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sketches for @HatefulDuality! It's only been a few months since Lilliana came under our care, but the stay has done wonders for her!

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Female ones

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Reblog to support my food addiction 💗

Is this a cute angle? 🤔

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Immobility: Day 1

Elisa, a 23 year old 750lb feedee, has succumbed to immobility. Today is her first day being bed bound, and we follow her getting adjusted to her new permanent lifestyle. (This is a follow up to ‘One Last Trip To The Kitchen’, hope you all enjoy!)

Elisa sat gasping her air, her fat pouring in all directions over the seat of the toilet. This would be her final trip to the bathroom, so between her panting she took in the sights around her, remembering all the trips she’d made here, each one slower and harder than the last as her body grew fatter and fatter with every passing day. Jason stood watching his lard creation as Elisa finished up and began the process of walking to her hedonistic tomb. She decided she wanted to walk this final time on her own, just to remind herself how unashamedly obese she had become, so much so that every step was a gargantuan struggle filled with sweat and laboured breathing. After a good few minutes exhausting herself just by standing, she took a quick moment to stop herself jiggling and to regain what little strength she had to walk the few metres to her new bed. For each step she swung her globular legs as far as she could, amounting to inches of movement. Her complete lack of fitness was such a turn on to the two of them, the notion that even jiggling was a form of exercise for Elisa was a fantasy like little else. Her sweat covered, pile of lard body came close to collapsing on the journey to her bed several times. When this happened Jason would come over and pour a litre of soda into her mouth alongside a handful of Oreos for good measure, just to give her the huge amount of energy needed to lift one of her legs half an inch off the ground. She arrived at her desk that sat right next to her new home. She leaned on her bariatric desk chair for a second of respite, listening to it groan in pain beneath her. The thought of straining a chair made of industrial equipment with a nearly 800lb weight limit was enough to make her climax at just the thought, though she quickly replaced that feeling with a mouthful of food as Jason leaned around her rolls to feed her a few brownies and a couple litres of soda. “Nearly there now,” he whispered, gently rubbing her quadruple chin as he leant in to make out with her. The two kissed for a short while before Jason could sense her knees beginning to struggle. He grabbed her gut and jiggled it softly, sending her entire body into an entrancing dance of fat and flesh. Elisa gave him a smile before turning her attention to the bed and making the last few steps towards her ultimate goal. Jason helped spin her around and sit her down. For a change, the bed made no sound of struggle, clearly made for a girl like Elisa. She took a deep, laboured breath, then slowly began moving herself into a laying position, her head propped up slightly to see above her huge gut and flab filled boobs. Her chins melted into her, towering one above the other and jiggling with every breath. As she finally settled, she took a sigh of relief. It was done, her last time ever expending energy for anything other than eating was behind her. There was only one thing in front of her now... Gorging. Above her, attached to the ceiling, was a large crane they’d use this to lift her whilst her bed was cleaned. It was hard to believe something so strong existed, Elisa thought. Her bed rested on a wide metal platform, an industrial truck scale they’d use to weigh her and keep track of her gluttony. To either side of her sat large tables that would hold the ever growing amount of food she consumed on a daily basis. Jason strolled in carrying several large containers filled with all of her favourite delights; cakes, brownies, pizza, burgers, and enough soda to satiate a small city. Food was a massive turn on for Elisa, her arms slowly heaving themselves up to grab something to pile into her mouth. Jason begun to stack the food up around her, all within reach so that no time was spent on anything other than feasting all day, everyday. Jason stared at the giant pile of fat he’d helped create. He loved the way her body jiggled constantly with every mouthful she took, almost as if her body was desperately trying to exercise in some way. Not that that would do anything against the thousands of calories she gorged on with every passing

mouthful. Her huge gut spread all over her body, pouring over the sides of her hips and down to her legs. Her giant thighs and lard-filled legs lay still on the bed, still drenched in sweat from her final excursion. Jason looked Elisa in the eyes, nodding at her legs with a devilish smile, both knowing she’d have no use for them ever again. After another hour of gorging, Elisa seemed somewhat full (at least for a short while). Jason lay on top of her, dwarfed by her frame that outsized him five times over. They kissed for a time, Jason taking it upon himself to pleasure his hog of a lover the way she was incapable of. Later, alone in her new permanent setup, Elisa lay there thinking as she shovelled several helpings of fries into her gut. She was now totally at the mercy of her feeder, practically everything in her life needing to be done for her. And even more arousing was the notion that she would only descend from here. No way she would ever change her lifestyle now having finally achieved the fantasy of a lifetime of gorging. The more she would eat the heavier she would become. Her arms would grow fatter and fatter until not even she could lift them to pile food into her mouth, and even eating would have to be done for her. The thought of Jason alternating between stuffing her silly for hours on end before sticking a tube in her mouth and letting her meals flow into her via a machine made her wet. And as she would grow and grow, even wiggling her fingers would become a heavy duty task, buried under layers of lard that turned her hands into plumped up sausages. Her legs would become completely defective, years of not moving making them glorified meat sacks that only added to her ungodly weight. One of her legs alone weighed almost as much as two small adults, so a future where she would ever leave her bed again was simply not going to happen. Her neck fat and chins spread wide from her face, jiggling and sweating with every breath. She knew as she ate more and more that turning her head would be impossible, her movement restricted by pounds upon pounds of flab. Luckily for her she only ever needed to look at two things: food, and the TV mounted in front of her. As she gorged, her mindless eyes gazed lazily at the TV before her. It truly was a parody of the 21st century lifestyle for a woman to live her life so fat she couldn’t move, spending her life staring thoughtlessly at a TV as she expended a days worth of energy reaching for another bottle of soda. As she lay there in awe of herself, she felt something. An itch, begging to be scratched on her ass under hundreds of pounds of fat and sweat. She remembered the last time she scratched her behind whilst sat in her chair, exhausted from having to lift herself an inch or two off upwards to reach. To think that was only hours ago was hard to believe, she’d become accustomed to being bed bound quicker than she’d anticipated. Now however, laying there in all her lard laden glory, she was barely capable of lifting her arms for another snack. Reaching underneath herself was another realisation of how utterly dependent she was on her boyfriend. She called him in, neck jiggling from using her voice. She told him her ass needed scratching, and Jason got to work. His hand swam through piles and roles, lathered in sweat and fat. It took all of his strength, plus a little help from the crane above, to heave her body up on one side. Jason scratched the itch, and treated her to some pleasuring whilst he was there. In a dream like state, Elisa was lowered and given her feeding tube for the first time. She lay there in heaven, wet at the euphoria. She guzzled down meal after meal, her belly jiggling as she swallowed. And this was only the beginning...

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pic for Nadam on FA! Making sure Treacle can't fit back through his summoning circle...

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Pic for Gainer_bear on FA! Still cuddling while they can still fit in bed with each other, behehe~

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"Relaxed" (Feb. 2024)

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Fattening someone up is an art.✨

It's not just about changing your body. It's about molding you as a whole.✨

Slowly chipping away your achivements, independence, goals and dignity as your body is growing. Just to watch you gradually decline until all that's left is a mindless morbidly obese blob.✨

Gradually corrupting your brain to associate overindulging with pleasure, playing with you as you eat greasy and unhealthy food.✨

Praising you for getting bigger and ignoring all of your other achievements. Showing you that your worth is only determined by how big you're getting.✨

Your purpose lies in being an evergrowing object that i use for my pleasure🦋

Isn't it pitiful how much you want this? No sane human would ever want to be objectified like this. But here you are again, getting off to this wishing it was you.✨

How amusing...🦋

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On my OF⤵️

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https://x.com/M_koakutou/status/1773656053722317126?s=20

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