Phew. I gorged a lot this week. I’ll take it easy this weekend. *feels hungry* *binges again*

this is set in a current storyline where Gortash loses his left ring finger in a workshop accident (maybe some caught the prosthetic in the latest drawing lol).. Gortash is pent up and desperate and getting into his own head about Cas not having fucked him since it happened💭 #gortcasnsfw #blakeart

after a family size bucket of fried chicken and a 12” chicken pot pie. overhang is feeling grabbable

sure you can get your dick sucked, but have you tried an encourager fucking your fat pad while he plays with your tits?

crazy that I used to have regular kinks, and now I’m an obese gainer that can only get off when I’m stuffed so hard I can barely breathe, imagining hot feeders fucking my swollen gut

it’s chilly outside. why don’t we get cozy and feed me until I’m trapped in my obesity

More cream

the friday after a long week is the perfect day to message me and tell me what a fat fuck I am

me and who?

deeper and wider

I like to think of my meals as “feedings.” Something about it makes me feel like an animal to be fattened, which gets me greedy, grunting, and aching to be stuffed until i can barely move.

I imagine me struggling to roll out of bed. Waves of panic going through me as I keep thinking, “I’m too fat…I’m too fat,” while sweat pours down my face. Then a feeding tube gets shoved in my mouth, sweet liquid calories flood my throat, and I moan and surrender to my belly being pumped full again.

what it looks like when a kink and food addiction shape your body

full of desserts

apparently feet can get fatter too. I swear my dress shoes weren’t always so tight

it’s wedding season. you should be feeding me until this shirt bursts

love this view

the blow up

“Age: 1?” is an insane thing to put on a profile.

so close to 300…

get under

okay, is there a way to not see the constant re-posts that guys do of their own content? because if not… time to do some unfollows.

sending your chubby bf home with leftovers

overdid it at dinner. now laying in bed, breathing hard, rubbing my belly, craving more calories and fat

oink

after two dinners and three desserts

As I get bigger, some things are getting harder to do… and I am *obsessed* with that.

come play with this beach ball

more

Just a gentle reminder of what's happening to you. You're getting fat. On purpose. Because you're a fucking pig.

why aren’t you grabbing my love handles?

I’m on a work trip for the week… which means it’s a week of room service 2nd dinners ❤️

“The gays have so much more fun”

wanting this at least doubled in size

I’m realizing my favorite g/e content is anything where you hear the encourager/feeder telling the gainer how big they are & how much bigger they’re going to get. Incidentally, voice notes are my love/kink language.

make me fatter ❤️

grab the funnel, handsome? I’m getting so much bigger for you

An embarrassing number of my shirts are now too small or too food stained to wear in public. Or maybe I embrace the overstuffed fatboy aesthetic.

I can’t be the only gainer that regularly sits around, shirtless, playing with his fat. It’s not even sexual (okay, it’s a little sexual). But it feels so good rubbing my belly, squeezing my tits, and having my whole body jiggle when I shake my overhang.

when I say “fat is beautiful,” this is what I’m talking about 💞

did 4 hours of cleaning yesterday, so my legs are exhausted from standing. spending today couch bound, eating cheesecake for breakfast

you brought ice cream, right?

pre and post stuffing. bet you could get me to pop a button

I binge eat while you grab my love handles from behind and tell me how much fatter you want me