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Alright since it’s been a while some people may need a refresher on how much I’ve actually gained

Just starting out to-

Getting kinda chubby-

Getting kind of round-

Starting to fill out more-

Getting heavier and heavier-

Now I’m the biggest I’ve ever been

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Love seeing a woman eat past the ache. She looks like she is ready to pop. I want to force more in her.

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had an interesting dream last night where i was made to put on a little pig nose, tail, & ears before gorging on thousands of calories, & after waddling my way to the bathroom mirror to take them off, i found that they were all fused to my body. it sounds kind of horrifying LOL but i thought it actually looked really cute & it brought me a sense of joy & overall acceptance of myself.

anyways i need to find some sort of feedism/body horror-esque story with this concept or i will cease to exist

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the toddler i’m babysitting: what’s on your lap?

me: what?

toddler: what’s all that on your lap?

me: 😳 that’s my belly

for reference:

tbf i don’t have a lot of room for anything else on my lap

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good girls are composed of at least two thirds body fat

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Idk what it is but I get so shy sometimes about trying to talk to or flirt with femme/gender queer feeders.

It’s like, the feeder influence they could have over me as a super fat and super eager to please feedee is almost *gulp* intimidating 🥺😵‍💫🙈🩷

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I’m so fucking fulllllllllllllllllll ✨

🎀🐷💖

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my favorite shorts of years past 🤪 can’t even button them anymore

I don’t remember exact weights in these pics but from the later two it should be about 50 lbs gained from being able to button them to not being able to button them at allllllll 🥰

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sensitive lil nipples this morning, so I am overloading my brain with stimulation 😵‍💫🐷🩷🎀

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my doctor hasn’t seen me since earlier last year, & i’ve put on at least 60lbs since then- & the last time i was in the hospital, they took my weight incorrectly, so my doctor is under the impression that i weigh even less than i did last time 😵‍💫

i think i’m going to stuff myself to the brim right up until my next appointment to see how heavy i can make myself before i see her again <3

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drank gravy yesterday & chugged 3k+ calories worth of heavy cream & chocolate syrup today (on top of everything else i gorged on ofc)- i never could have imagined i’d end up so hedonistic 😵‍💫

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pics from the other day when i thought i was gonna explode 😵‍💫

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seeing you outright mention you have death feedism tendencies is like a shotgun to the chest (positive)

i have a medical phobia that’s somehow twisted itself into death feedism ngl. also, evil feeders. 😳

someone hellbent on keeping me as fat as possible for as long as they can—knowing what cocktail of drugs keeps my heart pumping, dumbing me down and keeping me pliant with edibles hidden in my food, waking me up every few hours for feedings and funnel sessions instead of letting me sleep so the weight piles on faster than it should..

somewhere deep down i know it’s not good for me. maybe my feeder tells me about all the health problems i have while the feeding tube is in my mouth and i can barely think, but i can’t focus on what they’re saying without getting overwhelmed. if i don’t remember later, it doesn’t really matter, right?

maybe occasionally i’d “come to my senses,” during a lull in the feedings. when my feeder is busy and away for a while, after i’ve made my way through a small mountain of snacks and the mini fridge (full of shakes laced with THC to keep me docile) is just out of reach. maybe i’d try to get up, only to collapse back down because my knee problems finally caught up to me and fuck, it hurts to even try to walk. maybe then i’d finally take a look at where i am, how i’ve given up my life for someone’s (and my own, let’s be real) sick pleasure.

i’d have to deal with that realization for a while. maybe i’d start to cry, unable to handle the reality. eventually, though, my feeder would come back. they’d find me in this state and console me, getting the funnel ready because they can hear my stomach rumbling and it’s been too long since i’ve eaten. they’ll coo into my ear about how it’s all okay, how i asked for this and it’s what we both want.

they’d give my belly a shake, grasping the lowest roll in their hands and enjoying the way it makes me entire body wobble. they’d press a kiss onto the vast expanse of fat above my belly button, an area they were so excited to see expand under their care. they’d struggle a bit to lift one of my tits, eager to see how my breath hitches at the thought of their mouth on me. these are all distractions. they’ve mastered this game of manipulation and there’s no way i’d be able to find my way out of their control. their touch, the food they offer me, even those moments when i’m not high or in a haze of fullness and pleasure, were meant to further ensnare me and ensure i’m theirs for as long as i live.

my health, my life, is in my feeder’s hands. they know what’s best. as long as i keep eating, keep taking the pills they hand me, keep ignoring how hard it is to move and breathe, it will all be fine. or, that’s what i’d tell myself.

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Over 200 lbs gained so far🤭

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Who’s gonna feed me next? 🐷

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God it feels good being big 🥵

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Been recovering from a real bad muscle spasm. I'm sorry for not posting!