trans-gainerism

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Why are you trying to pull down your shirt? Are you embarrassed by your belly hang peeking through?

You didn’t care about that when you were stuffing your face.

Don’t worry about all the stares you’re getting.

Everyone already knows what a fat pig you’ve been.

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Dont worry about eating too much, honey.

No, i don’t mind if you unbutton your shorts.

What? Your shirt wont stay down? Oh no, what a shame. Just finish your food and we'l deal with it

Quit trying to hide it, fatty. Everyone can see your belly on your lap. They know you’ve been eating too much.

You’re done? But what about dessert?

Full? Embarrassed? Nonsense, you’re gonna have to waddle out of here either way. Might as well make it a show. Now eat your dessert.

Can’t move? Aw, baby, dont worry i’ll help you. Dont worry about covering up, everyone thinks it’s cute to watch you walk out with that big round belly bouncing around. They love how stuffed you are, they wish they could be this well taken care of.

You better be hungry, we have 2 more drive thrus before we get home…

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*BUUUUAAAARRP*

A violent belch surges through you, eliciting a pained moan. You’ve never been this full before, you can only take quick shallow breaths as your mind grows hazy from the sugar high and sensation flooding it. She’s been relentless with her feedings lately, and tonight was no different. You thought you were fat before you moved in with her a year ago, you were so naive. You’ve already more than doubled your weight since then, and she’s done everything she can to turn you into her needy, piggy plaything, and you’ve given in so easily.

As you rest a moment, having finished another whole pie, you try to rub the amount of belly you can still reach, looking for any relief. The shirt she forced on you before dinner has already lost 2 buttons, as another 3 threaten to burst. You can’t speak, worried even the next burp may pop you. You feel her nails glide across your expansive corpulence, snapping you briefly from your haze. You make eye contact with her; she has that smirk, that evil, lustful smirk. She sets her hand on top of your gut, shaking it back and forth as you wince in pain.

“You’ve been such a greedy hog lately, you know that?” She accentuates this remark with a firm smack on your pained, bloated form. “You just can’t put the fork down for anything can you? I still remember the person you were when we met, back when you were more human than pig. You were in such good shape, remember?”

Honestly you couldn’t, that seemed like a lifetime ago, and all you could think of now was not exploding.

“You just needed someone to give you that push into gluttony didnt you? The hog was always there, you just suppressed it with gym visits and salads, desperately trying to avoid the inevitable. It’s a good thing you met me. I’ve never met a hog so happy and blissful to grow into such a blimp.”

This teasing is only making it worse, as the throbbing intensifies deep within your fupa. It has been months since you were able to reach far enough to get yourself off, and she had conditioned you to needing to orgasm at least twice a day, usually after your big stuffings. The day you lost the ability to pleasure yourself, she reached a whole new level of devious. Completely reliant on her for relief, she left you desperate and pleading on more than one occasion, using it as motivation to get you to eat another whole pizza, another dozen of donuts, or another whole pie. You were truly lost to complete and utter hedonism, complete gluttony and lust, both intertwined into your very being.

You needed relief and you needed it now. It has been almost a month since she let you experience that wonderful bliss. You’ve eaten so much for her, so much more than you thought possible, and yet here you are, a bloated mess, mind rotten by thoughts of food and sex.

You needed to tell her to touch you. You needed her to bring you ecstasy just once, you’d do whatever she asked, you just needed one more orgasm. You try your best to convey this, but the only thing out of your mouth is a deep and pained moan.

“So piggy, what shall I do with you? I know it’s been a while since I played in that fupa of yours, I bet you are so pent up aren’t you?”

You nod slowly, desperately holding back a burp for fear of the ramifications.

“I bet you are, you poor hog. Although, I do have a nice pan of brownies cooling in the kitchen, and you still look a bit hungry to me.”

Your eyes widen a bit, you couldn’t possibly eat another bite. You needed relief, you needed rest, but most importantly you needed to cum.

“So what will it be piggy? I could help you up, lead you to the bedroom, and treat you to a nice reward for all your gluttony tonight, or… I could go get those brownies for you. How’s a 5th dessert sound?” She smiles at you wickedly.

Your mind races, “Please, I need to cum, it’s been so long,” you think to yourself. “I can’t eat anymore, havent I been good enough for you? Please I need relief, just once, please.”

You want to beg, to say all of this to her, but as you try to speak it happens. You feel a hiccup surge through your bloated form, causing you to moan in pain as 3 more buttons burst from your shirt and a pained belch escapes your lips.

Too pained to talk, she answers for you, “looks like you made a little room for me, so the brownies it is,” she kisses your gut, watching the horror creep across your face. She turns and retreats into the kitchen, soon returning with her special, decadent, calorie filled brownies. She places the pan on your gut, you can feel how dense and fattening they are, your gut groans in response.

“Don’t worry, piggy, if you eat all of these for me, I’ll make sure to reward you for being so gluttonous tonight. But…If you don’t finish them, I don’t think you’ll want to know how long it will be before I let you cum again. So just lie back, open that greedy mouth of yours, and let those calories stretch you out a bit more.”

She brings the first bite to your lips, you close your eyes and open your mouth. Despite your fullness, some drool still creeps out of your mouth, as that rich chocolatey flavor fills your brain with nothing but thoughts of food and sex.

You’re her perfect pig, her perfect plaything now, and the thought only makes you hornier…

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Watching your big wobbly belly sway as you waddle around is so mesmerizing. Knowing that it's grown from all the thousands of calories you've been cramming into your mouth, evidence of your ever growing greed and hunger. Seeing it get bigger, wider, and jigglier has been so exciting. I love hearing you pant and grunt with exertion as you move around the house, and the big sigh of relief you give when you plop back onto the couch. That was so much work for you wasn't it, why don't you sit down and let me bring you something to eat. Just put your feet up and let me feed you, just worry about chewing and swallowing until you slip into a food coma.

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I know this is kind of basic but someone who loves obesity and getting fatter enjoying themselves plump up and all the juicy effects it has on their health.

You're so in love with that feeling, aren't you? The feeling of waking up larger every single day as all the calories you eat turn into luscious rolls of fat...

At first it wasn't that noticeable. You were just... Softer. Your steps felt a bit heavier, the floor shook a little when you walked. But it was nothing too crazy.

Many pounds later and it's getting harder to ignore. Your stomach hangs out so far that you can't see your feet anymore when you look down. It's harder to reach things that aren't far out of grasp simply because all that blubber gets in the way. But you like that, huh? All that weight on your body is like a big, heavy stress ball that you have with you at all times.

The floor doesn't just shake a bit when you step now. Hell, you can't even just step anymore. You have a full on waddle. Every step makes those cute fat rolls of yours wobble and jiggle around.

You know for certain you can't reach to tie your shoes at this point. Actually, when's the last time you put on shoes? They were so uncomfortable when you did. Your chubby feet and flabby ankles are such a tight fit in those once comfortable shoes.

Don't worry, it's not like you need them anyways. You hardly leave the house. Why would you? All you need is food and a place to sit. You have that all right here. Plus, movement is so tiring now. Just maintaining this size has you exhausted constantly. Walking to the fridge is about all you can muster the strength for, and even that has you wheezing and panting when you're finally able to plop that giant body down in your favorite chair. That chair itself is a testament to how big you've gotten. The imprint of your body is permanently settled into the cushions. Those cushions that cradle you perfectly while you sit and stuff your face again and again.

You sit for so long sometimes that, you realize you can't even feel your feet at times. That tingly, numbness in your legs, a direct result of all that mass you've put on.

After some time, just sitting around and eating has you out of breath. Slowing down might help, but we both know that you're too greedy to take smaller bites than you are.

Sometimes it's hard to tell where different parts of your body start and end. Everything just blurs together into a blob of fat, cellulite, and stretch marks.

You're so comfortable in this hole you've dug yourself into. You look at yourself in the mirror and youre the most attractive you've ever been.

Obesity looks so good on you~

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What if we played a game where my hand will stop pleasuring you if you stop eating. How far past your limits would you be willing to eat, to get me to make you cum? How many times could we play this before making yourself painfully full turned you on more than anything else? How fat would you get in your desperate need to cum while stuffing yourself like a prize hog?

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Isn’t it fun to use your surplus of fat to put on a little show for everyone?

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Another fun study in contrasts … notice how tiny their feet and calves in contrast to his overall massiveness!

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I can't seem to stop growing!

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Septum nose piercings are SO feedee coded.

They are like the numbered live stock tags they use to distinguish one bull or pig from the other.

Like yes, I know these are used for fat pets, but I can be domesticated just like any other animal…

It’s like the fatter the person I see with a septum piercing, the thicker the gage on it and the heavier the hardware is. They worked to show that off, on all counts!

It’s like a public sign to put me on all fours and fatten me up until my belly completely lays on the ground. 

I keep daydreaming about going on a date to a buffet until I’m so absolutely stuffed I can barely waddle, just to be sat down in a piercing parlor by my feeder.

Realizing I’m too big to get up, to fat to resist. So I just watch down my nose, drooling as they pop a permanent piercing into my chubby face.

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I wake up in an empty bed, hearing noises from downstairs. I get up to go make sure you are ok and freeze when I see you. Your huge belly lit by the soft glow from the fridge all the other lights are still off. You are just shovelling all the leftovers into your mouth as fast as you can. I can't believe what I'm seeing, you went to sleep painfully full just a few hours ago. Now you are eating like you haven't seen food in days. Have we broken your capacity so badly with all the constant stuffings that you can't even sleep through the night without eating anymore?. I feel myself grow wet at the idea of it, staying as quiet as possible I start to rub myself. I don't want to startle you out of your hunger induced trance and ruin the show.

As I play with myself, I can't help but wonder, how often does this happen? How long has it been happening? God they've gotten so greedy, I keep them stuffed all day everyday and still they feel the need to sneak extra stuffings while I sleep.

Should I interrupt, or should I let you have your private stuffings in the middle of the night. One of your hands is rubbing the top of your belly as you keep rummaging through the fridge, you're getting full but clearly aren't ready to stop yet. I retreat back to bed a smile forming on my face, knowing you'll only be getting fatter faster. Planning ideas for what I can make to leave in the fridge for your midnight stuffing tomorrow. You need a special treat for being such a greedy pig for me.

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It’s ma birthday!! please eat as much as you can today, as a present to me 🥰🥰

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Fatguarddog's Feedist Kinktober 2024

Back again for another year! A creative feedist community project for everyone and anyone to take part in, here’s 31 days of 62 prompts, meaning you can do one, both or something that combines the two for each day!

Art, writing, photos, audios, feel free to express each prompt as you’d like to in relation to feedism, belly kink, indulgence, inflation and more! Please tag with '#feedist kinktober' and/or '#feedist kinktober 2024' so that everyone can share and see all our community’s creativity!

Transformation 🔀 / Farmer's Market 🌽

Latex Love 🖤 / Masquerade Ball 💃

Date Night 🍾 / Creepy Cookies 🍪

Leashed 🔗 / Hologram ✨

Cannibal Campers 🥩 / Tea Party 🫖

Ocean's Delight 🌊 / Possession 👻

Magic Mirror 🪞 / Donut Devotee 🍩

Ren Faire 👑 / Plugged In 🔌

Massively Milky 🥛 / Euphoria 💖

Full Moon 🌕 / Containment Breach ☢️

Theatrical 🎭 / Power Play 🔃

Candy Crush 🍬 / Eldritch Nightmares 👁️

GoTHICC 🥀 / Stitched Together 🪡

Pumpkin Spice 🎃 / Alien Abduction 🛸

Slasher 🔪 / Guardian Angel 😇

Runway Ready 👠 / Crystal Ball 🔮

Gaining Gamer 🎮 / Dungeon 🏰

Cult 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 / Artist's Muse 🎨

Invasive Vines 🌿 / Sweet Shop 🍭

Haunted House 🏚️ / Supersized Stoner 🍁

Chained Up ⛓️ / Silky Soft 💕

Exposed 😳 / Bewitching 🧙‍♀️

Bonfire Bash 🔥 / Rotten Core 🪱

Ritual 🫀 / Wardrobe Woes 👕

Olympian 🏛️ / Kaiju Attack! 🐙

Satanic Panic 😈 / Ice Cream Dream 🍦

Boozy Belly 🍺 / Dragon's Hoard 🐉

Plagued 🐀 / Movie Star 🎥

Spider's Web 🕸️ / Theme Park 🎡

Bulging Bimbo 💝 / Ancient Spirit 🪦

Monster Mash 💀 / Black Mail 💌

Don’t let my emojis sway your thoughts, they’re just there for visual interest! Please reblog to spread to more people, can’t wait to see what you all come up with ❤️

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• Using your safeword does not make you a bad sub.

• Not enjoying a certain act (i.e. tying up, pain play, etc) does not make you a bad sub.

• Not sharing the same kinks as your dom(s) does not make you a bad sub.

• Asserting your wants, needs and/or triggers does not make you a bad sub.

• Stopping a scene entirely and not wanting to continue does not make you a bad sub.

BDSM is supposed to be fun. You can stop or alter things to suit your comfort. It’s ok to do this.

Any dom that tells you otherwise is a bad dom.

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there is NO ethical feedism without the base knowledge that fat people are loveable and deserve respect and accommodation in more than just the bedroom