#intox gaining

[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🧸✨

[stuffedxjock]

12 Days of Stuffing is getting me bigger everywhere. 6 Pack of beer going live noon tomorrow

[bellyaz]

I really want to watch a girl who’s secretly into feedism get high and gorge herself.

I want to see her slowly lose inhibitions as the drugs take over her brain and she becomes too horny to care that I’m there.

I want to see her go from eating one bite at a time to shoving food down her face and moaning while she does it.

I want to see her sneak and play with her gut while she thinks I’m not looking.

I want her to burp and laugh it off like each one doesn’t make both of us wetter.

I want her to pull her shirt over her gut every 5 minutes.

I want her to raid the fridge after her huge meal… and snack… and a sweet treat… and a little bit of my food.

I want her to ask me if we should order some more food, knowing she really shouldn’t.

I want to playfully tease her about how much she ate already and I want it to embarrass her. And I want that embarrassment to fuel her hunger and arousal.

I want her to order more anyway, knowing she’s gonna feel like shit for letting her body get to the point of not even being full after filling her gut with pounds of food.

I want to tell her to order me something too so she won’t feel as bad, knowing I won’t be eating it. Why would I want to ruin my body by eating two meals when she’ll end up eating it anyway?

I want her to go to the bathroom while she waits to admire her new growth and masturbate.

I want to interrupt her right before she’s done so she can get the food. She won’t like the interruption but at least she can stuff her fucking face, so that’ll shut her up.

I want her to look at the massive amount of food in the bags and get horny.

I want her to keep eating even when she’s full. She knows it’s too much but… she’s soaking. And she has me for an audience, so obviously she has to finish.

I want her pussy to pulse every time she chews.

I want her to pull her shirt up, just a little bit. Again, thinking I didn’t notice.

I want her to go back to the bathroom when she’s done and finish off what she started.

Then after all that, I’ll ask her what all that moaning was.

[sleepyfa]

i need to smoke with a lil fat stoner and feed them a family sized meal, then get them even more high and rub their belly as they whimper

[degeneratefae]

getting a little too good at double fisting ben and jerrys tbh.. (if such a thing is even possible)

[honeybelly]

Vacation ✨thoughts✨ pt 2

a few years ago I would have worn a bikini to a water park. My stomach was more or less flat. Now I’m dressed for comfort and relaxing- besides I think any of the bikinis I own would be indecent now 😳

I touched in this in the pt 1 post but I was always eating. I was being as hedonistic as I possibly could. McDonalds for breakfast twice, candy from the gift shop that was opened before I even left the park. Ice cream (dippin dots because they’re the best), pizza, fries, chicken tenders, cheese curds, funnel cake, a turkey leg, a hotdog we’re all things I ate in the parks (not counting bites of other peoples food)

That’s not even counting the snacks at the hotel and the dinner I ate out at a hibachi restaurant, I should mention that portion of the trip was only 3 days 😏

On the other days I had a huge bowl of ramen and a big thing of froyo; on the day I flew in even though I was at the airport at an ungodly hour I still got a pretzel with cheese despite. The flight was only a bit over an hour but I wanted a snack 🥺 when I got to my destination I at my weight In breakfast food at a local diner. I felt like I was genuinely starving.. I ordered so much and though I didn’t finish it there I brought It back with me and ate it after smoking 🤤

It’s going to be difficult going back to work after spending every waking hour dazed and stuffed >.<

I wish I could be like that all the time

[cupfeedcake]

I can handle it <3

Spoiler: He can´t

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I'm baack I've got a lot of things to do but I don't like to leave so much time without posting, I´ll do my best to get back to normal <3

[degeneratefae]

stupid bimbo slob stuffing my gut with 🍃, beer, and double cream all day until i inevitably food coma in however many hours, take advantage of me please

make me worse 🫶🏻

(also i finally made an insta if you wanna follow, @degeneratefae)

[stuffedxjock]

Who’s gonna support me so I can be a full time stay at home pig?

[emptyheadedhousecow]

still fat

900 words · 5 min read · emptyheadedhousecow.tumblr.com · November 2024

The funnel is empty. The blanket is dotted with crumbs. The pizza boxes are on the floor — there's a grease stain on the bedsheet where it had been carelessly placed half an hour ago, but that's a job for tomorrow. The box of aftercare chocolates is open and the best ones are already gone. It was hot, but the libido is gone now, and appetites are more than sated. Your feeder is curled up beside you, half-asleep already, small beside you, eclipsed by your mass. The pain has been kissed and rubbed away, but you're still swollen and stuffed, and most importantly, you're still fat.

They woke up before you. The pizza boxes are gone, and the funnel too; through the walls you hear the dishwasher churning, something sizzling on a stovetop, and fresh coffee being ground. There's a hunger brewing inside you already, but the stretchmarks on your sides are itching again, and the moisturiser is just out of reach. They'd jump at the chance to help, but it's not sexy right now, you just want the discomfort gone. You shift and roll, and build momentum, and grab the bottle, and then come crashing back down on the mattress in a breathless heap, your fat splayed out in exactly the same way it was before. You breathe, and recover, and you have to remind yourself, like every other morning, that your body has grown into something made of carbs and lard, even though everything else is back to normal, you're still fat.

Your day would be easy for anyone else, but everything is an ordeal for you. It seems like every time you shower you discover a new fold that needs to be cleaned and powdered. You need to catch your breath while washing your hair. You could wear clothes, if you wanted, but it's so much easier not to try, and you're increasingly unsure just how long it's been since you wore anything at all. Your feeder brings you all the food you could want, four meals a day or five if you're lucky... and you're grateful, of course you are, but not every meal is sex. You eat because you're hungry — a deep hunger that's only satisfied when you're pushed to breaking point — and you eat to shush, if only for a little while, that tiny voice inside you that's always demanding more more more. You knew this would happen; that every time you push yourself, your appetite grows a little... and you've pushed yourself a lot. You don't always eat because you want to, you eat because you HAVE to, because that's what a body as fat as yours craves, and day after day, you're still fat.

And then the funnel's back in play, and another order is lined up on the pizza app. Can you down the pitcher of cream before the pizzas arrives, and then the pizzas too? It's always an offer, never coerced. It was such a struggle last time, you only barely made it, but that only means it'll be easier now. And the tiny voice inside you can't be silenced, and the deep hunger is so very demanding, and it does drive you wild to see them this excited. You agree. You know you won't be able to stop yourself from pushing yourself to your limit, again, and you know that if you manage it, next time there might be another pizza on top, and that's far beyond what any normal person could eat, and as exciting as that is, you can't help but worry a little. But the preparations are underway, and your feeder's in the kitchen already, and all you need to do is eat, which you're amazing at, so this is just the best option, right? After all, you've done this a hundred times, what's one more? Tonight won't change anything, not really — either way, you're still fat.

The next day is always the same as the day before. Your feeder is dressed in a tenth of the time it takes you to shuffle to the edge of the bed and you're exhausted already. A kiss and a smile and you're helped to your feet, but you're not steady, and your balance is always unfamiliar, and it wasn't so long ago that it wouldn't even have occurred to you that you might need help getting up, and yet here it is, a development as casual as a second portion of breakfast. It ought to worry you but you are so very hungry, and the little voice is louder than your own thoughts these days, even though the pressure from last night's feast remains. Food is brought directly to the bedroom, once a rare treat but now the norm simply because it's getting harder to walk to the kitchen, even assisted. Getting dressed isn't an option anymore, for sure there's no clothes that still fit you, and that means no going outside, even in the car. Not that you've been outside in a long time. Perhaps you begin to slowly realise, if you hadn't been in denial about it already, that your last opportunity to lose the weight has quietly disappeared, who knows how long ago, and you never even noticed. But that doesn't seem nearly as important as finishing the plate of food that's in front of you. Maybe you'll get a chance to think about that later, maybe not — it feels like a very permanent fact of your life that you're still fat, forever.

[degeneratefae]

feel like there’s a chance i might maybe be getting kinda fat oops

[mrlightskn]

Kinda went overboard last night😅

[degeneratefae]

guess who got a funnel hehe 😇

(its my new favourite thing ever, oral fixation makes brain go brrrrr it feels so good in my mouth this is gonna be absolutely devastating for my waist line)

vid of my first time ever using one to shovel melted ice cream down my throat is up on onlyfats 🫶🏻