Anime, Feederism, F1.

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Let me introduce myself: I am Don Waton(25,male,Chilean), a lover of fatness, anime, and other things. On this blog, you will find:

Feederism, dark feederism, and death feederism stories.

Reblogs of content related to these topics.

Random character profiles created by me for my stories.

Fattening tips, meals, and stuff like that.

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The stories posted here are my own original work. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. If you feel offended and/or targeted, don't hesitate to message me.

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Riiiiiing, the alarm goes off; its deafening, raspy sound yanks you out of your sleep, forcing you to get out of bed. Somewhat groggy and clumsy, you manage to turn it off. You head to the shower, take a bath, dry yourself off, get dressed, and step out of your bedroom into the hallway. The hallway is empty, but not silent, as from afar you can hear a somewhat annoying yet unmistakable noise: the loud snoring of your pig, who is resting peacefully in his feedlot. You walk without making too much noise; you don't want to wake him up just yet. You listen to his snoring for a moment longer and then head toward the kitchen, where you prepare to mix the feed you will use to fatten up your beloved pig, continuing the degeneration of his body.

You prepare his food with unusual quickness; as you do, a blend of delicious, high-calorie aromas emanates and floods the house. These scents reach even the farthest corner of the home, and the feedlot of your precious pig is no exception. The heavy aroma wakes him; from a distance, you can hear the noise coming from his pen. You know he is struggling just to get out of bed. Normally you wouldn't allow it until later, but today you decide to make an exception. You let him open the door and, with a weary, clumsy stride, reach the kitchen table.

Once he appears in the kitchen, you greet him: "Good morning, my pig. Sit down, I’m about to serve your food." He responds with a slight nod of his head, affirming what you just said. You place his feeding dish in front of him and make a "stop" gesture with your hand. You serve your own breakfast at the opposite end of the table and sit down. Only then do you close your hand into a fist, and instantly, the pig begins to grotesquely engorge his food. The scene would be grotesque to many, since, after weeks of hard commitment, the pig has lost all his eating manners. But to you, it is simply perfect, almost exciting. His body is nearly unrecognizable from that very first time; a smile forms on your face—you can't help it. The pig, noticing your smile, returns the gesture with a smile of his own. He knows in his mind that this isn't right, but lust and gluttony have taken total control of his life. His high-calorie food doesn't help the cause; it only sinks him deeper into desire, generating more pleasure, more gluttony, and more lack of control. The pig doesn't care; he only wishes to serve the one who allows him to unleash his desires.

Both of you look at each other in silence, until the feeder breaks the spell with a calm but firm voice: "Pig, when you finish your food, rest for a moment. I will put your collar on, you will follow me, and it will be time for me to show you THE ROOM." The pig looks at him somewhat bewildered, his mouth still full, and replies: "As you wish, my feeder."

Once the meal and the appropriate resting time were over, the pig and the feeder stood up. The latter placed a red leather collar around the pig's neck. Extending from the collar was a chain used to guide his pet. After the preparations, they walked down the long, narrow hallway until the very end, where a large, locked red door stood.

Once in front of the door, the feeder pulled a small ring of keys from his pocket, unlocked the red door, and uttered a single word: "Inside." The pig, somewhat bloated from his first meal of the morning, stepped through the frame of that massive red door. Once inside the room, the pig didn't understand what he was looking at; he seemed rather confused by such a curious sight. The feeder saw the pig's doubtful face and, in a somewhat slow, calculated voice, spoke:

"—Do you remember, pig, when you first became my pet, I asked you if you were willing to go to the ultimate consequences? I recall being completely clear that there would be no turning back. Well, I wasn't speaking in vain. When I said I would take you to the ultimate consequences, I didn't mean it in a poetic sense. It was a promise, and I intend to keep it."

The pig maintained his astonished expression, made a small gesture, and somewhat hesitantly decided to speak:

"—My feeder, what is all this? This isn't just an exaggeration of what you expect from your market pig?"

The feeder looked at the pig with disdain and slowly approached him with a slightly threatening aura. When he was close enough, he grabbed him by the cheeks and pronounced:

"—Don't think you're so special, pig. You aren't the first one to fall into my hands. The heart monitor, the bariatric bed, the blood pressure machine, and the rest of the medical supplies are here because I have learned, I have improved, as a feeder. Everything you see here is part of my evolution. You are just another pig on my list, do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Hearing those words, the pig felt a mixture of fear and desire in equal measure. The pig couldn't help but get excited by such words; with a faint voice, the pig exclaimed:

"—Understood, oink. I’m just one more, oink."

Hearing those words, the feeder smiled slightly, took the pig's leash, and pointed to a glass display case. Inside it, various collars could be seen, all of different colors and each with a charm. The pig couldn't gauge how many there were, but he understood that the feeder's words weren't empty. He wasn't the first!

That thrilled the pig and ignited a new desire within him: he wanted to be in that display case not just as another one, but as one that could never be forgotten. The feeder tugged on the pig's leash and signaled him to leave the room, while that red door slowly closed, and they moved down the hallway toward his feedlot. Both the pig and the feeder understood that they had taken a small step down a path they could no longer avoid.

<<The feeder, pig a and another be darkness, door ended his how in left lingering, please red room silent the they to tried ultimately up. waiting, was with witness>>

Riiiiiing, suena la alarma; su sonido ensordecedor y ronco te saca del sueño, te obliga a levantarte de la cama. Algo somnoliento y torpe logras apagarla, te diriges a la ducha y tomas un baño, te secas, te vistes y sales de tu habitación hacia el pasillo, el cual se encuentra vacío, mas no en silencio, ya que a lo lejos se puede escuchar un ruido algo molesto pero característico; es el fuerte ronquido de tu cerdo que descansa tranquilamente en su feedlot.Caminas sin hacer demasiado ruido, no deseas despertarlo aún, escuchas por un momento más sus ronquidos y tomas rumbo a la cocina, dónde te dispones a preparar el pienso con el que vas a cebar a tu querido cerdo, para seguir degenerando su cuerpo.Preparas su alimento con una inusual rapidez; mientras lo haces, emana una mezcla de deliciosos y calóricos aromas que inundan la casa. Estos llegan hasta el rincón más alejado de la casa y el fedlot de tu preciado cerdo no es la excepción.El saturado aroma lo despierta; tú a lo lejos puedes escuchar el ruido proveniente de su barraca, sabes que está intentando levantarse a duras penas de la cama. Normalmente no se lo permitirías hasta más tarde, pero hoy decides hacer la excepción, dejas que abra la puerta y a paso cansino y torpe llegue hasta la mesa de la cocina.Una vez aparece en la cocina, lo saludas: Buen día, cerdo mío, siéntate, ya te sirvo tu alimento. Este responde con un ligero movimiento con la cabeza afirmando lo que acabas de decir; colocas su alimentador en frente y haces un gesto de alto con la mano, sirves tu desayuno en la cabecera opuesta y te sientas; recién en ese momento cierras la mano y de inmediato el cerdo se dispone a engullir grotescamente su alimento. La escena es grotesca para muchos, ya que, luego de semanas de arduo compromiso, el cerdo ha perdido los modales al comer, pero para ti es simplemente perfecta, casi excitante. Su cuerpo es casi irreconocible de aquella primera vez; una sonrisa se dibuja en tu cara, no lo puedes evitar. Cerdo, al darse cuenta de tu sonrisa, te devuelve el gesto sonriendo también. Sabe en su mente que esto no está bien, pero la lujuria y la gula han tomado control de su vida, su alimento alto en calorías no ayuda a la causa, solo lo hunde más en el deseo, lo que genera más placer, más glotonería y más descontrol. A cerdo no le importa, solo desea servir a quien le permite dar rienda suelta a su deseo. Ambos se miran en silencio, hasta que el alimentador rompe el encantamiento con su voz tranquila pero firme: Cerdo, cuando termines tu alimento, descansa un momento; te pondré el collar, me seguirás, es hora de que te muestre LA HABITACIÓN.

Cerdo lo mira algo desconcertado, con la boca aún llena, y responde: Como desee, mi alimentador.Una vez terminada la comida y el tiempo de reposo pertinente, cerdo y alimentador se pusieron de pie; este último colocó un collar de cuero rojo alrededor del cuello de cerdo. Del collar se prolongaba su cadena con la que poder guiar a su mascota; luego de las preparaciones caminaron por el estrecho y largo pasillo hasta el final, donde se encontraba una gran puerta roja con llave.

Una vez frente a la puerta, el alimentador saca de su bolsillo un pequeño manojo de llaves, abre la puerta roja y dice una sola palabra: "Adelante". Cerdo, algo abotagado por su primera comida de la mañana, pasa por el marco de esa enorme puerta roja. Una vez dentro de la habitación, cerdo no entiende lo que ve; se nota algo confundido ante tal curiosa imagen. Alimentador ve la cara de duda de cerdo y con una voz algo pausada y calculada habla: —Recuerdas, cerdo, que cuando pasaste a ser mi mascota, te pregunté si estabas dispuesto a llegar a las últimas consecuencias; recuerdo haber sido completamente claro en que no habría marcha atrás. Pues no hablaba en vano; cuando yo dije que te llevaría hasta las últimas consecuencias, no lo decía en un sentido poético, era una promesa y pienso cumplirla.Cerdo mantuvo su cara de asombro, hizo un pequeño gesto y algo vacilante decidió hablar: —Mi alimentador, ¿qué es todo esto? —Esto no es exagerar, con lo que espera de mí su cerdo de engorde.Alimentador, miró al cerdo con desprecio y lentamente se acercó a él con un aire ligeramente amenazante. Cuando estuvo lo suficientemente cerca, lo tomó de las mejillas y pronunció: —No te creas tan especial, cerdo, no eres el primero que ha caído en mis manos. El monitor cardíaco, la cama bariátrica, la máquina de la presión y el resto de insumos médicos están aquí, ya que he aprendido, mejorado, como alimentador. Todo lo que ves aquí es parte de mi evolución; tú solo eres otro cerdo más en mi lista, ¿entiendes?, ¿ENTIENDES?Cerdo al escuchar tales palabras, sintió una mezcla de temor y deseo a partes iguales. Cerdo no pudo evitar excitarse por tales palabras; con una voz tenue, cerdo exclamó: Entendido, oink, solo soy uno más, oink.

Al escuchar tales palabras, Alimentador sonrió ligeramente, tomó la correa de cerdo y le apuntó a una vitrina; en ella se podían ver distintos collares, todos de diferentes colores y todos con un dije. Cerdo no pudo apreciar cuántos eran, pero entendió que las palabras de Alimentador no eran vacías, ¡No era el primero! Eso emocionó a Cerdo y encendió en él un deseo nuevo: quería estar en aquella vitrina no como uno más, sino como uno que no podría olvidar.

Alimentador jaló la correa de cerdo y le indicó que saliera de la habitación, mientras se cerraba lentamente esa puerta roja y avanzaban por el pasillo camino a su fedlot. Tanto cerdo como alimentador entendían que habían dado un pequeño paso en un camino que ya no podían evitar.

<<La habitación de la puerta roja quedó en penumbra, esperando, aguardando, para ser un testigo silencioso de cómo otro cerdo intentaba contentar a alimentador y cómo terminaban>>

Una idea ha rondado tu cabeza durante un tiempo, en un inicio era una mera idea pasajera pero con cada dia que pasa está crece, vuelve una y otra, otra y vez por más que intentas olvidarla no puedes, quieres hacerlo, pero simplemente no puedes.

Está idea ya no solo inunda tu cabeza también empieza a generar un fuego una pasión un deseo que ya no puedes controlar y que solo crece más y más.

Un día luego de semanas de deseo contenido y de ser torturado por esas ideas, decides dar un primer paso y es por eso que te encuentras frente a las puertas de aquel lugar, uno que te es familiar ese dulce y aceitoso aroma ya inunda tu nariz y provoca un gruñido en tu estómago y un babeo que apenas logras disimular, tu pulso algo acelerado por el emoción de lo que sera tu primer atracón, ya tan solo la puerta te separa de lo que sera ese primer paso a un camino donde la gula, la glotoneria y tu apetito serán los que de ahora en más dicten tu camino.

Tomas una gran bocanada de aire y cruzas la puerta, haz dado el primer paso hacia un camino sin retorno.Que sin lugar a dudas traerá cambios más allá de lo que imaginas.

An idea has been lingering in your head for a while. At first, it was just a passing thought, but with each passing day, it grows. It returns over and over again; no matter how hard you try to forget it, you can't. You want to, but you simply can't.

This idea no longer just floods your head—it also begins to ignite a fire, a passion, a desire that you can no longer control, and it only grows bigger and bigger.

One day, after weeks of contained desire and being tortured by these thoughts, you decide to take the first step. That is why you find yourself standing before the doors of that place—a place that feels familiar. That sweet, oily aroma already floods your nose, causing your stomach to growl and making you drool, which you can barely manage to hide. Your pulse is racing slightly with the excitement of what will be your first binge. Now, only the door separates you from taking that first step onto a path where greed, gluttony, and your appetite will be the ones dictating your way from now on.

You take a deep breath and cross the threshold. You have taken the first step onto a path of no return. One that will undoubtedly bring changes beyond anything you can imagine.

Condensed milk. This product might go by other names; if you know any, please share them in the comments.

Why condensed milk should be a absolute must-have if you want to be a fat pig 🐽 in proper condition? Let me give you a few reasons:

First of all, the price: It’s not an expensive food item. In countries where it’s available, it’s easily accessible, and since it usually comes in a can, it has a relatively long shelf-life.

Secondly, the flavor: It is extremely sweet, so if you are a fan of sweets, you will love it. BUT, the flavor can be cloying. I don’t recommend drinking it straight up—or maybe I do (if you are a gluttonous pig with boundless greed).

Thirdly, the caloric intake: A 100 ml/g serving has approximately 300 calories. A can usually brings around 395g, so you get almost 1,200 calories in a single can, which is a ton if you think about it.

Fourthly, its uses for making sweets: It’s an absolute staple. It brings that perfect sweet touch. You can even make manjar (dulce de leche) with condensed milk, and it's delicious. But best of all, it’s ideal to add to your weight-gain shakes; if you add this to your muscle-building shake, it’s a massive boost.

So, pigs, cows, and gluttons, let’s give thanks to condensed milk!!