stuff me !

reblog if you giggle every time you see the phrase "trans fats" on food packaging

Thanks feedism community for turning an ordinary cooking ingredient into an erotic object. When it comes up in a recipe I just gasp a little 😭

I want to fatten you up. I want to feed you until your belly starts to get softer, and rounder, and spill out onto your lap, and I still want you to come back the next day, ready to be fattened up even more. I want you to feel your body grow chubbier, to feel your clothes get tighter and tighter, to feel your belly hang further over your waistband, and I still want you to plop down, unbutton your pants, let your chubby gut spill out, and open your mouth, ready to eat anything that I want to feed you, like an eager, obedient piggy. I want you to feel your body get heavier, wider, and softer, your burgeoning rolls filling out your clothes and spilling out all around you, and I still want you to pig out until you can't eat another bite, leaning back into your food coma while you watch me rub and poke your growing body and tell you what a great job you're doing at being fattened up. I want you to do everything you can to make sure that your body grows as fat as possible, eager to please me with every new pound that you add onto your softening body. I want you to become lazier, spending your days relaxing with your soft, plush body spilling out around you, knowing that every conserved calorie will go straight towards helping your body grow. I want you to become more gluttonous, pushing yourself to your limits and consuming as much fattening food as I can shove into your mouth, eager to outdo yourself and become even greedier than last time. I want you to become more hedonistic, caressing and groping your own soft rolls at every opportunity, turning yourself on so much by the feeling of your fattening body that the only thing you can think about is being fattened up even more. Even if your body becomes heavier and more massive than you ever thought you'd get, I want you to keep waddling over, your obese body bouncing and jiggling all around you, and I still want you to plop down, take out your huge, growing belly, sink your fingers into your fat, look up at me, and open your mouth, wanting nothing more than to be praised and fed and fattened up even more. I want you to become a docile, obedient piggy who doesn't care how fat she gets, as long as it's as fat as her feeder wants.

I want to fatten you up. I want to feed you until your belly starts to get softer, and rounder, and spill out onto your lap, and I still want you to come back the next day, ready to be fattened up even more. I want you to feel your body grow chubbier, to feel your clothes get tighter and tighter, to feel your belly hang further over your waistband, and I still want you to plop down, unbutton your pants, let your chubby gut spill out, and open your mouth, ready to eat anything that I want to feed you, like an eager, obedient piggy. I want you to feel your body get heavier, wider, and softer, your burgeoning rolls filling out your clothes and spilling out all around you, and I still want you to pig out until you can't eat another bite, leaning back into your food coma while you watch me rub and poke your growing body and tell you what a great job you're doing at being fattened up. I want you to do everything you can to make sure that your body grows as fat as possible, eager to please me with every new pound that you add onto your softening body. I want you to become lazier, spending your days relaxing with your soft, plush body spilling out around you, knowing that every conserved calorie will go straight towards helping your body grow. I want you to become more gluttonous, pushing yourself to your limits and consuming as much fattening food as I can shove into your mouth, eager to outdo yourself and become even greedier than last time. I want you to become more hedonistic, caressing and groping your own soft rolls at every opportunity, turning yourself on so much by the feeling of your fattening body that the only thing you can think about is being fattened up even more. Even if your body becomes heavier and more massive than you ever thought you'd get, I want you to keep waddling over, your obese body bouncing and jiggling all around you, and I still want you to plop down, take out your huge, growing belly, sink your fingers into your fat, look up at me, and open your mouth, wanting nothing more than to be praised and fed and fattened up even more. I want you to become a docile, obedient piggy who doesn't care how fat she gets, as long as it's as fat as her feeder wants.

please please pleaaaseeee

It’s so hot imagine if there was a pill that makes you 100lbs fatter instantly. 100 pounds of pure fat consumes your body. You clothes shrink into your skin as you fat explodes out your pants and shirt. As you’re walking to the mirror you can feel the incredible difficulty each steps take as you have to carry around a now enormous round belly. You admire all the changes in the mirror. Your belly spills out of your clothes. You lift up your belly and drop it and are blown away by the force of your fat gut. Every part of you is fatter. Your face is fat. Your thighs are fat. But your favorite part is your fat belly. You wanted to be fat so bad so taking this pill was easy for you. Now you get to live your fantasies as a fat person.