Something Stupid™️

- 22 yo / slavic / 5' 10" // 175lbs / straight

- so dni if ur a minor obviously

- switching between north and south florida

- looking for a local feedee to plump up past recognition (but could be convinced to plump myself up with the right person ;)

- bonus points if youre just now starting to realize how badly you need to be fattened up and i can help make that good starting effort 😊😊

- i do tennis, cross country, and workout a good amount but more than anything i fuck with nerd shit heavy, ive watched every anime known to man, i play d&d, but i also love a good special interest even if i know nothing about it, if you have something youre passionate about i will definitely learn about it just so we can have chats

influential women

Amanda felt a little odd at times, being so active in politics and thinking she was fairly intelligent, yet still finding herself getting off to forums degrading women and talking about some future where they have no rights and are exclusively property of men. She never really paid it much mind, and had done a great job separating the two aspects of her life, until she moved states and found a very very interesting friend group…

Despite Amanda being secretly attracted to the offhand misogynist comment every once in a while, she never acted on these feelings, much less hung out with anyone that held these beliefs with pride or talked about them openly. She had moved fairly recently, and could only find some friends at work, the new HOA office she was relocated to. She had lunch with these girls and had gone out drinking a few times, and they all seemed very nice! They talked about work, boys, and more niche hobbies they had, Amanda had thought them very simple people and even simpler to get along with.

This started to change once one of them got pregnant. It was by a man who wasn’t her husband, and even the label of boyfriend would’ve been gingerly awarded just for the frequency of casual sex they’d have. “Ugh, he pisses me off and he never answers his phone, I swear on my life I’m done with him.” Amanda’s friend would say, with Amanda too nervous to say anything, for fear of the obvious contradiction in her friend’s words escaping her lips. Amanda’s friend made similar comments throughout the next few months, with similar habits of forgetting anything she’d said as soon as he texted back or wanted to meet for more sex. Her belly grew bigger and bigger by the day, and Amanda had been so taken aback by her friend’s indifference to such a serious milestone in her life that she never even thought to ask her friend if she even wanted to keep it. That should’ve been the first thing I asked! Why didn’t I? I guess I let her carelessness influence me a bit too much…

Things started getting out of hand when another one of her friends got pregnant. Even Amanda couldn’t explain away the abnormalities. Sure they were all in their mid 20s, but both of the girls celebrating about bearing children had never even mentioned the men they were with when it happened… Wouldn’t they at least be happy to share this news with their friends? All she saw were her two friends lazily waddling about rooms, the first one pregnant almost at 9 months, the other just about 5-6 months now. Well, it’s their lives, and I’m happy for them nonetheless…

Then, just about a week later, all 5 of the girls had planned to get a nice big lunch together. The most pregnant one had to have the whole group sit at a regular table instead of a booth because of how big she was getting, so obviously the first topic of discussion was led with “Yknow, now that I look at it, you really are huge huh?” by one of Amanda’s barren friends. Barren?!? She’s just not pregnant?! Yes, so that’s how you distinguish them. They have names. The conversation went on and on about how the two ladies were doing with preparing for their kids, but oddly enough the men were still not mentioned once. Amanda had to take a step back from everything being talked about to ask one of the not gravid girls how their lives were going, just trying to get off this topic as soon as possible, just for one of the other friends to disappoint her entirely. “Well, I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure, but I’ll be popping one out to play with your kids soon enough!” Immediately all four of Amanda’s friends rejoiced, squealing and laughing over the happiness of the moment, with the girl just sharing the news rubbing her now flat tummy, almost proud to be expecting a belly just like her friends sometime soon. Are these girls seriously just getting pregnant because their friends are? Because their boy toys can’t wrap up? Because they can’t think for themselves?!??! The last thought lingered in Amanda’s brain. They really can’t think for themselves… And it’s almost like they’re so excited to give up more and more of their lives for men who couldn’t care less about them… God, I can’t stay here right now. “Sorry guys! Just gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back!”

Amanda rushed to a stall as fast as she could and didn’t even bother to pull her pants down before she started to pleasure herself to the thought of how brainless and debased these women were. God, it’s only a matter of time before the fourth one gets pregnant, and I’ll be the only one left without any sense. These girls can’t help but spread their legs and just wait for their guts to swell and surge forward, giving up the autonomy of even their body as they grow uncontrollablyyyyyyYYYyyy… As Amanda finished, she began to clean up and attempted to fill her mind with other thoughts when one she couldn’t ignore came to mind. She would indeed be the only one without child. Excluded from almost every conversation these women were willing to have, as they’d go on and on about how their nursery looks or how much money they can afford to spend before maternity leave becomes a problem. I guess being pregnant isn’t as big of a decision as I thought, I mean just look at those morons out there, why should they get to waltz around without a care in the world and not me? I could find some random man to fuck me raw until I feel his warm seed fester inside of me and take control, giving myself up completely, and blaming it on “baby brain” or whatever shit these PTA Wholefoods obsessed losers come up with, eventually blending in perfectly and becoming even dumber and stupiderrrrrrrrrRRR… Oh fuck.

Amanda now had to work harder than ever to keep those dirty thoughts at bay, since just as she predicted, her last friend to get pregnant had finally done it, and the first one had given birth not too long ago. Not too surprising to Amanda, she had already started talking about trying to get busy having her second, as all the sycophants nodded in eerie unison. Amanda figured, Why not have a little fun of my own without any consequences just yet… Which meant meeting up with the girls for a little at home brunch, of course with bottomless orange-seltzer mimosas. As the first came in “Oh Amanda! So good to see you again, and thanks for inviting us! Your home is sooo cute I just love it!” “Oh of course don’t mention it! And I love it too, so I just had to invite you all over at least once!” As the two of them laughed, Amanda prepared herself mentally for what she was about to do.

As her other three friends filed in, now each with bellies of varying sizes, she greeted them all and offered the refreshments and snacks, which of course they good advantage of. “So Amanda, not that I don’t love seeing you all the time, but was there something you called us all over for? We don’t usually all hang out too often…” Amanda took a deep but quiet breath. “Well, first I do just love having people over, so there’s definitely that, but there is something I wanted to say… I’ve been hanging out with you guys so much, and I’m so happy you all are living your best lives pregnant…” to which they all nodded at each other with dazed and blissful smiles “But I REEEALLY need a baby in me! Like it’s just been wayyy too long and I’m starting to feel empty yknow?” Amanda stressed that high-pitched semi-valley girl accent to an almost comical degree, but of course her friends didn’t notice, why would they? “Ohmygod Amanda?!? Why didn’t you tell us sooner?!” Amanda knew she’d get that familiar tingly feeling from doing this, but she didn’t expect the wave of bliss when 3 pregnant women began to surrounded her telling her about all their cute guy friends, how much they agreed with feeling empty and useless before they got pregnant, all of them looking at the one who had just given birth mustering a flat smile, saying “Well, just a little more gunk in my cunt and I’ll be big and beautiful in no time!” God, so pathetic, and so fucking hot.

Even after an hour, the girls were still giggling like they were still in middle school, talking about holding hands with a boy they liked, but Amanda wouldn’t have felt this nervous even with the hottest man alive in front of her very eyes. She didn’t care, she kept pushing. “I just feel like my life would be so much easier if I just sat around all day and focused on growing a baby! It’s what we’re meant for after all…” The rush of agreement and head nodding came even before she finished her sentence, she felt like she could say no wrong. “Honestly, I feel like I need to fuck a guy raw tonight!” Her friends all laughed wholeheartedly, “Well hold on! Let us give you some options first girl!”

Ali was such a healthy girl, she always counted calories, made sure to get fruits and greens in her diet, and never ate any of that junk food bullshit, except for one small thing, she was helplessly addicted to nicotine. Now of course, her mother had tried to help her time after time, but for at least the summer, Ali was stuck with her for all 3 months, and she had her vapes taken away, and she didn’t have a car to get anywhere, and Ubers were expensive. She figured this was as good a time as any to get over her addiction.

A week passes and she starts to get hungrier, she hasn’t felt her appetite in so long, and having it coming back to her feels almost… freeing. Just today she had a couple peanut butter jelly sandwiches, a big caesar salad with chicken, and she managed to DoorDash a sloppy steak sandwich with some fries a little later in the day. With every bite she felt whole… and just almost full.

Ali had heard that usually getting off nicotine causes a little weight gain, since you get your appetite back and because of some people with minor oral fixations, but she didn’t imagine anything like this… 10 pounds in just 3 weeks? Well, her ass was a little fatter and she barely had any belly, so who’d really care?

Just into a month and a half off nicotine, Ali finds herself feeling a little sluggish, but she has no idea why. She’s not vaping or smoking anymore, so why does she feel so out of breath all the time, with barely any energy? Ugh, too much thinking, but thank god her DoorDash is almost here, her gut is growling.

Ali’s mom, glad she’s almost fully quit at this point, about 2 months in, doesn’t seem to mind the extra weight Ali has packed on. Ali sits with a chubby belly and a couple side rolls, her face full and rounded out, and her thighs much bigger than they were just a month ago, when she was only 120lbs. Ali wonders to herself what she’s at now, but she can’t find her scale and to be fair, she can’t really be bothered to… (165lbs)

one of the hottest things to think about is the sorority girl to normalized alcoholic to beer belly to wine mom weight gain, they start of as skinny as you can imagine them, going to the gym everyday, not even a culvers trip with a girlfriend, she’s gotta watch her figure!

then, as they start drinking, no night goes past without a drunk fast food drive thru order, so naturally every thursday-saturday at least one meal is going down their tiny gullets thats fried and greasy, and all of her friends are doing it so its totally fine, plus she could use a little ass fat, and her tits are kinda small too…

then she starts to go to pool bars and drink beer, and find out that pouch she developed isnt too easy to get off, but hey, all the guys still think she’s cute so she probably doesn’t have to worry too much (she’s got at least one or two fast food apps on her phone, and she hasn’t seen the gym in at least a year). We’ve all seen her, she wears jean shorts and a semi cropped top or a tank top with a funny joke on it, either white air force ones or boots of some kind, never heels though, and that lovely potbelly that goes in and out everytime she giggles or lets out a cute belch with the fakest “oh my GOD excUUSE me! 🤭”

the absolute best part of this holiday for this community (surprisingly) isn't the getting together, the family and friends, or even the food... its that for even just one day, everyone's in the community...

"You've barely touched your heaping plate of food! Come on have some more!"

"Oh my god I know I'm gonna be sooo stuffed after all this, I probably won't be able to move!"

"If that food wasn't so damn good I probably would still be in shape!" (met by raucous laughter at the table as that uncle or aunt lifts their belly up for all to see)

You can finally be yourself, you can finally be just a little more indulgent than usual, a little more stuffed, a little more vocal about how you need a second, you can barely breathe or move, let out a reverberating belch, and nobody will be any the wiser...

[209 lbs]

You are finally looking the part. Your double chin has fully come in, your thighs look like two sofa cushions when they touch, and your belly has finally started to get a little rounder. Your boobs have grown even bigger, like two swollen balloons. You could easily be mistaken for a pregnant woman, and your belly button is deep enough for you to fit a full finger all the way in. You officially can't see the scale now unless you jump off right after with your huge swinging gut in the way, and when you tell this to the girls, they laugh and rejoice, because this means you are finally one of them. And their influence on you definitely hasnt been light. While they're much more polite and demure about it than you, they still shove multiple chicken sandwiches in their mouths, with 15-20 boneless wings on the side, and an XXL serving of fries to go with everything. And of course, they can't forget the milkshakes. You've learned that sometimes, if one of the other girls is really too full to finish her food, it surely has a good amount of calories or sauce on it to be worth her time, these girls wouldn't disappoint, and no food goes to waste at your table. You've slowly but surely converted some of the girls to your slobby ways, getting some of them to burp, albeit weak and pathetic, or by flicking sauce on their tops without them noticing. But there is still plenty more work to do...

[238 lbs]

Now everything about you is fully immersed in the fatass lifestyle. You rarely walk anywhere, if you cant drive you just wont go. Same with stairs, places that don't have elevators piss you off, and you huff and puff after just one flight of stairs. You cant remember the last time you fit into anything smaller than an XL, and your friends have started to break it to you, that being as big as they are isn't all its cracked up to be. They think they are preparing you for what's to come, teaching you that getting any bigger comes with serious problems, but all you can think about while they softly lecture you is how wet you are having your huge friends rub your thighs lovingly while they tell you that you look beautiful how you are now, and that youre big enough. Big enough? The big girls are telling you you're big enough? It was enough to make you need to use the bathroom immediately, the whole time thinking about how shocked they'll be when you're 100lbs fatter than them.

[273 lbs]

Ever since the day you had that talk with your friends, you've gone all in. You've been chugging heavy cream, eating whole cakes, belching after finishing 2L bottles of soda the same way you would after a can or a regular bottle only a 1/6th of the size. Everything about you had become truly gluttonous. Sometimes, when you weren't extremely horny and blinded by how obese you saw yourself in the future, it scared you. You were so committed, that after you orgasmed for the 5th time in your bed, surrounded by snack wrappers and fast food trash, your mind was almost screaming for you to stop, to wake up. There was still time to go back, it wasn't too late. But as that happened, you waddled to your kitchen to grab another pint of ice cream. "This one is 1200 calories, it should do for an hour at least" you thought to yourself. Something about seeing the filth and trash in your room, sauce, crumbs, wrappers everywhere, just made your head swim with thoughts of how much bigger you were going to get.

[305 lbs]

Just a few months ago, you were barely 200 pounds. Still clearly chubby, but not so far from the days when you were a skinny girl. You still looked like yourself, just a little rounder on the edges. Now, with your double chin slowly forming a third, your round gut developing a second belly fold, and your fupa so large it became harder for you to masturbate, you truly were unrecognizable. Sometimes, you'd pull up a picture of how you used to look to chastise that girl for how little self-control she has, and for how she used to make fun of fat girls just for being around, and how she'd have to learn some lessons. You either are as big as or have surpassed your friends. When they found out you got to 300lbs, some of them seemed a little shocked, but none of them were strangers to rapid weight gain. They were all still good friends to her, they just worried for her health. They wouldn't dare say anything though, after all, they knew what it was like to feel put down for eating as much as they did. And to be quite honest, it was just a little hot that this cute and formerly skinny cheerleader had now become such a gluttonous uncontrollable hog. But they would never admit it to anyone, not even each other...

[341 lbs]

Women with no shame are the pinnacle of what it means to be a feedee. While all the girls over 120 pounds wear shapewear and tight underwear and restrictive jeans, you parade around with your gut out, thong riding high, and maybe even the button to those jeans unbuttoned, leaving a comfortable opening for all that lard you're carrying around.

The girl you were a few years ago wouldve stared at you now in disgust, but after some helpful hypnosis, some stomach capacity training, and a healthy dose of edging yourself to all the tumblr textporn you could get your hands on, you finally can walk on the sidewalk in pride. You get some confused and nasty looks from other passerby, and others try not to look at all, but you are much too excited about the diner that just opened up across the street to care.

According to their signs, all their thick milkshakes are served with spoons, their burgers double basted in butter, and their fries are unlimited, always fresh and crispy. You waddle over just to cross the street, which is burning more calories than you did just last week, and you swing open the doors to meet a host who greets you with a classic customer service smile. "Hey there, how are you? Table for one?" You smile back and say yes, and she begins to walk over to the table, quickly noticing your walking speed is less than half hers, so she slows down to accommodate your heavy strut.

"We have all our milkshake flavors available today, and our unlimited fries will be right out." You thank her as you start to feel your huge thighs spread across the cold vinyl of the booth. You are taking up so much space, its almost laughable that two people should be able to fit where you are right now. You adjust your pants, pulling them down a little more to really let that gut of yours surge forward, ready to grow tighter and tighter.

Your server comes over with a practiced smile, and takes your order. She confirms that you wanted two sides with each of the burgers you ordered, just because only one side is included. When you confirm for her, she double takes at the round belly pressing against the shiny polyurethane coated table before finishing writing everything down, taking your menu, and leaving. She comes back almost 20 minutes later to your pathetic stomach growling, laughing and saying "Sorry about the wait... I didn't mean to upset you..." looking and addressing that shameless gut of yours at the end. You smile and laugh back, because she has no idea how depraved and mindless you get with this much food in front of you, especially since its been a whole 3 hours since you last ate.

You scarf down one of the burgers in almost three bites, sauce already dripping down the last of your chins. You go for a handful of fries, in the way where half of them are bursting through your fingers, and you have to cram them in your mouth to get them to fit. For a good while, the next two or three burgers go down fairly easily, but the unlimited fries slow you down a little. Then you remember the milkshakes you got, to help keep you eating by switching from salty to sweet. It helps you keep up for another few minutes, barely enough to get through another burger.