#enable me fatter

[honeybelly]

The thought of struggling with mobility is so hot to me 😅 getting so big the only way I could get around is with some type of aid

It would start off with small milestones, a few of which I’ve already started to hit. Getting breathless when I’m forced to walk will become more and more frequent; the distance of walking before the wheezing starts would start to shrink.

I’m already adverse to moving and do it as little as possible. The next milestone would be taking a moment to get to my feet. I definitely notice a difference from when I was thin to my current weight. Packing 50lbs on a short frame leaves an impact. My belly is starting to shift my center of gravity. The more it starts to hang down the more I’ll have to adjust.

Overall I’m a bit less coordinated. I’m sure that’s a product of the amount of weed I smoke and my complete and total lack of activity. I find myself tripping and bumping into things more easily. I’ll become even less physically capable with every pound gained.

In addition to struggling to my feet I’ll also start to have issues with picking stuff up. Getting socks and shoes on my feet will only get harder the more my belly mounds up and the heavier my legs get. Everything will be more difficult.

In my wet dreams I imagine myself huge and soft, with my ass planter on a mobility scooter. The only way I’d agree to go out is if I can stay scooter bound and there’s food. The scooter would start to creak the longer it was used, threatening to break down as more mass is added to the load.

At home I see myself having to hold onto the wall and shuffle forward inch by painful inch to get around. I’m only spurred on with the knowledge I can sit down again and the promise of more to eat.

Getting so big you become helpless. Forced to struggle under your self created mass. Body pushed beyond what it was meant to do. All of this would scare the average person, but to me it’s body goals 🤤

[femmefeedist]

Seems like someone has been growing *poke poke*

(I want to tease but I don't want to be rude, lol)

YOURE SO CUTTTE, but if you aren't careful, you may get pretty big, girlie!

omg that was literally the *perfect* combination of praising and teasing 😍

[obeserabbit]

Want to get large coffee but. Scared

[fatty-lit]

I'm becoming obsessed with the idea of having a fat wife.

Marrying a girl who isn't necessarily skinny - maybe a little thick - and then after the wedding, as we settle into our life together, she gets complacent. She stops going to the gym, gets lazy, gets more into cooking. The softness starts to naturally and gradually accumulate everywhere. She widens out, gets heavier, gets lazier, gets plump. Most days I come home to find her in a pair of sweats stretched over her wide fat ass and an apron strung tight into her back rolls and straining over her fattening belly, excited to show me the new recipe she's been working on and sampling all day.

She'll complain about getting fat, maybe even blame me for it, but she'll keep on eating exactly the same. Becoming lazier and getting fatter all the while.

Nobody will say anything, but they'll say things amongst themselves. Have you seen how much she's blown up since the wedding? They'll pity me for getting trapped in a marriage with a cow, but I'll be the happiest husband in the world. I wanted this. I enabled this. I searched for a wife who loved to indulge, who had an unmistakable sweet tooth, whom I could pamper into obesity, and I found you.

And I won't for a second let you forget how beautiful you are.

[fattyfreya]

STOP ENABLING ME!

Seriously, people of the internet, stop encouraging me to get even fatter. My poor little body can’t handle this much fat! I was really trying to rein it in and curb my gains for a bit—but when someone offers to buy me food, how could I possibly say no?

I’d been craving Shake Shack for weeks but told myself I’d be on my best behavior this December: no delivery, no overindulgence, no major gains. But thanks to one very depraved enabler, those plans are officially canceled. Raincheck? Let’s be real—probably not.

Now I’m hitting all my cravings: Shake Shack’s fried chicken sandwich, cheese fries, and a chocolate shake. Churros stuffed with fudge. Big, pepperoni-covered soft pretzels. Oil, dough, carbs, and sugar—just what my body doesn’t need but has been shamelessly conditioned to crave.

It’s like the internet has turned being fat into my full-time job. All I need is the tiniest encouragement, a single suggestion, or even a passing nudge, and I’m ordering enough food to feed a small army—except it’s just for me. You’ve all turned me into your pet project, haven’t you? Watching me grow, stuffing myself silly, giving into every impulse. And the worst part? I can’t even pretend I don’t love it. Curvage  🧨 VIP OF  🧨 FREE OF  🧨 C4S  🧨 ManyVids

[honeybelly]

This belly needs to be fed 🥺 this is what my belly looks like on empty~

When I’m stuffed I’m ever rounder if you can believe it 🤭 but ugh I just want to be bigger already >.<

[listentoace]

Trigger Warning: Death Feederism, Emotional Abuse, Heavy Manipulation, Gaslighting

Look, I know I told you that I'd stop fattening you up once you decided you wanted to stop, but I won't. And I believe you knew that from the beginning. I think you just had to lie to yourself in order to let go and give in. I have just enabled you, that's it. You've done all of this to yourself. You just kept eating. You kept ordering junk food. You kept asking for snacks. You could have just said no, you could've stopped. But did you?

You know I love the extreme. You knew what you were in for. All those times when you asked me how fat would be fat enough, I kept telling you there is no such thing as fat enough. We both know you're too far down the road to stop. Your habits have changed, your appetite is immense, and we both know you're just deeply addicted to the feeling you get from stuffing yourself. If you seriously want to stop, you would need my help. You would not be strong and disciplined enough to stop by yourself. You'll keep eating and suffering from the consequences until that clogged heart of yours gives out.

I'm not helping you. Why would I? I'll always want you fatter, always. There is absolutely no reason for me not to further enable you and watch you further ruin yourself. It's just so hot. I doubt anyone would help you. Heck, you're so fat, you can barely leave the house by now. You know you'd be absolutely fucked without me. You may not have realized it, but you depend on me. Who does all the cleaning? Who gets the groceries? Who brings in the money? It's me. And yes, I know I talked you into a sedentary lifestyle. I talked you into quitting your job. But you made the decision, not me. You chose the sedentary lifestyle of a fattened house pig. I simply enabled you to choose that option.

And just like that, I'll let you chose again. You'll either keep eating, keep getting fatter, and enjoy another 1-2 pleasurable years until your heart pops, or I'm gone, and you'll have to figure things out by yourself. Your best bet would probably be to apply for disability. You don't even fit into a regular office desk anymore, so I doubt anybody will be stupid enough to give you a job. But it's up to you. You have made every decision that brought you here, and this next one is up to you too. So what's it going to be? ~

[ssbbwxutjja]

Mmm, I know you’re tired, baby, but you have to keep working hard for me. Feeding a pig like this doesn’t come cheap. I’ve gotten so fat and lazy, I can’t even be bothered to cook anymore; standing is far too exhausting.  I need to be stuffing myself with calorie-laden processed foods and greasy, fattening fast food. That’s what I crave. That’s what will make me even fatter. You love seeing me like this, don’t you? Getting softer, rounder, and needier as you're out there, earning every bite I devour. You’re not just my feeder—you’re my provider, my enabler, the reason I can keep growing into the fat, spoiled pig I was always meant to be.

[wannabefatplease]

Here’s what my brain sounds like on a daily basis

I constantly crave the desire to give in, I’m always looking for that reason or excuse to push me over the edge. I need to be fatter, I need to be softer, I need to feel myself getting weaker. These thoughts constantly whispering in my head, urging me everyday to give in. To be the piggy I know I am. It’s built up so much that I truly feel such intense desire for this, to go all the way and never look back. I want to be made unrecognizable, I need it actually. I need to be made into a pig, covered in stretchmarks and jiggly fat and cellulite. I need to be unrecognizable from the skinny track runner I use to be, I need to be a fat slobby pig being enabled and pushed towards her every desire. I need to constantly be fed and pleasured until I can’t even think for myself. I need every aspect of my life to revolve around getting unhealthier and cumming because of it. I need my life to be ruined, nothing else will satisfy me. I’m so sure of it, I need this. I need to be made into an unhealthy fat piggy, I need to see myself completely unrecognizable, it makes me hornier than anything imagining myself 300lbs heavier, struggling so hard to get up stairs, my fat sweaty ass trying it’s best to get me up them as I have more fast food in my hands. I would get so fucking hard, so leaky with cum trying to get up those stairs being that much of an unhealthy uncontrollable fatass. It would make me realize I’ve made it, and that all I need is more more more. To make it even worse, to push myself past every limit I thought I had. To absolutely ruin the right skinny frame I had. Just fucking thinking about that before and after makes me go wild, I need this. I need to be made into an absolute fat mess 🥵

[fatty-lit]

For me it's about the hedonism and lack of self-control.

Whenever she gets a craving she has to follow it. She just can't say no to desert. No hesitation when reaching for just one more bite... and then another.

She stuffs herself not for the purpose of getting fat, but because she needs that last slice of pizza.

She's fat and getting fatter, but she's just a little shy about it. She squirms and blushes when you poke her soft spots. You can tease her about how much she eats, but she just keeps on eating anyway. She argues with you when you tell her how fat she's getting, but not because she doesn't believe you, just that she couldn't possibly be getting that fat. And even after a little teasing, she gratefully accepts a belly rub after moaning through an unnecessary pint of ice cream that was just too good not to finish.

She's so easy to enable. Eating anything I put in front of her without a second thought. Even asking for more if she isn't completely stuffed yet.

And of course she likes to compound her pleasures. Filling her mouth with a donut while her fat pussy is getting filled with cock just makes sense to her.

[scarybabe]

Will you ever return to fattening your belly?

I love being curvier, if I naturally end up gaining weight during pregnancy I will be so happy lol. I am enjoying my strength and stamina a lot right now and I want to keep building that! I can definitely see myself doing a “dirty bulk” and putting on some extra fat while gaining primarily muscle mass, I don’t want to look super lean but I want to keep feeling healthy and strong. 💪

I honestly don’t miss the process of gaining at all. I DO miss my fatter body, I miss how it felt being soft and round and horny all the time 😂 I just don’t miss feeling sick of eating and forcing myself to eat foods I stopped enjoying, and feeling nauseous and fatigued almost every day and having to work through through bad joint pain/legs going numb all the time. I hope that getting really strong will enable me to support pregnancy & higher body mass in the future without having those same issues!

[honeybelly]

Playing the game of how lazy can I be today 😋 just playing video games, eating take out and smoking weed.

Something tells me I should do this everyday🧸✨

[stonerbellybabe]

So historically I haven’t really been into the whole mutual thing, but lately I have been salivating over idea of a girl who’s fatter than me grabbing my belly and telling me “girl you’d better be careful, if you keep eating like this you’re going to end out bigger than me.”

Or alternatively: going out to dinner with another feedee and having a friendly competition over who can eat more. Just two fat girls enabling each other and making a spectacle of themselves. Chef’s kiss

[mrjgain]

now u would want to make daddy happy wouldn't u? Ur such a fat boy who would do anything for daddy. U would listen to daddy and do as he says? U would let him feed u and fuck you, letting that hard dick cum out some good milk, daddy would feed u lots of burgers, cookies, your belly would get bigger and bigger compressing against my bulge in my Jockstraps, ey now to make daddy happy u need to get fatter, and fatter, make me hard boi!! Make me hard by seeing that fatass belly of urs

All you guys enable me to be a total bottom whore at this point, always growing and seeking approval, submissive to my own hunger, to make my daddies and coaches proud, for my bros to use me as they please. Always craving a bigger and bigger dick as I grow, always stretching past my limits just like my gut. What can I say when being a bottom feels good and puts me at ease to further grow my gut, goes hand in hand for me. Gotta be a good growing submissive fat boy always getting stuffed by any means necessary

[magickman1234]

It Wasn’t Real Until Your Face Showed It

Sometimes life is cruel when it lets someone stay in denial. I remember meeting you in college a bit of a thick to chunky girl. You got fat every winter just about. You never noticed though. You started out wide hipped, wide thighed and an impressive ass. Your waist refused to surrender but you had lovehandles and a tummy that showed in dresses. Your breasts clearly not small but the rest of you was just that bigger. Okay you were always chubby but slim enough your face staid thin and you could tell in your social media posts you liked to think you were thin. Punk hairstyles and multiple colors across the years but every spring you got active and slimmed downed to thicker only.

You kept your pretty face slim but even then you loved to eat. You came in my orbit and I slowly helped you relax. A tiny push, a kind treat, a loving grope of fatty bits and slow make outs in the dorm bathrooms or your place when your roommate left for long vacations to go home. Somehow we sort of manipulated each other. I acted like you were as thin as you felt and you asked for whatever you wanted. Food forbidden like our connection. Sex intermingled with eating while stoned or drunk or exhausted from school. You started to get fatter faster then.

Remember when you got too big for that sexy costume and you spent Halloween in a Velma themed dress and top that let your belly show? I recall your fat ass and thighs barely fit when you sat. You were so embarrassed but I fed you a whole bag of candy as we fucked like mad. You kept pretending because your face stayed slim. I took that comfort and kepted you well fed. You used to get that chunky look in your face but just barely each winter then you lost it. That year I was determined to get you fat faced before the holidays and I did! You had a weakness to dark chocolate and you were so voracious and horny when you got it. I watched you push passed that chunky stage to downright fat by the new year.

Your eyes were magic as you clearly couldn’t hide it. Those chunky cheeks, your new chin! You were so round faced now as you kept on putting on weight. The sudden realizations between tasty treats intoxicating. We hit our mid twenties as you were hit hardest by the loss of metabolism and your normal spring activities weren’t enough if you kept eating (which you did.) You really can’t stop though, you’re clearly more enamored with eating and lovemaking than exercise. That escaping sliver of Olive tummy skin now thick rolls with pinkish or white stretch marks. You honestly are helpless as you blow up more and more.

Look at you now! You’ve let yourself get so fat but you kept saying to yourself “well I’m not as fat as some of those really fat girls” as you look at your only “slightly” round face. You’re blowing up faster by the day with that attitude even though it’s true but really it’s the curse of a more slender face. You’ll eagerly hit beyond morbidly obese before it starts to truly look fat. You’re getting so big already. Can you imagine it? You’ll be 300 pounds before the thirties spread hits you. I’ve truly let that thinner face enable you eat yourself into a belly with legs. Your whole figure starts to surround your belly like your habits and lifestyle already are. Your snacking or eating meals with 2-3 desserts or treats a night.

It finally just shows in your face like a couple’s goal we’ve unlocked your moon face. You blush if you check me looking or moan if I rub your soft chin right. You can’t deny it but you can’t deny the pleasure in just never stopping eating despite any consequence or consequences that it might hold. You’ve eaten yourself to escape old limits and fears to be so large you outgrow yourself again and again. A new you, a new reality each 15-20 pounds. You’re boundless and it shows

[bovinemusings]

What are some of the elements of your weight gain that you get the most horny over? And what are some of the scenarios that you fantasise about the most?

You're adorable by the way and I love watching you excitedly grow fatter and curvier. Show me some tummy plzzzzzz!

Thanks for the message! I guess i love just how *big* ive gotten, i mean im 6'1 so my proportions are huge and i really feel whole and warm just at the thought lol.

To answer your second i lovvvveee being enabled my feeder is always showing up with snacks and treats for me to gorge on and shes always adding extra butter n carbs to my food. She even stopped buying creamer so id have to use heavy cream in my coffee ^.^ which sounds straight out of the fics i read :>

Heres a pic of me super stoned >.<