Fat Loving Goddess

My feeder fantasy is finding the perfect girl — slim, sexy, popular, magnetic, the kind everyone wants. Then slowly, carefully ruining her. I feed her constantly, manipulate her into eating more than she should, push past every “I’m full” until her resistance breaks. I humiliate her as the weight piles on, pointing out how her clothes dig into soft new flesh, how her once-flat stomach now rests heavy on her thighs, how her face is rounding and her skin is breaking out. I make her watch herself change in the mirror while I stuff her, forcing her to see her beautiful body soften and stretch and spoil forever. Acne spreads across her cheeks and back. Her confidence rot. She becomes ugly to everyone else… but perfect for me. I whisper that only I could ever love her looking like this — soft, blotchy, ruined — and I keep feeding her while she hates herself more and more. In the end she’s just a useless, defeated slob who’s accepted her fate. She knows she’ll never get thin again. Not that she hasn’t tried. Every single time she attempted a diet, I sabotaged it — swapped the food, distracted her, made her fail — until she finally stopped fighting and surrendered completely to what I’d turned her into.

Let me tell you, 500lbs+ changes everything Reaching that number hits you hard, mentally and physically. I never really saw myself as a feedee or a gainer- my whole life I've just been a fat guy! Living his life like everyone else. It was a slow, unintentional creep towards this size. Every day was the same as before. My body adjusted and got stronger, and I never really noticed a difference. I lived basically the same life at 400lbs as I did at 200lbs. But now it's obvious that was never going to last. There's a human limit, only so much a body can gain and endure before it really starts to... struggle. I found out first hand that 500lbs is that limit. Everything is exhausting at this size. Think about this, cause I never did- just for me to get out of bed, the first thing most people do every day, I have to lift HUNDREDS OF POUNDS. Can you imagine that, if tomorrow morning you woke up and you were stuck in bed until you could somehow manage to lift an extra, let's say 350lbs with you? But that's not all, you wouldn't be done! You've gotta carry it everywhere you go, every single step of your day. What compromises would you start to make, what would you cut out of your routine? Everything you do has to be planned and considered. What's the absolute minimum amount of walking you can do. Scope out and research all the pictures of somewhere you wanna go, is there seating and will you fit or break it? I used to enjoy grocery shopping- now I get everything delivered. I used to love going for walks at night- now I stay in bed. I used to go to pubs or restaurants or to the cinema with my friends- now they have to come over to order in food and watch a movie, or we just play games online. And I'm not complaining! I did it to myself, and I knew what I was doing. But yeah, how has 500lbs changed the way I navigate the world? I simply cannot fully navigate the world anymore, I'm just too damn fat for it (I'm leaving a lot unsaid here, I might go into more depth if enough people are interested)

Destiny

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Also.. Holy blubber

Kpop food eaters!!!!

It’s like seeing a frog on a lily pad. like yeah buddy that’s exactly what you’re supposed to be up to