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It’s okay, you don’t have to keep working so hard to stay in shape.

You don’t have to workout.

You don’t have to maintain a diet.

You don’t need to make sure you’re getting .8-1 grams of protein per pound of bodyweight to maximize your muscle growth.

Forget about waking up and having to limit yourself to eggs with spinach on a piece of toast. I want you to eat whatever you crave; my recommendations include cinnamon rolls, pancakes, bacon, hash browns, donuts, cookies and muffins. You can keep the orange or apple juice, they’re actually quite sugary.

Then you don’t even have to wait until lunch to eat again, nor do you have to limit your snacks to protein bars/protein shakes or nuts and fruit. You can just shove more food down your throat, and do it with whatever that little heart desires. Go ahead and hit McDonalds for a second breakfast after you’ve already left the house — finish off those donuts or that box of cookies — stop at the gas station and get candy and a soda — be fat. And then when lunch finally comes? Well, guess what, you can eat whatever you want again. No having to wait for dinner again either, nor do you have to limit yourself to a single dinner. Just eat. Get bigger. Keep your belly full, your skin tight from all the food you’ve packed in. Make yourself too bloated and lethargic from your constant stuffing to even think about the gym. Eventually, the idea of going back won’t even cross your mind.

So, to reiterate..

Feel free to snack all day. Enjoy a few sweet drinks if you want. Having lunch in an hour? That’s okay, a few cookies and some chips won’t fill you up too much. Just ate lunch? Well, it clearly wasn’t enough if you’re still a bit hungry, you should definitely go grab those donuts you’re craving; I know you want more than one. So do it. Just eat whenever, keep grazing. Be gluttonous.

Shirts getting a bit tight? No stress, you’ve got a cute, chubby tummy, it’ll just be easier for people to notice. Pants getting tighter? Well, you’ve got a nice, fat ass, now it’ll just be more pronounced. What? Everything’s just too tight, you can’t even get your shirt past your tits or your jeans over your thighs? Meh, that’s fine. You can just order more of the next size again, fatty.

We both know you just want to keep eating. You’re meant to be big and soft, to be fat. Keep going.

Pack that belly, make it fuller and fuller. Enjoy yourself, indulge. Eat and drink whatever you want, have fun.

For one, you’d get to eat a lot more of whatever treat you’ve been craving lately. No need to limit yourself, you’d be free to have two of it, three of it, 10 of it, a whole bowl of it, three whole bowls of it, who knows. Maybe that treat for you is maple bar donuts or maybe it’s cookies or maybe it’s ice cream. The point is.. wouldn’t it feel sooo nice to be able to fill up your tummy with as much of it as you wanted without a care in the world? Or maybe you could care a little bit, like about how good it feels to have a stomach full of your favorite treats. How satisfying it feels to not have to control yourself, to be able to eat to your hearts content.. How it makes you wet, knowing that full, stuffed feeling is gonna make you a little bit softer tomorrow.

You’d also have changes like outgrowing your clothes. Probably more than a single size. If you don’t have much of a tummy to start, you’re bound to gain a good bit of perfect plumpness around your midsection, along with everywhere else of course. Your thighs will press together, your tummy will rest in your lap, your tits will swell up more than you thought possible. You’ll have small little things happen to you, almost like life is teasing you for your gain — your growing belly or ass will knock things over, you’ll suddenly find tying your shoes is harder than you remember, or maybe it’s more difficult to reach around your your expanding waistline when you’re trying to get yourself off.

(POV WG, Light Slob)

You'd almost made it too easy for me. When I bought you that gaming pc after you moved in, I hoped it might make you a little more sedentary. Maybe all those hours gaming and snacking might give you a couple extra pounds. Your focus so wholly enmeshed in exploring those fantasy worlds that a little of my own fantasy might bleed in…

But now look at you. You've really let the stereotype of the fat gamer take over, haven't you? Your belly hanging down against your thighs, your hands resting the controller on your middle as you feverishly smash away at those buttons. You've always got those headphones on, your eyes glued to the screen, the light of your monitor making your belly practically glow as it grows and grows.

I thought you'd cut back when your belly started poking out of your shirt, but that was sooo many pounds ago. With even your biggest t-shirts clinging only halfway down your hanging gut, most of the time you go without a shirt at all, letting that big belly sit heavy in your lap as you slowly fill out your chair more and more with every session. Do you even realize how much you eat? How many sodas you've chugged down? All that caffeine and sugar giving you a rush as you chase quest after quest, barely noticing whether I'm setting down your second or third helping of dinner.

There's a little voice that crops up as you grow.

It's going to say you're getting too big… It's going to ask if you've let things go too far… It's going to warn you that you can't seem to stop…

But we can't have you listening to those unhelpful things, can we?

You're not nearly big enough. You've got much more weight to gain. You don't want to stop.

Chew a little more intently as you stuff yourself. Groan a little louder when you're too full to sit up. Let that burp rumble up loud and proud.

The sounds of your eating will drown out any worries.

Allow your greed overpower the voice. Feel it grow softer with every pound you gain. Bury any doubts you have under more and more fat.

Eat yourself free of any hesitation.

decided to drink syrup directly like the total lardass I am. surprisingly, I couldn't pour it down my greedy gullet fast enough, and a bunch spilled down my front. so, I decided to take the opportunity to rub and jiggle my huge tits and fat gut.

You've always wanted to try gaining haven't you? The thought of just giving in to your desires is constantly lingering in the back of your mind.

You know you'd be such a good feedee.... right?

You just can't restrain the feeling anymore. You decide to give yourself 3 months, no, how about 100 days to just absolutely give in. Just you, and your constant need to make yourself fatter. After all, you've always wanted to give in to your desires. The idea of getting huge and fat turns you on beyond measure.

You get started and you love it. Giving in feels soooooo incredibly good. It's who you were meant to be after all. A big, growing piggy. The feeling of your stomach expanding as you stuff yourself every day. The results aren't immediate, but your capacity is increasing rapidly. You're enjoying yourself so much that you start to worry...

Maybe, this is going to become permanent.

Maybe, this is the new me.

But somewhere just after the first month, everything really starts setting in. Those bad habits start cementing themselves on your waist line. Things are starting to get softer. Eating like a pig is becoming so much more... natural. You start to get worried. Is this really what you're going to become? A big, gluttonous hog? It's starting to look like your desires are going to have a very permanent impact on your body.

Before you know it, the first 100 days have gone by, and you didn't even notice. You're too busy shoveling food into that chubby gut. All limits, all restrictions, have completely disappeared. You're finally starting to get round. Your whole body starts to become soft and doughy. Stretch marks start appearing across your gut, evidence of your unhinged gluttony. You're starting to get fat...

You're starting to become a big, heavy, pig.

Those 100 days turn into 200 days, and before you know it, a year has gone by. But once again, you didn't even notice. You're too busy trying to fit into your pants, after all, you've gone up five sizes now. You're struggling, completely out of breath. You try and you try, but by the end you're exhausted. I guess you'll have to go up another size. Maybe you can pick up some new ones this weekend, along with a car full of the fattening food that you're now addicted to.

You see the days weren't the only thing that went by. So did your fitness. Your little "trial" turned into a year of gluttonous over eating.

Just "testing the waters" turned into day and after day of overindulgent eating.

You let yourself become a big fat piggy.

I mean you really thought you could give in to your greedy indulgences for such a short period?

You were so incredibly mistaken...

Your desire to become huge and fat consumed you. You thought you could just "give it a try" without it ruining your body.

Now you're obsessed. You're addicted to becoming bigger, addicted to making yourself fatter. There's no going back honey, somebody's going to get massive.

Fattening you up is irresistible.

I don't have the same inhibitions, the same restraints, the same polite boundaries, when somebody has confessed that they like a firm hand ensuring they finish their bites.

Since the first time my hand met the food to someone else's lips, I lost the part of myself that ever wanted to repress that desire. I can't stop it, and I don't even want to anymore.

I need to witness a greedy mouth claim pleasures that I hand it in the form of food and drink. It makes my body warm, my chest flutter, my thighs twitch, just to see the eyes of a hungry feedee both beg for and thank my handfuls of calories and calories beyond any recommendation, that is until they finally drift off into the tranced gaze of managing stuffed pain and indulgent pleasure.

I want to see the cheeks struggle to hold all that I lovingly, and so assertively, assist down your throat into a stretching stomach, now familiar with the sensation of reaching its limits daily.

Ive watched a gut, overstuffed nightly, tear at its skin over time, developing stretch marks. A testimony to the lifestyle of the glutton, and a sensitive new trigger on the touch as a reminder to pursue those goals of fattening up past any imagined limitation.

I need to watch a refined tummy soften out into a stretched, soft, pillowy mountain. I need to take that little desire you battle in your head to blow up, and make it your life-long reality.

Don't dare hesitate to eat. Don't just eat you fill. Don't stop at the first feeling of fullness.

You want to be fattened right? Accept every little morsel that lands in front of you. Do not stop until you cannot recognize the sensation of self control, and then let yourself loose into the world, a fattened sow, with an aura of gluttony that will draw a helping, feeding, hand.

Get hungry. Get eating.

And when that's not enough, come get me. I'm ready to hand you more food when your heavy, heavy arms finally grow too tired to lift its own bites up.

After lurking on the community for years, watching your online crushes and idols blow up steadily, sometimes rapidly, feeling a deep aching need to join them.

Despite resisting, you have been looking a bit more, plump, and pudgy, and tubby recently, nothing a stranger would blink twice at, but you know. And you feel every pound extra you've been carrying recently.

So now you're at a crossroads, do you stay firm ? Eat less, work out again, try your best to conform to what society wants for you, even if it makes you unhappy.

Or do you give in? Let yourself indulge in your gluttony, let hedonism take the wheel as you gorge yourself past the point of comfort, eating for the sake of consuming and taking because you want to be bigger.

Let yourself get fatter, work on stretching your stomach so you can hold more, outgrow your clothes and revel in the stitches ripping against your growing form, rolls stacking and flab hanging out as you become who you always wanted to be, join those chubby stars you've idolised and become inspiration for others just waiting to let go.

Pretend you're not into being fat and indulging your appetite.

But you wanted a feeder. So, what did you expect?

I'm like a vampire: once you open your door to me... you're cursed. I'm going to be there, cooking for you, ordering for you, feeding you, stuffing you.

You can pretend all you want. But YOU opened the door, big boy.

You chose the right feeder. You sit on your recliner with your belly filling up your lap. You're huge to begin with... it just means we have more time to turn you into an amorphous blob of obesity.

You say you're hungry and want to order food. This is where I come in. I insist that we have food at home; we're not going to waste money. I prepare everything we have, and you eat. Once there is food in front of you, you can't stop. Even if you don't feel hungry... if it's there, you need to treasure the taste, succumb to all the positive sensations.

It doesn't take long for you to finish. You burp, proving to me that you're full.

Here comes the next step. I haven't eaten. I don't eat much, but I still need something. And, uh oh, you've eaten everything in the house. It looks like we're going to have to get a delivery order anyway.

I start ordering food. I could have done this when you first asked, but if I did, then... how would I get you to clean out the food already in the house?

I add things you love to the cart. We pretend I'm just getting food for me. But you know I can't eat all of it. You also know I'm ordering your favorites.

Once it's delivered. I have a couple bites, then there's the excuse of, "Oh, this won't reheat well. You should finish it so it doesn't go to waste."

And 100% of the time, you do exactly as you're told.

You can pretend all you want. But your actions tell me that you're a desperate feedee... constantly craving calories.

i overeat

overdrink

i am

overfed

overweight

overspoiled

and only wear