#fat ffa

[ginggain]

I need to get to that point where these won’t even come halfway up my thighs… I need to gain more weight and I need to be fatter. I love the little progress I’ve made so far but I just wanna be huge, I wanna be a damn blimp, I want people to not recognize me a year from now and have them think, “there’s no way he put on THAT much weight since we last saw him, right?” But little do they know that I have, and the next time they see me after, I hope they concern over my health ;)

[michealmx1]

What do you mean I’ve gained weight?

HMU

[mrlightskn]

my gut is getting HUGEE, and omg i ate too much 😩

[i-thiccarus]

Body by beer and encouragement 👀🧸

[thefatking0]

heard yall liked fat (;

[soft-dolll]

I love owning my feedee, and everything about being a mistress. I can’t describe the euphoria I get when my feedee eats an abundance of fucking food just to please me, or his sweet voice telling me how he surrenders his body and mind to me completely.

Let’s also talk about the feeling when you see your feedee’s progress. I look at photos of him from the beginning of the year and the results are fucking insane. I can’t help but feel so proud and so turned on by the fact that I’m the reason for all of this weight. I look at the size of his soft moobs from the once flat chest he had, or the size of gut, spilling out from under his shirt, and don’t get me started about those thick rolls that have formed around his once average sized waist.

Eventually he will become my stay at home collared up pig, constantly stuffing himself gargantuan amounts of food. His schedule will consist of getting a massive amounts of fatty breakfast foods in him, then being tied to a bed and having oiled up belly rubs, having some time to himself while I’m out (he will be expected to eat a large amount of food I put out for him before I come back), having a dinner made by me when I come back home consisting of at least 4 portion sizes, being tied to a chair and funnel fed a gainer shake as a dessert, and ransacking the fridge in the early hours of the morning because he can’t stop shoving food into greedy mouth (poor thing, can’t help himself 🥺🥴).

Needless to say, I fucking love owning my submissive feedee.

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

ugh I never thought I would get this fat.

445lbs is so damn heavy. I told myself I’d stop when my 3X shirts were getting snug. That was…100lbs ago? Now 5X is my new size. I cannot believe it. They’re so comfy. They fit perfect!

I also cannot believe how horny I am. 24/7 pleasure and borderline ecstasy from waking up in this overfed, over fattened body. I jiggle so much. My belly is so heavy, and it sags so low. My tits are big, bouncy, meaty. My arms have completely blown up and I have these ploppy, flabby biceps now. My ass is huge. My thighs…ugh they have always been big and now they are so blubbery that they act as a pillow between my legs, it’s surreal!

I can’t say this enough: it’s like I’m living in a fantasy. So turned on all the time by being so fat. Eating makes me so excited and I just think about what more I’ll be eating later. It’s insane.

[homegrowncowg1rl]

Does this tiny dino plaster make me look fat?

(Say yes)

🦕🦖👉👈

[starryeyedmagic]

like i said before, 80% sure these fit

[jay-the-fatty]

Hello again Tumblr world happy to be posting again after a couple months hiatus. I recently got new job around this time and been focusing on family stuff. I’ll try to post more on there for you all but no promises though. But still I’m glad to be back.😊

[mrlightskn]

mighta had 1 too many beers

😩

[fatterpussycat-kill-kill]

I want to use shibari to tie a feedee up so that the more full and round and stuffed she gets, the more her fat presses against the ropes, digging into her plush body, straining against her full belly. It would be art. Horny art.

[adiproseprose]

You expect to wake up to your alarm; maybe your partners arm slinking over your waist, the cat pressing itself into your space. Any of your normal indicators that it's time to wake up.

What you don't expect, however, is to feel the thick underside of a gut brushing against the bottoms of your knees, an unfamiliar dip in your sofa, normally vacant space on the couch filled in by a wide, soft expansion of...you.

The second thing you feel is something cold and wire-like being squeezed by the unfamiliar folds of your throat, coupled with cold air shooting into your nose. You reach with with a newly bloated hand, fingers tight and tingling with a numbness you recognize via hours of horny scrolling through diabetes symptoms pages. You shudder as you pull a sweat greased cord to a nasal cannula from your third or fourth chin, huffing slightly. Most likely from holding your arm up past your chest for longer than a few seconds for the first time in God knows how long.

You move onto to the main issue; hands travel down, sausage fingers wrap themselves around your third to last love handle, right under your saggy f-cups, breathing unconsciously growing harder as you wobble one of your many new slabs of meat. You smooth your hands over your belly, a pale white apron taking up your entire lap, now the size of a park bench and about as soft as a bowl of cool whip, stiff peaks melted down to a flabby mess and dripping off your thighs, burying your crotch and a swollen fupa.

You hold your arms out in front of you, cellulite and blubber dripping off of them as you think about all the times you prayed for this. Fantasizing with weighted suits, peeping at larders in public, eyes closed, hands down your pants as you wondered what it would be like to carry all of *this*. Now you're here, taking up your entire sofa, barely able to turn your blubber packed neck, wheezing from just hardly shifting your arms up and down. Amble pockets of stretch marked flab ripple across your arduous form. There's only one question that wracks your mind after you've half-processed your new reality-

"Good morning, larder."

He strolls in, grease stained plain white box wider than his shoulders gripped in both hands. You inhale through your nose, instinctively starting to scoot over to make room for him on the couch before your fluid-logged hip crashes against the arm. The act leaves your already corroded joints sore and your mouth sucking for air like a fish. He makes eye contact with you like a predator does a wounded boar. "Babe," You wheeze, the ensuing *What's going on, etc etc* cut off by a cream filled doughnut shoved past your lips. Your chins press against your throat and jiggle against your collar bone as you chew it in two big bites, taking it down your throat and sucking the white cream filling off his finger. Gulping it down leaves you panting for breath and he cuts off your struggle with a kiss, groping your right blubberous tit. You close your eyes and reach for another doughnut. Maybe you'll be fatter when you wake up...

[feedeebethposts]

Do you think I’m fat enough?

[soft-dolll]

💗Nutritional ways to help gain weight💗

These tips are definitely for the feedees who may not be into unhealthy weight or death feederism! Please do not take this as bashing any sort of denomination of feederism, this is simply here to educate someone who wants to take a different approach to gaining weight❤️

Also, I am not a health professional, this is simply research I’ve done on my own time. Sources will be below👇

Fill up on protein!

Having a large amount of protein and not doing a lot of physical activity can help promote weight gain! This happens because the protein that wasn’t used for physical activity gets turned into glucose, which turns into fat

Portions

While gaining it is always important to eat lots (of course), but especially when you are eating less calorie dense food!

Sumo wrestlers eat plenty of nutritious foods, but their secret is to of course is to fill up on it all!

Indulge in weight gain shakes!

Using bulking powders in your weight gain shakes is a definite way to pack on those calories! Like protein powder, it can either cause muscle gain or fat gain depending on how you use it. Not doing much physical activity can cause weight gain if you’re using bulking/weight gain shakes!

Typically, you’d probably add a dairy product like ice cream, or heavy cream to your shakes, which is completely fine to do! But do keep in mind that there are lots of cholesterol in high fat dairy products, which may or may not be what you want on your journey. A good alternative would be coconut cream, and coconut milk, as they are high in calories, and low in both trans fats, and cholesterol!

Another tip is to use your weight gain powder in things like smoothies, or even baking!

Fats!

Fats are definitely an important part in weight gain, and there are many nutritious ways to get fats in you! For example, nuts, oils (such as avocado oil, and olive oil, fatty fish, high fat yogurt, avocados, and eggs! Another thing you can use is animal fats such as duck fat which isn’t very high in trans fats and cholesterol!

I hope this was somewhat helpful to some of you guys!!

I apologize that the links were kind of posted weird, it’s my first time really doing something like this, so I’m not super used to or good at the format.

Again, please do not take this as me shaming any sort of denomination of this fetish, you do you <3

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Hobby

I love waking up and lumbering my fat ass to the kitchen. Then I prepare a huge amount of food, like 3 meals. I’m breathing heavy as I waddle around making my stuffing. Then I lay it all out on the table really pretty. Finally, I get to sit down. It feels so good to rest my giant gut and my heavy legs.

I love sitting at the table with all my food outstretched before me. I love the feeling of working on eating it all. I’m at a point where I can eat so much so routinely that I usually have a large variety of 3-4 different dishes. I’m an enthusiastic eater, I usually inhale my food. I love the feeling of chewing and swallowing and sucking it all down. I love when I start getting too full and then get a huge relief and more space from a solid belch or two. It’s actually an annoyance when I have to stop to breathe.

Then it hits me if I’ve made enough food: I get slower. My enthusiasm is diminished. There is still so much left to eat. I love that feeling when it starts to become a slog. When the chewing gets more sluggish and I must strategically eat the things I least like before the things I love to maximize eating potential. I love when eating becomes a chore and a hobby for me. An entire activity, a planned out event that takes time and effort and energy. Something many people want to do as fast and as little as possible I’ve decided to devote valuable time to. Stuffing my fat gut until it’s all gone and I can hardly think or stand or breathe. It feels so good to lean back in my chair and see nothing but empty plates before me, and having constant burps to let out all that air I sucked down.

I love that feeling. To be hopelessly addicted to consuming huge amounts of food. Consuming many people’s daily calories in just one meal, sometimes 2-3x more. That feels so good. It feels so good that my body is now a fine example of constant overfeeding. A heavy, sagging gut. Flabby, soft arms. Gigantic, squishy thighs. Quivering, blubbery side rolls piled on top of each other. A meaty, pudgy chest. A giant, wobbling double chin. Thick, bulging back rolls. Even my hands are fat and inflated.

I think about that often. How I’m becoming a mountainous blob of hefty lard, a complete fat sack of tubby softness with legs. Just an obese pig with an obsession with eating food. It suits me. I’m so good at eating. I love eating. I love planning my days around it. I don’t want to think far past my belly much at all.

I need more food. I need more fat. I need more space. I need more.

More.