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oh don't worry, i wouldn't dream of *actually* working out, im much too fat for that

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Go follow my new account 🥰

Could use a hand. There’s still food left can you feed it to me and rub my belly 🥵

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Get so fat you become a pathetic mess of a boy, unable to pleasure himself✨

#looking for feeder

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God do I need this belly to be so much bigger

#female feeder wanted

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Oh Baby, you need to sit down I could hear your heavy breathing from the next room over. If you where hungry you should of let me know and not try to get up and make something yourself.

I know I was doing something but I’ll drop what ever I’m doing for you, you and your comfort always comes first. We both wanted you this big and I’m not going to let you waste any precious calories on doing something as silly as you cooking for yourself that’s why I’m here, to cook for you and provide for you.

Now why don’t I help you waddle back to the couch we’ll put on one of your favorite shows and I’ll prepare you a nice big meal to make up for any calories you may of burnt and curl up next to you making sure you get plenty of belly rubs while you eat. Now how does that sound?

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one day i will have a partner that enjoys eating as much as i do cooking. they will send me recipes they want to try and ill make them for them while they get to laze around ~

then i can sit on their lap, feeding them by hand until they are full and i can rub their gut to help them digest, they will fall asleep eventually and be woken up later by the smell of their favorite freshly baked pastries and i can look at them lovingly while they finish the entire tray 🥺

they will gain weight but its just physical proof of how much i love them!!!

i just want to pamper someone and indulge their every desire 😭…

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“Aw baby, are you scared of taking up space?” I ask after seeing you try to keep your legs together. With how much your thighs and belly have grown it is almost impossible.

I slide my hands under your gut and lift it up a little bit before sitting down behind you, “come on, make yourself comfortable”. You stop sucking in and spread your legs, your belly spilling in between your legs. You have gotten so big that you can’t help but feel embarrassed, and I can tell too because your face is flushed.

The embarrassment will not last for long because I have already started worshiping your gut, it is impossible to keep my hands off of it, “you have been getting so big for me darling, look at what I have done to you”. I notice you have closed your eyes to fully enjoy the sensation of my hands wandering all over you. “This is not good, if you keep eating like this you will only get fatter… It is time to stop pigging out, right?”

Before you even get a chance to answer I have already started shoving homemade pastries in your mouth, while grabbing your side with my other one… “Look at all of this fat baby, you are turning into a hog” I say before feeding you another portion. That is all it took. You are now whining and eating even faster.

I can tell you are shifting around because the entire couch is moving under your weight. Whenever this happens it means that you are aroused. How could you not? You love being reminded just how far gone you are. I retract my hands and now resort to only feeding you, “baby you should really stop before it is too late, what if you become too fat to workout? What if you end up unable to get up from the couch?” Another bite, I can tell you are growing increasingly desperate for my touch. You are now using your spare hand to feed yourself whenever you are done with what I am holding. Are you trying to impress me? Adorable.

You are letting your inner hog show, your shirt is riding up and you have crumbs falling onto your chest, “what are you doing to yourself? You have turned into such a fat hedonistic pig”.

You let out a moan before shoving even more food in your mouth. You try to take my hand and guide it towards your crotch, but I can’t even help you. Your fat pad has grown too much.

You see… The problem is you are already too far gone to pleasure while sitting, and I don’t plan on letting you lay down until you finish every last bite.

So keep showing me what you’ve become and eat up for me, okay? 💞

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Same

some days, I want to be enormous, with my slender lover mischievously making me even bigger

other days, I want to be trim and toned, teasing my soft, heavy lover about how huge I'm making them

I dunno what to say. inside you there are two wolves

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Please

The Couch

It’s so funny how all our lives we hear how opposites attract. We couldn’t be any more of a testament to that. You spend your days sinking further into the couch gorging on fast food that I bring home from my evening workout. I smile as I make my way to the shower seeing you work up a sweat of your own as you struggle to reach over your own belly for the remote on the coffee table. I hear the very audible gasp of breath as you secure it and lay back again into your gluttonous recline on the couch. We first met a couple years ago. You were ambitious and took good care of yourself. One of the first things I noticed is your sweet tooth. I made sure to note that and tempt you as often as I could. Soon gym routines turned into stuffing sessions and outdoor adventures turned into leisure time on the couch munching on whatever foods I could put in front of you. You never questioned it. You knew what was happening and you embraced it. I enabled you further and further. You went from below 200lbs to having to check the elevators weight capacity whenever we stepped into one with other people already on it. That’s something there alone incredibly hot. You weighing as much as a few people. So much that what should be considered a 10 person limit for weight is now 4 plus you. Just like every night I take my short shower cleaning up after my long day of activity and work to then come back to the living room to replace all the snacks and goodies you’ve inhaled. I smile at you as I place a plate of cookies down on the table just slightly within your reach (once again so I can watch you struggle) and grab a roll of fat with my free hand as I kiss your chins. I ask what would you like for dinner even though you’ve been eating this entire time and get busy on prepping another fattening meal for you. Once you’ve ate I had a bedtime shake in front of you and watch as you take in the last drops before slipping into another calorie induced coma. The next morning, like always, you’ll find your indentation on the couch to be that much deeper. However, you wouldn’t know. You don’t get up. Why would you? Mommy will take care of all your needs. Just eat, grow, and enjoy my pig. Mommy loves you. 😘

#fat piggy #feeder wanted #looking for a feeder #stuffed feedee #feedee piggy #looking for feeder #female feeder wanted #getting fatter #help me get fatter #male weight gain

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REBLOG IF YOU ARE A GAINER WHO NEEDS A FEEDER.

REBLOG IF YOU ARE A FEEDER WHO NEEDS A GAINER…

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This is what I'm looking for 🥰

I feel like the act of being fed by someone is so vulnerable. You know those calories are going to change your body. You’re allowing yourself to be fattened by someone. You’re trusting them. You’ve willingly put yourself in such a vulnerable position. Maybe it’s not that deep but it feels like such a deep connection to me idk

#looking for feeder #female feeder wanted #looking for a feeder #feeder wanted

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You are such a depraved, fat pig. My god I love it.

I don’t know what you’re talking about 😇

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Bit of an indulgent start to my Saturday morning

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Your Pig Brain

Not everyone is wired like you are. Very few people are. There must've been some mishap or reason to cause this, but it's apparent you share the mental characteristics of a pig. You may pretend you have some higher career or life aspirations for yourself that society would deem acceptable. But those goals are facades you use to hide the truth. The truth is, the loftiest aspirations you have revolve around food, sex, and growing to the biggest size you can.

For a time, maybe, you keep that pig brain of yours under control. Only letting it out late at night when you're alone and at your most hornily vulnerable. But the more you let this side of you out, the longer it decides to stick around. This side of you encourages and tempts you to eat food beyond what a normal person should. You let yourself become a slut for calories. The higher the calorie count, the better for you, greedily getting your fill. You feel at your best when you're chewing, so you actively try to make it so you can take more. If you ever had a skinny body, it disappears quickly. Pigs aren't supposed to be skinny, so neither will you.

You let yourself grow fatter like a common pig, marketing your increasing obesity as a personal triumph to any feeder willing to consider you a suitable mate. You see your deepening rolls, lower hanging flab, and lard-packed belly as value. They're now your tools in your arsenal to attract the most fitting breeding partner for your unquenchable lust. Your increasing size is a promise that you'll consider growing for whatever feeder wants to take you on as their project and partner. You know, if the right feeder comes knocking, you'll submit yourself entirely to them, allowing them to make you into the perfect blue ribbon hog.

Now that you're fat, you only want feeders in your life since their goals align with your piggish aspirations. A feeder will let you eat during sex. A feeder will feed you more when you get too lazy. A feeder will supply you with a steady supply of feed to keep your pig-like gluttony sated. A feeder will know when you're in heat and be willing enough to mount you like the fuckpig you are. You'll be taken care of as your feeder grows you to their desired size.

As time goes on, that pig brain will completely take over. It's a simple brain that needs simple things. It isn't good at thinking and making decisions, but that's okay. Your purpose isn't to think about anything other than food and sex anymore. So spread your legs, open your mouth, and satisfy your pig brain.

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‘Full’ of KFC. I think there’s still room

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