myian! 25, they/them

Except you're determined to prove I can't, ply me with drinks until I'm woozy and slipping from domineering to slurry and sweetly submissive, tame the dog and domesticate it

but

god

Oh yeah, what if... there would have to be some fair amount of rewiring and manipulation involved...

What if it started small, with some slightly suspicious ads sneaking into their life, advertising food in large quantities?

What if colleagues brought pastries to work all the time and it felt rude to refuse? After all, they are trying to advance their career and these people are important!

What if they got a partner who encouraged them to stay at home with them more? "You can go on a run tomorrow, but I'm here today" kind of thing?

What if the ads gradually got more frequent? The donuts at work larger? The sedentary pasttimes with their partner more and more enticing?

After some time of these subtle changes, the person might find that they no longer have troubles sitting still in one place, and actually feel better and less frantic. They now notice that it's quite pleasant to spend their afternoons on the couch, resting after a day of work. They go on runs from time to time, but the distance keeps getting shorter, and they realize it's not as much fun as it once was.

This is just the beginning - and it could end there if the day came that the person realized their clothes don't fit right, and decided to go back to the strict routine.

But that day never comes, because a dilligent partner exchanges their clothes for larger sizes regularly, and distracts them with new shows, movies, and games. A promotion at work comes, and that means long hours sitting in the chair with snacks consumed mindlessly during work. And they now have several takeout apps installed on their phone.

And when the day of realization finally comes - maybe six months later, maybe a year - it's too late. Our former go-getter hasn't been on a run in months, hasn't taken the stairs in a couple weeks, and their belly spills out of their XL pants.

They should really go running... but the sheer idea makes them sweat.

So they eat more. Sit down more. And another year passes.

"I really should go running" turns into "I really should walk a bit more" turns into "Let's try for 50 steps today"... they now have to rock to get out of their bed.

But it's okay, isn't it? Their partner dotes on them, they got the promotion at work... maybe next time they could ask about accomodations. Like a bigger chair, for example.

Having their once slender figure pumped full of lard so rapidly that their skin and body don’t know how to react. Perfect little red tiger stripes growing angrier with each passing day, more and more time spent sat down as their little fat legs aren’t used to all of this new added weight.

Becoming more and more docile with each greedy pound that is carefully handfed onto them. Completely submitting to their evil feeders desires and being fattened way past the point they ever thought they’d get to.

Developing fat habits that have carefully been trained and brainwashed into them. Craving the sensation of being uncomfortably full, constantly having a snack on hand, needing funnelled wg shakes daily, being so pig like that anytime they think about food they are instantly horny.

Being so desperate to please and fatten up quickly they will eat sticks of butter and wash it down with heavy cream just to get those extra calories in for the day.

Feeders who tell you you need to lose weight as they swap out your diet sodas for full fat bottles, your protein shakes for bulk gainer, and pack as much grease into your 'healthy' meals as they can. Getting off on how upset you are when the scale reads that much higher than it did the week before and knowing they're going to ruin you forever

Feeders who don't let you lift a finger, breaking down your independence by catering to your every gluttonous desire before you even know you have it. Lulling you into complete lazy dependency until before you know it you're a bed bound blob guzzling down anything they put in front of you

once in a while i think of Hippocampal-dependent appetitive control is impaired by experimental exposure to a Western-style diet and Habitual intake of fat and sugar is associated with poorer memory and greater impulsivity in humans and similar and just feel this utterly vile lust for it. the concept that a couple weeks' exposure to the typical modern processed diet will be enough to make it difficult to stop not only for the expected reasons of "refined sugar makes your brain light up and you'll obviously want more of it" + "eating these hyperpalatable foods stokes your appetite/encourages eating for pleasure" (already so exploitable!) but also "it will make the decision making that allows you to reason about what you are eating and make different choices itself more difficult" is. so fucking. my god i can feel my control issues ringing off the hook.

each time you slip them another snack it gets that little bit easier. just a little at a time, over months if you let it, building the trust, the association, the appetite. letting it feel natural that you're stuffing them with every variety of post-industrial treat yet invented, each precisely tuned to be maximally binge-inducing, craveable, just shy of satisfying. straddling their lap, unbuttoning their jeans to let free a well-indulged belly, rubbing gentle circles into the faint red marks where the waistband cut into new fat. chipping away at something deeper and more fundamental than just their metabolism or appetite: that the higher cognition itself is blurred just slightly, almost imperceptibly, gradually growing fuzzy and sluggish in favor of pure chemical pleasure.

One of my absolute favourite has to be secretly slipping extra calories into someone's food, especially if they're trying to diet.

Swapping their protein shakes for indulgent chocolate milkshakes, their diet sodas for regular. Stirring weight gain powder into the batch of 'healthy flapjacks' I'm baking.

Encouraging them to have a few cheat days every week, and to eat way more than they usually would to 'get it out of their system'. Serving huge portions at dinner time, and telling them to eat up so they don't get hungry and snack later (but make sure they're surrounded by tasty snacks at all times, just in case.)

Couple that with always rewarding and praising them for eating well, and fucking them senseless when their belly is tightly packed, until they crave stuffing themselves with a visceral need they don't really understand.

Then one day, dropping the act. Putting them in front of the mirror and grabbing a fat handful of flab to jiggle. Making them confront how far they let things get without putting up the slightest bit of resistance. Helping them realise there's no point trying anymore, that they're always going to be my desperate, greedy piglet. Then prdering them to their knees and hand feeding them until they pant with the heavy weight of their gut.

Fat girl trying to lose weight

Dressed in workout clothes she thinks are cute but are a little snug to motivate her to lose some weight

Buying herself meal prep kits and protein shakes for pre and post workout meals

Going to the gym only to come home and binge all her food for the week.

Shake after shake

Meal after meal

Getting even more turned on the more her already snug waistband digs into her swollen gut.

Feeling so embarrassed the next day that she doesn't want to show face in the gym.

Getting fast food instead and buring the shame when she greets her partner back at home.

Not having the guts to admit she got greasy food in her car instead of doing her workouts.

Her new routine becomes pretending to go to the gym while she stuffs her face in her car

Gaining weight instead of losing it

Poor girl :/

Gaining weight instead of losing it sounds like all ex-gym girls, love it!

You feed me. So much

My belly aches with how full you keep me, but obediently I open my mouth, chew and swallow. Again and again and again, head emptying into bloated bliss as my gut fills even more

Such a plump pet

So well behaved and eager

The farm dogs are soooooo strict and boring, they never pay attention to how hungry or needy all the cute fluffy sheep are, but the Wolf cares! The Wolf always brings treats to eat when the farm dogs are away. He rubs their tummies and tells them that they're looking quite nice and plump in a way that makes all the sheep feel warm and dizzy. Never mind just how hungrily he looks at them as he offers another treat~

The Wolf takes care of that needy heat between their bucking legs as he squeezes his claws into their plush, spreading thighs. The sheep bleat and moan as they shake in ecstasy, watching their fattened bellies wobble as the Wolf growls with his rough tongue still pleasuring them. Never mind how he mutters to himself afterwards about looking forward to a different kind of taste~

(tw: intox, weed, corruption)

@fatguarddog Feedist Kinktober prompts

You've been captured in the spell of weed and gluttony for so long that the rest of the world seems to have completely faded away. You smoke and eat, coming in and out of the haze only for long enough to get more to eat. Your body has swelled with so much fat you jiggle and bounce with every movement. Not that you've been doing a lot of that. You don't waddle, yet, but you're starting to mentally prepare for it. you were always chubby, but lately you've started eating non-stop, chasing the dual dizzying high of a belly stretched to it's max and being stoned out of your mind.

Don't worry about it though. Just take another hit and keep eating. Keep letting yourself sink into food coma after food coma, barely doing anything except to make sure that the food doesn't stop. Nothing is as important anymore as giving in to every craving that pops into your mind. It doesn't matter, let it fade so that you can zone in on every flavour flooding your mouth with pleasure. Reduce all your thoughts down to wanting more.