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Sometimes I just want to ruin you. Lovingly. Feed you full, watch you squirm, bring you to the edge again and again until you’re aching and needy all over.

Whimper and plead for me enough, and I just might be persuaded to help you reach past your swollen gut. To touch you in the places you haven’t been able to for a while now.

Just one more bite. For me.

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So uh... It finally happened

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the rush of excess is addictive, isn’t it? your lust knew no bounds; you simply needed more. an abundance of snacks. bigger meals. maybe you’d dip a pudgy foot in the pond of funnel feeding even? all to try and satiate that relentless, primal urge for more. that need to be bigger.

you started out with a target in mind, but your greed got the better of you in the end. it quickly spiraled out of control. soon you were bulging out of clothes on a monthly basis, your resolve fading as the number on the scale climbed higher.

it felt incredible. it was bliss. but you knew you had to put a limit on it before it went too far. even as far gone as you were, that little voice of self-preservation could still catch your attention from time to time. just a little bit more – a few extra pounds – then you’d listen.

but that’s the problem. once you start chasing that high of more, you’ll never be satisfied. you can’t be. this isn’t something you can complete. eventually it consumes you entirely, and that voice can’t get through anymore. it doesn’t matter. nothing else does. only more. that’s all you want, and it’s all you’ll have.

and that’s how you got you here. you’re enormous by anyone’s standards; a living, wheezing monument to excess and raw, unchained desire. but it’s not enough, is it? because it can never be enough. you’re forever destined to crave more.

you’ll chase it, certain that eventually one day you’ll reach the peak. one day you’ll be satisfied, you just need a little more. one day you’ll be satisfied, but that day is not today. neither is it tomorrow. you try to convince yourself it’ll arrive soon though.

but it won’t, will it? deep down you know that. you don’t want to admit it, but you know. you’re massive beyond the average person’s comprehension, and yet you keep gorging relentlessly without a care in pursuit of more. there’s only one way this ends, and you know that too.

you don’t care. you need more.

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I’m unbelievably stuffed and bloated so it doesn’t properly count but the scales read 112.2kg 😵‍💫😮‍💨🤤 let me tell you that I feel all of it. I feel so much heavier it’s crazy

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need me a man that will pig out with me and then fall asleep while we rub each others overfed bellies🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

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Reblog if you want something feederism related in your ask box

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...the things that happen when you eat fast food three times a day for a week and a half straight...

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Ask and you shall receive

Yall I'm so ferally fucking horny right now for a fat person to be infront of me. Like I genuinely- nothing could pry me off of a fat person right now. I'm ovulating and RABID.

Anyways yall should like...TOTALLY eat/bloat until you're uncomfortably full for me tonight💞💕

(and also show the goods)

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fat feeders/encouragers pspspsps

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Fattening JOI

If you have a voice kink, you are going to absolutely want to listen to @ihatemakingusernames and their JOI!

A female feeder is encouraging her male feedee to cum as she tells them how massive she will make them. Be a good pig and listen to Mama.

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You like being dominant, don’t you? Having all that control, watching me grow bigger and heavier with every indulgence. I know you do—I see that unmistakable hunger in your eyes every time you look at me, baby. You can’t hide it, and you don’t need to. I’ll let you revel in it... for now.

But don’t get too comfortable. Keep pushing, and I might just remind you what happens when you take things too far. Imagine it: me pinning you against the wall, trapping you between it and my massive belly. Feel the weight pressing into you, the sheer size you helped create. Can’t move? Aww, what a shame. If it isn’t the delicious consequences of your own actions.

You wanted me bigger, didn’t you? Well, now I’m unstoppable. You created this... and I’m loving every second of watching you realise just how much power I really have.

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Make me a fat slob 🐷🐖

Edit: my roommate is home this Tuesday so I’m gonna do this the next Tuesday (1/27) and if it somehow gets more than 60 notes I’ll add some more stuff (would love ideas) 🐷💕

I’m off on Tuesday and sort of wanna have a day of gluttony so here’s yet another notes game

10 notes im not allowed to shower between now and Tuesday

20 notes and I have to add butter to my coffee

30 notes and I have to eat 10 calories for every step I take (so 100 steps = 1,000 calories)

40 notes I have to eat all of my food on my hands and knees like a pig 🐖

50 notes and I have to wear a pig nose all day

60 notes and I’m not allowed to talk unless spoken to. Just snorts and grunts for this piggy 🐽

As usual feel free to spam!! I wanna be turned into the fattest sloppiest hog I can be

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Stoned and musing over a scenario where I think I'm being slick and sneaky. I learn of local restaurants that give away their unclaimed phone orders at the end of the evening. Stuck on the tantalizing notion that no one came to get it earlier, so why let it go to waste?

Upon this realization I devise a plan to start ordering decent food orders. Not large enough to raise immediate concern, but enough to know that I'm going to end up stuffed before I go to sleep that night.

(No idea if this is still a thing, but using star 69 to make my number come up unknown). Using a fake name and seemingly just never going to pick it up. But instead calling again close to closing time and ordering something small as myself.

Showing up minutes before closing time when it's just you left waiting to close up. Grabbing and paying for my food and pretending to just so happen to notice the unclaimed food in the warmer next to where you grabbed mine from.

You tell me someone ordered all that earlier and must have changed their mind. I'm welcome to it if I want. It's just going to go to waste anyway. Catching the twinkle in your eye as you wink at me.

I smile and graciously accept. Watching you take in every inch of my well softened frame as you turn back toward me to hand me two more bags of food on top of the one I paid for. The smell of the burgers, chicken strips, and several sides making me salivate.

Reaching into one of the bags to shove my mouth full of fries as I thank you with my mouth full and walk away with the slightest wobble on my way out the door.

How many times could I pull this off before you realized it was me?

How long would you let it go on until you called me out?

Until you are turning the sign around from open to close and telling me you know my little secret. And that now that I can't deny it I have to eat every last bite before you leave for the night and before I can go home. ✨️

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Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a Croissant (🥐).

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I just happened to be wearing this today lol

I sure hope I don't have to put my arms up for whatever reason at work today. Then it may be a bit obvious that I'm fat huh

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I absolutely did and you did not disappoint 🥵

Daddy told me to relax while he's at work, so I'm just laying here, masturbating, thinking about how good he looked almost spilling out of his suit...