One Month, Almost Twenty Pounds Added. I Dont Think Ill Be Working This Off Any Time Soon.

One month, almost twenty pounds added. I don’t think I’ll be working this off any time soon.

Definitely am a pig

Are you a PIG or a COW?

In this community, there is a reductive spectrum that mostly all feedees fall somewhere upon. Pigs and Cows. Some feedees are pigs. Some are cows. Most have a little bit of both.

Cows slowly graze, often mindlessly. These types of feedees willingly let their minds dim as they shut their thoughts off, chewing what's brought in front of them. Cows love having their tits played with and squeezed as they grow, having intrusive thoughts about their boobs being udders. They love having their heads rubbed and being rewarded/praised for how much they're eating. A cow may enjoy being hand-fed by a feeder while having their body rubbed and adored. They love praise and guidance, mentally surrendering by letting someone else do their thinking for them. Cows are more apt to have a breeding or lactation fixation. A cow naturally loves giving oral. Cows are extraordinarily submissive and willing to let the feeder grow them to the size the feeder wants, yet they will more commonly have weight limits. They'd gladly let you put a collar around their neck because they want to let the world know they belong to you. Cows love having a feeder and, more often than not, require having a feeder in their life to help them grow. They are very motivated to please someone else in the pursuit to fatten up.

Pigs get off to gaining weight, often enjoying rapid weight gain. They are more apt to stuff, loving the results that overconsuming can bring to their bodies. Pigs love being teased and humiliated about their weight and love having their growth pointed out. They love being spanked and degraded, called names, and stuffing themselves into outgrown clothes while seeking public humiliation. Pigs are more apt to enjoy eating on all fours, using their hands, or just going face first. They enjoy being funnel-fed by feeders or force-feedings. A pig may not enjoy giving oral, but like all of their fat counterparts, they're good at it. Pigs are a little more rebellious but can become submissive through the right food-related or sex-related incentive. The pigs may not have a weight limit but often have weight goals. Unlike cows, when pigs reach their goal weight, they move the needle to the next goal weight, unable to help themselves from chasing the thrill of gaining. More often than not, pigs get off to seeing the number of the scale going up. A pig doesn't necessarily need a feeder, given they are naturally able and motivated to grow. They are very motivated to please themselves in their pursuit to fatten up.

Feedees, are you a pig or a cow, or something in the middle? Not sure? I'll tell you what you are.

I’ve already gotten so much bigger since that last after photo!

How’s my progress been over the past month? Up 14 pounds already & think I want to try & push myself to 20 pounds by the end of the month!

What a gain! Very impressive. Seems like you’re a very motivated piggy. We love a motivated fat boy around here 😈

Jeans may be slightly different, but otherwise the same outfit from the beginning of August until there’s one week left of September.

I’m really exploding. I can’t wait to see what October has in store for me.

The Fall

I love the fall and gentle acceptance that guys have when they gain. At first it’s exciting and fun, it feels strange. Initially, they still feel restraint but have to remind themselves it’s okay to indulge. As they gain more and more, they have to accept it as their identity. At some point you are big enough for long enough that being a fat dude is part of how people recognize you. Soon you’re just the fat guy, when people refer to you. It still feels foreign. They don’t feel like a different person and yet, their whole person has changed. Even if reluctant, they have to accept that that is who they are now. Not that they mind. And with a feeder, they fall even further. The feeder pushing and encouraging them to accept their place. The less the feedee can do, the more the feeder has to do for them. For the feedee, that may be strange and new. They may still feel the expectation to be productive and useful. It’s strange to be told “it’s okay to be useless” it’s even stranger to be told “I WANT you to be useless.” The mind has to be reminded over and over that this is okay. Pushing past doubt and worry that it will all end at any moment. Just sinking deeper into hedonism and dopamine. It’s a slow acceptance, a slow realization that they truly can let go and just grow. No more expectations of them. No more pressure. No more thinking. No more identity. They become a pig, a fat greedy, horny pig. And the feeder is all too willing to reach through the folds of lard, grab his cock and satisfy the pig once again. The feeder looks to the pig and smiles remembering how far he’s fallen from a normal person all the way down to this. The feeder thinking of the man his pig used to be and begins to feel his own cock straining against his pants as his pigs cum floods his cave of a fat pad. Beautiful.

Let Yourself Go

You know you want to. You know how restrictive diets and society can be. You can feel your body writhing, desperately yearning to grow and grow and swell up like a balloon.You wouldn't ever say it, but you know deep down how envious you are of those fat girls you see walking around every so often. Their big, heavy guts, their double chins. It's intoxicating. You can't help but see your own face on their bodies.

So? Let yourself go.

Let your belly feel the full weight of thousands and thousands of calories of food, soda, and greasy fats. Let it settle in you, molding you in its image. Let your body become a temple to gluttony and greed.Your friends and family may protest. They may reach out to you with "concerns." Don't listen to them. You're just returning to what you know you've always meant to look like. The pounds of weight building on your body, enveloping your muscles, they're just showing how you were always meant to look. After all... you weren't meant to be skinny.

If you were, you wouldn't have to worry about restricting calories. You wouldn't have to worry about exercise. You wouldn't have to worry about feeling guilty about big and heavy and fat you want to be... so don't. Don't worry. Let nature take its course. Stuff yourself to capacity. Eat as much as your little heart desires and watch how it changes you. How you let yourself go.

This is how it was meant to be. Responsibilities, worries. All distractions from food. Food that will make youfatter and fatter. Food that will leave you bloated and overfull.

You'll see how your face slowly buries itself in fat. You'll see how your big, round, fat belly grows and grows. From being flat to being a big, jiggly ball. Your legs will fill out, covered from thigh to toe in excess, big, thick, and heavy.

And the best part? Once you let yourself go, it just keeps going. You'll only grow greedier and fatter. Once you get a taste, once your days of restriction are over, you'll become just like the pig you were always born to be. Your inhibitions will dissappear as you surrender your body to your own insatiable appetite.

Don't listen to lamentations about potential. It's all just chatter! Chatter should mean nothing to you. Don't worry about chatter. Worry about getting fatter.

Someday, you'll wake up in your bed. You'll look over and see two massive breasts, heaving up and down. Behind them, a massive globe of a belly, packed to the brim, massive and chunky. It's so big, so full of fat that you can't see your toes over it. You'll reach your big puffy arms over and try to push yourself up a few times. You'll grab your fingers around the edge of the bed and finally heave yourself up. By now, you'll be sweaty and exhausted from all this exercise, the most excersise you'll get all day. As your big, fat tummy wobbles and shakes and you heavy your XXXL jeans over it and struggle to button, as you suddenly realize how hungry you are and start craving more food to pack your fat body with, you'll think "However did I get here?"

Well, I know:

You Let. Yourself. Go.