#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

[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

[peachypiggy1]

Do my boobs look bigger?

[faefeedee]

177lbs → 187lbs

fun little game of spot where the last 10lbs went

[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.

[madison-grey-bbw]

You are so pritty.

Blushhhhh~~~ thank you.

I felt really pritty here 🥰

as always,, see more on my snap 🫶

[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

[intox-jiggles]

Part 3. Im already obese but i was feeling so damn heavy after the wine. I could barely keep myself up. But it felt good at the same time

[stuffedxjock]

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

[claireborowski]

I need a real feeder. I need someone who will take me all the way in every way they can help. I'm not just talking I wanna be oh 300lbs, 600lbs.

No

I need to weight a fucking ton. I need to be fed the most unhealthy slop imaginable. All food deep fried. Tied up to a bed till I'm fully immobile all over. I'm not playing anymore. I want to be killed by my greed to grow. I want it more than anything.

I want to be made stupid and dumb. Completely fucking BRAINDEAD. I want my heart to struggle even when I'm only 600lbs.

I want to be a REAL Death Feedee. And I want all of you to help with it.

I want grease pumped into my blood. I want my arteries clogged. Oxygen needed every second of every minute. Body in constant pain. Room trashed with wrappers and food boxes. And the best part?

You'd control everything.

I couldn't leave if you kidnapped me and tied me in a basement. I couldn't say if I wanted to be cleaned once I can't move. I couldn't protest eating once you have that tube permanently attached. I couldn't be saved from death if you controlled my medicine and life support.

I want you feeders to end me. I want to be a hog. A pile of useless, dumb lard. A whore to be fucked constantly for your pleasure.

Booze and weed constantly shoved in me, barely conscious all the time. It all being too much in the end. You killing my liver, kidneys, lungs, and then finally my heart.

So get the fuck to it.

[peachypiggy1]

I’m super high, horny and hungry

[heavysambino]

I could barely get these pants on, I swear it makes my belly look bigger than it is.... Definitely isn't the 4 burgers I just had <3

Here is my cashapp if you wanna support! Again, no pressure <3

$Sambinoo1

[fatdogboycunt]

something something the allure of an enabling older brother coaxing you into smoking weed w/ him and mindlessly grazing because he keeps telling you you’re so high-strung and anxious and you need to chill. but really he just wants to see you high off your ass and increasingly dumber and more complacent so that when you hang out and he rubs his bulge against your ass absentmindedly you’re too out of it and far too comfortable to protest. yay <3

[bottomless-fries]

thinking about being fed edibles all day long with numerous ubereats orders in between 😵‍💫 being forced to take in more food, even as my body screams for me to stop. tens of thousands of calories getting converted into new fat, putting further strain on my organs and breathing, making me even more out of shape… and being too high and horny and full to care about any of that

[madison-grey-bbw]

i could wear this out, right? 🙈