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guys i love you! Thank you very much for buying my latest videos, with that I bought a lot of sushi, in quantity and as some know it is my favorite food in the world. I am very happy to have your support. there are some guys I've known for years, others new ones are arriving so everyone is welcome and thanks for helping me grow. my favorite feeders 🤗 

How much has my life changed since I learned about feederism? really a lot! Now I have a great adventure with my body, the change has been enormous and the experiences have been gastronomic (fascinating) and of people. Meeting people who love to feed and be fed every day is magical and even more so when they are so similar to you. I love being part of this and thanks to you I have super support to keep going.
this is all my trayectory and change about my body and me.🐽💜

It was my choice to stuff myself.  It didn't just happen by accident.  I didn't drink too much, or get carried away at a party. I didn't get so excited and turned on that I lost track. I chose to eat, and to keep eating. I got in my car and spent a day and a half finding food to stuff into my belly.
I did that.
And I took it seriously too. I pushed myself to eat more than I should. More than two people should. And even more still. I binged. Overindulged. Pigged out. Was gluttonous. All of that, and so much more.
My goal? If I had one, was to eat away my feelings of disgust and disappointment.  Did it work? Of course not. Was it fun? Exciting? A turn on? Hell yes! Should I have done it? Nope. Am I disappointed that I spent $180 fattening myself up until I could get no bigger. Yes indeed. But I would do it again.  Not soon. But I would.
Because it was amazing.
My body swelled up until my clothes became too tight. It was uncomfortable and yet somehow perfect. Hour after hour, meal after meal, my body struggling against zippers and buttons. I got full, waited a bit, got full again, took some time, and stuffed myself again. How many times? I'm not sure.  Let's see. Hmmmm. Maybe eight times in 36 hours. Maybe. 
It was ridiculous. It was way too much. It was AMAZING. 
In the end what did I prove? Nothing? Maybe. That I am fat and gluttonous and lack control? Sure. That the sexual arousal of my fetish can overcome the limitations of my body? Yeah. That when in the mood I can eat enough for several people? Definitely.  That I can eat more food than I can afford to buy? Yup.
I can't even begin to explain how it felt while I was doing it, how it felt when I was finally done. Bloated, swollen, stretched, huge. All good words. There was pain, burping, farting, and trips to the bathroom.  My hands and feet were swollen, my belly hard and distended. My clothes were uncomfortable, my bra hurt it was so tight around me, my gut pushed against my jeans threatening to burst out, my tshirt stretching over every growing bulge.
I was a massive pig. As big as a cow, a whale, a house. Yup. I looked pregnant. With twins. Sure, if I wasn't so old. I waddled, grunted, groaned. I staggered, off balance and clumsy. My breathing was heavy. My giant hard belly swaying side to side when I walked and laying heavy in my lap when seated.
When finally done and home, and out of the restrictive clothing, everything was free to spill out and expand to it's full glory. I stared in disbelief at myself.  Was that really me? Was that really the size of my belly?  I stood as long as I could in front of the mirror.  Eventually collapsing in defeat on the sofa. Unable to do anything more than caress my aching belly with love, lust, and twisted admiration. 
I did this to myself. I did.
And here I am, 12 hours after the last bite passed my lips. Still swollen, still hard, still uncomfortable.  Still big. Is big the right word? Huge. Massive. Giant. Enormous.  Immense. Colossal. Mammoth. Monstrous. Fat.
Yes. Fat. FATTER! Yes. Fatter.
Now that it's over there comes the regret and self loathing. But mixed with lingering sexual arousal it's confusing.  Thoughts of how to hide it dance around in my head with cravings for someone to witness it. Admire it.  Desire it. Touch it. Talk about it. 
I'm starting to feel the first signs of hunger again. I'm not sure when I'll give in to it. But I know it will be small amounts of food today. Maybe tomorrow. Something cleansing. Something to help the bloating, the gas, the exorbitant amount of waste that will sit in my intestines for another 36 hours. It took that long to fill, funny that it will take as long to empty it. 
What goes in...you know.
Maybe, some of this will turn to actual fat. Will stay. Making me bigger than before I started. Maybe. Probably. That wasn't my intention.  I wasn't trying to gain. Just to stuff myself. To be full, more full than ever before. And I did. I was. 
It was awesome. It was work. Was it hard? Not really. No, no it wasn't hard. It was actually easy. Too easy. EASY. And honestly...that's  a bit scary. 
 
 
 

I had a substitute teacher in 4th grade who was a nice, busty, fat apple shape, and very strict. I found out she had a boyfriend, and imagined no woman that confident would date anyone who didn’t like her fat. Then I thought, if he likes her fat, maybe he wants her fatter.
At this point, I had already thought many times when being denied treats or seconds “Or I’d get fat” that I couldn’t wait to be a grown up, so I could get as fat as I wanted. I thought maybe she wanted it too and had found someone who liked it, and helped.
I started drawing cartoons of her and him together, her eating on the couch with a massive gut hanging between her legs, him coming in with more pizza and chips and milkshakes for her. No joke, I drew a feeding machine. 
This was in the mid nineties and we didn’t have internet or a computer, so there was no way I could know I wasn’t completely alone. I came up with most of the components to common f.e.e.d.i.s.t fantasies in a complete vacuum, which I can’t explain except to say I am born wired this way. These fantasies about my teacher and her partner sparked my sexual awakening. I started padding my clothes to get excited and get off. I fantasized about famous beautiful women I admired getting fat at the hands of partners. 
I made a promise to myself that I would never, ever tell anyone what I had to think of to push myself over the edge, because I thought I must be broken somehow, but maybe I could just keep it a secret forever and attribute the closed eyes to being lost in the moment. 
I grew curvier and curvier, and got exposed to more and more messaging about how I was too fat and the wrong shape. I worked out and dieted to get family off my back for being, in retrospect, a perfectly healthy weight. 
I did this partially to try to balance out my stuffings. I always loved to eat, but living at home, I rarely had the chance to really go crazy without someone at least noticing food missing, so aside from a few times when I snuck some groceries home, I didn’t get to ever experience the fullness I craved. When I moved out on my own, and had access to late night city food, I had my first real stuffing. I ordered 2 double cheeseburgers, double fries, and a large soda on my way home from a pub, and devoured it like it was nothing. I then went out to the corner market open late and bought a loaf of bread and herbed cream cheese, and finished the whole thing in my dorm room. I felt shame, I was already gaining the freshman 15, but I felt compelled to eat all of it, and afterwords I felt so, so good physically. Heavy. Stuffed. Glutted. I got off and passed out. 
I started boxing training 4 or 5 days a week, 2 hours a day, to offset the food when I changed schools, which was lots of fun, actually, I enjoy physical activity and being strong. It also allowed me to have massive ice cream binges at least once a week without gaining too much weight. 
At this point I had discovered online f.e.e.d.i.s.t communities and knew I wasn’t alone, but I was reticent to try gaining, due to social pressure mostly, and also because I didn’t have a partner to play with. 
I still filmed myself before and after stuffings though. I loved the contrast. I loved the overwhelmed bloating and belching. I deleted all the videos as soon as I was “done” with them, because I didn’t want anyone to find them ever ever. In retrospect I was creating amazing content that I should have been proud of, but these things take time. 
I made a couple friends in the community, one of whom I am still very close with. I met a friend who casually mentioned that she used to be a feedee model,  and was still a feedee and sometimes gainer. We hung out one day and she gave me a huge meal and let me enjoy it and just be open  about the pleasure I felt. She talked frankly about the benefits and detriments of gaining to over 400 lbs, which she had done, but by this time had lost weight and was closer to 275. Society likes to play things like once you get fat, it’s over, and your life will never be the same. In some ways, that’s true, your skin will not shrink back past a certain size, and once you’ve gained enough to make moving less comfortable, you will struggle to go back to some intense workouts. That said, taking care of yourself and making regular choices when you’re not engaged in play (stuffing for sexual gratification) is not actually that difficult. I found it much more difficult when I was in a constant state of self denial, because it was always “I’ll do this once more, then never again”. 
I do still like to plan for a stuffing. Give myself time to chose everything I want to eat, plan the menu, pick an outfit that will turn me on to try before, during, and after. Now that I’m gaining, I get the pleasure of feeling my fat move, swell, and bounce on top of the massive binge, feel how the texture changes as I fill my gut. 
I’m born this way, I love being this way, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. #feedeeforlife 

🐽♥️HELLO MY CURVAGE FAMILY♥️🐽
It's a real honor to be here, dedicating you some words... I've been a curvage model for three years, but you know me from a looong, long time ago ((or maybe not! in that case HELLO, I'M LAURA FATTY AND THANKS FOR READING THIS)) Do you remember the first picture that my feeder share with you??? I was a just a chubby girl... your cheers, your happiness, your good wishes to him... to US! and your encouragement, truly motivate us to keep sharing my gain with you  and obviously to keep gaining. 
Now we are a happy feeder and feedee married couple, always exited to keep sharing with you my progress, to create hot and delicious content for you, and much more important, enjoy our feederism life!
We have some new projects cooking for you, a lot of collaborations with hot chics, improvement of quality production... 2022 is going to be L E G E N D A R Y!!
This blog entry is to tell you THANK YOU!... for being part of this community, for all the support you gave us, and all the encourage you always show me, for real my gain is also your gain...THANK YOU!!
Happy Holidays! ✨

so, with another month of quarantine, feeder and i realized it was time to stop playing games. i want to get bigger. and this is the perfect time to do it. 
Mochii Babii was a big inspiration for me (how could she not be that shit was fucking amazing) and i will never be able to top what she did, nor am i trying to!  BUT, i’m going to take these next 2+ weeks and push myself past this fucking plateau of 200/205 i’ve been stuck in for awhile now. i am going to do absolutely nothing but be fed and sleep. i am going to be at my most laziest and i’m taking you on this journey with me. i’m going to be making new content daily so you can watch me grow. because trust me baby, we gonna make this belly grow 😈  i want you to really be apart of this. so i’m going to be making constant content. well both be full and satisfied 24/7 🤤 this means more videos for you to buy and more free photo sets & videos. 
to start off, tonight ill be chugging beers and doing a lil fat chat & q and a video. 🤗 and talk about my goals and such.. all purchases of this video will go to takeout these next weeks! it’s going to be fun. i’m so excited to do this. let’s see how far we can push me. i want to get bigger for you. and i have nothing else to do but lay around now, i have local restaurants to support.. i’m doing my duty as a good pig. 🐽💓
 
pictures are attached so we can take note of what i look like now. feel free to leave any ideas for content over the next two weeks, or anything you wanna hear this drunk lil piggie talk about tonight.
are you as excited as i am? 
 

Hello everybody! I'm Teacup <3.
I'm new here, and looking at my photos you'd never guess that two years ago I was 105 pounds. My new weight gain plans have taken me all the way to 170! I've loved every minute of gaining every pound these two years, and the freedom I feel being able to stuff myself whenever I like, is the best! Now my goal is to get to 200... would you like to watch?

Hi! I've decided to try and post on the blog once a week, but I'd like some ideas on what I should say, if anyone has a suggestion.
Today, I guess I'll share a bit more about my weight gain story so far. I've tried things from shakes made of heavy cream and mangoes to just eating a doughnut every morning. It's been a lot of fun! Another interesting thing I've tried is bloating. I like to see kinda what it'd be like to get the next bit fatter, as motivation, I suppose. Coke and baking soda, that's how I do it! But baking soda is ickkk.
I remember when I began to outgrow my jeans, too. I'd tug them on and think nothing of it (I went from size zero to 13), but at the end of the day they hurt, and I noticed that they were super tight, and my stomach was spilling over the waistband. Despite the pain, it was a satisfying discovery.
Well, I guess that's all for now. Bye!

hey guys!!
ive been trying to figure out how to post to my blog... i finally hit enough buttons and figured it out 😁
so, i’ve been super discouraged lately because i’ve been stuck at 190 FOREVER!!! i thought after vacation i’d be 200 pounds for sure. but i’m not 🙄 i guess i’m not pushing myself enough which also makes me sad because i try so hard, ya know? i loveee to eat so even if i don’t put on pounds i’m enjoying myself but i wanna see some results! i even had some marks on me the other day that i thought were stretch marks, and now they’re gone!! so i guess that’s not what they were.
im trying to get over this hump. wish me luck and send me some fat vibes, lol.
 
is there anything you’d like answered in another blog post? or anything you want me to talk about? let me know boo, i’m here for you 😘
🐽♥️

Hello All!! 
So im really enjoying being a Feedee... I get to eat all these amazing big meals. I don’t count calories my amazing boyfriend/ Feeder gives me bites and I feel no guilt! I crave snacks and I get them! Grocery shopping has become a weekly thing as I cook so much! Well because I’m eating so much! My body is growing .... so very much! 
With the growing I am doing I am very surprised that I don’t have so many new stretch marks. Stretch marks was one thing I was fearful of ... once I started gaining. I am happy to say that I’ve kept my skin moisturized and not only do I have less stretch marks than I thought I’d have but I’m also SUPER SOFT AND GLOWING! I am so lucky that my feeder loves to rub and massage my belly once I’m stuffed! ( good idea for a video right?) 
Growing means gaining ... gaining means growing. I know that I’m growing but my clothes aren’t growing with me. So ... some of my outfits are a little tighter, some of my undies don’t fit the same.  I’m very excited about this as it shows in my clothes how much I’ve gained. I’ve probably gone up two dress sizes ... my breast explode out of my bras and my feeder is loving this! I may have to go shopping for some new outfits or I might just enjoy rocking my new round curves in tight fitting outfits. 
Im excited to grow and I’m ready to have fuller bigger breasts!!! I can’t wait to go shopping once nothing really fits! 
Xoxo Curvy Cannabis Cat 
 
 
 

Hello, everyone. Today I would like to talk to you about my health condition. As you may have noticed, I weigh 200lbs and I do not succeed in gaining weight.
The reason is very simple. I suffer from a very serious food allergy. It's called LTP Syndrome, and it includes an infinite variety of foods. I am allergic to peaches, peanuts and all nuts. But this molecule, LTP, is present in many foods, such as vegetables, flours, so I often feel very very sick. When I shoot a food stuffing video, I keep the antihistamine and cortisone out of the picture, so that I can take them if they start to get sick. 
It's a terrible reality, especially for a girl like me who loves to eat. In the hospital I met many girls in my condition and they were all underweight... I am an exception, because I continue to eat and get sick. That's why I'm overweight, but I can't earn more. Or rather, I can't risk it. When I eat too much risky food.. my body reacts by ejecting it. If you know what I mean. I may have an anaphylactic shock sooner or later. I think it's only fair that you know this about me. If I avoid making certain videos too often or if I can't fulfill your wishes often... it's for this reason. 
I will continue to do my best to offer you quality videos, I hope I still have your support and love ❤️