I Lovee When Feedees Get Off On How Much Weight They’ve Gained. Touching Themself While Jiggling And

Pissed at being misgendered, but also feeling strange now that I might have experienced moderate dysphoria for the first time.

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I desperately need to be like 600 pounds heavier right now. I need to shove as many calories as possible into my body as much as possible every hour of the day. I want walking to the kitchen to get more food to make me completely exhausted. I want standing up to get me out of breath. I want to be covered in so much flab that I can never see my own feet again.

I never want it to be enough. I'm never full enough. I'm never heavy enough. I'm never big enough. I just keep eating and growing. Becoming more and more of a helpless pig. Completely addicted to fattening myself up. Unable to even think of doing anything other than taking the next bite, as my feeder savors every inch of lard on my growing body. Doing whatever she likes to me while I continue shoveling more slop into my mouth. Until she eventually decides I've earned the privilege to finally cum, so she digs through all my soft, heavy fat until she finally finds the only hard part of me.

As the pleasure builds and my body jiggles and shakes, I'm reminded of what I've become. I am an immobile blob. I'm only good for stuffing my face like the hog I am. And this mountain of flab that is my body will NEVER stop growing. Not that I'd ever want to. This is what I was always meant to be.

I'll never lose weight again

I'll never stop eating

I'm just gonna keep getting bigger

I need more

I'm such a greedy pig

I'm such horny fatty

Fuck, I'm never going to stand again

I'm about to break this fucking bed too

Holy shit I'm such a fatass

"Oooohhh please make me fatter! I need to keep eating and growing! Oh yes! Please, I need MORE!" I say as I let out a long moan as I finally cum.

I'm tired. But more importantly, I'm hungry. Can I have some more?

are u all bored of watching me play w my tits or do u wanna see it again

"PLEASE!" you begged "I'm to big now I can't reach!" You explained desperately trying to work your hand around your enormous gut, not quite able to reach down to where you so badly craved release.

"Oh my fatty, did it finally happen? Have to finally gotten so fat that you can't even get yourself off anymore? Such a greedy pig" I placed a vibrator wand in your hand "maybe this will help" grin spreading across my face, enjoying watching your struggle.

You turned on the vibrator, first attempting to reach over your belly, but it hung too far down for you to line it up right. Best you could achieve was jiggling your belly hang around.

Groaning with frustration and effort you hefted your belly up higher, snaking the other hand between your belly and thigh. For just the briefest of moments it worked, the vibrator touched down just where you needed. But your belly had gotten to heavy for you to hold up, it fell from your grip crashing down on your hand like a wave, knocking the vibrator from your grip.

"Oh for fuck sake" you panted out in frustration, all you had managed was to make yourself out of breath and hornier than before. Your eyes looked up to me pleading.

I reached between your legs grabbing the vibrator, letting it brush against you slightly as I brought it closer to myself. " You have no idea how much it turns me on that you've gotten so fat!" I say pressing the vibrator against my own pussy. "That you chose food over the ability to get yourself off. That you chose to be massively obese instead of the tiny thin body you used to have." I shuddered slightly as the pleasure built inside me. "If you want my help go get some food fatty, put on a little show for me" I watched you waddle as quickly as your legs could carry you to the kitchen, your entire body wobbling. Entranced by the jiggle of your ass and how the cellulite dimpled with each step. Thinking back on the athletic from you had when we first met, contrasting that with enormous body waddling before me.

Plopping down heavily with a grunt you began tearing into a pile of snacks. Grabbing food with both hands cramming it into your mouth. Chips, brownies cookies all disappearing one after another sometimes a handful of both at the same time. Your fat cheeks bulging with food were streaked with chocolate. The room silent besides the hum of the vibrator and your chewing. You tore open a carton of cream to wash some of your snacks down with. "You're.. such.. a fucking.. pig.. aren't .. you" I gasped orgasm close. You nodded and began to chug the cream, dribbling some down your chins in your haste.

You lowered the carton, burping loudly and jiggling your fat belly at me before bring it back to your lips to finish the rest. As you gulped down the rest of the cream I came hard gasping and shuddering. Your greed and indulgence pushing me over the edge. Taking a moment to catch my breath and enjoy the sight of you finishing your fattening snack, dropping the carton and flopping back with a contented sigh. I crawled between your fat thighs pushing the vibrator into your crotch.

Hearing your breath catch from the stimulation you so badly needed, I smiled leaning down and kissing your belly. Trailing them up from your belly button to your plump tits, sucking on your sensitive nipple for a few moments. Before continuing my trail upwards stopping again to kiss the side of your neck. Then whispering in your ear "imagine how much fatter I'm going to be able to make you now that you can't cum without my help. I'll make you stuff your greedy belly anytime you crave my touch. You're helpless to stop it now aren't you, just completely stuck getting as fat as I want you to be. And I'm gonna make you so.. much... fatter!" With that your orgasm crashed over you, moaning loudly. Body shaking causing your fat to wobble everywhere. Panting and wheezing to catch your breath it was all you could do to huff out a small "thank you!".

I need more people telling me that my only purpose is to be a big, fat, useless food disposal. Just a completely immense hog. Oink oink oink that's me. I'm not done until I'm immobile.

So am I just going to be madly horny every night? Like, I've always been very sexual, but it feels like it's more now. Maybe it's because I decided I'm getting fatter? Dunno.

scientists announce discovery of button that can reprogram my gender to whatever you want. not much is known about this mysterious "prostate", but

I feel like I would want an enabler rather than a feeder.

I eat too much, too often on my own anyway, always grazing looking for snacks and getting seconds and thirds during mealtime.

But what if I had someone who kept all my favorite snacks stocked, cooked my favorite meals (too much of course, and guilt tripping me that they have to throw it out if I don't eat it) and brings me food and high calorie drinks whenever I am at the computer or just in front of the TV.

I need someone who just makes sure I spent all my free time unconsciously eating, not looking for food or wasting time by making it myself.

I am a grazing cow and to think about all the minutes I waste by not eating makes me sad.

I have constant food noise in my head and I need someone to make sure that it's quiet by providing so much food to me at all times that my brain will never have to worry about it again.

Damn ya gut fat. What ya pronouns?

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