasies. Use your knowledge.

Specify exactly how she will address you in private and in public.

If you are willing to correct her each time she forgets until it is a habit, have her refer to herself as “this slave”

Sometimes do not command her simply force her. Use force to hold her down or put her in the pose you want.

Give her a slave mantra … and ask her the same question with same answers every day to reinforce her understanding of her role and your expectation.  

Repeat to her the facts/conditions of your contract and have her repeat them back to you.  I.e. “You are my submissive, and I am your Master… I own…I am.., you are…. you will 

Fuck her anywhere,This will show her you take what you want. You love her hole and what she’s offering . It doesn’t always have to be in the bedroom or on the couch. If she’s bent over in the laundry room, why not?

Make her asshole a fuck hole,Take her anally. It shows you want her body to be of your use, any hole and every hole. You’re physically telling her that body is yours, for your pleasure, and that what she has to offer is to be your fuck toy.

Cum on her face,Show her where you want to place your cum. she’s there to take your offering and she will love it. Many females will find this humiliating–her face is what she shows the world, and to have it in front of you serving as little more than a deposit will make her feel used. she will also have mixed feelings when she realizes how wet it makes her.

Objectify her,Measure her body parts, treat her like furniture and move her around like she’s a doll. she is your object.

Masturbate into her holes,Either with your hand and the tip into the hole or just mentally keeping in mind that you are using this hole to get yourself off. Again, she will feel used for your purpose, and she will love this treatment.

I WAS WRONG the order is carbs -> protein -> fiber (veggies & whole grains) -> liquid

This is wild, fat boy. You’ve really been letting me push your limits, haven’t you? You’ve really been allowing me to spoil you, to plump you up, to fatten you until you’re busting at the seams.

                It’s been a while now, since you agreed to let me feed you for my own entertainment. For my own satisfaction. And for yours. You can’t lie about that, of course. You know how much you like my cooking. You know how much you like my food. The way I spoil you, fatty. The way I tease you, call you names, as I coax one sugary treat after another between those plump, insatiable lips, as I stuff your eager face with savory, fattening snacks and meals. As I stuff you until you’re barely able to move.

Call it a mutual symbiosis. You get to eat to your heart’s content and I get to watch you grow. I get to watch you fatten. I get to watch you wriggle and squirm as you try to adjust your blimping ass in your seat, as your thickened thighs rub, the fat on your legs battling for space, your stomach threatening the button that barricades the juicy, grabbable band of fat that puffs out, fatter and fatter at your midsection. You know how much I enjoy feeding you, fat boy. And you know, from the smile on my face as you huff and puff after a record stuffing—as you adjust yourself, trying to get used to the new fat rolls that have accumulated beneath your arms, the love handles that press up against your elbows every time you sit—how much I enjoy watching you struggle!

It's so easy. Feeding you. Teasing you. You’re always so hungry, so willing to gobble down whatever snack I dangle in your handsome face! And you get so embarrassed, fatty, by the way I tease you. How I like to grab the fat between your belly button and your waistband, how I like to squeeze it softly, how I like to give it a good jiggle, a solid shake. How enjoy smacking the sides of your doughy gut, giving it a slap after you binge, leaning in behind you, a hand on either side of your tubby frame and shaking your tank while you gasp and squeal!

It’s so fun too, watching the aftermath. Watching you waddle off the chair in shame. Hearing it creak louder with every seat, groaning in relief with every departure. Watching your ass as it widens and expands like thick, blubbering buns, as it fills out your shorts, as it threatens to rip them right up the inseam! Watching your cake jiggle back and forth, your jiggling cheeks rubbing as your fatty bounces behind you. Watching you blush as you notice your shirt riding up, as you yank on it, tugging it over your exposed love handles. Your tits wobbling with every step. Even your handsome face, chubbing up after every feeding, getting more embarrassed as you notice the soft double chin beginning to form beneath your once-defined jawline.

But of course, all that is nothing compared to the denial you are in. it’s evident that you have yet to except what I have done to you, fat boy. I know this, because I see you, trying to fit into the same spaces. Caught off guard as you struggle to buckle your seatbelt in the car, as you watch with alarm as your stomach quivers with every turn of the wheel, with every jostle of the vehicle. The way you huff and puff behind me when I walk too fast in public. How you still try to fit into the same clothes, despite your chub being well exposed by the result of the stuffings.

Why you'll keep getting fatter

Disclaimer: this is simplified. Biology is incredibly complex, some of these topics haven't been fully researched yet. I'm no doctor.

What regulates your weight?

You might believe that you're in control of your weight, but you're. Your weight is mainly controlled by hormones. Think about how many times you decided not to overeat and lose weight and how many times you eventually gave in to the cravings. Those cravings are caused by hormones and how your body/brain interprets them. Two of those hormones are grehlin and leptin. To oversimplify this, grehlin tells your body that you're hungry, leptin tells your body that you're satiated. Grehlin is mainly produced by your gut, leptin by your adipocytes. Adipocytes form adipose tissue, or as I like to call it, that blubbery layer of lard that just keeps growing.

Your body is designed to stay around a normal, healthy weight, which lies between a BMI of 18 and 25 for most people. (I'm aware BMI isn't really a good measure, but we'll ignore that for now since it really doesn't matter for this post). Your body is designed in a way where when you gain some weight, your adipose tissue will signal your body to eat less, through release of leptin. So your body both regulates fat storage and appetite. You have an internal system that should technically prevent you from overeating and becoming obese.

So why do you keep eating?

When you're reading this, you're probably overweight. Your fat cells should be telling you to eat less. So why do you still keep eating so much? That's largely due to what you're eating. Our brains and digestive systems have evolved to deal with natural, whole foods. From meat over vegetables to dairy products. But how often to you prepare a meal from whole ingredients? Have you ever? You'll probably opt for store-bought foods, perhaps ready-to-eat. You might skip grocery shopping all together and just order takeout. But no matter whether you're buying a bag of bread or are ordering McDonald's again, the food you consume is likely to be ultra-processed. While the definition of ultra-processed food is extensive and partially vague, some key characteristics are to replace whole foods, be hyper palatable, highly profitable to the companies who make them, and designed to be over-consumed. It's an capitalistic abomination of what used to be food.

Ultra-processed food contains many ingredients that were never a part of the human diet. Those ingredients simply didn't exist. Modified starches, gums, or processed vegetable oils are just a few of the industry favorites. They allow for the creation of pretty much any texture, from fluffy over creamy to crunchy. Add some artificial flavors, sugar and salt, and you can have anything you want. What's best is that these added ingredients mess with your hormonal regulations. They bypass your body's feedback system of when you've had enough. You don't keep eating until you're satiated. You keep eating until you're full. The food industry makes more money, you gain more weight.

What happens if you keep eating?

As you eat more, your body will store excess energy as lipids (fat) in adipocytes (fat cells). At first, adipocytes just expand. When you're in your mid 20s or older, your adipocytes aren't meant to multiply anymore. After all, you're not designed to get obese anyways. But since you'll ignore satiation when eating ultra-processed food, you'll keep gaining more weight. Your body might try telling you to stop eating, but ultra-processed food silences those calls.

What makes this interesting is that the amount of adipocytes is meant to be stable. They'll only multiply when they can't grow any bigger, and they're really difficult to break down again. After all, why would your body have evolved in a way where it'll directly get rid of important energy storages the second you burn through some of the fuel?

If you keep eating while already having enough fat reserves, your adipocytes will release increasingly more leptin, trying to tell you that you've eaten enough. But you keep lifting that fork and shoveling more down your throat, thanks to those ultra-processed ingredients. You leave your adipocytes no option but to multiply. You're becoming obese.

What happens if you get obese?

A lot of things start to change on a hormonal level when you become obese. So much, that I won't even attempt to cover all of it in this post. One change I find quite interesting is that as your adipocytes release increasingly more leptin, your receptors start getting used to the concentration of them and become desensitized. You're generally losing the ability to sense satiation, no matter what you eat. From here on out, you won't stop eating when you've had enough. If that were the case, you'd barely be eating anything, given how fat you already are. Instead, you'll keep eating until you're physically full.

As you begin to eat until you're physically full, your stomach will expand and you'll have higher releases of grehlin, making you more hungry. You feel strong hunger and low satiation. You're always snacky. How could you not continue eating? The best part of this is that grehlin promotes fat storage. You'll be more hungry, have lost the ability to properly sense when you're full, are destined to overeat, and become more likely to gain even more weight. This is when things begin to spiral.

The inescapable cycle forms.

At this point, I want to introduce our favorite hormone, dopamine. Dopamine isn't just released for pleasure and reward, but for motivation as well. Without dopamine, you wouldn't be doing anything. Dopamine is what gets you moving and keeps you going. It plays a large role in your behavioral feedback system, which tells you which behaviors/actions are good for you, and which are not. When you're obese, you'll probably have associated ultra-processed food with dopamine already. Eating feels rewarding.

What makes this really interesting is that grehlin and dopamine are connected. Grehlin increases dopamine release, which means that you won't just feel hungry, but also a strong motivation or craving to eat. Sound familiar? As you overeat more and grow fatter, this effect only strengthens. If you think back to when you were a few (dozen/hundred) pounds lighter, you probably didn't feel as hungry and snacky as you do now. Although now, you really don't need any food at all anymore. Every pound of fat provides enough energy for about 1.5-2 days. You could probably go without food for months, yet you crave it more than ever before. The reason is simple: you've destroyed the system that regulated your appetite and weight.

The slippery slope of gluttony

Many people refer to what I've talked about so far as the "slippery slope of gluttony", including myself. It starts with just a few pounds, when you grow a bit of a belly and start dipping into the obese range. But it's not just addiction or dopamine that keep you going. It's your appetite and weight regulation that are being fucked by you over-consuming over-processed food. It's like breaking the thermostat on a radiator. You don't know when to stop anymore.

You don't even need to eat junk food for this, as almost anything you'll find in a store is ultra-processed. Even many of the "healthy" options. You can try going for low sugar, low fat, low sodium, and any other diet product as much as you want. You'll still over-consume it and gain more weight. Those foods are designed that way. The more you eat, the more you consume, the more money food corporations make by making you obese. They're pouring billions into researching new ingredients to make their foods more hyper palatable and more addictive. You don't stand a chance.

The best part

Either you got here because this is your fetish, or because gaining weight turned into your fetish. What I wrote so far should alarm you. Billion-dollar corporations making over-processed foods, designed to replace whole foods, be over-consumed, while fucking up your hormonal regulations. The more you consume, the fatter you get, the more they profit. All across the world, especially in western countries, obesity rates are going through the roof. Every year, people get fatter. Why buy a whole-grain handmade (not ultra-processed) loaf of bread from a bakery when you can buy ultra-processed industrial bread for ¼ of the price? Capitalism turned fattening you up into a very profitable business.

But does this alarm you? Or are you edging while reading this, loving how fucked up and dystopian this sounds? Now that you know how helpless you are in the first place, do you want to deliberately dive in deeper? Do you want to see just how bad it can get? It's not your fault anyways, it's the system.

One of the most successful ways of losing weight has been ozempic, which increases your leptin sensitivity, allowing you to properly sense satiation again. Yes, you'd have to take drugs for your hormonal regulations to work properly again. That's how fucked up you are. The second people stop using it, they blow back up.

Where do we go from here?

The ghrelin-dopamine + over-processed foods combination will always make you overeat again, just like you've done so many times already. It doesn't matter whether you try to lose weight or go on a strict diet. You might be able to lose some weight, but you'll blow up again eventually. Your hormonal regulations are fucked. You're destined to keep getting fatter and except from taking drugs, there is little you can do.

So why not accept this? Why not accept that you're fucked? You're not to blame, and it's certainly not your fault that everything is over-processed and designed to be over-consumed. And if you're being honest, doesn't the thought of a system that's designed to fatten people up for profit turn you on? Isn't that a pretty hot feederism fantasy come to life?

Why you'll keep getting fatter

Disclaimer: this is simplified. Biology is incredibly complex, some of these topics haven't been fully researched yet. I'm no doctor.

What regulates your weight?

You might believe that you're in control of your weight, but you're. Your weight is mainly controlled by hormones. Think about how many times you decided not to overeat and lose weight and how many times you eventually gave in to the cravings. Those cravings are caused by hormones and how your body/brain interprets them. Two of those hormones are grehlin and leptin. To oversimplify this, grehlin tells your body that you're hungry, leptin tells your body that you're satiated. Grehlin is mainly produced by your gut, leptin by your adipocytes. Adipocytes form adipose tissue, or as I like to call it, that blubbery layer of lard that just keeps growing.

Your body is designed to stay around a normal, healthy weight, which lies between a BMI of 18 and 25 for most people. (I'm aware BMI isn't really a good measure, but we'll ignore that for now since it really doesn't matter for this post). Your body is designed in a way where when you gain some weight, your adipose tissue will signal your body to eat less, through release of leptin. So your body both regulates fat storage and appetite. You have an internal system that should technically prevent you from overeating and becoming obese.

So why do you keep eating?

When you're reading this, you're probably overweight. Your fat cells should be telling you to eat less. So why do you still keep eating so much? That's largely due to what you're eating. Our brains and digestive systems have evolved to deal with natural, whole foods. From meat over vegetables to dairy products. But how often to you prepare a meal from whole ingredients? Have you ever? You'll probably opt for store-bought foods, perhaps ready-to-eat. You might skip grocery shopping all together and just order takeout. But no matter whether you're buying a bag of bread or are ordering McDonald's again, the food you consume is likely to be ultra-processed. While the definition of ultra-processed food is extensive and partially vague, some key characteristics are to replace whole foods, be hyper palatable, highly profitable to the companies who make them, and designed to be over-consumed. It's an capitalistic abomination of what used to be food.

Ultra-processed food contains many ingredients that were never a part of the human diet. Those ingredients simply didn't exist. Modified starches, gums, or processed vegetable oils are just a few of the industry favorites. They allow for the creation of pretty much any texture, from fluffy over creamy to crunchy. Add some artificial flavors, sugar and salt, and you can have anything you want. What's best is that these added ingredients mess with your hormonal regulations. They bypass your body's feedback system of when you've had enough. You don't keep eating until you're satiated. You keep eating until you're full. The food industry makes more money, you gain more weight.

What happens if you keep eating?

As you eat more, your body will store excess energy as lipids (fat) in adipocytes (fat cells). At first, adipocytes just expand. When you're in your mid 20s or older, your adipocytes aren't meant to multiply anymore. After all, you're not designed to get obese anyways. But since you'll ignore satiation when eating ultra-processed food, you'll keep gaining more weight. Your body might try telling you to stop eating, but ultra-processed food silences those calls.

What makes this interesting is that the amount of adipocytes is meant to be stable. They'll only multiply when they can't grow any bigger, and they're really difficult to break down again. After all, why would your body have evolved in a way where it'll directly get rid of important energy storages the second you burn through some of the fuel?

If you keep eating while already having enough fat reserves, your adipocytes will release increasingly more leptin, trying to tell you that you've eaten enough. But you keep lifting that fork and shoveling more down your throat, thanks to those ultra-processed ingredients. You leave your adipocytes no option but to multiply. You're becoming obese.

What happens if you get obese?

A lot of things start to change on a hormonal level when you become obese. So much, that I won't even attempt to cover all of it in this post. One change I find quite interesting is that as your adipocytes release increasingly more leptin, your receptors start getting used to the concentration of them and become desensitized. You're generally losing the ability to sense satiation, no matter what you eat. From here on out, you won't stop eating when you've had enough. If that were the case, you'd barely be eating anything, given how fat you already are. Instead, you'll keep eating until you're physically full.

As you begin to eat until you're physically full, your stomach will expand and you'll have higher releases of grehlin, making you more hungry. You feel strong hunger and low satiation. You're always snacky. How could you not continue eating? The best part of this is that grehlin promotes fat storage. You'll be more hungry, have lost the ability to properly sense when you're full, are destined to overeat, and become more likely to gain even more weight. This is when things begin to spiral.

The inescapable cycle forms.

At this point, I want to introduce our favorite hormone, dopamine. Dopamine isn't just released for pleasure and reward, but for motivation as well. Without dopamine, you wouldn't be doing anything. Dopamine is what gets you moving and keeps you going. It plays a large role in your behavioral feedback system, which tells you which behaviors/actions are good for you, and which are not. When you're obese, you'll probably have associated ultra-processed food with dopamine already. Eating feels rewarding.

What makes this really interesting is that grehlin and dopamine are connected. Grehlin increases dopamine release, which means that you won't just feel hungry, but also a strong motivation or craving to eat. Sound familiar? As you overeat more and grow fatter, this effect only strengthens. If you think back to when you were a few (dozen/hundred) pounds lighter, you probably didn't feel as hungry and snacky as you do now. Although now, you really don't need any food at all anymore. Every pound of fat provides enough energy for about 1.5-2 days. You could probably go without food for months, yet you crave it more than ever before. The reason is simple: you've destroyed the system that regulated your appetite and weight.

The slippery slope of gluttony

Many people refer to what I've talked about so far as the "slippery slope of gluttony", including myself. It starts with just a few pounds, when you grow a bit of a belly and start dipping into the obese range. But it's not just addiction or dopamine that keep you going. It's your appetite and weight regulation that are being fucked by you over-consuming over-processed food. It's like breaking the thermostat on a radiator. You don't know when to stop anymore.

You don't even need to eat junk food for this, as almost anything you'll find in a store is ultra-processed. Even many of the "healthy" options. You can try going for low sugar, low fat, low sodium, and any other diet product as much as you want. You'll still over-consume it and gain more weight. Those foods are designed that way. The more you eat, the more you consume, the more money food corporations make by making you obese. They're pouring billions into researching new ingredients to make their foods more hyper palatable and more addictive. You don't stand a chance.

The best part

Either you got here because this is your fetish, or because gaining weight turned into your fetish. What I wrote so far should alarm you. Billion-dollar corporations making over-processed foods, designed to replace whole foods, be over-consumed, while fucking up your hormonal regulations. The more you consume, the fatter you get, the more they profit. All across the world, especially in western countries, obesity rates are going through the roof. Every year, people get fatter. Why buy a whole-grain handmade (not ultra-processed) loaf of bread from a bakery when you can buy ultra-processed industrial bread for ¼ of the price? Capitalism turned fattening you up into a very profitable business.

But does this alarm you? Or are you edging while reading this, loving how fucked up and dystopian this sounds? Now that you know how helpless you are in the first place, do you want to deliberately dive in deeper? Do you want to see just how bad it can get? It's not your fault anyways, it's the system.

One of the most successful ways of losing weight has been ozempic, which increases your leptin sensitivity, allowing you to properly sense satiation again. Yes, you'd have to take drugs for your hormonal regulations to work properly again. That's how fucked up you are. The second people stop using it, they blow back up.

Where do we go from here?

The ghrelin-dopamine + over-processed foods combination will always make you overeat again, just like you've done so many times already. It doesn't matter whether you try to lose weight or go on a strict diet. You might be able to lose some weight, but you'll blow up again eventually. Your hormonal regulations are fucked. You're destined to keep getting fatter and except from taking drugs, there is little you can do.

So why not accept this? Why not accept that you're fucked? You're not to blame, and it's certainly not your fault that everything is over-processed and designed to be over-consumed. And if you're being honest, doesn't the thought of a system that's designed to fatten people up for profit turn you on? Isn't that a pretty hot feederism fantasy come to life?

A little disclaimer: This is just a fantasy post made "purely" for entertainment. I do not recommend doing this IRL… or do I? Don't care :D

By "ruined," I mean gaining a ton of weight, losing all your fitness, dropping braincells, and turning your entire life into a nonstop hedonistic binge.

Minimize Movement: Don't move a muscle unless you absolutely have to. Set up your life so you never leave the bed if possible - switch to online classes, work remotely, or better yet, find a feeder to bring you food and handle all the boring adult stuff. Move your bed right next to the door or bathroom to cut down on those pesky steps. Rule of thumb - fewer steps mean more flab. This'll cause you to lose muscle mass and strength super quick, so you'll get exhausted from the tiniest activity and spend even more time lounging around, packing on the pounds like the lazy sow you aspire to be.

Track Your Calories: Count those calories, but make it brain-dead easy - no thinking required. Download an app that lets you just select your food and it counts everything up. Set your goal to double your current weight in three years - the app will tell you exactly how many calories to shove in daily. Bonus if you've got a feeder doing it for you. If you miss your daily quota? No cumming the next day, or double up on the eats. That'll turn you into a calorie-obsessed piglet who lives for that stuffed feeling.

Always Be Snacking: Keep snacks on you at all times - bags of chips, candy, energy drinks, or shakes. The second you're not eating a main meal, start munching. Aim for a perpetually full stomach. Pro tip for the extreme pervs: Hold off eating until afternoon so your body thinks it's starving and hoards more fat. Or gorge late at night when your metabolism is the slowest.

Guzzle Sugary Drinks: Chug high-calorie liquids nonstop - sodas, milkshakes, energy drinks, whatever packs the most empty calories without effort. Keep a stash by your bed and sip constantly - it'll bloat you up, spike your sugar addiction, and make you even lazier since you don't have to chew. Why bother with solid food when you can slurp your way to obesity?

Eat Unhealthily: Yeah, it's cliché, but feedees should live on fast food - burgers, pizza, fries every damn day. It's insanely addictive - once your body craves that greasy hit nightly, the pounds will pile on like nothing. You're not a health nut - you're a junk-food junkie.

Smoke Weed: Light up that green! If smoking's not your vibe, go for a weed pen or edibles. This stuff makes you dumber, hungrier, and hornier - tailor-made for perverted pigs like you. Don't even get me started on building a dependency - it'll have you munching mindlessly while your brain turns to mush.

Ignore Your Health and Body Signals: Tune out any pain, fatigue, or doctor's warnings - those are just your body whining about the fun we're having. Push past fullness, ignore heartburn. Focus on the instant pleasure of indulgence - long-term consequences? Who cares when you're living the hedonistic dream? Keep going until you're a wheezing, waddling mess - adorable!

Link Sex with Eating: Wire your brain to associate sexual pleasure with stuffing your face. Every feedee I know who gets wet/hard just from food, is enormous - why? Eating turns them on, leading to more edging and more eating in a vicious, delicious cycle. Achieve this by edging or pleasuring yourself every time you eat, and never edge without food nearby. It's a total mindfuck, but perfect for turning you into a food-obsessed fuckpig who can't tell the difference between hunger and horniness.

Build a Food Addiction: Link eating to every emotion - not just sex. Bored? Stuff it down with a burger. Sad? Ice cream binge. Happy? Celebrate with cake. Angry? Eat fries to calm down. Make food your go-to for everything, so when life hits hard (like a breakup), your first instinct is to gorge - and get ridiculously aroused in the process.

Watch Tons of Porn: Dive deep into porn, especially feedism stuff on Tumblr, Twitter, DA, or wherever. Consume and interact with the kink constantly to normalize obese bodies in your brain. You want to reach the point where gaining for fetish feels totally normal. Plus, porn's more addictive than heroin - spend your days jerking off instead of exercising or thinking straight. Waste away into a porn-addicted blob.

Only Edge: No full orgasms for lazy pigs who can still get out of bed - you haven't earned it! Seriously though, edging is insanely pleasurable, prolongs the fun, and builds addiction. It also prevents that post-nut clarity where you might regret your life choices. I edge all day and finish late at night - your goal is waking up horny and needing that dopamine hit from touching yourself first thing. Bonus: Gooning - sexualize your own addiction to porn and edging until you're a drooling mess.

Follow Softcore on Your Normie Socials: On your regular social media, start following softcore porn, mukbangs, plus-size models, or ideally plus-size porn stars. It'll trigger more edging while normalizing obesity and gaining. Soon, scrolling Instagram will make you crave calories.

Experiment with Hypnosis or Audio Files: Dive into weight gain hypno audios or files designed for this kink. Listen daily to reprogram your mind into craving expansion, laziness, and submission. It'll amplify the mental conditioning, making you dumber and more obedient to your urges.

Get Dumber: I adore bimboification, but this isn't just my kink - being stupider is great for gainers! Someone who doesn't think, plan, or question gets fattened way past their limits easily. Flunk out of school, forget responsibilities. Focus only on food, weed, porn, sex, or your phone screen. If a thought strays from gaining? Shut it down. Plan nothing but your next meal.

Create Rituals: Build daily habits, like weighing yourself just for the thrill of seeing the numbers climb, or snapping progress pics for the community. Make stuffing sessions sacred events with specific snacks and porn. These rituals reinforce the hedonism, turning gaining into a worshipful routine.

Join the Community: Nothing motivates a gainer like hundereds of anonymous profiles urging you to get fatter. Believe it or not, the internet's full of pervs cheering on your self-destruction - some even pay for it! Start an OnlyFans, Fansly, or whatever, and monetize your body. Ideally, let it replace your job.

Corrupt Others: Spread the kink! Talking to someone unsure about gaining? Tell them how amazing it feels and push them to start. Friend scared of hitting 300 lbs? Shove 'em over the edge. Buddy worried his girlfriend won't gain? Assure him she secretly wants it. The more people you drag into this with you, the better you'll feel - misery loves company.

You can feel it, can’t you? That pull toward me growing stronger every single day.

At first, you’ll try to resist. You’ll tell yourself this is the last time, that you’re logging off for good. You’ll delete, burn the account, swear it’s over.

But obsession isn’t something you control, darling. It’s something I control.

You’ll always circle back to me, no matter how far you wander. Every relapse leads you right here, back under my spell.

You’ll never forget the way my words made your chest tighten, your belly ache, your mind flood with gluttonous need. And nothing else will ever compare.

So go ahead, disappear if you must. Pretend you can fight this. Pretend you can ever forget me.

But when the hunger claws back, when your fingers shake to make yet another Tumblr account in the dead of night, you’ll type my name into the search bar.

Because you’ll need me.

Better memorize my handle, little piggy. Burn it into your mind.

When you relapse, and you will, you’ll come crawling right back to the only one who owns your obsession. Even if you try to 'run,' I’ll still own your relapse.

“Just like that, sweetheart” He whispers.

i’m on my knees.

Still wrapped in soft pink tape.

Tied and trembling. Lips parted. Eyes glassy.

My whole body aches — not from pain, but from how much He loves me.

He brushes the hair from my cheeks, touching me like i’m a treasure.

Even as His cock slides across my tongue.

“you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen,” He murmurs.

i moan softly. i want to thank Him, but my mouth is full.

And He doesn’t stop.

“your mouth was made for this,” He says, smiling as He strokes my cheek.

“and your heart was made for Me.”

His words melt me.

He’s not rough. He’s not cruel.

He’s just kind.

So sweet. slow. deep.

He fucks my mouth like He’s kissing me from the inside out.

And every time i choke a little, He holds me still and whispers,

“Good girl… My good girl… you’re doing so well.”

my clit is pulsing.

my whole body is soaked.

He hasn’t even touched it yet — and i’m already close.

just from His voice.

just from His love.

His hand finally slides between my legs, and i twitch.

“you need it, angel?”

i nod, desperately.

“Then give it to Me,” He says. “Cum for Me like the perfect treasure you are.”

His fingers press just right and i explode.

Shaking. Breathless. Soaking the floor.

And He holds me through it like i’m holy.

Like He's worshipping me, like i’m His church.

When i collapse forward, dazed and drooling, He cups my chin.

“you’ve been so good,” He says.

“you’ve earned it.”

i know what He means.

He slides His cock back in my mouth.

Not fast. not rough.

precise.

And then He gives it to me.

His lollipop.

His gift.

His reward.

i moan around Him, eyes rolling back, as His cum fills my throat.

He groans, head tilted back, chest rising.

Then He looks down at me.

Proud, gentle and in love.

“Swallow it all, angel. Let Me fill My good girl.”

i do.

Every drop.

And when i’m done?

He kisses my forehead. Untapes me. Wraps me in a blanket and pulls me into His lap like the most precious thing He’s ever owned.

and all i can say, over and over, is:

“Thank You.”

cw: manipulation, darker feeder thoughts, corruption 💞

first, i would always say yes to sex and getting you off until you fall asleep. cook your favorite meals and spoonfeed you, letting you know how much i enjoy your body and how attractive your appetite is~

i would wear revealing clothes in public and press myself against you until you can barely handle it. i would put junk food into your hands and tell you to focus on eating to distract you from your boner, but teasing you more the fuller you get<3

until we get back to the car, and you are so desperate for release you beg me to get you off, even though i can barely pull down your pants because of how full you are ~

you will get used to knowing that you can get food and pleasure whenever you want, associating the two. you start piling on weight from all the eating and barely moving, and your stamina significantly worsens. you go from always being on top to having a beer belly that makes it so you cant even fuck me properly and instead i end up riding you whenever you run out of breath. this scares you, and you tell yourself that you will get a grip and start a diet

and that is fine! i am your supportive girlfriend after all, but this means i will no longer cook and bake all of your favorite foods to support your efforts, and stop riding you every time we have sex so you can work on increasing your stamina again. you will also no longer get as much attention from me, given that you are not eating as much<3

and i can only imagine how sexually frustrated you will get, going from getting off multiple times to barely once every couple days, not having your body worshipped every time you do anything and to top it all off, you are stuck eating healthy food that is not giving you the same dopamine rush junk food did.

you start resorting to porn to get off, watching video after video, chasing that high. you cum multiple times to them. every time shame hits you, you get hornier<3. somehow, you still feel something is missing until you come across edging. it started out as something you did a couple times to make your orgasms feel better, but it quickly turned into something you needed to feel good at all~

you still missed the junk food more than you would like to admit, and although you lost some weight, you were extremely demotivated. you tell me you wanted to ease on the diet, and i was more than happy to tell you its a good idea. i would now give you everything you wanted whenever you pigged out, both food and pleasure wise. anyone who could think straight would notice the connection, but you were too busy feeling blissful to notice<3

on the days i wasn’t all over you, you started having a routine, at first you would only edge and watch porn after work, but as time went on it became something you did before going to work too, sometimes even being late. as the months go on, you became bolder, and would even watch porn and edge yourself in the work bathroom - the taboo turning you on even more. you became bolder and more demanding, asking me for nudes to get off to during your shift<3 many evenings you would say fuck it and order take out repeatedly at work, eating until you were almost bursting, getting off in the bathroom and doing your best to stay awake and out of a food comma

sometimes, after your shift you even go to the drive through, stuffing yourself with fast food before coming home and eating second dinner with me, getting yourself off if i wasn’t up for it<3

at some point, you started chasing that high pretty much every day. you started slacking off at work to the point where they had to fire you, which filled you with anxiety. you were already getting fat and lazy, even though you kept telling me that you are working on it. being unemployed on top of it? you were sure i would leave you. and what did you turn to? porn. junk food. escapism. you would wait until i left for work and tell yourself you would look for a job, and instead end up brainlessly consuming porn and ordering takeout. you got fatter, lazier, more addicted. you told me you were dropping the diet because you wanted to focus on the job search, but we both knew you would not go back to dieting<3

knowing that i could get you to eat whatever i want, id make sure the pounds keeping piling on. maybe even sabotage your job hunt so you stay home even more. ordering take out to the house while you are home so you keep eating <33

you really start letting yourself go, mindlessly grazing throughout the day, edging while eating, watching porn while playing video games. wearing boxers a size too small because you can’t even be bothered to buy new ones. fry your brain with so much dopamine that doing anything but these three things feels wrong. let me enable you every step of the way, making you believe this is how it’s meant to be. i’ll break down what little willpower you have left more each day~

let me tease you and laugh at how out of shape you are, telling you that your fat pad is swallowing your dick so much you can barely fuck me. let me ride you while you are shoving food down because you don’t feel good enough to cum unless you have something in your mouth.

It’s not because I’m disappointed or dissatisfied with your progress piggy. It’s because I know you’re special. I know your gluttonous behavior is unrivaled. You’re going to be so so so big. I’m so lucky to be the one helping you along. I know things haven’t been easy lately. You can’t really get around anymore. Walking is so burdensome for a hog your size. Plus even if you could walk more than 20 steps you’re limited to the range of your oxygen line. So, we don’t even bother to have you stand up mainly. It’s better for you that way. Why waste the calories when I can just get you what you need? I simply love being your caretaker. Knowing you depend on me for everything is so thrilling. It’s even hotter knowing that with each passing day I’m solidifying your dependency on me because I’m feeding you fatter and fatter. Even when I’m at work or away at the gym getting skinnier and hotter for you, I leave snacks on your bedside. It’s been months since you’ve seen anything of the outside world. You’re too fat and lazy to even look out the window. Why should you be concerned with that anyway? Food, fat, and me are all you need. Besides you get enough socialization from your video games when you’re not being funnel fed or Im on top of you. It’s a life you wouldn’t want any other way. It’s a life I wouldn’t want any other way. So no, you’re not fat enough yet piggy.

HAHA I knowwwwww. I can honestly say it just kind of… happened. I wasn’t trying, the weight just keeps coming. Thinking about my routine though, there are a few tips I have for anyone aspiring to or struggling to gain. So here they are…

WEIGHT GAIN TIPS FROM SAVOURANDSWELL

#1. 🥛MILK🥛:

I love milk. The value of milk to growing and maintaining my weight cannot be overstated. I consider it the most important aspect. A litre of whole milk contains anywhere from 650-850 calories, nearly double that if it’s Half&Half. SODA DOESN’T COME CLOSE TO NUMBERS LIKE THAT‼️ That’s not even to mention how nutritious milk is, you’ll get fatter, but somehow feel fitter. Trust me- if you want some easy gains, drink less soda and more milk.

#2. ❌No Small Snacks❌:

Small snacks will sabotage your appetite. If you’re hungry but all you have available is a packet of chips or some fruit? Leave them, stay hungry. Let that feeling grow- let your mind be consumed by the thought of food and wait until you have the chance to eat a real meal. You’ll eat far more calories then than if you’d given in for a paltry couple hundred.

#3. ⬆️BIG Meals & Eat Them Quickly⬆️:

If you can handle it, cut out snacks completely and eat 2-3 big meals a day. Your stomach will struggle to feel a difference between a huge amount of calories eaten far apart and a small amount eaten regularly throughout the day- but the scales will notice. 6000 calories spread across 3 meals will leave you feeling no more full than 2500 spread through small meals and snacks.

When you do eat your meals, EAT FAST. None should take much longer than 15-20 minutes, if they do, your body will start to feel it and your appetite will fail. I love to savour my food- but I save that for fancy dinners and sessions with a partner. If you want to gain, eat quickly and without very much thought at all. That leads me to my next point-

#4. 📱Eat Mindlessly📱

Don’t think too much when you eat, not even about how much you’re enjoying the food. There’s a real and powerful connection between mind and body- if you’re truly aware of how much food you’re eating, you will feel more full. Try not think about it, distract yourself by watching a movie, or YouTube, or talking to someone. Have all your food ready next to you, and shovel it in while you focus on something else.

#5. 💤Eat Your Biggest Meal Just Before You Sleep💤

Conventional wisdom states that eating before you sleep will make you fatter because your body is more sedentary- that doesn’t really make much sense, a calorie is a calorie regardless of when you eat it. HOWEVER, much of my previous advice will be perfectly applied by eating at this time. You will have had to wait quite a while between meals to eat at this time, making you very hungry. You will be tired, helping you to eat mindlessly. Besides that- you will get the pure bliss of descending into a sweet food coma every night, and leave just enough time for you to wake up hungry all over again.

Leaving trays of cookies and brownies out to cool before I go to the gym. Knowing as I'm working out you won't be able to resist devouring them. Coming home and seeing your adorable chubby cheeks flush with embarrassment as you struggle to come up with a reason why all my baking has disappeared in such a short time. Pulling your too tight shirt down in a vain attempt to cover your belly which can't quite stretch enough to keep you covered properly after your gluttonous snack.

Ordering double food, and pretending the restaurant must've made a mistake and sent extra. Seeing just how much of it you can force into your growing belly in one sitting. Each time your self control gets a little worse.

Hey so if you're a person whose thighs touch when you walk and you want to wear skirts, shorts, or swimsuits this summer without chub rub this is the quick guide from a fat person who enjoys wearing skirts.

For those who don't know, Chub Rub is a painful burn that’s caused by friction, which generates when bare thighs rub together during walking and running and is exacerbated by heat and sweat.

There are two main ways to avoid Chub Rub, broadly speaking.

The first one is:

Physical Barriers work by keeping your thighs covered in fabric so they don't touch and chafe.

Bike Shorts -Pro: Comfortable, stretchy, has pockets. Perfect if your skirt is longer than your shorts and not sheer. Super good in the winter. -Cons: Hot, almost never come in neutral or skin tones, so they’ll show up under anything sheer.

Bandelettes- Thigh bands that stay in place with a silicone strip. They can be cute, like garter belts, or simple. -Pros: Comfortable. Can be sexy, More discreet than shorts, Excellent choice if you want an exposed midriff. They stay in place all day. Easier bathroom access then shapewear or bike shorts. -Cons: No pockets. May not be wide enough to be effective for extra good thighs. Silicone bands that hold them in place can pull hairs and be painful.

Shapewear -Pros: Almost always come in skin tones. Shape the booty, slide really well. Cooler than bike shorts. -Cons: Extra difficult bathroom access, often high waisted and long so they don’t work well with short skirts. rarely have pockets.

The big con to this category is that you're limited in how short your skirt can be since for the shorts and bandelettes to work they need to be long enough to cover all parts of your thighs that touch when you walk. Depending on the shape of your legs, thighs, and your gait that could mean your shorts are pretty long. For me, I'd need my shorts to be almost knee length to be effective.

Knee length shorts under mini skirts aren't for me. Which is where the second category comes in!

The title says it all. These are various kinds of gels and stuff that you apply directly to your thighs to keep they sliding smoothly past one another without chafing.

The big pro of this category is that all the products are Invisible so they work with every fit, no matter the size of the thighs! They’re even useful when wearing swim suits. Just remember to reapply after you get out of the water. The cons are that some formulas can cause breakouts, and most will need to be reapplied several times throughout the day so you’ll have to carry it around with you. None of these specific brands gave me breakouts, but my skin is not your skin.

There are other anti chafing gels and creams and sticks out there, but these are ones I've tried and like very much.

Monistat anti chafing gel Lasts: 3-5 hours Invisible, cooling, feels great on the skin. Works even through high heat and sweat. I’m sensitive to textures and the powder-like feel of this stuff when it’s dry is amazing. I'm not sure if it's "waterproof" but I sweat in my thigh area a lot and this stuff really sticks it out like a dream. It lasts far longer then I do between bathroom breaks so I just reapply it each time I use the bathroom and let it dry on my thighs for a minute.

Megababe Thigh Rescue Lotion Anti-Chafe Stick Lasts: 3 hours The deodorant stick makes application easy and fast, It goes on smooth and feels fine! Comes in a mini version that makes it easy to keep on your person and reapply through the day. The big con is that this stuff melts kind easy on hot days. which makes a mess in your bag or pocket. It doesn’t do great with sweat and will need to be reapplied more often. It's unscented.

Skin Slick spray Lasts: 4-5 hours. This comes in an aerosol can so it’s not an option if you’re flying. Outside of that, it’s great. Feels nice and keeps your thighs cool. Goes on fast and easy, works well even when you’re sweating because it’s designed for sports. The best option for beach days.

To finish this post off here are some commonly suggested chub rub hacks i don't recommend and why. Deodorant- ineffective and if you use the wrong kind, it can actually make it worse. Baby Powder: Okay so this a mixed bag. Over all, it does work pretty well for a short time. And who can deny that there isn't much that feels better then a healthy sprinkle of baby powder down your shorts on a sweaty day. It soaks up your sweat and makes you feel cool and dry. The problem is that it doesn't work for very long before needing to be reapplied, by which time the previously applied powder is clumping. Not to mention it leaves white powder all over the place. I'll be honest, I often put this stuff in my bag when I'm going to be outside all day in the hot sun. At pride, summer festivals, hikes, camping, fairs, I always have it with me just in case. But I have to be a little desperate to bust it out because it makes such a mess and smells so strongly. It's a last resort.

The Chub Rub Patch- This is the absolute worst thing I've ever tried for chub rub. It's essentially a large band aid with no pad that you stick on your inner thighs. Throughout the day, the edges of these patches kept getting caught on one another and starting to peel and stick to my other thighs which gave me worse chub rub then if i had used nothing. I thought maybe I applied them wrong, so I tried them again the next day, this time taking care to make sure my thighs were clean and dry before applying. Same thing happened. And they hurt to take off. Like a band aid. They're single use, and pretty expensive. They come in one size, so they won't work for a lot of bigger thighs. These suck. They're ugly as fuck too. Do not use these things.

Body/baby oil- This is a very effective way to fry up your thighs. After a day of walking around you're thighs will look just like fried chicken.

Body Lotion- a move i've only ever seen attempted out of real desperation. This is a bad idea. The lotion rubs in so fast that you won't get ten steps before needing more. If you're chub rub is bad enough that you're trying this hack, it's time to find a pharmacy and get some Monistat anti chafing gel. I once saw a woman at a pride tie two trash bags around her thighs and it worked better then lotion.

You are so fucked now, tubby. You went ahead and made yourself into a food addict.

Do you know how hard it is to quit a food addiction? Less than 5% of morbidly obese people that diet manage to keep the weight off. And they don't have a fetish sabotaging them like you do.

The "normal" fatties get a nice big dopamine hit when they binge on junk food. You get that AND a nice hard dick buried in your fat pad. How can you resist piggy?

Go ahead and try to diet, see what happens. You can't just stop eating, but low calorie foods are disappointing and eating them makes you miserable. If you were just a regular fat guy, maybe you could get away with giving yourself a cheat day. But you're a pig at heart, and as soon as you start eating that delicious fatty food, you won't be able to stop. You won't just enjoy a big meal, you'll stuff yourself till it hurts, and then jerk off your little pig dick to the shame of it. And just like that you'll give up and go back to fattening yourself up. Rinse and repeat however many times you'd like porky, but the result will always be the same.

It really doesn't matter what happens now, you're always going to be a big fat pig. Social pressure starts getting to you? The embarrassment you feel at being so fat will just fuel your fetish and make you want to eat more to cope. Health scare? You'll try to diet, but you know how that ends up (spoiler: you'll be jerking off to your failure with a belly full of ice cream before you know it).