You’re already too fat to be hot. That double chin and porky belly? Those stretch marks? Feeder bait and nothing else.

Too fat to turn back. Maybe you’re already there. So fat, pathetic, and out of shape that you’ll never be thinner than you are now. Each month is a before picture for the next time you realize you went up another pant size.

Too fat for chairs isn’t far off. A few months from now (especially if you keep stuffing and getting yourself off to these asks), you’ll sit your enormous fat ass onto a chair and the legs will give out. Splintering as they fail to carry your weight.

Too fat to be taken out in public. You think I’d be seen with a hog like you? A pathetic mess that can hardly waddle. Wheezing with ice cream stains on her triple chin. No, you’ll stay in your pen where you belong.

Too fat to walk. You saw it coming didn’t you? That slow lumbering to the fridge was getting tiring. Just lay back let the tube fill your body with fattening sludge 24/7 and grow.

Too fat for normal sex. With that belly as huge as it is and those tree trunk thighs. There’s simply too much lard in the way. Don’t worry piggy that won’t be a problem, every roll and fold has its uses. You don’t mind do you? You’re too fat to have dignity or self respect anymore.

no responsibilities.

no routine.

no fixed times.

no duties.

just filled to the brim with good food, endorphins beaming from your little piggy brain and dopamine rewarding you for engorging and gobbling on anything edible within a radius of 2 meters from you... wondering what's for dinner.

you wake up at improbable hours, and then you eat, you hit up the pc and devote your hours to videogames, streamings, and food until you go to bed.

i don't even have to encourage you by now...

you're digging your own grave a bite after another.

you know, i see the posts you publish on your kinky socials.

you almost always say that it's me filling that ball of lard you have as a gut...

...but in reality, if I make you stuff once a week it's a lot. After all, I work full time and I'm often too tired to do much but cook for you a filling meal and then going to bed listening to some ASMR to fall asleep...

but you... you love to appoint the entire guilt on me.

you love to tell everyone that it's me rendering you so obese that you can't even walk anymore.

you love to make everyone think "boo hoo poor feedee, her wife is fattening her up!"...

...while in reality you panic if you don't eat for even an hour.

the other day you literally had a meltdown because we didn't have anymore cookies.

and two days before that, you begged me to find another job just so that you could order mcdonalds more often.

(i'm searching for it, of course...)

i'm watching your puffy body sink in the mattress and i can hardly recognize each body part as a human one...

you're deforming your meat vessel by adding so much lard it's becoming unrecognizable.

you're digging your own grave a bite after another...

i'll sleep all night, like always...

...and instead you, like every night, will wake up around 5 am and eat whatever you can fit in your mouth without having to cook it.

oh, my dear hog...

you are so lost in the folds of your own obesity...

5.🍃,🥂 or neither?

(Whichever gets them to stuff their face more 😜) I’m not big into either one but I’ll take a good wine with dinner 🍷

7.Belly rubs or belly jiggles?

Oof do I have to pick??? 🥺 I do love the sensuality of some belly rubs but feeling the weight of a belly in your hands before dropping it and watching it bounce is soooo sexy 🥵

15.Favourite food to see a fatty eat?

Guys i really can’t stop eating 😳 ive never seen my belly like this before wtf

Sitophilia

I've always gotten a "tingle" deep inside when I've eaten something really good and when I've eaten a lot of food.

Adding food to a sexual encounter, or even when masturbating has always made it better.

Leaning into these feelings over the years has only exacerbated these feelings: they get stronger the more I do them and the fatter I've gotten.

Gluttony

I've always loved food.

My upbringing always had plentiful food and food for every situation: pleasure, celebration, rewards, sadness.

I've always loved a good buffet. The opportunity to taste different things and flavors is always appealing.

Even when I was skinny, I would eat very big meals.

In college I scared off many boys with how much I would eat on a the date, especially if we were at an all-you-can-eat place.

The fatter I get and the more I eat, the more gluttonous I'm getting.

I snack constantly and I'm always thinking about big meals

Oberexia

I grew up around fatness. I was the runt of the litter, so to speak.

Even in Highschool, many of the girls in my classes were bigger than me, and most were fat.

I longed to be fat. I would try to imagine myself fat. I sometimes would stuff my clothes. I even bought a plus sized dress at a thrift shop and padded it. In college I snuck in a padded character to a variety show I did.

When I finally started gaining weight, as much as I would gain, the plateaus I would hit became more and more frustrating, especially when I got into being a feedee/gainer.

Because my vision of what I should weigh continues to climb, when I see myself, I'm always too small.