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What are your thoughts on a world where everyone is a hedonistic gooner pig. Imagine a society built around it.

Controversially, I prefer that not everyone is - I like the hierarchy. The fact i’m below normal people is a huge part of the appeal

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getting fattened up by someone unwittingly.

maybe my barista has been adding a little extra syrup or a little extra cream to my order every time i come in. i come more often as the drinks just seem to get better and better every time i have them.

my neighbour always seems to make too much of whatever they make. they bring round containers of delicious meals, insisting that no, really, you'd be doing me a favour taking this off my hands. i don't notice that their offerings get more frequent as time goes on, or that the serving sizes get larger incrementally.

my partner brings home sweet treats and snacks all the time, leaving them about the house. they indulge in them themself, of course, but it's mostly for me to graze on, unconsciously. my hand is never far from a bag of crisps or a chocolate bar. im never hungry at home anymore, thanks to my constant snacking.

and im left confused, wondering if my clothes shrunk in the wash or if im really that damn fat now. and meanwhile, my secret feeder gets to admire their handiwork as my body gets so round and soft, jiggling with every step, growing heavier and heavier with every passing day.

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everything about you is worse

your figure, your looks, your health, your status, your fitness, your discipline, your mood

youre getting slower, weaker, and dumber with each day that you dull your young mind with mindless pleasure

your body is choked with useless lard, your brain inundated with fast food chemicals and drug-induced euphoria

what have you gotten better at exactly? what have your choices brought you? what have you improved in?

Nothing.

Maybe you can eat more. Make more of an embarrassment of yourself. You can smoke more. Is that it?

Was that worth losing everything over?

Fucking fatass, when will you snap out of it? Hit the gym, go on a diet, stop smoking so damn much before its too late. Before youre too fat to stop.

Or is it hopeless already?

this made me dizzy omg

i love everything about getting worse, every aspect of my life taken and changed into something new. ruining me completely.

it’s hopeless and i’m not sure i could go back if i wanted to.

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This wasn’t an accident baby. I’m the reason your so fat.

Since the first day we met, I’ve been doing everything in my power to make you gain. Of course, I had to start small. Extra creamer and sugar in your coffee, making sure to surprise you with your favorite takeout after a long day of work.

And of course I encouraged you. I was “honest” and told you that I liked chubbier girls. I was kind, and thoughtful, and you couldn’t get enough of me. That made you comfortable. You didn’t question the extra candy bars in the cupboards, or my insistence that you always have thirds for every meal.

I was subtle when I had to be. But of course, I didnt always have to be.

When I noticed that you were going to the gym more and countering your calories to lose the “relationship weight” I had to bring down the hammer. I told you flat out that I couldn’t date a person who was so focused on their own image, and that if you were going to spend so much time on yourself, we would have to break up.

After that, you never even thought about going to the gym again.

Slowly, I started to point out how big you were getting, and you didn’t take it well. You resorted to the only thing that made you comfortable.

Food.

Lots of it at all times.

Frozen pizzas, cheap freezer fries, snack cakes, mozzarella sticks…….

The list of easy to make garbage food that fueled your new addiction was endless. I barely even had to try at this point. All I had to do was keep the fridge full, and you did the work.

Of course, now was the perfect time to turn you food addiction into a desire to become as fat as possible. Every time I made you food, It would be delivered with a kiss. I would cuddle with you as you ate, and made sure to rub your poor chubby tummy when it got too full.

Every day you would eat more and more, gaining so fast that I could see you get bigger every day. Your belly began to grow out, then when all that fat got too heavy, it began to grow down. Stretch marks covered your belly, and traced down your massive breasts, which sat atop your packed tummy. With every bite your arms jiggles as you brought more food past your chubby cheeks.

Finally, one day when I was rubbing your tummy, you began to whimper.

Were you really turned on at the thought of being packed this full?

You looked so amazing. Beached on the couch like a whale, so round and covered with stretch marks.

Fuck it.

Slowly, my hand moved down your belly, then slipped into your pants.

From there, it was over. Food and being fat was your everything. It was comforting, and romantic, and sexy.

At this point, food became your life, and you really thought this was all just an accident.

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Stuffing session

"On the table."

Fuck.

"Now."

I get to my feet slowly and heave myself into the standing position.

"What a pig."

One foot in front of the other I step towards the table, cold and made of steel. A thin worn cushion resting atop.

"Hurry, I don't have all day."

Wobbling and a bit unsteady I hoist myself up on the table, it dwarfed by my huge body.

"On all fours, like the pig you are."

I prop myself up on my hands and knees, already getting tired. My round belly resting between my arms and legs, pushing my tits up.

"Good. A proper piggies belly should fill the space between them and the floor."

A sigh escapes my mouth as I'm winded.

"Spread yourself."

Fuck..

I open my legs for him fully knowing what's coming next.

"Good piggy, you're going to be my nice little balloon today. A true sack of lard for me to fill."

I can feel a hand spread one of my ass cheeks then the slow probing of a lubricated toy.

"Relax, hog."

My wrists and knees hurt from the weight while I lay there getting fucked by a toy, the start of what's coming next.

"Good pig."

As I am being readied another set of tubing is placed in front of my mouth. I open it and they latch it in place, locking it behind my head.

"You're going to get so big for me..."

Two hands massage my ass and hips trailing down to my pussy.

"You're going to be absolutely stuffed by the end of this session. I just hope you don't pop.."

Slowly I can feel the hose enter my ass then become slightly tighter as a little pump is inflated to lock it in place.

The stirring of the machine begins and I grow nervous.

"Relax piggy, let yourself go. Your belly needs filled."

Hands rub my fat body, pinching lightly, wobbling, and caressing. I prepare myself.

The jolt of the tubes make me jump but it's too late to stop..not like I have a choice.

"Good girl. Relax and let yourself be filled."

I begin guzzling the cream and try to spread my legs further to make room for my belly to stretch breathe me. A hand rubs my pussy slowly while I am being pumped full.

"That's it..."

My wrists and knees continue to ache as my weight climbs.

"I want you nice and tight tonight."

My sagging gut slowly balloons outward with every pulse of the machine. My insides really are being stuffed.

"You need to take in two more gallons than last week to stretch yourself out. It's going to be painful but you can do it."

The rubbing and encouragement distracts me for a short time before the pressure really starts to set in. I wriggle in discomfort.

"What's the matter piggy? Too much? You arent't going to pop are you...?"

My belly begins to round nearly lifting me up from the table. I can feel them moving the tube slightly to stimulate my ass with my pussy.

"Let's really fill you up piggy..."

A vibrating toy is pressed against my clit and I can't help but let a moan escape while I chug.

"I know you like that..."

In circular motions they press it against my throbbing clit and pump the tube in and out of my ass while it fills me.

"Fuck..."

They stop to lubricate it then slowly insert it into my pussy. I can feel the girth and ridges.

"A properly stuffed pig has all of their holes filled for their master..."

My belly is huge. I'm nearly toppling over..

"You're almost there... let's lay you down while you finish up."

I tediously lay on my side. My stomach now bulging so far out it's nearly as big as the rest of me. I really do feel like I might burst.

They press their hands into it.

"Hmm how much more can I force feed you?"

I groan in resistance.

"Perhaps this will help.."

They grip the toy still stuffed in my pussy and begin fucking me with it. My belly wobbling and rippling with every pump.

"Fuck..." I groan distracted by the pure ecstacy.

"More..."

They powerfuck me while I bloat oven further. I can barely breathe from being so overstuffed with cream.

"That's it..take it all in.."

My stomach is so tight now Im left panting and moaning pressing my freed hands into the sides of it.

"I-I'm gonna pop!" I stammer.

"You might...you're almost there...two gallons left."

My belly is so big and heavy now that even after we do stop I won't be able to get off of the table. It's weighing me down.

My pussy is soaked, my clit is swollen and throbbing ready to cum. My tits bobbing up and down with every thrust.

"Such a good fat little piggy...filled and ready to pop for me..." They whisper in my ear.

I can't take it anymore and I shake, cumming so hard I believe I actually would burst, the skin on my belly taut and stretching. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to move.

The machine slows. The tube in my ass stops filling me. I gulp the last of the cream.

"Very good...next week we will add four more gallons to your session."

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I absolutely adore the moment a feedee finally understands how ruined they’ve become. All the denial finally washing away, and leaving them with a hunger to gain as fast as possible.

For some, this will never happen. Thanks to their pure, unstoppable gluttony turning their brain into a pile of mush, they will never have a moment to stop and think about how big they look in the mirror, or how heavy their entire body feels, or honestly anything else at all. All these feedees want to do is devour anything in sight from the time they wake up until they fall into a food coma.

However, some other feedees are somehow able to fight the constant onslaught of food that I serve them, and in brief moments of clarity, their piggy brain can finally take in how absurd this all is.

This is what happened to one of my feedees just a month ago.

It was after an absolutely massive feeding session. Tens of thousands of calories being shoveled down her throat and into her poor gut. She was obviously having an amazing time, in a blissful, euphoric state with nothing but the thought of wanting more food.

To be honest, I was getting greedy. Her belly had never been so packed full before. When we were finally finished, she was absolutely beached and immobile. Her poor red tinted belly rose and fell as she fought for every breathe. It was huge, rising almost two feet above her like a mountain, groaning and churning like a factory working on overtime.

After hours of caressing her poor belly, I was finally able to get her to sit up.

This is when it happened. There was a mirror across from us on the opposite wall, and she saw her bloated, food covered, massively obese self. Usually she was so busy eating that she didn’t even care, but today something just clicked.

She pushed herself up, needing a few tries to stand, then lumbered over to the mirror, jiggling with every step. The emotions going through her head must have been intense. She hadn’t seen herself in months, and had probably gained fifty pounds. The horror and pain mixed with the euphoria of being so fucking big made something click in her brain. She then turned and muttered these words through tears.

“I’m so fucking fat…….but I have to be fatter”

From this point, she began to gain at double the rate, and just a month later she had gained another thirty pounds. I don’t have to hide how big she is to get her to gain. She has finally accepted her life as a massive ball of lard, meant only to satisfy my carnal desires.

It truly is a beautiful thing.

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We both know you never wanted to be this fat. Who would…..right?

I can imagine how awful it must be to be seen like this in public, so absolutely monstrous that people mock you, and have to do double takes because they’ve never seen someone so fucking fat.

Of course they mock you, because you will never find clothes that will fit ever again. Your body is so grotesquely misshapen by the fat that you’ve forced onto it. How can we expect a normal shirt to contain your massive udders and Christmas ham sized arms. Your belly is another story all together. It either droops down to your thighs when empty or is stuffed so full that it’s like trying to shove a yoga ball into a pillow case.

Thanks to all that weight, every step just looks difficult. Hundreds of pounds pressing onto your poor knees and feet. No wonder they hurt all the time. And I know for a fact that you entire body jiggles with every step thanks to all that blubber. Your so close to perfection. I’m already making the payments on the hospital bed that will be installed once you finally become immobile.

And your just so wide big. Most doorways have to be squeezed through and Bathroom stalls are out of the question. I literate have to move the racks inside clothing stores so that you can fit down the aisle.

You don’t have any hobbies, or friends, or anything except food, and me, the person who happily feeds you whether you want it or not. Entire boxes of doughnuts, whole Pounds of bacon, family sized boxes of burritos.

And those are just the snacks.

Preparing your meals takes up my entire day. I wake up early to serve you breakfast, cook all day for your lunch, and work into the night to make your dinner. Each meal is so large that me can’t even use plates anymore. I just roll out a tablecloth and dump mounds of fatty goodness on top for you to enjoy.

All the time I put in is worth it though. From the rolls of fat on your belly, to your triple chin, to your cellulite ridden ass, you’ve become my masterpiece.

You’ve become exactly what I wanted from you. A slave to your own hunger, and a prisoner in your body.

Just remember, you did this to yourself.

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picturing her on my lap, slurping down a large milkshake and moaning as she feels all those calories and sugar slide down her throat and plop into her plump belly, as I massage and squeeze the layer of chub on her thickening hips

then, brain blank and overloading from pleasure, she asks me to order more food, saying she NEEDS it, she’s so hungry

I kiss her softly on the neck and whisper “you’re going to get so, so huge” and she moans in pleasure “yes, please”

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so, burps in general are pretty hot, right?

what really gets me off is uncontrollable burps — the kind that you can tell are erupting from a full, taut, gurgling gut pushed to its limits. those are the hollow, bubbly belches that you can tell are forced out only by those poor, overstretched tummy muscles, desperate to reduce the growing pressure inside.

i especially love how they catch the person off guard almost every time — how there’s always a hint of audible surprise when all that gas loudly forces it’s way up. And these wonderful burps are usually accompanied by groans and whines that are genuine to an unmistakably bloated, gassy, gurgling belly.

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Personally, I want to get you to a doctor just to see how destroyed your body is. I want to see an x-ray of your gigantic fatty liver, I want to see how clogged up your arteries are, how useless your heart is under all that lard.

I want to know your blood pressure, since surely your heart struggling to pump your thickened-with-sugar blood through your choked out veins would result in a fantastically high LDL, maybe a nice, round triple digit number starting with 2!

Through the doctor's concerned speech about your habits and how they need to be fixed, all you can think about is another few pounds of lard being drained into your huge gut when you get home. Ruining your organs even more, until they literally can't function under hundreds of pounds of pure hog fat crushing them, engorged fat cells swallowing them and filling them, all the while you're still being the greedy hog you are.

All that hog jelly, all that lard piled onto your body, will fuel your desire to overeat like the livestock you are until your heart can't work under the weight of your greedy hog mind.

And you'll love every second of the last deep fried meal you try to cram past your swollen lips.

.....really had to share this gem. These asks are so damn hot, I'm never ever getting tired of em.. 🥵🥵

What I'd give to have someone do that to me.. 🐷

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god i want to feed you i until you’re barely conscious, practically passed out from how full and aches your giant belly is, it would be wonderful to see you struggle under your weight while full to the brim, stretched beyond belief almost unable to breath. would it be too much if i got a funnel and started forcing giant amounts of weight gainers shake down your throat? your poor stomach stretched to double the size it normally is, maybe triple… i’d love to flip you over (if i even could because of how massive you are) and have you on all fours, your massive belly pressing against the ground as i continue to stretch it out, to the point i can’t even see past your giant swollen belly <3 even if you did pass out i’d keep you nice and full, stretching your stomach bigger and bigger while you sleep, and of course when you wake up i’d comment that you must just be imagining things, that i haven’t fed you since you fell asleep and that of course you have more room, now come on hun just open your mouth and let me fill you up again <3

The idea of being fattened up and stretched out in my sleep and waking up with a massive, overfilled belly is SUCH a turn-on. I'd love for you to fatten me up like that, I want to grow so much bigger.. especially for / with someone with such fantasies.

Force feed me on all fours until I'm so round you can roll me around. 🐖🥵

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thinking about unethical/dark feedism power dynamics:

- Your therapist slowly conditioning you to believe stuffing is the right thing to do at any moment, for any occasion or none at all. If your sad you should drown it in ice cream. you’re celebrating? go out to eat a huge meal. you’re in bed? that’s the perfect time for cake. you’re sat down? absolutely reach for the chips. Until any time you feel anything you are shovelling treats like there’s no tomorrow.

- A new doctor changing your prescriptions to ones that list weight gain and hunger as a side effect, adding ones that slow metabolism and cause drowsiness and fatigue. Then stating you need to lose weight so providing you with a diet plan so unsubstantial and pathetic that they know you’ll falter and the hunger will control you. Too dazed to even realise your predicament until your next checkup.

- You are a skinny, pretty, sorority girl but still make good grades, except for one class. This professor seems like they hate you for no reason, failing on every test or assignment even if it was good. You need an A in this class or you can’t move up a year, the professor pulls you into their office and explains the only way you could possibly get an A would be to become the fat, stupid piggy you clearly are inside. To humble yourself, fully.

- You meet someone, they’re much older and pretty financially well off. You are the most broke you’ve ever been and really struggling to land a job. They offer to help you out, on one condition. They will give you £100 for every pound gained.

- Tinder date takes secret photos/videos of your intense humiliation session and threatens to send them to everyone you know if you don’t do as they say. They want a fat bimbofied play piggy and you have no way to say no or explain your changes to others around you.

- Your boss heard you make a comment about their weight to another coworker and calls you into their office. They explain that if you wanted to keep your job all you had to do was come into the office every day after close. They funnel feed you well beyond their weight in record time and makes sure to throw out some sly comments about your double chin to other colleagues here and there.

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what do you find so hot about corruption/ruinification or overall getting worse

I like the surrender i suppose, the idea of letting go both of your autonomy and the social repercussions of your actions. I’ve always been pretty “high maintenance” and an overachiever because I feel like it’s the right thing to do, part of my values as a person.

There is nothing more submissive than sacrificing everything to someone just for them to reduce you to far less than you ever thought you could be.

I guess a body horror element in a way also, being manipulated and forcibly changed into something you normally would stay far away from is hot.

At the end of the day, im a huge submissive and want to be moulded and changed to be perfect, even if it’s some sickos twisted version of it.

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Cw// Dark Feedism/CNC

Some of yall keep teasing me like it's a game- You just keep pushing and poking the bear until it's too late....

I WILL feed and stuff you for my own benefit. I could care less in that moment if you're already filled to the brim.

I don't care if you're already so tight and right there at your limit. This isn't your fun time, it's mine. You're my little test subject and you'll be treated as much.

It's mistresses' time to test and experiment with you and see just how much you can take before that safeword is said. All that crying, whimpering, begging, pleading, it's all falling on deaf ears. You made your bed, now lay in it.

I'll make sure that you're nice and edged too. Just keep teasing you as you did me. You're sobbing, shaking and trembling. You feel like you can burst but can't even distinguish in what way.

All of this, just because you wanted to toy with me and forget your place....

well anyway, test this at your worst convenience 😊💕

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What if i want both of them 🫣🐷

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Whats your favorite fat words?!

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As i’ve hit my goal weight recently i’ve had some regrets about gaining weight. I’m currently bigger than i’ve ever been and i’ve stretched my stomach to the point i have to overeat to feel satisfied.

Unwillingness and control are aspects of feedism that really do something to me so being put into such a helpless position turns me on as much as it scares me, maybe even more so.

I’m regularly disgusted by what i’ve done to my body and the shame of being fat in my day to day life is deep and painful but as soon as i open this app and i’m greeted with bodies twice the size of mine i am reminded why i do this.

I’m so scared and wish i could stop before it’s too late but deep down i know this is only the beginning.

Please praise and tease me for what i have done and who i will become, keep me addicted to fat.

Worshipping fat.