Joyful Pigs

Rosie Jade trying to lie by saying she was “groomed into feederism” on a podcast is so hilariously cute.

She ballooned like crazy during her time making content and was very clearly loving every second of it.

Even now after claiming she’s retired from the life style she currently has a 20yo boyfriend who is into feederism, it makes you wonder doesn’t it?

She never grew out of feederism, the only thing that grew was her insatiable hunger and ever so expanding waistline.

She loved every second of this.

Once you surrender to the piggy life style you can never go back, you are doomed for morbid obesity no matter how hard you try and fight it. Your one purpose in life is to swell to the point of bursting and nothing more. ;)

Yeah. That’s me. I was 18 yo, weighed around 70 kg and i was just ending a forced diet-and-exercise plan crafted by my own (FAT) parents to make me lose the weight I gained from 14 to 16 (after I discovered what feedism was at 14).

Here I was 16 yo and around 120 kg. I loved being big and heavy and to breathe heavily after just some steps of stairs. I loved the way my peers stopped bullying me in the classic way and, instead, just started offering me food. More and more and in any occasion. There was a time around my third year of high school where I always had some food in my mouth from 8.00 am to 4 pm in class, just because my classmates kept “accidentally” buying too much food from the school café (it was a BIG complex with like 10 major study addresses and 3 different buildings) or “oh no my mom packed a snack i don’t like, help yourself”. They of course talked behind my back about how I was disgusting, always eating, lazying around in PE, how I was gonna blow up if they kept feeding me highly caloric junk food, and how they couldn’t wait for my clothes to stop covering my belly so they could see exactly how disgustingly fat I was growing.

And this was me at 14 yo, already spilling out from my pajamas because I already was around 60 kg and 140 cm tall when I discovered what feedism was… the instant I started fattening myself up, it took just a couple months for me to pack up crazy weight (from spring to autumn I went from 60ish kg straight to 75-80 kg!!)

Look at me now. Finally happy as I can be… almost 180 kg of pure hog. I no longer have clothes that fit me, because I keep gaining weight so it would be a waste of money to buy them every time they stop fitting or covering my bulging and loppy belly. No point in doing so… anyway I almost never leave home, so it really doesn’t make sense to worry about it. I am content of never leaving home, mind you! I chose that. Doing errands outside became so tiring… why doing them when there’s my wife that offered doing them for me? So I stay at home, eating and sitting on the couch playing videogames all day, happy to not be wheezing around the city just to get meds or clothes or whatever.

my poor floorboards 😮‍💨

Actually stood up for once lol

Bloated but still not big enough 🥺

Maybe another 5 ciders will push me to almost popping 🤷🏻‍♀️

Think my breakfast was big enough?

after a long day of stuffing, this is what eating dessert is like~

Nothing turns me on more than being the centre of attention everywhere I go, being the fattest!! I make sure I bring attention to myself when I eat as nothing makes me wetter than getting fatter in front of shocked people! 🐷🥵🩷