Growing Guts

nothing gets me excited like junk food

first 15 pounds of many more to come🫃🏼

They blow up my gut so much, all that heavy meat and cheese just swells my big belly up. But I guess also it’s because it’s 2 pounds of cheeseburgers all stuffed down in my bloated engorged tank.

I’m just crashed back on my couch with this giant meat balloon spilled out all over my lap. I’m trying to rub it to make it feel better cause fuck that was so many cheeseburgers, I gave in to my craving way too easily.

Why am I so fucking addicted to these things. All they do is make me feel uncomfortably full and swell my gut up with more fat! But I just can’t help but stuff them down like a giant gluttonous porker.

Seriously, I get so excited when I see a big giant cheeseburger it’s stupid. I wanna know how big they are and what’s the biggest one a place will serve. And I just love asking for extra patties especially when it’s not mentioned on the menu. I’m actually asking them “hey can you make make mine even fucking fatter for me?”

I think back to the first Fatburger, where the people there were so excited about people trying the triple cheeseburger challenge and completing it. And I’m seriously considering the next time I do it if they can make it 4 patties total. Just a full on 2 pound burger Christ 🥵

But yeah, it’s pretty obvious I’m fucking addicted to cheeseburgers. I’ve got a burger gut so fucking bad, it’s fucking huge. It looks like I have a giant beer belly, but it’s because I just won’t stop fucking overfeeding myself until it hurts.

All these servers are just watching me order the biggest burger they got and gorging myself until my belly is too distended to ignore. And then I just come back with an even beefier gut and do it again. They’re watching me blow up while pounding down their burgers faster and faster each time. God it’s not wonder why I think some of them are getting more nervous than impressed.

I also recorded some too and will try to upload that soon too. 😌

1. Eat until absolutely stuffed.

2. Get turned on about it.

3. Realize you're so full/fat you can really reach right now.

4. Slap at and jiggle your fat pad in an attempt to stimulate anything. Just manage to tease yourself.

I want it so fucking bad. I need a feeder who doesn’t give a shit about limits, who sees how pathetic and greedy I already am and just… keeps pushing.

I want to be trapped under hundreds and hundreds of pounds of my own soft, useless blubber. I want my belly to sag so heavy it pins me to the bed, rolls cascading over rolls, sweat pooling in every deep crease while I wheeze just from existing. I want stretch marks like lightning bolts splitting across my skin, red and angry at first, then turning silver as proof of how much I’ve surrendered.

I want to feel the tube shoved down my throat when my jaw gets too tired, thick calorie sludge pumping straight into me 24/7—shakes so dense they feel like cement, heavy cream, melted ice cream, oil slicking everything. I want my body to forget what hunger even feels like because I’m never empty. Ever. Just constantly bloated, aching, leaking, my heart hammering against layers of fat like it’s trying to escape before it gives out.

I want my legs to fuse into useless pillows of cellulite, my arms too swollen to lift, my chins multiplying until I can barely turn my head. I want to be so immobile that the only movement is the jiggle when someone slaps my gut or forces another funnel session. I want my feeder’s hands sinking wrist-deep into my sides while they whisper how much prettier I’ll be when I’m closer to the edge, when every breath is a struggle, when my body is finally giving up exactly like I begged it to.

I’m already ruined for anything else. Normal life? Gone. Thin? Laughable. I don’t want escape. I want to sink deeper. I want to be their perfect, disgusting, dying pig—swollen, sweaty, horny and helpless, cumming from the pressure alone while my arteries clog and my organs drown in lard.

Please.

Make me so fat I can’t come back.

Make me so fat I stop breathing under my own weight.

I’m begging for it. I’m dripping just typing this.

I’m not leaving this path. I’m already too far gone. 🐷💦🍰

A little disclaimer: This is just a fantasy post made "purely" for entertainment. I do not recommend doing this IRL… or do I? Don't care :D

By "ruined," I mean gaining a ton of weight, losing all your fitness, dropping braincells, and turning your entire life into a nonstop hedonistic binge.

Minimize Movement: Don't move a muscle unless you absolutely have to. Set up your life so you never leave the bed if possible - switch to online classes, work remotely, or better yet, find a feeder to bring you food and handle all the boring adult stuff. Move your bed right next to the door or bathroom to cut down on those pesky steps. Rule of thumb - fewer steps mean more flab. This'll cause you to lose muscle mass and strength super quick, so you'll get exhausted from the tiniest activity and spend even more time lounging around, packing on the pounds like the lazy sow you aspire to be.

Track Your Calories: Count those calories, but make it brain-dead easy - no thinking required. Download an app that lets you just select your food and it counts everything up. Set your goal to double your current weight in three years - the app will tell you exactly how many calories to shove in daily. Bonus if you've got a feeder doing it for you. If you miss your daily quota? No cumming the next day, or double up on the eats. That'll turn you into a calorie-obsessed piglet who lives for that stuffed feeling.

Always Be Snacking: Keep snacks on you at all times - bags of chips, candy, energy drinks, or shakes. The second you're not eating a main meal, start munching. Aim for a perpetually full stomach. Pro tip for the extreme pervs: Hold off eating until afternoon so your body thinks it's starving and hoards more fat. Or gorge late at night when your metabolism is the slowest.

Guzzle Sugary Drinks: Chug high-calorie liquids nonstop - sodas, milkshakes, energy drinks, whatever packs the most empty calories without effort. Keep a stash by your bed and sip constantly - it'll bloat you up, spike your sugar addiction, and make you even lazier since you don't have to chew. Why bother with solid food when you can slurp your way to obesity?

Eat Unhealthily: Yeah, it's cliché, but feedees should live on fast food - burgers, pizza, fries every damn day. It's insanely addictive - once your body craves that greasy hit nightly, the pounds will pile on like nothing. You're not a health nut - you're a junk-food junkie.

Smoke Weed: Light up that green! If smoking's not your vibe, go for a weed pen or edibles. This stuff makes you dumber, hungrier, and hornier - tailor-made for perverted pigs like you. Don't even get me started on building a dependency - it'll have you munching mindlessly while your brain turns to mush.

Ignore Your Health and Body Signals: Tune out any pain, fatigue, or doctor's warnings - those are just your body whining about the fun we're having. Push past fullness, ignore heartburn. Focus on the instant pleasure of indulgence - long-term consequences? Who cares when you're living the hedonistic dream? Keep going until you're a wheezing, waddling mess - adorable!

Link Sex with Eating: Wire your brain to associate sexual pleasure with stuffing your face. Every feedee I know who gets wet/hard just from food, is enormous - why? Eating turns them on, leading to more edging and more eating in a vicious, delicious cycle. Achieve this by edging or pleasuring yourself every time you eat, and never edge without food nearby. It's a total mindfuck, but perfect for turning you into a food-obsessed fuckpig who can't tell the difference between hunger and horniness.

Build a Food Addiction: Link eating to every emotion - not just sex. Bored? Stuff it down with a burger. Sad? Ice cream binge. Happy? Celebrate with cake. Angry? Eat fries to calm down. Make food your go-to for everything, so when life hits hard (like a breakup), your first instinct is to gorge - and get ridiculously aroused in the process.

Watch Tons of Porn: Dive deep into porn, especially feedism stuff on Tumblr, Twitter, DA, or wherever. Consume and interact with the kink constantly to normalize obese bodies in your brain. You want to reach the point where gaining for fetish feels totally normal. Plus, porn's more addictive than heroin - spend your days jerking off instead of exercising or thinking straight. Waste away into a porn-addicted blob.

Only Edge: No full orgasms for lazy pigs who can still get out of bed - you haven't earned it! Seriously though, edging is insanely pleasurable, prolongs the fun, and builds addiction. It also prevents that post-nut clarity where you might regret your life choices. I edge all day and finish late at night - your goal is waking up horny and needing that dopamine hit from touching yourself first thing. Bonus: Gooning - sexualize your own addiction to porn and edging until you're a drooling mess.

Follow Softcore on Your Normie Socials: On your regular social media, start following softcore porn, mukbangs, plus-size models, or ideally plus-size porn stars. It'll trigger more edging while normalizing obesity and gaining. Soon, scrolling Instagram will make you crave calories.

Experiment with Hypnosis or Audio Files: Dive into weight gain hypno audios or files designed for this kink. Listen daily to reprogram your mind into craving expansion, laziness, and submission. It'll amplify the mental conditioning, making you dumber and more obedient to your urges.

Get Dumber: I adore bimboification, but this isn't just my kink - being stupider is great for gainers! Someone who doesn't think, plan, or question gets fattened way past their limits easily. Flunk out of school, forget responsibilities. Focus only on food, weed, porn, sex, or your phone screen. If a thought strays from gaining? Shut it down. Plan nothing but your next meal.

Create Rituals: Build daily habits, like weighing yourself just for the thrill of seeing the numbers climb, or snapping progress pics for the community. Make stuffing sessions sacred events with specific snacks and porn. These rituals reinforce the hedonism, turning gaining into a worshipful routine.

Join the Community: Nothing motivates a gainer like hundereds of anonymous profiles urging you to get fatter. Believe it or not, the internet's full of pervs cheering on your self-destruction - some even pay for it! Start an OnlyFans, Fansly, or whatever, and monetize your body. Ideally, let it replace your job.

Corrupt Others: Spread the kink! Talking to someone unsure about gaining? Tell them how amazing it feels and push them to start. Friend scared of hitting 300 lbs? Shove 'em over the edge. Buddy worried his girlfriend won't gain? Assure him she secretly wants it. The more people you drag into this with you, the better you'll feel - misery loves company.

had to use wide angle and ate too much but excuse the moans i’m really painfully full

I’m 20, and gaining has become a lifestyle for me. I’m talking fast food, takeout, soda after soda, it’s what fuels me. It’s not just about eating, it’s about feeling my body change. The heaviness in my stomach after a huge meal, the way my clothes fit tighter every week, the softness of my skin stretching as I grow. And let’s not forget the chest pains that come after stuffing myself with greasy food. Sometimes it’s a sharp throb, like my heart is protesting the extra weight, but I push it down. Or the way I’m out of breath just walking up the stairs, my chest tightening, my legs feeling heavier with each step. It’s getting harder to breathe after even the smallest exertion, but I tell myself it’s just part of the ride.

I’ve had blood tests, and yeah, the numbers don’t lie. My cholesterol’s up, my blood sugar’s creeping higher, but my doctor brushes it off. One time, I got weird results, and they assumed I wasn’t fasting before the test when I actually was. It’s like my health just doesn’t matter to anyone, so why should it matter to me? It feels easier to ignore it all, to focus on the feeling of getting fatter, the high that comes from getting softer and rounder with each passing day.

But here’s the truth, the physical signs are there. I know I’m not healthy. I’m literally out of breath after a few minutes of walking, my heart aches sometimes after eating, and I feel like I’m sinking into my own body. But even with all that, I don’t want to stop. The idea of giving up this lifestyle, of losing the thrill of seeing myself get bigger, doesn’t seem worth it. I love the way my body feels, heavy, soft, and a little out of control.