18+ Only - Howdy, I'm just your average run of the mill Stallion, T-Rex, Kobold. I'm usually just watching artists, but occasionally I'll do more. (28 yrs old)
On that last note please do remember
You're all on my feeding list there isn't a waistline I won't add fat to. I'll pour fat on you like soda in your gut. I'll reveal in your lack of mobility, and I won't even flinch with your huge belches to my face. Nothing will save your waist
Todays Activities:
8AM: Feeding you
9AM: Feeding you
10AM: Feeding you
11AM: feeding you
12AM: Feeding you
1PM: Feeding you
2PM: Soda chug-a-thon
3PM: Weigh in/Rest
4PM: Heavy snacks
5PM: Feeding you
6PM: Feeding you
7PM: Feeding you
8PM: Feeding you
9PM: Capacity testing
Warning: Please read warning below
You will gain 260lbs soon
Do not read middle text, it is a prophecy looking to attach to someone to become true! Thank you for reading the warnings first!
Fatter, you're going to be fat and get fatter every day this is the blessing I bestow upon ye.
Heavier and heavier unable to stop. Appetite always there, clothes never fitting, food always in reach. A curse to some a blessing to others. Reguardless the pact is sealed it is done.
Well I'mma post art anyway! Here's more of Mehr Guil! I adore my nerdy gulimon! This was my sort of indulgent piece I got of me and him. I really can't get enough belly ever. (Done by )
A deal is a deal. I helped someone push their gluttony goals today and they broke my required calorie count so as a forewarning, I'll be posting someone's real belly today and some stats about their weight. Gotta show 'em off a little.
You lay there overfed, overstuffed all day, belly being rubbed as you barely stay awake, only to feel your feeder shift. You open your eyes and see a cake with a slice coming to your muzzle. "A little more, for me?" he says pressing it to your lips, you know you can't say no.
Man I just really want that pleading look of "Please I'm already far too big." as they lay on their massive belly, knowing words will just erupt into belches and witty retorts from me. That look as I push an eclair the size of someone's forearm into their muzzle with just a grin.
There is no such thing as big enough.
There is no such thing as too big.
There is no such way to stop your weight gain.
There is no such thing as too messy.
There is no such thing as a diet.
...
There is only more.
There is only fatter.
There is only hunger.
There is only BIGGER!
When his fat pad is so thick it's bulging his underwear not just bulging it but spilling out the bottom leg holes and over the top of the elastic band. And he's still eating like he's never seen food. :3
Month 1: 180lbs | 100M | 11 min
Month 4: 310lbs | 100M | 47 min
Month 12: 550lbs | 100M | 2hrs 59 Min
Year 2: 800lbs | 30M | 1 Hr
Year 4: 1700lbs | 5M | 3hrs
Year 6: 1 Ton 300lbs | 1M | 17hrs
Year 10: 10 tons | Growing 5 M per day
Don't fight it fatty.
Eat. Consume. Gorge. Glut.
You know you want to be fatter, push yourself, let the only hard work you do anymore is eat.
The Alternative is being forced to consume, fed and fattened by someone else's hand.
Since destiny will have you immobile no matter what
Alright so hear me out. I take a dragon.
And I fatten him.
And I fatten him.
And I fatten him.
And I fatten him.
And I fatten him.
And I fatten him.
And I fatten him.
and when he says that's enough I grab his muzzle...
And I fatten him.
And I fatten him.
And I fatten him.
When you have to take your boyfriend bra shopping because he's just getting so fat his moobs are close to H cups. That and the diet (and hidden milk enhancers) I've been feeding him keep that chest leaking. So he needs something to absorb some of it.
You -REALLY- let yourself go didn't you?
Good. Indulge then, keep it up, don't listen to those silly ideas of being able to fit in a XXXL shirt. Just put on a few more pounds, eat a few more burgers. Really let that diet loose control.
CW: Slob
Man can you imagine becoming a big fat sweaty blob, a helpless grease soaked food stained mess, being fed fatter and fatter daily. Belching more than speaking, drooling constantly for more. Simply because some horse thinks it's hot and wanted such a display in his home?
Don't resist. Eat.
You know you want to anyway.
You know you want to feel food slip into that always hungry gut.
You know you're eager to see yourself get huge.
Eat. Not like you could get away anyway.
What with that sofa filling rear.
Door blocking belly.
And growl of hunger.
So recently I was talking with one of my friends, encouraging them to glut, ya know have a snack or two more. And well one thing led to another and they decided to stand on their scale (that goes up to 500lbs) and they errored out the scale.
I'm such a good influence.
Go ahead fatso, run. Drag your belly across the ground at a breakneck speed of across the house in 16 hours, feel your sides squeeze against the hallway begging you to just stay, hear your belly growl with a hunger I instilled, realize you can't and don't want to escape me.
CW: Extreme slob
To lay upon a slovenly greasy belly in one hand holding of course the 40lbs of fast food my fatty asked for but in the other hand a picture of them barely 100lbs, showering daily, normal meals. Now they're an air pollution hazard and sweat enough to flood a room.
Bigger and bigger you swell, bloat, & fatten. Not that you can do anything to stop it, and as you reflect on that one thin beautiful frame disappearing into this new massive form you realize.
You'd never want to lift a finger to even attempt to stop this. You -NEED- more.
Bigger.
There is no upper limit.
Just grab a stick of butter.
Or even let me grab a slice of cake.
Swallow and let it churn into fat.
Get heavier.
Get fatter.
Get Bigger.
Ya know what's really good? That spoiled kind of fat, the fat where you know the hardest thing they've done is eat and get stuffed. That kind of fat that wobbles when you move at all that shows your mass is trying to continue after you tell it to stop.
When someone's so fat their ass is stretching their underwear to its' limits. Fatpad looks like a huge bulge, seams popping, but it's their favorite pair of underwar, so you have to hug their ass to keep those undies in tact for just a biiiit lo-RIIIIP-nger. Well I tried.
Watching as your appetite increases.
As less clothes fit.
As your weight climbs.
As everything becomes a challenge.
As everything revolves around how fat you are.
As you realize you're destined to be a big soft ball of fat.
As you enjoy it.
As you want more.
As I want more.
I want that weight to be a hinderance.
So heavy you need your feeder for near everything.
Can't get up.
Can't move.
Can't reach past your own gut.
Make yourself a full time job with overtime.
Too big to ever be washed.
& Reward that feeder with belches and being a comfy bed.
When you're hungry, you should eat.
When you finish a meal, you should have a sweet snack.
When you're bored, eat.
Or just give me control of that diet let me feed you so much so often you forget what hunger is, you just know you should be eating. Always. Forever fattening.
You do realize that most people consider funnel feeding and having a pump for weight gain shake and other fattening things down your muzzle is a rare thing right?
Not the first thing they reach for after one of your 20K calorie meals. Honestly probably not you're too spoiled
Keep eating let your control slip. Give in to hunger. Attempt to sate an appetite that only grows. Indulge until your fat fills the room. And keep getitng even bigger. You can't be too big, can't think of an excuse to not eat. You don't want to. So bury your face in food and eat.
Did you think you could stop gaining weight? Really, I mean look at you, you're huge, always hungry, and you can't help but moan with your mouth full.
You're destined to eat away that mobility and I'm the enforcer of destiny if you decide to fight destiny I'll just do it myself.
CW: Slob
So what if you get covered in greases, butters, sauces, sweat, just in general your own hedonism? While you get fatter?
Can't ever dream of a shower, or getting washed ever again?
Belch with enough force to rattle a stone foundation?
This is exactly how you should be
You're such a good fatass, but you need to eat more alright?
Try to outgrow your clothes.
Aim to be too heavy for reinforced furniture.
Need to be immobile.
Just glut. Consume. Give in to your lust for food.
Become my living landmass.
Wow there's a lot of you who want to spend allll day with your fat ass glued to one spot. Stuck in an endless wave of more food.
You do realize you'll get fat if you live like that, right? Eating all day, belly doted on by a obsessed feeder, and not burning off a single calorie.
Ya know I don't think I've said it before. But it absolutely fuels me when I see "Guilmon4456 liked 58 of your posts." or I keep seeing icons & names on every post... It 200% makes me want to triple someone's weight. Minimum.
Ceaseless gorging, impossible to stop eating. Every flavor tastes so good, every new stretchmark feels so good, the weight of your endless feast filling your lap feels so good.
How could one possibly end this? How could a mere mortal stop. You can't, you won't, you'll eat more.
Beached.
-Crams food in your muzzle.-
Blob.
-More food pressed to that still chew muzzle.-
Fatso, you wanted this!
-The feeding horse lays on your gut an army's worth of food on standby still.-
You needed this.
So get fatter. Get bigger. Get Heavier.
There's no going back!
There is no such thing as too fat.
Keep eating.
Keep glutting.
Get lost in your own softness.
Loose the distinction between you and the horizon
Feel lighter not because you lost weight but because your gravity is now stronger than the planets.
Keep. Getting. FATTER!
Calm down I'm just changing you to a squeaky partially see through pool toy.
It's fine, I'm just replacing the air with oobleck.
I know you have to take slow methodical steps or you can't move. Pooltoys belong in the pool not in library researching.
Its just a few more gallons
Is this a dream? You watch as the scale you're standing on the number keeps rising your belly slowly billowing out like rising dough. You can't help but squeeze your fat as you push it out of the way 600, 700, 800 your fat hides the scale and a moment later. -SNAP- It breaks.
Watching as that belly takes up more and more daily, as it gets a little harder to actually move, as that appetite seems to double, that rear fills up more and more of that lucky seat.
Enjoying as you can't seem to stop eating and I can't seem to stop feeding.
CW: Slob
Make a golden regal dragon so fat and so slovenly, their shiny gold scales get covered in stains too thick to see the orginal luster only shining due to sweat and grease, they loose their golden breath instead developing a poision breath and basically are a posion dragon
Do you even realize how much you eat anymore? I would guess not you might even be embarrassed if you knew. There's a reason you keep falling asleep after every meal fatty you're eating enough for 5 people per meal! Plus snacks!! I don't care if you're a dog you're really a whale!
You'd think you'd be smart enough to not listen to the stallion who's pick up line is "Let me ruin you."
But yet you let him feed you, fatten you, turn your belly into your biggest asset, make you outgrow all your clothes, break all your furniture, and steal your mobility.
You lay in bed absolutely stuffed, Vix rubbing your belly slowly, as your gut gurgles countless calories away. Only for him to stop and pull out his phone showing you an order for more food, he grabs your hand raises it and makes you hit the "Order now" button.
"You're completely helpless you realize that?" I saw as I pour the pitcher of gainer shake poweder and melted butter into the funnel.
"Even if you could magically stop being hungry you can't stop me. But we both know you're addicted to eating like this anyway."
The collar I give out is downright evil when it comes to feeding. You can get stuffed to 201% capacity, only to hear "Good boy/girl" from Vix that collar feels warm, your gut gurgles and every calorie undigested turns to fat. Now your gut is empty and you're starving for food!
Straddling belly like riding a horse, squeezing hundreds of pounds of fat between my legs, rubbing that huge gut with my thighs, and even bouncing a little making all that fat wobble and you belch. As I lean forward and secure the feed bag to your muzzle. "Gonna be a long ride."
Psst!
-Sudden soda hose shoved in ones muzzle-
Fsssst
-gulp gulp gulp gulp-
What did you think o was getting your attention? Nah.
-wraps a band around said muzzle-
Now finish that for me would you?
Beached.
That's what you should be, just a huge fat pile/ball of wobbly soft, preferably sweaty, fat. Unable to do anything but be comfortable for the one feeding you, and then of course eat.
Every day all day, adding more calories to you, adding more pounds, more miles of fat.
The four gooey tendrils keep you suspended in the air above me I reach up squeezing and kneading that taught belly. The four tendrils not just holding you up but converging into one and feeding you, this tasty fattening goo. Your belly hanging lower and lower pressing down on me.
CW: Gas
Kneading your huge gut in the restaurant after you discovered you can't get up any more. Not like we can come back, so I just keep kneading as your gut gurgles, and you whine for me to stop drawing more attention until you haze up the entire lobby with one long fart.
Watching your resistence crumble just dangling a hose filled with milkshake in front of you. You could stand with a lot of help, you're not sure if immobility is right for you... But more food, what could a gallon or ten do that years of glutting haven't, right?
Let me be that voice that breaks the hesitation. I'll be the one to make you eat more, agree to triple your goal weight, to laze about and get faaaaaaaaaaaat.
You know you're hungry, you're downright starving, so go eat. Even if you're not sure your pants button can handle it.
It's cute you think there's a choice here.
-Kisses your belly-
You're too fat already I'm going to keep feeding you.
-Looong lick-
And fattening you.
-Squeeze's your sides-
And immobilizing you.
-Wobble wobble-
And there's nothing a big fat blob like you can do to stop me.
-Kiss-
Go ahead, make your arguement let me know why this is all a big mistake why you're not actually a bottomless glutton with a lust for more, I'll give you this one argument.
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"Well I-BWOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRP-"
...
If you're just going to do that then I guess feeding it is.
Cw:Extreme fullness
A full belly as stiff as a ball of solid tungsten. Stretch marks so deep they're like sugar glass. Constant gulping to keep every calorie in while their belly attempts to digest all of that.
Vix laying on that gut telling them what's for lunch in an hour.
The hose strapped to your muzzle keeps you swallowing unable to stop as each deep calorie rich gulp makes your belly spill a little further out. Vix enjoying himself as he kneels in front of your gut letting him press into him, talking to it, complimenting it, encouraging it.
CW: Lewd
Forcefeeding a dragon daily because "I don't want to become a immobile continent of scales and lard!" but as they get bigger the quad has to hump their own belly to get off before Vix wakes up so there's no tell tale signs how getting this fat is making them this horny.
Slowly changing out plates with identical ones, but each plate is actually bigger than the last. Until they're near comical in size, but you'd been keeping up with them and all the extra calories. Once we finally squeeze you in a booth at a restaurant... 1/2
Your belly sits between your massive soft thighs, reaching down to the floor firmly planted on the ground, the sofa creaks under your massive ass. Vix rubbing the top of your food stuffed gut. "Congrats on reaching small by my defintion." he teases pushing a treat in your maw.
Awww what's the matter?
Can't move under your own power anymore?
Gotten too fat to try and escape.
Oh well, you know you never wanted to leave anyway.
You know you're still hungry.
You know you -NEED- to feel fatter
You know you have to have more
So I'll keep stuffing your muzzle
To all the guys with huge fupas (or who want want) let's make it bigger, my goal is even you don't know how deep it is just that somewhere in there is length you're supposed to be proud of but haven't seen in years.
Oh to take the biggest of my gluttonous friends and feed them... And keep feeding them until they realize that a bottomless belly and an equine with a bottomless source of food means immobility oh so quick, and covering a country in the same day.
CW: Slob
Yeah I'm back to my roots, my comfort zone. Fatties that are closer to a landfill. Stains, sweat, grease, belches, immobility, strong pungent smells, mountains of trash.
The good stuff.
Fatter. Bigger. Heavier. Wider. Larger. More more more!!!
Eat away that mobility, a good fatty like you doesn't need to move an inch. Let your feeder take control of everything to bring you to the fattest and deepest pit of gluttony!
Decorating the halls of my dungeon with adventuers who failed to get past my fattening traps, keeping them fed by making huge slimes packed with food. Watching them squeeze past older heros only to fall for a trap, and start swelling with fat until they're just another decoration
So fat that no one who knew you before this weight gaining journey knows what species you really are. Have to embark on a quest for the answers but gaining so much weight so fast for every mile they trek they unkonwnly have 2 more miles to cover.
I cannot overstate my want right now to turn someone into a sea of fat. I'm talking massive not planetary, at least galactic in scale. I want the horizon to be nothing more than stars and fat. I want to measure things in lightyears cubed. Hear a belly growl on par w/ a supernova.
Yeah that's cute & a lot but have you considered more?
Well actually judging by how full and fat you are, I'd say yes.
But have you considered EVEN MORE!?
Oh you're full and you're done?
...
Yeah not on my watch open up fatty we're doing more until there isn't any more.
CW: Healthplay
Your body betrays you, so many pounds, so many feasts, your feeder still doing everything he wants. But you, you need oxygen pumped right into you, so overfed your gut doesn't feel full, your chest so achy. But you're powerless helpless to stop your feeders desire.
Oooooh draaagon.
Come heeeere.
I just want to turn you into a permeant ball of lard, fed all the time, filling the landscale, growing all the time.
Gulping, sweating, gurgling, growing.
-Vix says wandering through the dragon's domain, a hose connected to an infinite feedbag.-
CW: Slob/gas
Want to do the elevator trope? Ya know barely squeezing in, Vix squished against the back as their belly hits all 200 buttons by accident, sweat pooling in the elevator once the doors close, of course the pressure of the confines makes them replace all air with gas.
"I got you just in time." Vix chimes tracing circles on your huge belly around your navel.
"To think, you were less than a year from living an active lifestyle contributing to society."
He wobbles your belly as you gulp from a pitcher of gainer shake. "You're better like this."
Food!
More Food!
Never going without something to snack on.
It doesn't matter if you want to keep eating or not.
You're being fed, you will to consume more!
According to what your feeder says and does.
Your weight will climb.
Your waist will grow.
More food.
More fat.
More.
More!
You're addicted to size aren't you? There is no alternative. You simply have to eat, you have to feel that blubber pile on, you live for breaking the bed then the idea of more and more and more.
Always hungry.
Always wanting to be fed.
Always trying to get that much fatter.
CW: Lewd
Protip: If you want a skinny waistline don't sit on/ride Vix. Because then your belly bloats and presses into his face. Which makes him keep bloating you, which makes you bigger, which makes him keep filling you...
& Then you're bigger than a city block.
Yeah you escaped me and look at you and that metabolism I didn't destroy. You barely put on noticable weight once it all digested. But those deep stretch marks and that stretched belly with a huge hunger. I guess I did leave my mark good luck properly feeding -my- belly you stole
C'mon just a few more bites what's one more pound on your hundred thousand ton frame? It's not like you can work and of this weight off, not like you've got any possible route other than becoming a landmass of fat. Just give into your insatable appetite and eat a few more bites.
It's been half a day you've had that hose in your muzzle half a day of drinking a mix of fat and butter, your belly creaks as it's a huge taught orb, stretch marks becoming canyons. You're too fat to remove the hose yourself and Vix has been too busy making out with your navel.
Wouldn't it be so funny if you ended up a huge useless blob of sweaty blubber, unable to anything yourself. Totally helpless and at the whim and mercy of the feeder who wants you thrice as big? Jiggling trying to move, just a huge warning sign saying "Don't let Vix feed you."
CW: Belching/inflation
The look of concern on your face when you've been burping for five minutes, the soda hose up your rear hasn't slowed, and the "Tummy shaker 200" still is wobbling your carbonation and soda filled gut, making it swell faster than you can expel that gas.
Just where do you think you're going fatty? Outside?! Pfffft yeah right, not on my watch. The only way you're going to be outside again is because you got so fat you demolish this house. Now sit back down I don't want you burning any calories so senselessly.
CW: Extreme slob/Trash
Reminder most dragons can be used as a landfill. If the local dragon is charging every keep and hold a safety tariff he owes them services and this is one of the best ways to protect these cities.
The mood is, arms tied to the bed frame, a funnel in your muzzle, blinders on your face, and a huge 20gal jug of soda, and all the time needed to pour it and stretch out that belly, I want to leave deep stretchmarks on that belly.
CW: Slob, dark, health play
Me:Squeezing your overstuffed gut from behind cramming a greasy saucy burger in your maw.
You: Groans stuffed to 200% a mess and sweating gut gurgling with danger, hand on your tight chest.
Me: "Let me make you a warning to every glutton."
More! Bigger than that; I need truly large incomprehensibly fat! Billowing rolls, taught overstuffed bellies, gurgling from a unfathomably deep gut like an undersea earthquake.
FATTER AND FATTER MAKE A NONILLION TONS LOOK SMALL!
Someone needs to eat, and it needs to be a lot
"I fatten up dragons too much? I suppose there is precedent for a good argument there. However."
The quad dragon's belly suddenly BWOMPHS so large and fat that no paws can touch the ground, gurgling digesting tons of food.
"You're now one of my fat dragons. Welcome to the horde."
Become so fat the world has to adapt to you:
New weather patterns from the heat your radiate and the wind you block.
New jobs in engineering to figure out how to build roads over a soft expanding surface.
New factories devoted to producing food for one single person.
When you have your fatty in a wet t-shirt contest without a single hose (Maybe one filled with gainer shake) all they do is stand up on their own, waddle across the room, & sit on the other barely holding their weight sofa. Now they're soaked with sweat & u can see every roll
Today is the kind of morning where I slip out of the bed without waking my fatty, come back and wake them up with a stick or 4 of butter to their maw. When they're done and about to say good morning pushing a big tub of margarine over their muzzle too. Like a feed bag.
Eat. Glut. Consume.
Devour not out of an insatiable hunger, but out of a pleasant fullness you wish to chase. Eat hedonistically gorge simply because you can. Chase the pleasure of food not the satisfaction of satiation.
Look at that fat gut, aren't you so proud of it? How many calories did you devour to end up this fat? How many more will you shovel into your greedy muzzle to be as fat as I want you?
Will it even be for a feeder or will it just be your gluttonous lack of control?
CW: Extreme slob/weird
I'm feeling 300% extra today. Yes that means I'm going to expect someone to eat an entire landfill, and to be the furnace that turns rot and refuse into doughy sweaty fat. And by consuming all the pollution they themselves become the new landfill forever.
Imagine the look of everyone as you try to do your job, but you're stuffed to 101%, belly lifting your shirt, revealing a red tinge to your overfed gut. Taking a few steps at a time before huffing and puffing, and your huge greedy gut growling loudly for your feeder's attention.