Deprived and Depraved

I’m thankful for my feeders that keep blowing my gut up 🐽 🙏 💥

A week straight of bingeing until I’m about to blow. This can’t be good for me?? Can it??

I think my appetite is ruined bc now I can’t stop thinking about food. I always need to eat and blow myself up. My belly is getting bigger god even my face and neck have blown up. My double chin is getting huge.

Guys… I think I have a problem… You’re going to make me 300 pounds.. then 400 pounds…. Then…? 🐖

C*shapp: $hvnkrock

V*nmo: hvnkrock

"Imagine how big I'll be at 400...500..." and then they trail off.

It's somehow taboo. It feels perverted to even suggest the possibility. The visual doesn't compute. The day-to-day experience suddenly becomes unfamiliar.

You can be playfully housebound at 500lbs.

You can't say the same at 600lbs. At that point, you'll be so undignified. Purposefully eating away your life.

Somehow, some way, reaching that size will defeat you. Something has to give. It's one thing to avoid going outside or needing all sorts of help to properly bathe, sleep, and feel comfortable. It's an entirely different story when your body legitimately becomes a prison. There's no more whimsy about staying inside. You WILL need help. Mandatory. No amount of wanting to do things will let you achieve them. Need bathing? Need food? Need an extra blanket or the fan turned on? You'll be forced to wait in bed until your feeder is present to help.

The best thing about all of this is I know this terrifying lifestyle makes you cum. The thoughts flicker in your mind.

It's not enough to be fat, I want to see the addict brain. It needs to be an ugly decline. I should know that leaving any food within arm's reach will be eaten, even if the craving isn't there, even if the desire isn't there.

That first adjustment to living with a feeder is rough. Yes it's heaven to be treated well, to not be bothered by any responsibility. The food though. You never ate so much than you did in the first week. Discomfort. Forceful. Laboring on those final bites of a portion multiple times a day.

It fucks you up. You could go well into the next day without even thinking of food. But it's brought early and often. The first sweet and savory morsels trigger you. If you don't have food, you can be fine. If you have food... you can't stop until it runs out, or until you shut down.

How bad does one year of gaining like this hit?

Pleas of needing to slow down, admitting that unless I play along... you'll never find the part of you that can slow down. Anxious, panicked eating. Knowing it's getting BAD. Realizing the reality of being bedridden isn't a fantasy... it happens to people like you. The ones who get accustomed to 3000 calories a day, then 4000, 5000. Never finding a routine where you aren't adjusting to more snacks and meals.

Days become routine. Addicts crave it. Funnels and shakes on Monday. Entire cakes on Tuesday. An entire batch of cookies for Wednesday. Then you start craving the funnel on Thursday again.

The second year puts you in way too deep.

It never became enough. It's embarrassing to have become so trapped in the cycle, but the thought of giving it up is horrifying. Eating quiets the voices. You don't move enough to notice the added weight. You're a shut in. Anything challenging is removed.

It's insanity to process how much food you eat. How much is forced into you when you are already at the point of exhaustion. Becoming accustomed to waking at 4am with something soft and sweet being pushed past your lips. It fucks with your sleep, but food helps you feel drowsy again anyway.

Crying when you break the couch. Unable to get up. Pleading for a break when I situate you in bed next to a plate of desserts. Watching as your eyes glaze over once I prod you to eat. You shut off. Grunting, wheezing as you start plucking food off the tray one piece at a time. Your bed is the only place in the home that can hold your weight. Your own home has become inaccessible.

POV you’re buried under hundreds of pounds of lard >.<

Adding ghreline to everything you eat and drink, without telling you. Ghreline is a hormone that'll tell your body it's hungry and to keep eating

Tying you up and properly force feeding you. That means that the tube doesn't just go into your mouth, but all the way down to your stomach, so I can always fill it to the brim with weight gain shake and you have no way of stopping it

The good ol' making you cum your brains out while stuffing you until you get addicted to both junk food and orgasms so you'll lie around all day, gooning and stuffing yourself. It's be even more fun if you kept trying to quit but couldn't, because you can't get rid of your triggers (natural hunger and libido)

Having 2 similarly built subs, one to fatten up and one to keep skinny. I'd inspect both side by side, humiliating the fat one for putting so much blubber and praising the skinny one in front of the other for her perfect figure. To make it more interesting, the skinny one would constantly be surrounded by junk food as well, but if they surpass a certain weight or daily calorie intake, they'll be fattened as well. Y'know, as punishment for their greed

Being a vampire and using my abilities to brainwash you into the ultimate greedy sub while I fuck and feed on you as you grow beyond massive

They can no longer cum unless it's at the tail end of a multiple thousand calorie binge, being held in a threatening manner by their feeder, and being commanded to squeal like the dumb, pig-brained slut that they are gradually turning into over the past several months.

The same person will tell you they don't want to be immobile. They'll go on about how 500lbs is going to happen. It has to. It must feel amazing to be so big. They'll even see My 600lb Life and envy some of those setups. Oh to be that big...

But no, they don't want to be immobile. Right?

Their tumblr likes betray them. A spotless record on their blog posts. Just an obese girl who loves getting fatter! But the likes are a certain level deeper. Dark, aggressive feeders. Kidnapping fantasies. Locked in a room. Forced enabling. Conditioning someone to eat more. Vignettes of someone coming to grips with the fact they cannot walk. Every movement is a desperate shuffle to a nearby place to collapse onto.

Of course, just fantasies. As if that's something to be proud of. You'll gain to 600lbs but won't become immobile? How noble. The picture of self restraint.

This all coming from the same person who panics at the mention of going on a walk. You can't prove to me that you'd be able to reign it in for one day? One measly day? We'll park in front of your favorite restaurant and walk around the block. Will you cry because I don't let you have dinner here? Can you resist wanting to stuff yourself in public? Aren't you proud that you can walk? I thought these things mattered.

Or are you a pig. A cow. A weak-minded food addict.

I see through these lies. You hope and pray that telling yourself and others about not wanting to be immobile will make it feel true. A terrible fate that you aren't stumbling towards. As if eating 5,000+ calories a day and taking fewer than 20 steps at a time isn't going to catch up to you in a few years.

Yet you'll dance as close to the line as you can go. The mental gymnastics of suggesting that 600lbs isn't bad! It's those last 50lbs+ that would suddenly become less pleasurable.

You hope they become less pleasurable. Or is it the fear that they'll hit even harder? Knowing you're trapped. Unemployable. Months and years of restriction away from being able to live independently.

Gasping for breath from laying motionless. Whimpering from another mindless binge session. Having a feeder warning you that you are NOWHERE close to being big enough for their perverted desires. Terrified at the occasional realization that your body and increasing weight is entirely decided upon by someone else.

Unable to resist the way your feeder makes you cum. Will it look especially pathetic to orgasm at that size? Your body twitching and jiggling in pleasure, too overloaded with fat and weight to properly shake and cum like you did hundreds of pounds ago.

I’ve been stuffing so much the last few nights, and the top of my belly has been swelling up soo much it’s been brain melting to watch. the creaks of my chair 😵‍💫😵‍💫🤤💓💓