Catie's Gainer Blog! ❤️

We need to raise 294 USD to fully pay it off. Anything would be great, even if it's as small as a dollar.

I seriously can't stop thinking about this 😵‍💫

Having someone who's just completely mine, no social life, or any other distraction except for what I let them see

Waiting all day for me at home being a needy mess, and as soon as I'm there, I just start feeding them, telling them how cute they look, how good they are for finishing their food, maybe I should just feed them more, some extra pounds couldn't hurt right? They have no saying it their own image, just letting me fatten them up until I'm happy

I'll buy cute outfits and make them try them on. Maybe they're a size too small, but I'll still watch as they struggle to button it up

I can imagine how I would feed them until the clothes tears apart, the buttons giving up under all the fat I'm putting in them

I’ve been thinking about it a lot, actually. The idea has been lingering in my mind, teasing me with all sorts of delicious possibilities. I’m still figuring out the exact focus and vibe I want to bring to it, but one thing is crystal clear: I really want to create mutual gaining content.

There’s something so intensely hot about the thought of an adorably obese, soft, and curvaceous girl turning you into her perfect, overfed partner—stuffing you until you’re every bit as massive as she is… or even bigger. Imagine her as this irresistibly cute, chubby goddess with heavy, swaying rolls and a plush, jiggling belly that rests on her thick thighs. Her cheeks are full and rosy, her arms soft and dimpled, and every movement makes her enormous body quake with abundance. She’s completely addicted to making you grow right alongside her, and the mutual surrender to pure, greedy pleasure is what makes it so intoxicating.

She keeps you right where she wants you—pinned beneath her massive, warm weight in bed for hours, sometimes days at a time. You’re not allowed to get up. Not even for a second. Every time you try to shift or move, she presses her heavy body down on you, smothering you in soft, overflowing fat while she breathlessly giggles. Her breathing is constantly labored, those cute little *huff huff* sounds escaping her plump lips as she exerts herself just to reach for another container of heavy cream or another tray of rich, fattening food. She refuses to let you escape the cycle of indulgence, because she needs you right there, swelling bigger with her.

While she feeds you, she eats just as much—maybe more. Her free hand keeps shoveling calories into her own greedy mouth, cheeks bulging, cream dribbling down her chin and onto her enormous breasts as she moans softly in pleasure. She teases you mercilessly the whole time, even though she’s clearly outpacing you in gains.

“Look at you, my big, helpless piggy…” she purrs between heavy breaths, her voice thick with lust and exertion. *Huff huff.* “You’re getting so fucking fat for me. All those soft new rolls… that huge, hanging belly… mmm, I love how it’s starting to spill over your lap. You used to be so much smaller than me, and now… *huff huff*… now you’re catching up. But don’t worry, baby. I’m still ahead. I’ve gained at least another ten pounds since we started this. Maybe fifteen. All for you.”

She leans over you, her massive belly squishing warmly against your own growing gut, both of you slick with sweat and sticky with spilled food. One hand holds a full pint of thick, heavy cream to your lips while the other stuffs a rich, buttery pastry into her own mouth. You can feel her heart racing from the effort of simply staying on top of you, feeding you nonstop.

“Come on, piggy…” she coos, her voice breathy and seductive, laced with playful dominance. *Huff… huff…* “Just one more pint of this heavy… *huff huff*… heavy cream and then we can take a little break. I promise. Open wide for me. I want to feel that belly swell even bigger underneath me. I want you so full you can barely move… just like me.”

Her eyes sparkle with wicked delight as she watches your throat work, forcing down every calorie she gives you. She grinds her heavy hips against you slowly, letting you feel just how turned on she is by your mutual expansion. The bed creaks under your combined weight, the sheets stained with cream, frosting, and the evidence of your endless feeding sessions. She’s relentless—teasing you for every new pound while proudly showing off her own softer, rounder body. She’ll pinch your love handles, jiggle your growing belly, and whisper filthy encouragements about how perfect you’ll look when you finally surpass her… only to immediately stuff herself even more so she can stay ahead.

She wants you hopelessly addicted. She wants you both so enormously fat that leaving the bed becomes a distant memory. Just endless days of panting, moaning, feeding, and growing together in a haze of pure, hedonistic bliss.

...more...i need more...can you hand me that 3rd pizza? ooooooh god...you - you want me to eat that cheesecake too? well, since I can't really move I don't have much of a choi - mmph, oh fuck that's delicious...it's so fucking good...ice cream? don't mind if I do! and - oh, it melted? that's okay! time to get the funnel out again I suppose...oooooh, oh fuck I'm so fucking huge, so full...

Ice cream by the spoonful. Let it melt in your mouth slowly and it goes down slowly. You are full but the slowness of the melted icecream allows you to indulge even more. You can easily finish a quart this way. That’s an extra 900 to 1300 calories depending on the brand.

You thought you were too full for more and now you know how to fit more indulgent calories into your growing belly. Now go ahead and start on a second quart. Remember slow and steady.

Imagine it - every single craving you have, you can fulfill without guilt. If you let go of the idea that you have to be “in shape” for whatever stupid reason, you get to not just simply ignore but actually embrace and relish the results of indulgence.

Share some donuts with your friends on a weekend morning - eat your fill, but also finish off what your friends can’t stomach. Waste not, want not, right?

Can’t decide between a cheeseburger or nuggets at some greasy fast food joint for lunch? Screw it, get both. And the fries too. And how about a sugary soda to wash it down with? It would taste so much better than the diet kind, or water for that matter.

Dinner was so delicious you can’t stop at just one plate? Have seconds! Hell, have thirds! It’s a compliment to the cook, after all.

Dying for some dessert after that? Doesn’t a warm, chocolatey brownie sound soooo delicious? Oh, and served with a scoop of cold and creamy ice cream right on top? There’s always room for dessert.

After all that eating, your pants will be tight, sure. But the relief of taking them off is going to feel incredible. Then you get to sit back and tenderly rub all of your new warm, soft skin. Such a lovely sensation will probably lull you right to sleep for the best sleep of your life.

Maybe you’ll wake up hungry in the middle of the night. May as well enjoy a midnight snack - you’ll probably start to conflate the sensation of a full stomach with being sleepy, so it’ll help you get back to bed. Can’t fall asleep if you’re hungry, you know.

In the morning, you’ll wake up even hungrier than you did the day before, and you can do it all over again! Eat all of the delicious food you can conjure up in your head, stock the house full of those junk food snacks you’re not “supposed” to have, and don’t let anyone tell you you’re eating too much. You can’t possibly be eating “too much” if you’re still hungry. Listen to your body, listen to your cravings. Your body will thank you with layers upon layers of lush, plush, pillowy, decadent fat.

he runs into an old classmate from school who is SHOCKED to see just how pregnant their former classmate is and they make small talk as he pants through the catch up talk because the baby stuffed in his womb is pushing on his lungs. they make their separate ways

less than a year later, old classmate runs into the guy again but he looks nearly the same, if not even MORE pregnant than the last time they saw him. they thought that they had the baby?? but the transmasc awkwardly laugh and rub their huge belly and explain that no they did have the baby. he’s just pregnant with twins this time and the classmate is amazed that they had two pregnancies nearly back to back

feedism to me has never been linear at all. sometimes I lean fully into it, sometimes I don’t. sometimes I feel insanely hungry and indulgent and feminine and turned on by it all, and other times I just exist and eat and don’t really think about it much. I kind of just go with the flow instead of forcing myself into some perfect role all the time.

I think one of the hardest parts about it is accepting that bodies are constantly changing. especially as a woman. there’s pressure everywhere to look a certain way, and honestly even within feedism spaces there can still be this weird expectation of what the “perfect” fat girl is supposed to look or act like.

but my body doesn’t work in a perfectly aesthetic, curated, linear way. sometimes my belly gets bigger fast. sometimes it doesn’t. sometimes I feel huge and soft and powerful and obsessed with it. sometimes I feel awkward or emotional or disconnected from myself. I think that’s just part of being human honestly.

I do genuinely like being big though. I like softness. I like indulgence. I like the control and surrender of eating. I like hunger. I like comfort.

I like how feminine and overwhelming and consuming it can feel sometimes. and honestly sometimes it has nothing to do with sex at all, sometimes I just genuinely enjoy food and the experience of eating and existing in my body.

I think people outside of it assume it’s always hypersexual or that it has to make perfect sense all the time, but for me it’s way more emotional and psychological than that. it’s a kink sometimes, a comfort sometimes, a coping mechanism sometimes, a form of expression sometimes. all of those things can exist at once.

and yeah, sometimes it feels lonely. not even specifically because of feedism, just because life can feel lonely in general. people want easy labels and simple explanations but humans are complicated. I’m complicated. I can be insecure and still love my body. I can enjoy gaining while still struggling emotionally sometimes. those things don’t cancel each other out.

I’m super multifaceted and honestly I don’t want to force myself into one fixed version of femininity or womanhood anymore. I have big hips, a big chest, a growing belly, cravings, emotions, ambition, softness, intelligence, insecurity, confidence etc all of it exists together.

I think what draws me into feedism and soft domme dynamics is that feeling of hunger and power and surrender and comfort all blending together. it feels deeply connected to my body and femininity in a way that’s hard to fully explain.