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The gluttonous greed that makes you forget you haven’t showered for 3 days and you really don’t care if you look disheveled

When I was starting my feedee journey yearsssss ago I blissfully found out lard is the best fat for infusions and also gains. Not only is it dirt cheap but it just makes you appreciate dessert on a whole new level. I rmb I was supposed to make a tray of brownies for a girls night but ended up eating the whole tray cuz it just made everything more gooey, more tasty, more chewy, more fattening…….

Like being high brings a stuffing to a whole other level like not only was a carton of ice cream gone but it also makes you realize chocolate is very much a beverage.

I love how greedy & hedonistic it makes you like it’s not good enough you just finished 3000+ cal in one sitting like you also need to order a family meal to really treat ur belly.

It’s like your belly is an extension of you while it’s extending from you. You get lost if the goal is to see how much you can stretch, how much you can eat, or how much you can weigh after your done. Like it’s challenging ur belly that’s it’s questionable if it’s a punishment.

The best part is when ur greed is accommodated in your life like carrying weed oil to sprinkle over your dinner with your friends also accompanying the shots of tequila that are so strong but goes down into the abyss that is your belly

So much food it feels like you’re carrying a small ecosystem. I also love the more high you get the more numb and relax your body is that you just have more cocktails or some smokes because you know it will create more room.

I love how when creating room and you stretch marks are throbbing the chair starts squeaking and it’s almost like you have to see what will make it break.

Creating more room it doesn’t matter if you have to be constantly belching or farting or ask your friend/date/partner next to you to help rub your gut cuz you can’t reach it and also your way too focused shoving more food in your face

Just let me play with your chub while we cuddle

Or pop a cupcake in your mouth at dinner

Maybe we could just get in bed and watch movies while snacking for hours

Or I could even just hug you and feel how soft you are while we’re pressed against each other.

You had such a pathetic, terrified little face when the doctor told you about the diabetes, the dangerously high cholesterol, and that blood pressure ready to burst... and now look at you, my greedy fucking pig—shoveling literal butter down your throat like the disgusting hypocrite you are.All those pathetic promises about losing weight, fixing your life, and “getting healthy”... every single time they crumble the second I snap my fingers. You always end up right back here: on all fours at my feet, wheezing and oinking like a brainless animal instead of using words. It’s so fucking funny how low you’ve sunk.

Anyone else would be scared shitless. They’d hate themselves. They’d actually do something. But not you. A part of you is terrified, isn’t it? Good. I want that fear simmering in your gut. But your filthy pleasure is stronger, pet. That desperate need for my attention and that bottomless gluttony drown out everything else, don’t they? You’re completely helpless now, trapped inside this bloated, ruined body you can’t stop feeding.

You'll grow so fast it'll slow you down, meticulous with how you'll have to plan each and every flabby footstep. Impossible to miss you anymore with how far & wide your belly juts out. Forcing your legs apart, a rounded rippling reverberating if you go to catch your heavy breath too hard. Like the ways I've deviously placed every last domino, to compound each pound to this very moment. Where you find yourself grown so hefty and large, you have to cry out for help.

Only for me to show up with more, don't worry too much little doll... I'll see to ALL your needs. I'll make sure your butt grows so big it demands enough room with every seat. You'll hardly be able to walk but when you will I'll know exactly where you are given how hard the house shakes after helping you up.

You're going to get so fat & flabby for me, you will turn into my living breathing plushie toy unable to contain the words "no more" in favor of your next overstuffing. It'll feel so good you'll change every fibre of your being as it softens you up from the inside out.

but it’s okay. it’s not your fault. 

you’re a pig. pigs are meant to grow. pigs are meant to eat their fill and put on weight. pigs are meant to waddle. pigs are meant to care only about food and the feeling of eating. pigs are meant to be fed well and often, until they’re round and slow. 

Feeding you to a level of dependency on food and my touch that makes you second guess every choice you’ve ever made on your own until your mind is as soft and useless as your thighs.

Stuffing you until you’re genuinely worried before every big meal, still desperately clinging to some pathetic shred of dignity and embarrassment. I want you to sit there and lie to yourself that you can still turn things around, that you can lose the weight and regain your self control, or carve out some kind of independence when you’ve already been so completely enslaved by your own appetite and fat smothered lust.

Constantly edging you on the breaking point just so I can melt any hope you had of going back like the butter on the fourth stack of pancakes I’m cramming into your mouth for breakfast.

Faking concern for you just so you keep a level of panicked awareness with every added pound and every new roll because we both know it just makes it so much better when I switch to force feeding, teasing, and completely controlling your calorie intake like you’re prey meant to be fattened (you are).

Watching you get shamefully turned on by that sickening, heavy lurch in your gut when you start realizing you aren't a girl anymore… just a project, a growing pile of lard that I’m sculpting into a flabby statue of greed. Knowing that I’m feeding you into an object that only exists to swallow and expand, and the more you panic about your size, the more I push you deeper, leaking and begging for the next bite so you can quiet that little voice of reason in the back of your head and just sink into the bliss of endless eating.

It would all be worth it just to see the moment you realize you’ve finally lost the war against your own cravings and that you’ve become a pathetic, bloated prisoner in a body that’s too heavy to escape. The sheer weight of your own failure pressing down on your lungs while I whisper that you were never meant to be anything but my mindless, overfed prize. That you’re going to stay in this state of perpetual, greasy ruin because you’ve learned to love the way the degradation and dependency feels even more than you love the food.

Finally accepting that every time you think you’ve hit your limit, I’m going to be there to shove you past it, reminding you that your only job is to stay docile, stay soft, and stay hungry for the very thing that’s destroying you.

Helpless against staying so constantly wet and overfilled that you’re practically begging for the next thousand calories just to feel the pressure in your belly distract you from the shame of what I’m doing to you.

It’s no wonder your response to every ask is begging to get sucked off. You’ve gained so much weight so fast, you’re getting too lazy to take care of yourself, aren’t you? You’re chugging that ice cream down, forcing your poor belly bigger and bigger, throbbing and leaking into your too-tight boxers about how fat you’re getting.

Is it hot knowing that you’re not even gonna be able to see your dick at this rate? When you’re this horny, this addicted to food, and this submissive… it’s just a matter of time until you’re too fat to get off. But maybe you like that. Knowing you’re gonna need to be a dependent pig who gets stuffed endlessly and sucked off as a reward.

Keep telling yourself it’s not gonna get that bad and you won’t get that fat. It’ll make your embarrassment when you’re 400+ pounds even hotter for the rest of us.

Drink up fatboy, you’ve gotta start conditioning yourself to get off from food and jiggling your belly NOW before it’s too late…

Imagine I’m your chunky boss, large and in charge of everything, while you? Just my loyal employee, willing to do anything just for some recognition by me 😏

Every day I pull you into my office and ask one question-

“are you hungry?”

Of course you are fat ass, after all, you have a secret job here that nobody knows you get paid to do—

Being my office pig

You’ll never need to concern yourself with endless, tedious paperwork as long as I’m here…

That’s just to distract your colleagues so the don’t get to see the damage I’m doing to your body

Everyone is too glued to their screen to pay attention to how wide you’re becoming

They’re too distracted to see you burst out of your old uniform as you’re forced to stuff yourself just for me

Every day you walk in just a little fatter, unable to see your privates, your feet, not even past those udders you’re starting to grow

And every day ends with you with a funnel in your mouth, bent over my desk…

while I plop my heavy gut on that bubble butt and stuff my cock inside of you — 😘

Yeah your habits have rubbed off on me, but that’s ok

We look gooooood being fatties together

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Bring back soda, have at least 1 or 2 cans of soda a day. Eat fast food more often? Get more sweets honestly the whole world is like a buffet and I just want to stuff my face with it all!

My roommate just moved out so I can really glut out now. And frankly getting labeled obese by my doctor may as well be a life achievement.

I've always been a big eater but have always sat around 170ish pounds but I'm ready to blow up my waistline

Any tips? Guides? I'm being serious when I say I genuinely want to become obese, I want my cosplays I would wear at conventions to not fit anymore, I want my chair to feel tighter. I just want to feel and BE fat. I've been fit my whole life and god dammit I want to be know as the fat guy!! Frankly even the idea of getting diabetes gets hotter by the second. I want to be BIG. I want to be FAT. Out of shape. I want others to see me and be reminded of the obesity issue we have in America

Fuuuck, I love this. You’re really asking how to let it all go and get properly ruined—not just your waistline, but your whole health too? Mmm, I can’t say no to that, especially since I’ve been there myself.

I used to be fit as fuck—playing sports, living in the gym for over three hours a day, eating clean, sitting at around 120 lbs. I never imagined I’d turn into a 250+ lb pig dreaming about getting even bigger and more helpless… but here I am, still getting fatter while I help other pigs along the way.

The path is simpler than you think, and I’m so excited for you to start.

Start by adding sugar and grease to fucking everything you eat. Drown your meals in butter or straight fat. Swap water for soda and don’t hold back—go for a liter or two from the beginning, and make sure every bite is chased with it. Fast food is your new best friend: fried chicken, double bacon burgers, pizza, donuts, cakes, all of it. Eat like it’s celebrating you.

But what really shot me up fast were my weight-gain shakes. Before bed, I blend 500 ml heavy cream, 500 ml whole milk, cookies, pieces of cake, cake flour, ice cream, a whole bar of butter, and a ridiculous amount of sugar. Blend it smooth and chug it all down—use a funnel if you want it to feel extra hot and easy. One or two of those and you’ll feel yourself swelling.

Move less. Let your body get lazy and soft. And the most important part? Train your mind to crave this. Every time you eat something fattening, touch yourself. Put porn on if you need to. Edge and stroke while you stuff, and only let yourself cum when you’re so full you can barely breathe. Teach yourself to eat no matter the mood—happy, horny, sad, angry, bored—use food and that heavy, stuffed feeling to melt everything away. Let porn and calories spike your dopamine until it’s the only thing that feels good anymore.

Follow this and you’ll start seeing those beautiful stretch marks appear. Your belly will push out as your appetite explodes. Your brain will get rewired by constant pleasure and fullness. Before long the signs of insulin resistance show up, your eating gets even wilder, and you slide right into type 2 diabetes. Then insulin becomes your new favorite tool—it’ll make you blow up even faster, and it feels so good you won’t want to stop.