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Today is the day. I’m moving to my feeder’s place. He’s been fattening me up for years and providing for me when they fired me. He said gaining would be my only job. He’d come to my place every day after work and wouldn’t leave until i finished all the fast food and the treats he brought me.

I know he likes to fuck with fit guys from his gym. I don’t blame him, at least they don’t have their dicks covered in lard like me. That’s why i was surprised when he told me to move in with him. He must have realized i could barely take care of myself. I haven’t been able to weigh myself since I passed the big 550, since then everything has become a struggle for me. My huge hanging belly, and my gargantuan thighs make everything so hard. I’ve been moving less and less and that just made me weaker and more out of shape, if that was even possible.

When Tony arrived at my place this morning he had a big grin in his face like never before. He rubbed and played with my fat and called me “my prized hog”. I could see the lust in his face.

He helped me dress, and it felt weird to wear clothes again, I decided months ago that the effort to put on them was just too much. I looked like a stuffed sausage, the shirt can’t even cover my overhang now. I could tell Tony had a hard on through his skin tight pants. God, I can’t wait to wake up to his fit body ervery morning.

I think we are almost there. He’s helping me get out of the car. We are lucky we didn’t wait to do this, 50 more pounds and I’m not sure i could fit in there anymore.

The door is right there but I’m already getting out of breath. I tell him he has a cute house. “Thank you pig. You probably won’t see this part of it again, though”.

What did he mean with that? He’s opened a door that goes downstairs and tells me to do one last effort. I’m a little scared but what else can I do? I can’t live by myself anymore. Tony is the only true friend I have now.

I am sweating like never before. I can see the end of the stairs, now. “Welcome home, piggy”

I am sitting in a bed while i catch my breath, and i start to look around. The basement is quite simple. The bed I’m sitting in, a pretty big tv right in front of me, a fridge, a sink and… Is that a funnel mask?

who will help me get my gaining journey to the next the level? 🐷

scot basso (too fat for 15) weight gain 2015 -2022

afternoon with friends

Omg people. We need realness.

There's just too much fakeness on both sides of this fetish. The fakeness can be dangerous, especially since it actually requires a serious dedication and level of care for this fetish to work.

We've got the feedees who join Tumblr, send about 50 messages to individual FFA/FAs... then disappear after they have gotten off. They obviously have no real desire to gain weight, no matter how much they squawk that they want to. It's okay to dip your toe in and leave. But when you keep deactivating and coming back and deactivating and coming back... you're just unreliable at that point.

Then there are the feeders. People who write basic content and post selfies of their fit bodies, but have NEVER actually been with a fat person. They just love the attention that they get from feedees. They disappear pretty often as well. Which, yet again, is fine. Everyone should be free to explore and then leave when they want to. But... fat people. They can't just pretend and leave. The weight is still there. There IS NO pretending.

But, it's those of us who stick it out; who have been in the community for a while

Those of us who don't hide who we are. Those of us who have actually been with supersized partners, or are supersized themselves... those are the people I'll talk to in DMs and chat.

Like, I get this is a sexual kink. I get that people will indulge and then leave... it's the people they use along the way that suffer. I also get that this kink can be embarrassing for some. So they join kink communities under anonymous names when they are "feeling it", then ditch quickly when they change their mind. And that's okay. Just as long as they aren't stringing people along in the process.

My issue? Fat people can't just ditch their bodies when they change their mind. There is NO changing your mind when you weigh over 500 pounds. I mean, I suppose there is... but then there would be years of suffering and dieting. It's not as easy as just deactivating a profile.

I'm an FFA who has been with fat men. Men over 500lbs. I know the difficulty that comes with it. I know that, eventually you settle into a caregiver role when you're with such a large partner. There are things not talked about: cleaning them and washing the unreachable areas, helping them on and off furniture, even cutting their toenails because they can't reach.

If you define yourself as an FFA/FA, but you've never actually been with, or taken care of, a person who is morbidly obese. Then you are still living in fantasy.

But fantasy is fine.

Honestly, if you're not ready to truly care for someone large, fantasy is a good way to go.

But don't lie. Don't pretend you're a real fat admirer if you've never made the effort to be with a fat person (I understand just not having the opportunity yet, and that's different); or you've never made the effort to defend fat bodies in public.  Don't pretend you're ready for a feedist relationship if you're not prepared for the level of care that your feedee will need. And don't pretend you're in the same corner in the fight for fat liberation if you've never defended fat bodies in mainstream society.