Starting as a fairly smart college student who can be a bit vain, then (at the suggestion of my lover) gaining some weight. I like the way it looks and that my tight clothes have gotten a whole lot tighter, my boobs popping out of my shirts. What I really like, though, is that I’m even more the center of attention than before and my lover can’t keep their hands off of me.

Whenever I’m studying, my lover brings me snacks and pulls me away to watch trashy reality shows and eat whatever take-out meals they’ve ordered for me to absentmindedly binge on. This ritual always leads to a pleasant evening together, so I comply and secretly like the shows from what I insist is purely an anthropological stance. At first, my grades only suffer a bit. At first, most of my clothes still fit.

Then, come the clips. I’ve been so stressed because of classes and had a button break on one of my blouses before a major presentation, spilling my gut out in front of a more-than-gracious professor who let me reschedule. I’m always hungry and fast food or the gluttonous snacks my lover has stocked in our pantry are the fastest to come by. To relax me, they send me a hypnosis clip that’s supposed to relieve stress. I feel myself start to drift...

Nothing immediately feels different other than a relaxed state so I watch the clip a few more times (despite the warning that says not to overdo it). During an evening binge-session, my lover offhandedly asks me a question about a class we’re in together and I stumble through an answer while distracted by the cookie I’d been eating. I realize, suddenly, that I don’t know the answer. My lover can see the blankness in my expression, my fat lips still ajar though I am speechless. But, that night, the sex is great and I forget the embarrassment.

I’m still as vain as I’ve always been, but the perkiness is new after my lover sends me a different hypnosis clip that they ensure is as good as the first one. I smile and giggle. Each time I watch it leaves me feeling so good I don’t really remember why I’d been so sad. Was it over school? Sometimes my lover finds me in our apartment during times I should be in class, stuffing my face with food or examining my new stretch marks in the mirror. I send them sexy pictures, my waist pushing the limits of the piece I’m in.

When I do go to class, I hardly resemble the girl I’d been at the start of the semester. My ass hangs over the sides of the chair, my tasteful cleavage has turned into skintight dresses that show every single new roll of fat. I almost never volunteer to answer the questions professors ask because I’m hardly paying attention to the lecture, but the occasional one will still call on me and listen as I give an answer that’s, like, um... can you repeat the question? I don’t get it.

A good piggy is a lazy piggy, so let’s all remember to spend plenty of time on the couch! I know in the beginning it might be hard to stay on the couch all day, but after a few weeks of denying yourself a walk around the neighborhood or a trip to the gym in exchange for the coziest spot in the house, you’ll forget all about exercise in no time!

Just like an athlete, it’s smart to prepare yourself for couch training, but instead of stretches we’ll be gathering supplies to keep us happy, comfy, and fed all day! Remember, when we’re prepared, we don’t have to get up!

Some handy piggy supplies might include your favorite blanket, some nice stretchy pajama pants for when you’ve been snacking, a nice big drink that you won’t have to refill, and of course, enough snacks to last you at least 3 hours! If you’re like me and you like variety, go ahead and bring everything you might want to eat into your piggy pad with you so that you don’t have to get up when you inevitably get hungry for it!

When it comes to couch training, lazy piggies shouldn’t look to accomplish much, but here are some activities to help keep you sedentary! There’s always tv to provide hours and hours of mind numbing entertainment, but don’t forget about movies, feedee podcasts, or even audio books! Having to actually read books might be hard for the lazier piggy, so don’t feel like you need to challenge yourself with any of those! Playing video games, scrolling TikTok, or watching dirty videos are other great options! Doing things that don’t require a lot of brain power is key!

Another good activity for couch piggies is playing with yourself, stuffing, or sexting/facetiming your feeder! If your feeder is home with you, you can always incorporate feedings into couch training, too, as a reward or incentive to not get up!

When you’ve thoroughly exhausted yourself by sitting on your ass and eating all day, it might be time for a much deserved nap! Couch training should include frequent naps so that the piggy doesn’t get too tired to eat!

If the piggy ever gets sore or feels the need to stretch after sitting for so long, try taking some pain meds and massaging your fat rather than getting up! If your feeder is home, ask them to rub you down to help with the soreness. There are also plenty of stretches piggies can do while remaining seated! You know you don’t really want to get up, so don’t!

but the truth is i’m not really concerned at all. i know exactly how gluttonous i’ve conditioned the poor little thing to be. i know she will moan and open wide for her next bite whenever i grope her lard or call her a pig. it’s not an accident that hedonism and the thought of being buried in fat are virtually inseparable from pleasure in her silly little hogbrain. it isn’t a coincidence that i only ever make her cum when she’s so glutted with junk food she can barely breathe.

There seem to be a fair amount of unrepentant feedees who get obscenely fat off the doting care of mothers willing to keep their sweet little angels bloated, swollen and useless

If you look at your child drowning in excess flesh and to keep shoveling goodies into them, there needs to be some sort of crossed wiring in there- no good parent without something a little wrong with them would see someone they're supposed to nurture into their best selves struggling to move their bloated body or even breath and keep enabling them- keep making them even fatter and more pathetic

I think more often than not, these moms are feedists, too - kinks are inherited, after all, and most feeders and feedees feel at least a little of both impulses

Feedists tend to have more than just a sexual desire to dote and care for those they love. It's a drive inside us to make sure the people we love and care for are never hungry, always satisfied.

Fat, and happy

I think most of these mothers never don't realize they have these kinks, so lacking the vocabulary, the impulse to feed feels 100% innocent to them. A non-sexual compulsion to only feel at peace when the people they care for are bloated messes, completely satisfied, never wanting for anything

They never realize their adult children aren't 'hungry' at all, that they aren't feeding an appetite or need for food any more. They're just enabling someone choosing to ruin themselves for sexual gratification

And they can't even recognize or admit that the drive that's helping them overlook what they're actually doing is tied deeply into their sexual psyche. The inability to acknowledge it letting them carry on like this unrepentant overfeeding is just what love looks like

Like it’s not even a “treat” or a “cheat meal” thing. It’s automatic. I grab my keys, get in the car, and before I even think about where I’m going, I’m already pulling into a line somewhere. McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Taco Bell… it doesn’t matter. I just need something hot, greasy, and way too much of it.

And it’s never just one thing. I tell myself I’ll get something small… and then I’m ordering like I haven’t eaten in days. Two burgers, large fries, nuggets, a soda… sometimes I’ll even add dessert before I’ve taken a single bite. The worst part? I’m already thinking about the next stop before I finish the first bag.

I eat in the car most of the time now. Sitting there, engine running, windows fogging up a little while I just shovel it in as fast as I can. No plate, no pause, no control. Just bite after bite until everything’s gone and I’m sitting there full to the point of discomfort… and still not satisfied.

Errands that should take 20 minutes turn into these ridiculous loops of drive thru after drive thru. I’ll literally plan my route around food. If there’s a stretch of road without a place to pull in and order, I feel it. Like I’m missing something. Like I need to fix it.

I don’t even wait to get home anymore. I can’t. The second I have food in my hands, it’s over. It’s like this switch flips and I just… go. No thinking, no stopping. Just stuffing my face until there’s nothing left.

Fuckk I’m so fuckin addicted to this shit fuckk

Mmm fuck I get horny evry time i eat and then I get horny cuz I’m thinking out eating and soon I’m jus gona always be horny

Tumblr is already desensitizing me to this lifestyle. Imagine if I had no outside influences to balance it out. I’d probably end up forgetting that other people do laundry and change their sheets sometimes.

I don’t want control anymore. I don’t want choices. I want to be tied down. Strapped to the bed, wrists pinned, ankles spread wide as my overfed belly spills over the sides. Tight, round, groaning from the sheer volume I’ve already crammed inside.

I want to be turned into a helpless feeding experiment. Tray after tray, bowl after greasy bowl, shoveled into my open mouth. Moaning, drooling, whining around every mouthful, but still swallowing. Always swallowing. I want to feel the food pile up in my gut like wet cement, until I’m trembling, red-faced, stretched taut like an overinflated balloon.

No breaks. No mercy. Just gluttony.

Until I’m a bloated, sweaty, whimpering mess. Barely able to speak, too full to move. Belly high, firm, angrily distended. Tears in my eyes, breath catching in my throat with every pitiful burp.

And then… the funnel comes out.

You tilt my head back. Slide the tube past my lips. Thick, sludgy gainer shake starts pouring down. I can’t stop it. Can’t fight. It’s too much, too heavy, too rich, and it’s still coming. Filling every last crevice of my ruined stomach. I can feel it sloshing, my belly gurgling and rising higher with each desperate swallow.

I moan like a thing possessed. Not human. Just a pig. A vessel. A gut meant to be filled.

I want you to keep going. Until I’m too full to make a sound. Until my belly is a tight, round globe. twitching, overstretched, obscene. Until I’m crying from the pressure, the fullness, the helpless need to be even bigger.