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Tried animation for the first time 👉👈
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You were a young, good looking girl. Or so you were told. Your long blonde hair fell gracefully on your bony bony shoulders. Your defined cheekbones gave you a sharp look. Your skinny waist made you quite the catch in the eyes of people around you.
But you weren't happy, were you? The long hair didn't feel right. Neither did the feminine face or the skimpy outfits you wore to show off your tiny body.
So you choose to pursue happiness instead and admitted to yourself that you're not the girl you're pretending to be. You chopped off the hair into a messy mohawk and dyed it bright colors, got piercings and tattoos, traded your tiny dresses and heels for oversized leather jackets, rough jeans and combat boots. It took years but you eventually even got on testosterone. The changes made you ecstatic. You gained muscle mass, your body hair grew and got darker, your voice deepened....
And you became hungry. All the years of denying yourself the pleasure of food in order to fit into a box caught up to you and for the first time you ate freely. After all, you were basically going through a second puberty and that's just how teenage boys get, right?
They chug bear, tear into a steak, devour plates after plates of chicken wings, fries, pizzas, whatever they can get their hand on. You were no different. You ate everything in sight and soon it started catching up to you.
Your small waist blended into your wide hips, giving you a more boxy, manly appearance. Your thickening thighs tore through your old feminine skinny jeans and became the perfect resting place for your softened belly. Your arms got huge and mixed with the muscle mass you still got they gave you almost bear like appearance. You could easily go out without binding because your tits now just looked like moobs.
Nowadays, you as much as catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and can't help but get horny. The body you worked so hard on makes you wet just thinking about it. You made it yourself out of flesh that was unfit for you and you did it one shot and one stuffing at a time.
Tell me boy, doesn't it feel nice? To finally become one of the big men you always admired? Doesn't the low vibrator of your voice in your throat make you excited? Don't you want to get that tummy to jiggle even more?
I know you want this.
So eat up
You were never meant to be a small girl anyway
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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I finally took a long look in the mirror today and oh my god how did I not notice that I have new stretch marks on my ass and hips???
Fuck it's so hot 😩
The fact that my body is growing too quickly for my skin to catch up so it just stretches beyond it's limits .....
I hope I'll get some stretch marks on my tummy soon as well
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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Yes please 🥺
Reblog if you’re a gainer who welcomes anonymous teasing and encouragement!
I want them ALL
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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Yes! If you only respect fat people because of a fetish, you don't actually respect fat people
Look I love feedism as much as the next guy here, but I also just very sincerely find fat people sexy and would want anyone I was feeding or being intimate with to genuinely feel that from me, that I find them attractive and desirable as a person who happens to be fat, not in spite of it and not just as a fetish ❤️
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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Amen, brother
tummies are sexy. You agree. Reblog
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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Yes
YES
This is exactly what I want
Laying in a bed with a notebook and working on writing a novel, snacks surrounding me on all sides
As the plot of the book thickens, so do my hips 🤭
Am I the only one to be into weight gain with a certain degree of intellectualization?
Bibmofication with wg is cool and all but just imagine
You give up your active lifestyle to finally focus on your intellectual pursuits.
You used to be on the football team or in the army or whatever but nowadays you're working on your chess game, writing your novel, improving your art, or developing your video game.
And you're sitting at a desk.
Eating.
Possibly with an eager cutie or assistant bringing you more snacks.
Eh?
EH?
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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Hey, so just a little heads up:
This blog is run by a transsexual faggot and it's for other trans faggots ONLY
Cis queers are still welcome, but if you're cishet please don't interact
Anyone under 18 - don't interact either, this is a kink blog so minors, stay away
Same applies to people 30+
ALSO
I'm perfectly fine with chatting in DMs as long as you're respectful :)
I'm pretty much fine with anything, the only hard no's I have are things like slob, burping, messy eating, stuff like that
Okay that's all. Just be a decent person :)
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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Okay I can't find it but there was this one post about someone secretly feeding you in your sleep and it's honestly all I've been thinking about for the past couple of days
Just imagine having someone who lives with you, a partner or even just a roommate, showing a funnel in your mouth every night while you sleep and just pumping you full of some fattening substance, maybe they'd put something in it to make you sleep hard so you don't wake up.
Over the course of the night you'd have thousands of calories pumped into you, stretching out your stomach to make sure that next time you can handle even more. Every morning you'd wake up swollen and bloated, confused as to why that is, because you haven't eaten since dinner, right? You'd brush it off and go get a breakfast anyway because it's the most important meal of the day after all, you can't miss it. And you'd go about your day as normal, eating and snacking as you always would.
That's why it'd surprise you when one day you'd find it impossible to button your pants. You'd admit that you have gained weight and try to work it off, watching what you eat, exercise, all of that.... But you wouldn't know that a certain someone is feeding you a week's worth of calories just in one night.
You'd furiously try to loose the weight, but it would just keep piling on. What once was a small pudgy belly has grown into a big soft wobbling gut. Every part of you would be covered in lard and none of your clothes would fit you anymore.
After some time you'd just give up, if you can't loose the weight no matter what you do then what's the point of dieting. So you'd give into your hedonistic urges and eat whatever your belly desires. Except your stomach would be so stretched out by that point that you just can't feel satisfied unless you gorge like a feral starved animal.
Maybe one day you'd find the funnel that was used on you all this time and instead of questioning it, you'd immediately use it yourself.
And maybe the person who was behind this the whole time would end up catching you with the funnel, while you're guzzling down pure slop and playing with your massive jiggling belly
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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Gaining weight and getting fat because of testosterone WAS QUITE LITERALLY THE GOAL
Funny that transphobes talk abt trans men like “dont be surprised when the testosterone doesn’t turn you to an anime twink” meanwhile half the trans guys I know are in an active race to become the hairiest man in the world gripping our T bottles like “please I need to be a bear it’s important”
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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Literally me
Death obsessed autistic faggots are our only hope for a cultural renaissance
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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Gaining weight as gender affirmation is NEVER corny. It's hot and cool and sexy, actually
i know talking about weight gain as gender affirming is a bit corny by now but truly getting softer and fleshier all over has made me feel so much better about having relatively wide hips. like having v full thighs and a bit of a belly as well as my substantial ass situation is so genderous of me
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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The ultimate Christmas experience is getting drunk on mulled wine and stuffing to near bursting on sweet Christmas treats <3
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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The skinny twinky pre-T trans guy to fat hairy trans bear pipeline is honestly so cool and sexy
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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I have always been into feedism. The big, soft, jiggling tummies just always did it for me and after gaining weight on accident I decided fuck it, why not join in on the fun.
After all, I have a lot of self control, I can always just stop and loose the weight if I don't like it...
So I stuffed myself for the first time. And the second time. And the third time. And soon enough eating because I'm bored became the standard. I didn't notice it at first but slowly I was blowing up.
My clothes started to fit more snuggly than they used to, my thighs started touching, stretch marks appeared on my hips, what was once a flat tummy now had a considerable softness to it.
It made me horny beyond belief. Days off were spent doing nothing but stuffing myself silly and masturbating. On all fours, a pillow under me and between my legs, and the image of my body fattening up stuck in my head.
One day, I was doing just that. I layer there, on my knees, fat ass sticking out, playing with myself after a big stuffing. I came harder than ever before, the waves of pleasure making me curl into myself. And that's when I felt it. My belly slapping the top of my thighs for the very first time.
After riding out the orgasm I stood up to looked in the mirror and saw it - my, still bloated, belly had an ever so slight line where it was pushing out from my body. I sat back down onto my bed and finally noticed that my belly was actually starting to sit in my lap.
I felt so proud I celebrated with stuffing myself even more. After that day it became really hard to restrain myself around food. I ate anything and everything that came in my general vicinity. I'd eat a meal big enough to feed an entire family while fondling my growing belly and I'd still get a snack afterwards.
I was on cloud nine, my body was plumping up so quickly, I could actually feel the fat cells multiplying after every meal. I couldn't get my hands to stop rubbing my softening belly at every chance I got, I couldn't stop putting on old clothes that used to be oversized only to watch the buttons on them pop off, I could stop GAINING.
One day I was trying to actually cook for once and my back started aching. I felt the sack of lard pulling on my back muscles and my legs vere hurting from standing up for so long. Heaving and plopping my belly onto the counter to rest my back I told myself
"okay, maybe I got a little too fat. I had my fun but now I should really loose some of the weight. I mean, it won't long, after all, I have a lot of self control..."
So I finished cooking the meal, or something that was originally meant as just one meal, and took only about a third, thinking that I'm just gonna finish the rest some other day. I also promised myself that I'm starting working out tomorrow.
Of course, that didn't last very long. After finishing the meal my belly felt completely empty and within half an hour I went back to eat the rest. Needless to say the working out routine I planned got forgotten as well.
So I just kept my old habits up and denied even weighing that much. I mean, the scale must be broken, I'm not ACTUALLY that fat, and again, I have a lot of self control, if I REALLY wanted to, I can just work this extra weight right off. And so I kept gaining. And kept gaining.
And kept gaining.
And kept gaining...
Until my entire body jiggled with the slightest of movement. My enormous belly hanged halfway to my knees, a heavy sack made entirely out of pure fat. Big, shapeless, cellulite ridden thighs always touched, and the friction of them chafing against each other made it harder to walk. My head now always rested on a big double chin that wobbled every time my hand with sausage like fingers bought something up to my mouth.
I was in deep, and I knew I really needed to start to take it seriously. Attempt after attempt was made to loose the excess weight, but it always bought even more lard on my body. I couldn't stop shoving food down my throat, no matter how much I tried. I became unrecognizable to the people who knew me and loved ones started to get concerned about me.
But of course, I was too proud to admit that I got too fat actually couldn't help myself. In my mind, I was still in the "slightly chubby" phase.
And even I DID get too fat, I have a lot of self control, I can always just stop and loose the weight, right?
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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The holidays are making me blow the fuck up.
I weighed 56 kilos (123 pounds) by the end of summer break. NOW IT'S 70 KILOS (154 POUNDS)
It's not even 4 months. I wasn't actively gaining. I was just eating how I wanted. And I gained like half of it only this past month. Now that I decided to actively try gaining weight it's gonna get even worse
This week my belly started to hang a bit over waistbands of everything I wear and it's so hot
I can practically FEEL the sugar and butter from all the treats I've been gorging on settle on my body and turn into the soft wobbling fat
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420faggyactivities69 · 4 months
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Lately I've been finding myself snacking mindlessly on homemade Christmas treats throughout the day and it's making me feel sooo good
As I made the treats myself I know exactly what's in them and let me tell you - they're almost entirely made just out of pure sugar and butter
And yet I can't help but stuff myself silly with them, absentmindedly reaching into the big box full of these fatty sugary snacks I have in my drawer, popping them in my mouth one by one until I eventually run out
And then I get all surprised that I'm starting to spill out my clothes 😅
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