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Imagining a feeder who actively makes sure you don’t realize you’ve gotten massively fat. They size up your clothes without you ever noticing, never make comments about how big you are but how small you are. Lying about how there should be faster results, telling you that you should eat more followed by a painful stuffing. When you scroll places like tumblr admiring fellow gainers, seeing how big some people have made themselves, you start to realize how you look bigger than them. Your gut hangs lower, your thighs explode out of any pants and stretch marks cover your bulging belly. You tell your feeder this and they say how people always look smaller online, that you still have a long way to go to be as big as the fatties you once dreamt of becoming. All the while knowing that they had made you far bigger long ago and the only way to keep you going is to get you to a point where turning back is no longer an option.

I want to be able to look in the mirror and run my hands over every stretchmark, knowing that every new pound is a mark of their desire for me. To look up into their eyes and see that it's not enough, that they need even more as I swell past my wildest imaginations. I want to show them my devotion, my overwhelming need to eat and grow and bury myself in ever more lard all for them. I want to be someone's perfect little toy, softened up so nicely that everyone knows that they take care of me. More than anything, I need someone to make me theirs. To feed me and shape me to their whims, to layer me with soft and doughy affection. to show me just how pretty I am to them.

—and feeding you, and feeding you, and feeding you, and

and "i know you're feeeeling sooooo fucked up, love, but one more will feel soooo good, i just want you to feel so so good for me <3"

You’ll tug it down, pretend it still fits, but we both know better. It was made for someone smaller, and you’ve been eating your way far past that size.

So how does it feel to know, you’ve been such a good pig, it’s impossible to hide it?

you finally have someone to open your mouth for, someone to push your limits for, someone to get soft for.

Feed them until they reach their goal and feed them some more to celebrate getting to that weight you were both aiming for. Make them a feast to eat and gorge on, so they can be praised, encouraged and pushed to their bigger limits. All of that just to end with their now softer and fuller body can be caressed and fondled for managing to get to their highest weight and for being able to scarf down that much food in a sitting.