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fatpigfeedeee · 15 days
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Which roll is your favorite? I hope each carton goes to different stomach rolls lol
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fatlifeshortlife · 5 months
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Sometimes I try to be colorful but -
I have an immense urge to render you helpless under your sheer obesity induced enormity. To feed, fatten, and encage you under your own weight. A morbid desire to see how far I can push your body, how much fat I can pack in. Just eagerly fattening you up, until you’re far too gone to stop me.
But at this point, you already know that. I’ve said it before. So it’s really just when? When do I wrap my hands around you, tie you down, and never let you go again.
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roadtoimmobility · 6 months
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Feed me... I'm not fat!... Ok? Just... Hungry
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biggothbelly · 6 months
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My belly looked like it was ready to blow here 💥
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getmebiggger · 24 days
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What do you think of the progress? 🥵🥰
I'm a young feedee who wants to become completely dependent on a death feeder. I want someone to twist me until I'm around their finger as they turn me into a slothful, gluttonous mountain of blubber eating my way to an early end❤️
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lilcowzia · 3 months
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a kinda new development is the orange peel texture and swelling at my hips uwu i mentioned before that i experienced this right after my surgery last year, but while that was probably medication and recovery related, this is probably just bc of me being really (extremely) sedentary and getting heavier, retaining fluids. idk that it necessarily indicates lymphedema or lipedema, but its interesting for sure! and and! my hips are extra cute looking 🥰 the texture and firmness is a neato experience too
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fatpigfeedeee · 18 days
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Just chugged a half gallon of half&half. 2,520 calories in just this drink. What a way for a pig to spend a Friday night! Someone my age should be out at a bar, club, with their partner or friends. Really anything besides stuffing themselves to gain more weight and be more pig like 🐷🥵
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fatlifeshortlife · 10 months
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Nurtured.
Fat is beautiful. It’s effect on someone is decadent, luxurious, all-encapsulating.
So let’s break you down. Let’s take away all that you are, and make you into something to store fat. To grow fat, to nurture and enable obesity to its utmost extreme. You live to express obesity, a canvas to show its bounty and to give you purpose for each day.
You live to fill yourself with fat. A desperate tick of lard, existing to show others the need to grow just as you have chosen to. Waves of gelatinous flesh, velveted cushions of excess. You live to grow, and can find purpose in that fact.
Your life, your thoughts, can be molded around that singular need. See how fat a larder can get when they’ve been nurtured. When they’ve been given the opportunity to grow their mind and lifestyle around their singular purpose of gaining. When they know that they live to give fat and obesity a vessel to shape, and that all else is second to that goal.
Give up everything to be obese. Nurture your desire and let it become everything.
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roadtoimmobility · 7 months
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Make me Immobile!!!
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biggothbelly · 4 months
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No neck✅ huge gut✅ 🐖
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A group of morbidly obese friends in their 20s swapping complaints about their health problems like people twice their age.
"Oof, my knees are killing me today"
"Your knees? Think about my lower back hauling this gut and these tits around"
"Oh please, you’re both wimps! Let me know when you have chest pains like me."
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getmebiggger · 7 days
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I'm a young feedee who wants to become completely dependent on a death feeder. I want someone to twist me until I'm around their finger as they turn me into a slothful, gluttonous mountain of blubber eating my way to an early end
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lilcowzia · 3 months
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i was making a lil jokey joke but now i cant stop thinking abt getting revived, gasping and clawing back into life, terrified and in shock, feeder embracing me and shushing my cries, a beautiful reunion, maybe my favorite treat to calm me, rest, and reassurance that we'll wait, a little, for me to recover before we start stuffing me to the limit and pumping me full wg shakes again. imagine being so lucky, another chance to get fatter, fatter, fatter, how dreamy~
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A day dream,
Of me walking through the front door of our house. Six different bags of fast food swaddled in my arms as I fumble in.
Oh what's to greet me? Not a nice clean living room, or a set up dinner.
It's just you.
All of you.
Laid out on the floor, with your enormous gut pinning you to the floor.
Looking at you I'd smile and toss the food down on a nearby couch (one you'd outgrown years ago).
Walking around you I'd plant my hands upon your stomach digging my fingers into your overstuffed folds while listening to your moans of protest.
"Looks like someone forgot, they can't fit through the door anymore, huh?" I'd chide you.
Groaning you'd wiggle and try to get my hands away, but the lard would hold you too well.
Maybe a few hundred pounds ago you could fight me off. But now?
You were mine.
All mine.
I reached for one of the bags, stepping around and shoving the greasy morsel into your bloated cheeks stuffing your mouth full.
"Now eat for me, fatty."
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fatpigfeedeee · 8 months
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I have done nothing productive today. I’ve been on tumblr 5 hours, watched an entire series, masturbated and ate. It was a great day. This is what my life is meant to be, me being a fat lazy pig slob. I need to become lazier and fall even more into this lifestyle.
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fatlifeshortlife · 2 years
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Any advice for the diabetic BBW with high blood pressure?
This lifestyle is one directional. It eventually culminates, as all good things tend to. You can prolong your experience with medical aid, or a more regulated diet. Or you can enjoy the experience, and accept that someday it has to ebe.
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