I’m Fat

I think my gut is getting wider and spreading out lmao

A good piggy is a lazy piggy, so let’s all remember to spend plenty of time on the couch! I know in the beginning it might be hard to stay on the couch all day, but after a few weeks of denying yourself a walk around the neighborhood or a trip to the gym in exchange for the coziest spot in the house, you’ll forget all about exercise in no time!

Just like an athlete, it’s smart to prepare yourself for couch training, but instead of stretches we’ll be gathering supplies to keep us happy, comfy, and fed all day! Remember, when we’re prepared, we don’t have to get up!

Some handy piggy supplies might include your favorite blanket, some nice stretchy pajama pants for when you’ve been snacking, a nice big drink that you won’t have to refill, and of course, enough snacks to last you at least 3 hours! If you’re like me and you like variety, go ahead and bring everything you might want to eat into your piggy pad with you so that you don’t have to get up when you inevitably get hungry for it!

When it comes to couch training, lazy piggies shouldn’t look to accomplish much, but here are some activities to help keep you sedentary! There’s always tv to provide hours and hours of mind numbing entertainment, but don’t forget about movies, feedee podcasts, or even audio books! Having to actually read books might be hard for the lazier piggy, so don’t feel like you need to challenge yourself with any of those! Playing video games, scrolling TikTok, or watching dirty videos are other great options! Doing things that don’t require a lot of brain power is key!

Another good activity for couch piggies is playing with yourself, stuffing, or sexting/facetiming your feeder! If your feeder is home with you, you can always incorporate feedings into couch training, too, as a reward or incentive to not get up!

When you’ve thoroughly exhausted yourself by sitting on your ass and eating all day, it might be time for a much deserved nap! Couch training should include frequent naps so that the piggy doesn’t get too tired to eat!

If the piggy ever gets sore or feels the need to stretch after sitting for so long, try taking some pain meds and massaging your fat rather than getting up! If your feeder is home, ask them to rub you down to help with the soreness. There are also plenty of stretches piggies can do while remaining seated! You know you don’t really want to get up, so don’t!

A good piggy is a lazy piggy, so let’s all remember to spend plenty of time on the couch! I know in the beginning it might be hard to stay on the couch all day, but after a few weeks of denying yourself a walk around the neighborhood or a trip to the gym in exchange for the coziest spot in the house, you’ll forget all about exercise in no time!

Just like an athlete, it’s smart to prepare yourself for couch training, but instead of stretches we’ll be gathering supplies to keep us happy, comfy, and fed all day! Remember, when we’re prepared, we don’t have to get up!

Some handy piggy supplies might include your favorite blanket, some nice stretchy pajama pants for when you’ve been snacking, a nice big drink that you won’t have to refill, and of course, enough snacks to last you at least 3 hours! If you’re like me and you like variety, go ahead and bring everything you might want to eat into your piggy pad with you so that you don’t have to get up when you inevitably get hungry for it!

When it comes to couch training, lazy piggies shouldn’t look to accomplish much, but here are some activities to help keep you sedentary! There’s always tv to provide hours and hours of mind numbing entertainment, but don’t forget about movies, feedee podcasts, or even audio books! Having to actually read books might be hard for the lazier piggy, so don’t feel like you need to challenge yourself with any of those! Playing video games, scrolling TikTok, or watching dirty videos are other great options! Doing things that don’t require a lot of brain power is key!

Another good activity for couch piggies is playing with yourself, stuffing, or sexting/facetiming your feeder! If your feeder is home with you, you can always incorporate feedings into couch training, too, as a reward or incentive to not get up!

When you’ve thoroughly exhausted yourself by sitting on your ass and eating all day, it might be time for a much deserved nap! Couch training should include frequent naps so that the piggy doesn’t get too tired to eat!

If the piggy ever gets sore or feels the need to stretch after sitting for so long, try taking some pain meds and massaging your fat rather than getting up! If your feeder is home, ask them to rub you down to help with the soreness. There are also plenty of stretches piggies can do while remaining seated! You know you don’t really want to get up, so don’t!

As new-comers to this space, dipping your toes into the water and trying out this feedee thing…

You feel like you would never end up as fat as all of those BBWs in your feed. 

You feel that losing the weight would be easy for you. After all, you’ve got a fast metabolism and you’ve always been fit.

You feel like you’re different, like you’re special, like you’re immune to being permanently fat

So you dive in. You start to occasionally stuff yourself then take cute photos while sitting down in intentionally tight jeans - To exaggerate how chubby your belly is. 

You get showered in praise, encouragement and even… Humiliation. You find yourself so excited at the humiliation. 

Getting turned on by being humiliated for being fat, it just feels so taboo… So naughty…. 

For you it feels like exotic roleplay - because you’re still not fat yet and can still easily hide your belly for everyday life.

But still, the words of humiliation thrill you. 

You gain 10 pounds. Then 20 pounds. 

You start actually becoming Fat. 

So you disappear. Delete your tumblr. You start dieting and working for that 3 month transformation back to your fit body. 

Except…

That didn’t quite work out as you thought, did it? 

You did work hard and lost 10 pounds. 

But then you slipped up. You started enjoying yourself. Those subconscious thoughts that tumblr instilled in your mind unknowingly encourage you to treat yourself. Eat what you want, while feeling good about it. 

Suddenly… 

You’re back on Tumblr. You’ve regained all the lost weight and now you’re 20 pounds heavier from the time you disappeared.

You’re fat now. Not chubby. You’re fat. 

Those other BBWs in your feed don’t look so big anymore. 

You’re no longer the new fit girl on Tumblr, there’s cute new comers that have taken that place. 

You don’t need to exaggerate your belly photos anymore. You’re fat from every angle.

Anons even make before/afters for you which shock you.

Now you regret not taking more Before Photos, you realize you really don’t actually have many Before Photos in the end - i guess you thought you’d never need them because you wouldn’t really get fat. 

People encourage you to start an OnlyFans. 

So you do. Gradually being fat becomes your job. You keep getting showered with praise and humiliation. You’re horny all day. You’re eating all day. Your weight gain is spiralling out of control and now your once defined jawline and angel face are fat. You’ve got a fat face and a double chin. 

Your cute tummy has become a fat gut. 

You look so wide and heavy. You look so fat.

You’re another Tumblr feedee. Another girl that got curious. Another girl that thought she could play around with feedism without committing. 

Keeping you in your little bubble of comfort and pleasure. 

Movies, food, smooching, orgasms. 

I keep you overfed by constantly surrounding you with your favourite addictively tasty goodies. 

I subtly Size-Up your clothes with identical versions each time i see them getting tight. Keeping you oblivious, and comfortable.

I keep showering you with praise and affection everyday, making sure you feel good about yourself. You feel so good that you don’t even notice the dozens of lazy pounds of heavy fat you’re packing on.

I keep you entertained with brain-rot TV, encouraging you to get used to just being mindless and stuffed. Gradually making you dumb and silly.

I keep edging you all day while you eat while tracing my hands along your sensitive squishy belly. Flooding your piggy brain with stimulation, dopamine, pleasure and those sweet feel-good endorphins 

I’ve made you addicted to feeling overstimulated. 

Whenever the spring arrives, you leave the house for the first time, your new chunky rolls and folds of fluff now overflowing and spilling out out of your clothes, bordering on inappropriate…

You’re so used to the constant overstimulation and mindlessness that you barely last 5 minutes outside before you waddle back into my arms, whimpering and whining from the lack of stimulation. From the lack of guidance from me. From the tightness of your clothes. From the daunting realisation that going outside and walking requires actual effort. 

It’s ok my silly fatty. Let’s get you sat down. Let’s get your favourite food. Let me help you touch your fat pussy, let’s make you feel good again

no responsibilities.

no routine.

no fixed times.

no duties.

just filled to the brim with good food, endorphins beaming from your little piggy brain and dopamine rewarding you for engorging and gobbling on anything edible within a radius of 2 meters from you... wondering what's for dinner.

you wake up at improbable hours, and then you eat, you hit up the pc and devote your hours to videogames, streamings, and food until you go to bed.

i don't even have to encourage you by now...

you're digging your own grave a bite after another.

you know, i see the posts you publish on your kinky socials.

you almost always say that it's me filling that ball of lard you have as a gut...

...but in reality, if I make you stuff once a week it's a lot. After all, I work full time and I'm often too tired to do much but cook for you a filling meal and then going to bed listening to some ASMR to fall asleep...

but you... you love to appoint the entire guilt on me.

you love to tell everyone that it's me rendering you so obese that you can't even walk anymore.

you love to make everyone think "boo hoo poor feedee, her wife is fattening her up!"...

...while in reality you panic if you don't eat for even an hour.

the other day you literally had a meltdown because we didn't have anymore cookies.

and two days before that, you begged me to find another job just so that you could order mcdonalds more often.

(i'm searching for it, of course...)

i'm watching your puffy body sink in the mattress and i can hardly recognize each body part as a human one...

you're deforming your meat vessel by adding so much lard it's becoming unrecognizable.

you're digging your own grave a bite after another...

i'll sleep all night, like always...

...and instead you, like every night, will wake up around 5 am and eat whatever you can fit in your mouth without having to cook it.

oh, my dear hog...

you are so lost in the folds of your own obesity...

At first, it was all just fun and games. A quick stop for a burger on the way home couldn’t have hurt anyone. But then the months treats became weekly and then became a necessity. The numbers are starting to add up, and so is the weight.

Watching your clothes get tight wasn't a big deal at first I always had a larger size waiting for you anyway. But now, your tummy is filling your lap, spilling over and hanging heavy between your thighs. It’s starting to feel like a permanent change, isn't it? A soft, heavy reality that you can't just unbutton and walk away from.

When you first laid in bed for a full day, it was fine. I loved bringing you everything you needed, catering to every craving. But now, it’s getting harder and harder for you to leave the mattress at all. Your body is becoming a beautiful anchor, tethering you to the sheets, making the world outside the bedroom feel smaller and smaller.