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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 🤤
#honeybelly#wg thoughts#wg text post#wg text#extreme wg#extreme wg text#gaining weight on purpose#active gaining#enable me fatter#enabling gainer
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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 😍
#ask#that HIT#tell me I'm too cute to let myself get fat#but then tease me for gaining#and enable me to get fatter#all of this is so hot
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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
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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? ~
#weight gain encouragement#feedee encouragement#fat encouragement#feeding kink#gaining weight on purpose#gaining kink#death feederism#death feedist
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🐷 'Gaining' Diaries with Porky 🐷
Hi, I felt like writing again. It's been a while. :D
This might not be a usual gaining diary as you're used to. Over the past few months I didn't manage to get as big as I wanted to be, mainly due to stress, getting sick and simply not having the time to eat and lay and stuff as much as I need to. But now being with an encouraging and enabling partner, I can feel the pounds being added to my belly again and it's amazing- anyways.
I didn't realise until now how hard it can be to grow visibly fatter at a certain size. Can see the number on the scales get higher but I feel like my gut and rolls remain the same, it's frustrating. However many of you and my partner keep telling me that I'm "obviously fatter than a month ago" and all that so maybe I'm just getting blind to it? God knows.
Does this happen to any of you? Am I going a bit crazy? 😂
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As for the actual gaining progress, as I said it's kind of stuck around the 400lbs mark at the moment. I didn't lose weight, nor did I gain a lot unfortunately. I maintained for a while. What I can say is that my belly felt less bloated and stretched out as it did when I was really pushing my limits. My stretchmarks calmed down a little bit, my lower belly felt heavy, yet more "settled" and squishy.
I started stuffing again a few days ago and I've been struggling to move properly ever since, needed to get used to the tightness again. I keep the belly on full display for my partner to enjoy when they're around and I've never felt so proud of being such a fat pig before tbh, having someone to impress with it feels so good.
Apart from that many wondered how they feel about my being this fat and getting bigger without intentions to stop: They're enjoying it. They're treating me to dinners, they enjoy patting and jiggling my belly and they keep making comments about the road ahead. Just today we planned out a trip for tomorrow and they went "We should go to (location), I want us to see it before you're too fat" so trust me, they're fully on board and enjoy it. They're aware of me becoming immobile at some point and if they weren't into it, I doubt they'd still be here and watch and even help fattening me up until I am. 🐷
Also can we quickly appreciate the size of my hand compared to my rolls real quick because this snapchat picture is just 👌✨️🐖
Honestly still can't get over that this is actually my body now. Just typing that is exciting. Some of you who I've chatted with were wondering if I ever regret getting this big and I understand the concern but.. guys I'm so happy? I always looked up to the gainers and fat people on YT and all, I never thought I'd ever get there and now look at me. 😌 Such a big pile of lard. No regrets. None.
I doubt anyone even reads the entire thing but some times I just love writing about this, anyways have a good day byeeee porky out 🐷🫶 also add me on snap because half of the stuff never makes it to tumblr okay that's it
Snapchat: porkysnap2022
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POV: You're my perfect live-in feedee and I've sent you a message for when you wake up while I'm at work for the day.
Enjoy!
TRANSCRIPT:
Good morning. I hope you slept well. You looked really peaceful this morning so I decided not to wake you up before I left. These midnight feedings really seem to be helping your sleep, I’ve noticed. Beauty rest has a whole new meaning when you wake up fatter every time, doesn’t it?
Anyways, I just wanted to leave you this message to let you know that I might be back a little late tonight. But don’t worry, I made sure that you’ll have everything you need for the day. The pantry and the fridge are full of your favorites, baked goods and some joints are on the counter, I pre-packed a few bowls for you too, if that’s what you’re feeling, and of course you have my card on the delivery app for anything else you might want.
I have to admit, the way you’ve been giving yourself to this lifestyle has made it really hard to focus at work lately. When I think about what a perfect, lazy pig you are at home while I earn all the income to enable you…it just drives me crazy, you know that? Nothing else feels as good as enabling you, indulging your wildest fantasies of being a complete hedonist, watching your body fatten up and concede to the excessiveness of it all… It almost makes me want to stay home and tend to you all day. I know I can’t, but….fuck, you have no idea how badly I want to.
I want you to be extra greedy for me today, okay? Don’t deny yourself a single thing. Even if you’re full, eat more. Keep your high going all day and really indulge. I’ll be putting in some deliveries for you throughout the day when I get the chance. And I expect to come home to empty wrappers and containers all over, with your big, pretty belly hanging out of your shirt for me to grab and admire. I’ll have dessert to feed you too, don’t worry.
I plan on doubling your weight by the end of the year, and I’m going to do everything I can to get you there. There’s no such thing as too big for me, I’ll take care of every need, every desire, even if you get too fat to heft yourself around. All that matters is that you live your best, most pleasurable life, and I’ll handle everything else.
Alright, I should probably get going. I’ll need some time on the drive to work to clear my mind from this. I’ll see you tonight, piggy.
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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
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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
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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 >.<
#feedee belly#looking for a feeder#feed me#stuff me full#jiggly gut#swollen belly#gaining weight on purpose#i gained so much weight#thicc belly#honeybelly#enable me fatter#get me fatter
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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
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What actually happens when I turn on the switch?
I've seen the habits. I've seen the impulsiveness.
"I want something fried right nowwww." Noted, very noted.
"Ohhhh I could go for that custard place right now." Mhm. Yep. Tell me more.
"The pizza there is good! I've had it before." We weren't even dating yet. I can only assume you ate an entire pizza in one sitting based on your...physique.
So what happens. I decide to lean into it. I decide you are going to get fatter.
Then what? You are too cozy with me by then. You get to act out your food cravings with me without judgement as it is. You enjoy the praise, the touches, the gratification of a partner who lets you be YOU.
You wanted a partner who embraced you. You got one. Good. You wanted a partner who didn't judge your ways. Nailed it. Now you're stuck with someone who knows how to ply your weaknesses. Bad.
Do you reallyyyyy want to leave the house so much? Do you reallyyyyy get upset that your leggings aren't fitting? I hear you complain that it's "too much," as if you want to go back into the dating world and find someone who may deprive you of the justices you need around food.
You don't want to get better. You don't want to be a more accomplished, distinguished girlie. You deliberately fell into the lap of an enabler who didn't tell you to change.
Now he's forcing it. The dark thoughts you get when you're in the afterglow of a nightmare binge. You already overdid it today. Fuck it. What's another cheeseburger. Just hit that itch one more time today. Now you are stuck with someone who not only allows it...he actively recognizes those moments.
It pushes you out of social engagement. You CAN'T go out and interact with people, not like this. "What have you been up to these days?" Do you really want to spin some lies? What excuse can justify the last six months and the reason you had to size up for a new top...again? Isn't it exhausting to play that game?
Your only hope is I find the humanity in me to...stop doing enabling you to do exactly what you psychotically decide to want. Like an animal. Eat until you can't move. Just scarf down food. Lay. Groan. Give up on the day. Cut people out of your life. It's ok. They only liked you for your interests and personality. You've sapped that away.
Back to the original question: what happens when I decide you will get fatter?
I can almost hear the whirring of the bariatric bed right now.
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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 >.<
#feedee encouragement#feedee girl#feeding kink#trans feedee#feed#gaining weight on purpose#getting bigger#death feederism#death feedist#feedee belly
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Endorphins are running so hard right now after an intense leg day, and all I want is a good, submissive fatty that will lay back and eat thousands of excess calories at my command. A pretty tub of lard that will melt at my touch and open up so I can push one treat after another down her throat. So eager to please and so excited to grow fatter and fatter by my attentive hand.
I'd be so relentless though. I would want to be relentless. How else are you going to swell up to the size I want you? Every opportunity to stuff you, I'd take it. Every break I get throughout the day, I'd have my hands on you, caressing your new stretch marks and rolls, kissing on your chubby neck, and telling you how irresistible you are.
I want gaining weight for me to be so enticing for you, so liberating and gratifying that you ache for it. Pleasure won't just come while eating, but from eating. I'll have just the thought of overindulging yourself making you wet. Maybe it already does. But I'd make that instinct of yours so much worse. I can't enable you enough. Not until every thought in your pretty little head is about hedonism.
This is your invitation. Come here, and let me ruin you in all the best ways.
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Just thinking about enabler/sugar daddy Derek first starting out with slightly overweight home from college stiles until he’s absolutely massive. Encouraging him to eat more and more, getting stiles off every time he eats until sex and food are synonymous for Stiles. The sheriff watching his son blow up before his eyes thanks to the countless meals Derek brings stiles. Stiles absolutely beached under his own weight, struggling to even reach his own dick around his stomach. Stiles being oblivious at first until Eventually giving into Derek’s slowing increasing dirty talk about how huge he’s getting until stiles is craving not being able to move as much as he wants to be pounded into a mattress by Derek akdjjssj
YES. I don't even have that much to add to this because it's just...perfect. Stiles takes that "gap" year- tells everyone he's going to get his Masters degree, but he wants some time off first. Maybe find some work. Comes home after graduation and after 4 years? Is solidly reaching for the senior 60...Derek can't get enough. Stiles goes around like he has NO idea how obscenely tight everything he wears is. Triggers something feral and possessive in Derek. So he innocently offers that Stiles can help him - Derek will pay him to do research for "clients". Really it means Stiles pays off his bills, and doesn't do a day of work because he's too stuffed to function. He doesn't even *mean* to eat so much. But anytime he pushes food away, insisting he's full, Derek tells him come on, finish it! Don't leave leftovers And his face is so, so close to Stiles, a hand pressing against his hardening dick....he always says yes. Starts getting horny any time he's stuffed- a problem Derek is only too happy to take care off. The Sheriff starts getting a little more persistent in his nagging. "Maybe you should get out of the house? Look for a real job." "Parrish goes running every morning, you could join him.." to eventually "For god's sakes, Stiles, how much weight have you put this month?" Stiles always shrugs. Texts Derek my dad thinks I'm getting too fat. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if you brought me a salad for dinner.
Derek brings a salad...and a bag full or burgers and fries and a tray of milkshakes. Stiles groans and burps and pushes his way to finish everything - except the salad which sits forgotten on the table. Derek shoves a burger in his mouth, telling Stiles he is too fat. But he can always be fatter. Stiles should hate the idea- but his stomach is taut and aching and his dick is hard and he can't think about anything but badly he needs to come. Derek doesn't fuck him until he watches Stiles struggling to reach around his gut to find his cock. Red in the face, sweaty and panting, huffs at Derek "it's only....wheeze because I had all those wings for lunch." The handfuls of blubber Derek can grab when he covers over to him with a predatory grin tells a different story. He tells Stiles it's too much effort to find his dick buried under the blubber of his pad and gut - so fucking him into the mattress it is. Stiles isn't complaining - especially as this isn't the first time he's tried to jerk off and found he couldn't reach.. And after that - Derek can call Stiles anything he want. His growing hog. Greedy pig. Calorie dump. Ballooned blimp. His personal toy to fatten and fuck. Stiles agrees. On all fours on the bed, belly pressing heavily into the mattress, shoveling more food into his mouth, while Derek fucks him, promising he'll keep eating as long as Derek doesn't stop...
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Really need someone to humiliate me!
I need a dom to humiliate me about how obese I am~
How fatter I'll get if I don't stop eating~
Make me blush a lot and encourage me to eat more and more~
Enable me to be a full on glutton~
Make me accept my fate on becoming an immobile blob~
Tell me every bit of detail about how obese my body is~
#obesity#death feederism#morbidly obese#obese#feeder wanted#looking for a feeder#ssbhm#make me fatter#death feedee#ssbhm belly
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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🧸✨
#honeybelly#enable me#enable me fatter#enabling gainer#intox gaining#intox feedee#feed my belly#looking for a feeder#chubby enby#round gut
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