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You just can't say no to yourself, can you?

You choose a sweet breakfast every morning knowing that you'll be hungry again in a few hours once your body has processed all of that excess sugar....

You add extra cream and syrup and sugar to your coffee orders because, well, it's just coffee, right? And you pick up a cinnamon roll with it too because frankly, you're convinced no one can resist them. And they're so small they can't be that bad for you.... You might have to start picking up two though, one just goes down so fast....

You are constantly grazing on snacks at work, even though you know it's out of boredom and not hunger....but munching through bags of family sized chips is how everyone gets through the slow work hours, right?

And you make sure to stuff yourself with a lunch even though you're still full from your snacks because you can't skip a meal! Skipping meals is just bad for you, right? Of course you don't have to stuff yourself so full that you struggle to walk for the rest of your shift but.... The food was just too good to stop...

You grab fast food on your way home every day, even though you know you could make yourself something less calorie dense... But you're just so exhausted from working all day, you deserve to relax, right? You can treat yourself to an easy meal every now and then.... Although you've been convincing yourself of this every evening recently.... And the order sizes are just getting larger...

You can't stop pushing sweet decadent treats past your lips. You convince yourself it's normal to eat a box of doughnuts, a pack of cookies, and a few cupcakes as a dessert every evening. I mean, everyone likes sweet treats, right? And you struggle to choose just one so you compromised and had them all...

You choose full sugar soda even though you know there are sugar free alternatives. Or a creamy milkshake. Or, seemingly, whatever drink has the most sugar. They're just drinks, and you want to enjoy them! Water has always been so bland to you...

Of course all of this has started to have an effect on you. Your body is stretching out of all of your clothes... You shirts are rolling up, leaving your belly partially exposed. You struggle to button your jeans now, and you can't remember when you stopped needing a belt.... Even your sweats are getting tighter...

But you just can't stop yourself. You can't stop choosing the largest, fattest, sweetest, most calorie dense options. You can't stop yourself from growing bigger, swelling yourself up with lard.

You're growing a permanent second chin, your thick thighs are rubbing together more and more with each step, your big hips jiggling with every step, your belly growing further and further over your waistband. Your whole body showcasing how you just can't stop yourself from eating whatever you want. Growing bigger and bigger, more and more fat being added to your body each day.

And you still can't say no. You just can't stop indulging in whatever you please. You can't stop eating past being full, preferring to stuff yourself at every meal. It all tastes too good. It feels too good to give in like this

You can't even remember the last time you denied a craving... The last time you said no to yourself....

And I don't think I'll say no to you either, darling. In fact, I was thinking of going to the store and picking up some snacks for you. So...what are you hungry for today?

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Forget about losing weight

You know telling me to stop at this point won't do anything. You submitted yourself to me, ruined your diet for me, gorged yourself hundreds of pounds heavier for me, and broke another scale all to show me you were a good hog. Now you are telling me you want to lose weight and exercise again. It's obvious you are lying by just looking at your face when the smell of a juicy fattining burger hits your nose. You even feel a tingle in your crotch when you hear the fridge door open now. Do you think all of that conditioning will just go away? No, you are dumb. You are a smart piggy that knows there is no way you can do a pushup anymore. The last time I saw you run was to the door when the pizza guy came with your order. I won't even bother mentioning why your flabby arms won't be picking up weights anymore. You can try to lose weight if you want, but we both know you will come waddling back to be fattened up again. It's not just because salty greasy fast food is so addictive. It's not because you have spent days' worth of time playing with your belly while listening to weight gain encouragement. It's because you were meant to have a huge jiggly gut. Your brain knows it, and your body obviously shows it. I suggest you stop thinking about reasons why you should lose weight and start eating those dumb little thoughts away. I bet you are starving. You get hungry so fast now from the constant grazing. Let me get you a treat for being a scale-breaking flabby feedee. You can keep dreaming about getting a beach body while I shove 2k calories worth of pizza down your greedy throat. 

With my recent posts doing pretty well (I hope it has helped some of you ☺️) I wanted to ask if y’all would like for me to start writing feedism stories again!

And an update, my gf and I are doing great! Better than ever actually, she is still on a hiatus and I ask that everyone respects her decision. For now I wanted to give back and encourage others with fun/cute soft-feedism stories like I used to!

So if this gets a positive poll outcome then feel free to send me asks for story ideas y’all would want to see! 🤍

Also, I will still be writing little feel good stuff for the people that enjoyed that too don’t worry ☺️

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The Thrill of Getting Fat

Diet culture. We can’t escape it. Always telling us what we shouldn’t eat, that we need to lose weight. Fat is taboo.

So how do we, as feedists, deal with that taboo? We break it. We’re naughty. After all, everybody knows that when someone tells you that you can’t have something, you want it all the more. It’s thrilling to be naughty, to break the rules, to give diet culture the middle finger. It’s thrilling to get fat. I think this is part of the allure of being a feedee: violating the weight taboo.

There’s the open gluttony and getting obscene amounts of food to eat. I can imagine my feeder saying at the drive-through, “three, no I better make that four double burgers just in case they want a snack before dinner,” thereby implying that a full double burger is merely a snack. Or going to a buffet and getting a plate with a comical quantity of fattening desserts.

Then there’s the pleasure of eating. Of course, there’s the taste of the food, but the real thrill is in the choice of food, because I’m not getting fat on vegetables. Oh, no. Diet culture tells us to avoid “junk” or “unhealthy” food, but as a fattening up feedee, I’m feasting on foods everyone else feels guilty about. To vanilla society, each bite is an embrace of depravity.

Of course, the results of feeding are also their own thrill. Other people fret about outgrowing clothes, but I get to look forward to it. Rather than stress over finding time to exercise and lose another pound, I get to be lazy and pleasure myself with decadence. I get to enjoy my budding bulging belly and feel my feeder’s pride in it. And of course, once I’m truly fat, I won’t be able to hide how much space I take up while engaging in flagrant gluttony. It’s quite an act of rebellion to be undeniably fat yet still shamelessly choose the most fattening foods to gorge on.

So, let’s go for a thrill ride. Let’s go out and get something to eat. Let’s go make me fat.

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Endlessly eating

Enornous and still. My body so big and engorged with fat that all I can do is open my mouth for more. Laying in the middle of a triple king sized bed, comfortable and warm. Moving limbs is now impossible since they are slowly being swallowed by more fat. They are far too heavy to even wiggle anyways.

Glug…glug…glug… The sound of my throat working down the flow of slop. I guess I couldn’t chew fast enough for you so you decided that being funnel fed calories was a better idea. This is what I craved, pure helplessness. Buried upon pounds and pounds of fat, so hopelessly obese and unable to even lift a finger. Excersise is out of the question. Hell, moving me from this room is out of the questions. Now all I live for is to grow so incredibly obese that I may be famous for it.

You have been excellent too, fattening me up to this point. The point of no return. I thought eight hundred pounds was heavy, I was wrong. Every now and then I can manage a stretch in, but its getting harder to move. I do love when you are feeling a bit evil and stuff thick, cheesy, greasy pizza into my mouth and watch me struggle to match your pace. My record is five large pizzas. Humanly impossible and probably disgusting to most. My poor stomach lining had been abused heavily from my addiction, but I don’t mind. I’ll make it to six large pizzas one day.

You are so forceful and firm when you push me to my limits. I know if I dont fulfill your demands you will have your way with me. Sometimes I think you want me to burst! I know you would enjoy seeing my stomach rupture right before your eyes. You would probably be proud of your work. Sick, I know. I’d probably be ok with it anyways. You scare me sometimes with how you tell me you want me to eat until I feel like I’m going to pop.

My body is so massive now that its becoming difficult to breathe. Imagine letting yourself become so obese that your body is struggling to keep itself alive and you just keep swelling up bigger. But deep down you can’t even stop because one, you are so addicted to eating that the thought of not having food in you is a terrible idea; and two, you are so fat you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed, let alone a door. So, your only option is to see how much more gluttonous abuse your body can handle before it gives out entirely.

My arms just hang to my sides now, I rub my vast growing belly while I suck down thousands of calories a day. My feeder tortures me by forcing me to do tiny workouts in between feedings. Raising my arms up, wiggling my legs, making me sit up straight. They call my a fat disgusting pig, a slob, a porker. I love it. It just makes me eat more and more. I grow out of breath so easily now I couldn’t even imagine walking, I’m far too fat now. I’ve ballooned from two hundred seventy pounds to one thousand five hundred ninety pounds in five years.

You first wanted me to reach three hundred fifty by tying me to the bed and feeding me carb loaded meals. The pounds really packed on after the first four months of being layed in bed all the time. Then you introduced me to the funneling system you set up. Thats when I kissed my mobile body goodbye. After the first two years I was nearing immobility with a five hundred sixty pound lard filled body. Huffing and puffing with every step.

I secretly adored when you let me fall over, gasping for air then forced me to eat an entire extra large pizza on the floor. You were so diligent and I was so greedy, you just rubbed my swollen gut and encouraged me to eat more. Good thing I made it to the bed because after that I never got out of it. The amount of calories and carbs you quickly stuffed into me was astounding. You really did want to make sure I never got out of bed ever again. It worked too.

Now my weight is climbing daily with no hope of shrinking down to a reasonable size. No pair of pants will fit my vast waist size and shirts just barely cover my chest now. My ass feels like an anchor holding me to the bed enabling my laziness. You used to make me wear my clothes until my fat flabby body ripped every seam out of them, I sure do miss that. Now I’m nearly too fat to wear anything at all. It was going to happen eventually.

You seem even more eager and forcefull now even though I’m far passed the weight I planned on stopping at. Maybe you are testing me to see when I will try to say “no” or maybe you already know my will power is shattered. Besides…even if I did say no, how could I stop you? I’m practically an obese blob slowly being suffocated and crushed under my own gluttony.

But I love the look in your eyes when you watch me devour thousands of calories before you. An almost evil, greedy, lustful stare that wants more from me. When your hands press into my deep doughy belly rolls I can feel your desire to push me even further, even bigger. I want to feed that desire. I’m not sure my exact weight anymore but I’m sure I’m nearing two tons. I’m not sure how much more my body can handle but I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.