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Free use is hot, especially when you get so fat you can’t fight back. Just imagine being so helpless I can grab your folds anytime I want, I can force a funnel down your throat whenever I think you havent eaten enough. I can bring other feeders to you to enjoy our creation (you 🤭). And they can hump you, touch you, force feed you..✨

While you just lay there. Like a mountain of lard that almost spills over the bed. With a docile look on your face, only thinking about your next meal.✨

Sounds dark doesn’t it? That doesn’t stop you from craving it though, am I right?🦋

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they should invent a reverse ozempic. i deserve it.

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you'd make such a pretty fat girl, plus, getting on estrogen and progesterone will make your body *need* to put on weight. be a good girl and give in.

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 message me!

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Ever just cum to the Obesity Wikipedia page?

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This one's probably a long shot, but if any feeders exist in Scotland (or elsewhere in UK), DM me please X

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🍔🌭🌮🌯🍕🍖🍗🥓🥘 Reblog if you're a feedee, feeder, or general fat admirer. I know y'all are out there.

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THE POD (short FEEDISM/GOONER story)

If you enjoyed this little story, you might enjoy my ohter series on my DA acc !!!

Some mechanical arms have plastic sleek skinny arms that not only look human, but warm to the touch so you can't tell the difference. The mechanical arms do all the manipulation of the client. Whether rearranging the fat on their body, spreading the fat on their belly or thigh to let another mechanical arm with a mounted fleshlight get between their legs, squeezing their breasts or belly, or sometimes even light spanking if the client is in the mood.

The pod is also equipped with a synthetically adapting chair. This not only follows the client's figure perfectly, but even adapts to their growth. It also takes care of hygiene. And it has the ability to push to simulate touch or movement.

The client themselves has sensors on their head that scan their brain activity for 24 hours. We know what they liked, what they like and what they're going to like. We then send exactly the content they wants to their VR glasses, with realistic sound of course. They have a feeding tube in their mouth, which, like the VR goggles, is connected to the sensors.

So let's take a look at her.

The pod is dark, the flickering colored light leaking slightly from behind the glasses on the morbidly obese person sprawled in the pod. The next source of light was a small display with information:

Name: Abrey Miller

Age: 21

Height: irrelevant

Weight: 638 pounds

Gender: Female

Sex: Male

You can also hear loud electric music and porn chatter coming from the headphones. One mechanical hand holds her belly slightly raised, two then hold the fat from her thighs, one holds the fupa lightly to get the arm to the cock with a plastic libricated toy. It goes up and down in a rapid motion. Whenever the client is on the verge of climax, it slows down.

The other hands play with her nipples and gently squeeze her tits, which look pathetic compared to the rest of her body. Obese hands full of rolls lie limply on her distended belly. Some pink goo runs into her mouth through the hose. Her lips tightly around the hose. She moans into it. her double chin is gently shaking.

Her VR googles play first person porn. In her fantasy she's a skinny, worked out lady who is loading another slightly plumper lady from behind. But both are not in a real place. Their bodies float in a world of rainbow rapidly changing colors. Images of artificially large porn-tits or asses appear in thin air. Or colorful signs like "More" "Give in" "Just a little more"

A synthetic chair simultaneously creates gentle pressure on her ass while a mechanical hand fucks her with a rubber cock.

Abrey, I mean, the client's been living like this for a year and a half. Every six months, we have to ask if the clients want to be clients. And this client cried herself to tears trying to get back in. We always welcome new clients, and we cater to their every need! https://www.deviantart.com/pleasuredrunk05/art/The-pod-SSBBW-NEET-GOONER-1151313249

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Please, NEED someone, ANYONE, to manipulate me and get me on a proper daily WG Shake regimen.

I will do ANYTHING to become uncurably addicted to them!

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Still gaining, still dreaming

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you should take estrogen

Yeah?

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October 2023 vs December 2024

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you've gotten noticeably bigger in the past few weeks

Thanks for noticing, Xmas has been very kind to my waistline

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Belly update post Xmas dinner

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It tastes too good.

Just one more bite. Just one more snack. Just one more order of takeout. Just one more stuffing. Just one more day of gluttony.

It feels too good.

Just one more hit of dopamine. Just one more edge. Just one more pound. Just one more orgasm. Just one more joint. Just one more gooning session.

What's one more anyways? It's not like it'd change anything, right? It requires no commitment, just a one-time excuse. You can't go wrong with one more time. You feel the craving, the burning desire to just give in one more time. It'll be the last time, then you'll stop, right? What's the harm? One more

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it’s cute how most of the Before photos of Feedees on tumblr are often blurry or poor quality.

It’s so obvious that you just had no idea of how pivotal that moment was

Like it’s so obvious that you had no idea in that moment that this photo was the very last time you would ever be able to take a photo with a slim body again.

Now here you are, a full-blown, out of control fat BBW. With insatiable hunger in your fat gut & a constant fire in your fat pussy.

Looking at those photos of back when you still had a waistline. Looking at a girl with a body that is now unattainable for you. Wishing you took those before photos better when you had the chance.

But hey, you always thought there would be time. You never thought it would happen to you. You never thought you’d end up like those fat girls on Tumblr…

How’s that going for you?

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You want immobility, you fat fuck? Well, you're going to get it. You're almost there already.

You can never close your mouth... desperate for more food even as wet burps escape from your full bloated belly.

You can barely move; your extreme obesity pinning you to your bed.

But you're not technically immobile yet. You can still roll yourself off the bed and stand. How? Probably some brute strength from within you... but as each day passes, it gets harder and harder.

It's only a matter of time until you try to roll yourself off your bed and your legs can't take the weight. I almost get wet at the thought of that inevitability... you trying to stand and your legs giving out from under you. The floor shaking as your 800lb body succumbs to gravity.

You are already too large to fit in the bathroom, and you've contemplated sawing the doorway to make it wide enough for you to squeeze through. But, for now, sponge baths work well enough.

Every other day we go through the motions of a sponge bath. I try to pretend that it's a chore... but it's a pleasure. The plastic liner on your bed, saving the mattress from the soapy water. Wringing the sponge in the bucket beside your bed, then gently rubbing your body, in between each roll of fat.

Your sponge baths seem to take a long time to you. If only you knew that I took my time because I realished every second. Lifting your fat breasts to clean under your side rolls... and needing your help to lift your belly...

I love what's under your belly. A huge penis; completely hidden by the fat surrounding it. It might as well be nonexistent. I dream of the possibility of you inside me. The fat around your manhood rubbing my clit. But we both know that's impossible. Your dick hasn't been visible in years... nevermind functional.

You try to assert your masculinity... but how can you? Breasts bigger than mine, a penis completely engulfed in fat to the point that you're impotent... you can try to be an manly as you can... it won't do any good. You're a pile of fat. Barely human, nevermind a man.

All you do is consume. Day after day of eating tens of thousands of calories. You can't stop.

Knowing immobility is right around the corner, you are desperate to turn that corner. Only a few meals are between you and complete gluttonous abandon.

You could turn the ship around if you wanted. A diet was still possible. But you hated the D-word. Caloric counting was arousing... you insisted on at least ten thousand calories a day... but exceeded that constantly.

You get snippy and grumpy if you aren't constantly filled with food. So I make sure there is always food within reach. If I didn't, I'd hear you raise your voice at me, ordering me to deliver sustenance to your bedside. I'd rather avoid your temper, so you've never wanted for things to eat.

Your appetite is a black hole. Calorie after calorie entering your gullet never to see the light of day again.

We are living the dream. Pleasure is the only point. And you are never deprived of that.