feedee suggestions

for every hit you take, you have to consume an extra 500 calories. that’s not that hard, right? that’s like a bag of chips and a soda! you can do that for me, can’t you?

it’ll be easier after the first few hits, i promise. once you’ve taken six, seven, eight hits, the extra 4000 calories won’t look so daunting, and you'll be eager to shove your fat face full of all those useless, delicious calories.

after awhile you'll be nothing more than a stoned, obese, stuffed blob of lard pinned to the bed by your own hedonism.

(tysm ur an angel <3333)

why?

the next time you felt that feeling, it was at a tailgate and you were there with all your sisters & and their boyfriends, waiting for the game to finish so you could go to the frats and party. you got drunk again and this time you got hungry, so you walked over to the guy's side of the area and grabbed a slice of pizza, trying to avoid eye contact with your sisters nearby who you had overheard complaining about how "fat" they were getting (as they went from 100 to 110 pounds after spending every night partying, not eating all day and drinking all night) you laughed at those girls in your mind as you stood there in your size 0 slip dress, flaunting your body to the girls who fought to look like you. you devoured the first slice of pizza with that on your mind, and couldn't help yourself as you grabbed a second one, and with that, a few bread bites. you eyed the snack tray on the table, with baggies of chips and a cooler full of sugary sodas, but then you saw your Big sister glaring at you from across the room and you glanced down, recoiling in horror (and clenching your legs in arousal) your stomach was rounded out, pulling your dress tight across your belly in an almost obscene way. without a word, you grabbed your bag and stumbled off, embarrassed and drunk and so full, but so turned on for seemingly no reason. why would you be turned on by being so bloated from countless beers and greasy pizza, then being caught by one of the other girls there while you made a pig of yourself?

what sealed your fate was over christmas break, when your high school friends wanted to get together again and have a dinner party. you were still as thin as you had always been, but it lately you did feel a little resistance as you went to tug up your lulu pants which was unusual. your friends from high school, however, were not so lucky. your high school best friend had gained at least 40, maybe 50 pounds--a once skinny girl with a flat chest and stomach, now spilling out of a crop top and skirt, a muffin top cascading over the waistband of a skirt. your other friend, a once sporty guy who hadn't gained a day in his life, now walked in with a shirt that clung uncomfortably to his gut, which brought back that hot feeling in your pussy, your clit throbbing as you saw him, pot belly absolutely obscene to you. everyone brought a dish to welcome you home, and they all insisted you try each dish, then seconds, and thirds of this dish, this that one, and then try this one again--

good thing you had drinks.

by the end of the night, you were so nauseous you were convinced were you going to spew. you had ate so much, potato dishes soaked in heavy cream, the thickest mac n cheese you had seen in your life, cheesecakes, and at least 48 chicken wings, you had lost count after the first two dozen you had shoved down your throat in between cans of beer. you were seeing double, but you saw clearly the face your best friend was making as you chugged down another beer and before you could stop, there was a deafening pop! and the button on your jeans fell to the floor, bouncing off the cabinet and landing square in the center of the kitchen. you were so embarrassed, tears welling to your eyes. in a rush, you screamed for your friends to leave, refusing to listen to them as they tried to reason with you. after you kicked them out, you walked back into the kitchen, still crying and hot with shame, staggering as you try to bend over and grab the button that taunted you from the floor. you held it in your palm, then looked down at your belly, which was rounded out further than it ever had, and obscured your view of your feet as you glanced down, the movement sloshing all the countless cans of beer in you. your crop top couldn't hide the actual belly you were forming now, and you looked up to your reflection in the black tv. fuck. you looked pregnant. you looked at the cheesecake on the counter as you wiped your tears, one hand grabbing and the round gut spilling out of your jeans. you reached out for the tray, and without pausing ate the rest, not even bothering with silverware as you glutted yourself. before you could stop yourself, you had finished the whole cheesecake, then the rest of the mac n cheese, and then stumbled over yourself to grab the last two cans of beer, pouring them into a big cup together, throwing your head back in desperation as you drank both in seconds. you fall over chairs and tables to get over to the couch, belly so distended you let out a whimper whenever its jostled, and pass out there.

why?

the next time you felt that feeling, it was at a tailgate and you were there with all your sisters & and their boyfriends, waiting for the game to finish so you could go to the frats and party. you got drunk again and this time you got hungry, so you walked over to the guy's side of the area and grabbed a slice of pizza, trying to avoid eye contact with your sisters nearby who you had overheard complaining about how "fat" they were getting (as they went from 100 to 110 pounds after spending every night partying, not eating all day and drinking all night) you laughed at those girls in your mind as you stood there in your size 0 slip dress, flaunting your body to the girls who fought to look like you. you devoured the first slice of pizza with that on your mind, and couldn't help yourself as you grabbed a second one, and with that, a few bread bites. you eyed the snack tray on the table, with baggies of chips and a cooler full of sugary sodas, but then you saw your Big sister glaring at you from across the room and you glanced down, recoiling in horror (and clenching your legs in arousal) your stomach was rounded out, pulling your dress tight across your belly in an almost obscene way. without a word, you grabbed your bag and stumbled off, embarrassed and drunk and so full, but so turned on for seemingly no reason. why would you be turned on by being so bloated from countless beers and greasy pizza, then being caught by one of the other girls there while you made a pig of yourself?

what sealed your fate was over christmas break, when your high school friends wanted to get together again and have a dinner party. you were still as thin as you had always been, but it lately you did feel a little resistance as you went to tug up your lulu pants which was unusual. your friends from high school, however, were not so lucky. your high school best friend had gained at least 40, maybe 50 pounds--a once skinny girl with a flat chest and stomach, now spilling out of a crop top and skirt, a muffin top cascading over the waistband of a skirt. your other friend, a once sporty guy who hadn't gained a day in his life, now walked in with a shirt that clung uncomfortably to his gut, which brought back that hot feeling in your pussy, your clit throbbing as you saw him, pot belly absolutely obscene to you. everyone brought a dish to welcome you home, and they all insisted you try each dish, then seconds, and thirds of this dish, this that one, and then try this one again--

good thing you had drinks.

by the end of the night, you were so nauseous you were convinced were you going to spew. you had ate so much, potato dishes soaked in heavy cream, the thickest mac n cheese you had seen in your life, cheesecakes, and at least 48 chicken wings, you had lost count after the first two dozen you had shoved down your throat in between cans of beer. you were seeing double, but you saw clearly the face your best friend was making as you chugged down another beer and before you could stop, there was a deafening pop! and the button on your jeans fell to the floor, bouncing off the cabinet and landing square in the center of the kitchen. you were so embarrassed, tears welling to your eyes. in a rush, you screamed for your friends to leave, refusing to listen to them as they tried to reason with you. after you kicked them out, you walked back into the kitchen, still crying and hot with shame, staggering as you try to bend over and grab the button that taunted you from the floor. you held it in your palm, then looked down at your belly, which was rounded out further than it ever had, and obscured your view of your feet as you glanced down, the movement sloshing all the countless cans of beer in you. your crop top couldn't hide the actual belly you were forming now, and you looked up to your reflection in the black tv. fuck. you looked pregnant. you looked at the cheesecake on the counter as you wiped your tears, one hand grabbing and the round gut spilling out of your jeans. you reached out for the tray, and without pausing ate the rest, not even bothering with silverware as you glutted yourself. before you could stop yourself, you had finished the whole cheesecake, then the rest of the mac n cheese, and then stumbled over yourself to grab the last two cans of beer, pouring them into a big cup together, throwing your head back in desperation as you drank both in seconds. you fall over chairs and tables to get over to the couch, belly so distended you let out a whimper whenever its jostled, and pass out there.

"a pint of molten chocolate for the lady, and perhaps an entire double decker chocolate cake aswell?"

Think of the possibilities

welcome to my diner, where everything is cooked in back in fat 🥞🧈

for our appetizers, we serve:

heart attack cheese sticks: good enough to make your heart burst! served with garlic seasoning & a whole 1.5 lbs of hearty mariana & heavy cream sauce, this cheesy goodness will have your arteries clogging in no time!

serving size--48 sticks cals--5,385

orgasmic onion rings: onions rings so crispy, it'll have you finished before you've even started. 5lbs of fresh onions ringlets, tossed and seasoned with enough salt to send you into cardiac arrest.

serving size--5lbs onions cals--7,350

butterball bacon tater tots: tater tots so tasty, you'll be rolled out of here like a ball! tray of tater tots, tossed in an assortment of cheeses & warmed until toasted and melty, these tater tots are topped with our handcut chopped maple glazed pepper bacon, fresh chives, and our house seasoning. also comes with a side of chili and a side of sour cream, at request.

serving size--8lbs of tater tots cals--8,715

L.A.R.D. and BAR

explore our array of drinks, alcoholic and non-alcoholic!

Pig Girl Punch: a pretty pink mixed drink including pink whitney to get our piggies intoxicated: sprite, pink whitney, grenadine, liquid sugar (for extra calories) & edible glitter (all orders come with a complimentary slice of cherry pie!)

Bloat Float: Rootbeer float, offered in a gallon pitcher with over two liters of our signature, world-famous rootbeer! served with 2 quarts of handmade vanilla ice cream, this diner classic with surely have you swelling like a balloon.

liquid cellulite: our take on the classic diner milkshake that you know and love--retro nostalgia meets gluttony. homemade ice cream, heavy cream, and...our secret ingredients? weight gain powder & cake mix. for every glass of shake we serve, we add five (5) scoops of powder to our drinks and a full box of cake mix. this milkshake will cause your thighs chaff a hole right through your too-small jeans! comes in: vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, peanut butter, banana, cherry, cookies n cream cals: 6250-15800

Fat Man's Shot Glass: our biggest size yet, 90oz of soda, lemonade, sweet tea, or heavy cream, refillable for free throughout your meal. MAKE IT SPICY! 🍃 ask your server for bottomless appetite stimulants & receive 90oz of an infused lemonade strawberry, blueberry, mango, peach

GORGING GRILL-- steaks, beef, chicken & more

we are happy to serve our house cut steaks, all made to order! all orders come with unlimited fries, onion rings, tater tots, mashed potatoes, and garlic bread

the cow maker: this 64oz will really make you say...you are what you eat!

stretch mark sliders: 6 sliders, with 3 patties each. sporting 9 slices of cheese a piece, lettuce, tomato, 1/2 pound of bacon per slider, A-1 sauce, pickle, and soaked in liquid cheese before serving. these sinful burgers will be stretching your waistline in no time.

pig in a pig (call that fat on fat sex): 3lbs of shredded barbecue, encased in a wrap of maple bacon, served on a bun with caramelized onions and a pint of bbq sauce & honey mustard.

Sweets & Treats (Feeder's Version) ✨

double chin (chocolate) cake: three tier layered devils food cake with thick chocolate frosting, layered with chunks of milk chocolate & topped with white chocolate chips

eat up, die young: our most challenging dessert yet: 5 feet x 5 feet of rich, creamy, sensual, delectable strawberry cheesecake. each bite will tempt you for more, and by the end we'll have an ambulance standing by to call your death time.

soft serve thighs: sundaes served scooped by the quart, topped with whipped cream, strawberries, melted peanut butter, chocolate sauce, crumbled slutty brownies, & a cherry on top. make it a banana split, just ask your server to ADD BANANA!

(tysm ur an angel <3333)