Fat girls

For everybody:

1. Are you a: gainer, encourager, mutual gainer or all of the above? 2. Sexuality? 3. Are you on grommr, fantasy feeder or feabie? 4. What made you start a gaining tumblr? 5. Tumblr crushes? 6. Best gaining and FA blogs on tumblr? 7. Are you in a relationship? If yes is it a feederism relationship?   8. What did you think about your “urges” before you discovered that gaining was a thing (we’ve all been there) 9. What do you like most about this community? 10. What do you hate most about this community? 11. What is your earliest memory about this scene? 12. What is your weirdest memory about this scene?

For gainers:

13. Are you now or have you been actively gaining before? 14. How long have you been actively gaining? 15. What is your current weight? 16. What are you current measurements? 17. What size clothes you’re wearing? 18. What is your goal in gaining (physically)? 19. When it comes to relationships you prefer: a thin encourager, a fat encourager or another gainer? 20. When it comes to encouragers do you prefer: forceful, pushy, teasing, handsy, romantic, submissive, good cook? (multiple options are permitted) 21. Would you date a civilian? If so would you tell him about you gaining wishes? 22. Have you had casual feeding sessions? Would you like to (or more)? 23. Being fed by another person or nom by yourself? 24. Eating while fucking (or being fucked)? 25. Forcefeeding? 26. Being teased? 27. Being humiliated? 28. Being worshipped? 29. Bossing around an “obliging” encourager? 30. Are you: Dominant, submissive, switch or doesn’t apply? 31. Your biggest fantasy gaining wise? 32. Your most intense fantasy gaining wise? Would you like to go for it IRL? 33. What is something you think you did right when it comes to your gaining lifestyle? 34. What is something you think you did wrong when it comes to your gaining lifestyle? 35. Describe your perfect partner in 3 to 5 sentences.

For Encouragers:

36. Are you now or have you been actively encouraging anybody before? 37. For how long? 38. What is your goal in gaining (physically)? 39. When it comes to relationships you prefer: an already obese person, a new gainer or it doesn’t matter? 40. When it comes to gainers do you prefer: Dominant, shameless, proud, submissive, romantic, a lifter or shy? (multiple options are permitted) 41. Would you consider fattening up an unsuspecting partner who’s not into gaining? 42. Would you consider gaining for your partner? 43. Would you date a civilian? If so would you tell him about you feederism wishes? 44. Have you had casual feeding sessions? Would you like to (or more)? 45. Feeding someone or let him nom by himself? 46. Feeding while fucking (or being fucked)? 47. Forcefeeding? 48. Teasing a fatty? 49. Humiliating a fatty? 50. Worshipping a fatty? 51. Serving a bossy gainer? 52. Are you: Dominant, submissive, switch or doesn’t apply? 53. Your biggest fantasy that related to feederism? 54. Your most intense fantasy related to feederism? Would you like to go for it IRL? 55. What is something you think you did right when it comes to your feederism lifestyle? 56. What is something you think you did wrong when it comes to your feederism lifestyle? 57. Describe your perfect partner in 3 to 5 sentences.

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You thought you'd be able to fill your days with plenty of fresh fruit, vegetables, and lean proteins. And you did, at first. Your muscles showing through more as your body fat dropped. You continued to go out and party over the weekends but kept to that strict gym routine you'd built up.

But then the work deadlines started to hit, and you stopped having time to fit your gym sessions in. You reasoned it would be fine, only a few weeks where you'd cut down on the exercise. But as the deadlines kept piling up, you quickly lost the habit or working out.

Your sleep started to suffer and you found yourself craving sweet caffeinated drinks in the morning , with a pastry on the side to help get you through.

You'd skip the canteen in favour of working lunches, finding the most convenient things to mindlessly eat whilst desperately trying to get your work done. Eventually the snacking sessions grew longer and longer before it was more of a constant snacking than a working lunch. Soon, the only exercise you were getting was walking to the work vending machine for more snacks to munch on.

And when you got home you were too exhausted and unmotivated to make food, so you opted instead of takeaways and food delivery apps for your meals and groceries. Ordering an obscene amount of convenience snacks next to your fast food order that got gradually larger each passing week.

And you stopped going out as much over the weekends, but you still wanted to treat yourself. So you'd spend your Saturday evenings beached out on the couch surrounded by beer and food wrappers instead. You catch glimpses of yourself in the mirror and barely recognise yourself any more. You'd been so determined to stay fit and lean, but now?

Now you could feel your body slowing down and growing larger. You could feel the jiggle in your hips and lower belly as you walked to your desk, large sweet coffee and a bag of cinnamon rolls in hand. You can hear your own breathing, heavy and laborious as you carry around the extra flesh. You could feel your waistband cutting into soft flesh when you sat down in your chair, hear the weak groan from it as it struggles to hold your weight. You can feel your belly sitting gently on thickened thighs. You can feel the tightness of your shirt straining against your belly, chest ,and softened arms as you lean forward to log in to your computer. You sigh, you already gave up and sized up clothing recently, how can it be that you are outgrowing clothes already? You thought had it all worked out.

Only to see they are around my age, definitely impressive. These are supposed to be our "prime years", the "best time" of our lives when it comes to physical condition in general.

Yet here you are, stuffing your belly with so much food until you end up bloated and eventually in a food coma, barely getting any physical activity in your day to day and the little you do, like climbing up a flight of stairs, leaves you winded.

Having a gut that rests heavily on your thick thighs, plenty of fat rolls to go along with your belly and a nice double chin that always frames your face. You have really fattened yourself up in a very short amount of time, almost as if you were trying to win a competition, but of course there was never one, all that weight came from gluttony and a desire to be this plump little thing, all that eating has turned you into a proper fatty.

While I know not everyone works out like I do, not everyone gets winded with a flight of stairs, most people don't get tired by walking around for a bit and certainly most people can't eat multiple meals in one seat.

Go slow. As you up my calorie intake, forbid me from reading books and any educational content. It's only a strain on my eyes, after all. I don't need books when I have games and shows.

Weeks will pass, and they will leave me with a bit of pudge around my midsection. Slowly, my thoughts, instead of focusing on information and research, will revolve around the next episode of a show and the next meal I'll eat. I will slowly become a cute chubster - but nothing drastic so far.

But then again, some games and shows can be quite complex, forcing you to solve mysteries and think a lot about the details. I won't need those anymore. You'll add more snacks to my routine and cut the physical activity to minimum; at the same time, you will forbid me from watching shows that are too complicated and games that engage too much. No need for adult content, unless it's reality shows.

I will pack on the pounds. Definitely a fatty now. I will find my concentration slipping, my attention span shortening. You'll stop using complex language when talking to me. After months of this treatment, I'll hear a complicated word somewhere, and I'll blink, trying to remember what it means. I won't be able to. Oh, well. I'll gulp down another burger, watching my favourite cartoon.

That's when the next step will come. I really don't need anything other than Teletubbies, really. Games are too hard, after all, you have to click and do things. I won't like doing things any more, it makes you sweat. Like walking. Walking makes you sweat, and I don't like the smell of sweat. I like the smell of food, though, so you'll allow me to watch some toddler TV as I pack in another tray of cupcakes. I won't be moving much anymore, except to go to the bathroom, but at some point, that will become a thing of the past, too. I will expand in my bed, just as my mind will shrink.

Maybe one day, you will ask me a question. "Do you like your new life?"

"I like food!!" I will say, giggling, crumbs from the cookies I'll be munching on falling on my triple chin.

"You sure do," you'll say, smiling. "Do you regret anything?"

"What's 'regret'?"

"Never you mind, dumb dumb." You'll pat my fat cheek. "Now, finish your snack, I have a pizza ready for you."

"Yes!! Pizza!!" I'll squeal, clapping my chubby hands.

people see you and naturally take pity on you.

you're so big, everything must be such hard work.

everyone knows you'll be panting and out of breath if you have to do things for yourself.

I'd rather be with someone who had zero engagement with the world. If you never challenged them, they'd simply choose to do nothing. No concerns. No worries. No concept of long-term thought. Life would be a series of naps in bed. Eating until it hurts wouldn't be a problem, because there's no consequences. Sleep it off. Facing reality with clothes, socializing, that's all removed from the picture. Gained weight again? What does it matter? You stay in bed. You don't have a worldly reason to haul yourself around and curse the added difficulty of moving.

It's liberating to be utterly unbothered by the world around you. A declaration of "you know what, I am done caring."

Nothing has thrilled me more than knowing I could leave a partner in bed all day and they'd never complain. Never seeing them stressed, never seeing them anxious. Giving that lazy, sleepy smile when you ask what she did all day. Nothing, of course.

This all ties nicely to the idea of fattening someone up. The idea of turning someone into a blob. The laziness, the apathy, and increasing weight each doing an equally important role in turning someone into a hedonist.

Watch as they become high maintenance. Meals and snacks and meals and snacks blur together. Where is she? In bed, taking up space, eating. Not hungry? It doesn't matter. Food is entertainment. It passes the time. She'll always finish her plate. She's given up. There's no reason to deny the pleasure of mindlessly eating.

And where will this take someone? There's less time for thoughtful living. It takes a long time to eat 4-5 meals. Snacking is a long, slow burn in between meals. The afterglow of being bloated and full occupies hours of their day. They passively lay there as you clean the area. Clear the trash, bring more food, feel your hands scrubbing between the folds of fat. Lotioning all the hanging fat.

(Contains: Weight gain, immobility, mentions of fat phobia, implied health problems)

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

Like finding only the best quality clothes in their size instead because such corpulence deserves only the best, instead of getting whatever because “they’ll only outgrow it”.

It’s hot out and everyone’s expecting the big guy/girl to sweat up a storm and reek but no, they smell like pure lavender (example) because their feeder spent a good 60-90 minutes in making sure they were nice and clean after a bubble bath or shower and then every inch of them has been covered in only the best products. Body butters, foot creams, face masks and hair care, special sprays– “jajoba & cashmere” branded shit.

It’s all very expensive upkeep, especially when they keep getting bigger and their body becomes even more expensive in every aspect. Doesn’t matter if the feeder is the service sub or the dom or whatever the fuck either, this is just a necessity.

people see you and naturally take pity on you.

you're so big, everything must be such hard work.

everyone knows you'll be panting and out of breath if you have to do things for yourself.