#immobility

bigfatmargaret:

immobility is hot but also like girls who are barely mobile? girls who struggle to get out of bed, waddling a few steps at a time before needing to pause to catch their breath and pull their shirt out of their rolls, collapsing in a heap on the couch to stuff themselves, watching their belly sag every closer to the ground, not knowing if this will be the last time they can make the journey by themselves? also extremely hot

Breathing heavily just from waddling

pickyfeedee:

My biggest fantasy is gaining weight without even trying and being unable to stop, either because of a feeder or because of my own gluttony and lack of self control.

I want to force myself (or be forced by someone else) to overeat, stuff and gorge myself on far more food than I need, until eventually my body becomes so used to massive portions of fattening foods that I’m unable to stop eating, that a whole tub of ice cream becomes a small and unsatisfying snack that only serves to increase my appetite. I want food to become such an important and vital part of my life that I can’t go for more than an hour without binging and stuffing my face, even if I try. I want to go through the amount of food that would currently last me a whole month, daily. 

I want to look at myself in the mirror every day and see that I’ve visibly put on weight, and know that there is nothing I can possibly do to lose it or even to maintain it, and that I will only get fatter and fatter for the rest of my life until I reach the point of immobility, and that I’m helpless to stop it. Helplessly stuff myself with more and more food every day, speeding the process up and causing myself to need more and more food to feel full. I want to try to diet and be forced to confront the fact that dieting only makes me fatter because I lack the willpower to go for more than a couple days without eating everything in the house in one massive binge.

I’m not particularly athletic now, but I want to feel myself lose what little muscle mass and stamina I have, powerless to stop it from happening. I want to get so winded walking from my couch to the kitchen to get a snack that I have to just sit in the kitchen floor to stuff myself, too tired and weak to stand back up and walk my food to the couch. I want to binge uncontrollably and then pass out surrounded by wrappers and crumbs, without even being able to muster up the energy to drag myself to the bed. I want to get so fat and lazy and out of shape that I can’t walk up the stairs at all, my body would just be too heavy and flabby to lift my weight up them. I want to be so weak that lifting the television remote is a struggle.

I want to get so fat I can’t see my own feet, or even my thighs past my massive hanging belly. Too fat to masturbate, too fat to walk more than ten feet at a time, so fat that my arm flab prevents me from putting my hands together because i just cant reach all the way around my huge gut. So fat that I have to have clothes tailor made for me, because no company makes clothes THAT large. So fat that I have to eat twenty course meals in one sitting to even feel not hungry, and that I have to eat even more in order to feel full. 

I want to be imprisoned by my own gluttony and obesity, unable to do anything about it. 

crazytrains:

I have a feeling this isn’t going to get many notes.

Edit (4/2/17): So this got a ton more notes than I thought it would. I stand corrected af.

xj78:

gordivah:

Reblog this  if you’re a feedee without a feeder….or a feeder without a feedee….

I so want a feeder

Having an in person feeder who takes complete control of my weight is my dream.

submissive-pig:

I hate walking. It wastes precious calories that could’ve become even more fat on my growing body. It wastes time when I could be eating instead.

I hate standing upright. A good pig should be laying on all fours, their face buried in a trough, gorging on their latest meal.

I hate the idea of being “full” after eating. There is no such thing. There is always room for more. Always. A piggy should never stop eating.

I hate exercising. I need my body to be soft and wide, not the opposite.

I hate being able to move around. It’s nothing but a reminder of how I’m not fat enough when I should be hundreds of pounds past that point.

I love eating. Tasting wonderful flavors and filling my belly feels incredible.

I love gorging. Nothing feels more amazing than feeling my stomach stretch as I lose all self control and continue eating, and eating, and eating, never stopping until I physically cannot squeeze another bite in… only to start all over again a few hours later.

I love being lazy. Knowing I’ve done nothing but lay around all day and stuff my face makes me so happy.

I love being fat. I love growing fatter. It means my body is growing softer and sexier. It means I’ve been a good piglet.

I don’t just want to be so fat that I can’t move, I need it. I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything. There is nothing that would make me happier than knowing I’ll never have to walk again, or stand, or exercise, or move. I’ll be physically incapable of doing anything other than the two things I love most: gorging on food and growing endlessly fatter.

Feed me until I’m so fat that I never walk again. I’ll love every minute of it.

A stuffed and oiled piggy after a good stuffing

I love it when I stuff my feedee to the point where he’s temporarily immobile. Just him sitting on the bed, rubbing his taut belly. He tries to get relief by burping, but I then stuff a cookie in his mouth, making sure he’s filled to the brim. Hopefully in a few hundred pounds his immobility will be permanent

WARNING:  This story is intended for mature readers over the age of 18 only.

WARNING:  This one is dark.  This is not going to be for everyone.  Contains themes of: Extreme Obesity & Weight Gain, Excessive Overeating & Feeding, Immobility, Non Consent, Humiliation & Degradation, Piggy, Restraint & Confinement, Horror, Extreme Body Modification, & Sexual References.

Once again, WARNING: dark, turbulent waters ahead, you have been warned.

This relatively short piece was originally intended as my next Appetizer.  However, Appetizers are intended to stimulate and arouse.  I think this offering may elicit a somewhat different reaction from readers.  It was inspired by some brief discussion that took place in a chat room some time ago, and is offered up in the spirit of Halloween.

Synopsis:  An overly zealous feeder offers a novel, but rather drastic proposal to make their piggy’s life easier and less strenuous.

This is not really a story per se, but rather, a feeder’s monologue.

A Little Procedure By The Torture Artist

That’s it piggy . . .

Keep swallowing …

I know it’s a lot, especially on top of all you’ve eaten, but you can take it.  I want you good and full, so I expect you to finish it all … every last drop!  After all, with a capacity like yours, what’s a few more quarts … or so?

Just a bit more to go …

You’re almost done . . .

My, you’ve worked up quite a sweat, haven’t you?  Just breathe, relax and swallow … don’t fight it, let that huge, greedy belly stretch and take it all in.

Here we go now, last few swallows …

Three …

Two …

One …

All done …

Very good piggy!  I knew you could take it all.

I could see you were really struggling to finish those last, couple of quarts, but I know how much my piggy can take, and of course, I do so adore pushing your limits.

You love it too, don’t you piggy?  Being stuffed, stretched and gorged with food, compelled to consume more than you thought possible?  Pushed to eat until you can’t bare to swallow another bite? … Yes, of course you do.

Now just lay your head back, relax and let everything settle, I’m sure you’ll be able to breathe normally again in no time at all.  You know the aching discomfort and nausea comes with the territory, all part of being a greedy, gluttonous piggy, it will subside eventually.

It’s been quite a day hasn’t it?  A very full day of feeding, playing and indulgent pleasures.  I am really quite pleased with how much I was able to pack into you, you’ve eaten sooo much!

I mean, damn, just look at you!  Laying there like a beached, bloated whale, thoroughly incapacitated by your excessive gluttony, so fucking hot.  Those adorable, distressed sounds of your precariously overindulged state, the wheezing, gasping, groaning and squealing . . . such sweet music to my ears.

Yes, I know it hurts a bit.  But it’s necessary to continuously push your limits and increase your capacity, so that you can keep gaining and growing nice and fat for me.  You know the old saying piggy … no pain, no gain.  I wanted today to be special, and make sure that you received a good, thorough stuffing, it’s going to have to last us a while.

Here, let me give you a nice belly rub, that always makes it feel better.

My goodness, you really are full aren’t you? … You’re tight as a drum!  You know how much it turns me on to see you glutted to the limits of your capacity, swollen so big and round, looking like you’re about to burst!  Nothing arouses me more than the sight of a properly glutted pig.

There now, doesn’t that feel better?

While you’re laying there recuperating, digesting and enjoying your belly rub, I want to talk to you about something.  Well, of course I know you can’t talk with the gag and feeding tube stuffed in your mouth, but your input on this isn’t really necessary.  So you just lay there, relax and listen, while I go on massaging your big-ole belly.

You and I both know you’re virtually immobile at this point, you can barely walk anymore, or rather, waddle, to be more accurate.  It’s probably just a matter of a few weeks, or perhaps only mere days, before you can no longer get around on your own at all.  Not that it’s really much of a concern, after all, you have me here to take care of everything for you.  I manage practically all of your needs now as it is.

On the rare occasion that you do attempt to get up and walk, excuse me, I mean waddle, you never make it very far, do you?  The short distance you manage to traverse leaves you sweating, exhausted and out of breath, your massive, lard-pillar legs, aching terribly in the aftermath.  It’s gotten to the point that it’s hardly worth the effort … wouldn’t you agree?

I absolutely adore watching you waddle about, but seriously, it’s become such a struggle for you.  Your legs have become so horrendously fat and ringed with bulging rolls of blubber, you can barely lift your feet off the floor.  Then there’s the insurmountable challenge of trying to push your elephantine legs past one another.

I’m afraid your precious, swaying waddle has become more of a burdensome, wobbling shuffle.  I think we’ve reached the point of diminishing returns. Besides, where are you really going to go anyway?  You have everything you need right here, and whatever you don’t have, I always get for you.

Then there’s your arms, which have become equally cumbersome.  They have grown so laden with fat, you can barely lift them, when you do, you can only manage to keep them raised for a short time.  Of course, when I say raise, I mean you sort of flop your ham-like forearms around a bit, those pillowsack sized upper arms of yours don’t really move, they just lay and undulate atop your billowing side fat.

You can’t actually reach anything with your pudgy, little hands anymore.  Between your massive girth and bloated, conical arms, your belly has become far too vast for you to even reach around.  You haven’t been able to touch your own belly button in ages, barely managing now to stretch your plump, little, sausage fingers any further than your distended sides.  Leaving you to rely upon me for belly rubs and any other attentions your belly requires.

Your udders have become so enormous and elongated, you can no longer reach your own teats.  And when your arms get pinned beneath those whopping, blubber filled milk bags, well then, forget it!  Your arms are rendered useless as can be.

Be honest piggy, It’s become such a struggle to get your hands up to your own face, that feeding yourself has become completely impractical.  Even when you can manage to get something into your mouth, you can’t sustain feeding yourself for very long, so I have to step in and take over. Which I am more than happy to do of course, there’s nothing I enjoy more than feeding my greedy, little piggy.  Besides, You love it when I feed you, don’t you piggy?

As far as pleasuring yourself, well, you haven’t been able to do that in a very long time. Even if you could reach, getting past all the bulging rolls of fat that have accumulated down there is a chore in itself.  It’s a major undertaking just for me to fight my way in there.  Yet another desperate need for which you rely entirely upon me.  Once again, an attention and service that I am more than happy to provide.  I just want to see my precious, little piggy, fat, happy and satisfied in every way.

Why the mournful, sullen look piggy?  I’m simply stating the facts, there’s no point in denying them.  You have nothing to be ashamed of, you’re fucking fat, quite enormous in fact.  You are a gluttonous, greedy pig, and I adore you for it, but it was inevitable that certain things would become more difficult, and even impossible as you continued to balloon.

Therefore, I have made a decision, I’m going to have you undergo a little procedure.

Oh, don’t look so nervous, it’s truly a novel idea and quite practical, you’ll see.

My dear piggy, you’ve become so enormously fat, that your arms and legs have become essentially useless.  Your heart and lungs have to work so hard just to keep pumping blood and oxygen to your bloated, worthless limbs, that it places an unnecessary strain upon you.

Trying to strap you into the harness and lift you with the hoist, so I can clean you, change your linens, or tend to your catheter and waste tube has become cumbersome, tedious and increasingly difficult.  Special rigging is required just to deal with your, overblown and now, impractical limbs.  So much trouble and effort just to deal with dead weight that you can no longer use.  Not to mention the hassle involved when I want to fuck you.

So I’ve decided to have your arms and legs removed … amputated.

You’re trembling! . . . Yes, it is quite a dramatic and exciting proposition, but I’m sure you must agree, very practical.

Now-now, there’s no point in struggling against your bonds, trying to convince me that you can still use your limbs, it’s a futile display.  Seriously, how long can you keep that up before you completely exhaust yourself . . . a few minutes at best?

What are you going to do, prove that you can still get up and walk? … Highly unlikely. As stuffed as you are, you’re as helpless as a turtle on it’s back. Even if you weren’t restrained, and let’s just suppose you could manage to hoist your fat ass up, how far would you get, really?

I think you’re going to find that there will be many advantages to no longer having limbs. Strapping you into a harness to lift and move you is going to be so much easier.  I’m going to be able to roll you around into practically any position I desire and have complete, unobstructed access to all of your orifices.  Fucking you is going to be far more enjoyable and trouble free without having to fight my way between those enormous, blubbery, tree trunk thighs of yours.

Oh, silly piggy, you know I can’t understand you with the feeding tube strapped in your mouth.  It’s nothing but a garble of unintelligible squeals and grunts.  Now stop struggling and just relax, there’s no point in getting yourself all worked up, or wearing yourself out unnecessarily.  This is going to happen, all the arrangements have been made.

Your arms and legs account for more than thirty-seven percent of your total body mass. With them no longer a factor, your heart, lungs and other organs will be able to focus their efforts on supporting and sustaining more vital portions of your body.  Imagine, instead of your body having to process all that food just to fill your useless limbs with fat, now all those excessive calories will go directly to more desirable and esthetically pleasing portions of your body.  You’re going to fatten up tremendously, essentially becoming a belly, udders, and ass with a head, an ever-expanding ball of beautiful blubber, with all of your sexiest attributes intact.

Yes, you will become completely dependent upon me for everything.  But, let’s face facts, that’s practically the case now, isn’t it piggy?

Now, let’s talk about what’s going to happen.  Although a bit of pain and suffering is sometimes necessary for the sake of progress.  You know I hate to see you suffer unnecessarily.  So, I am going to keep you sedated for the next six to eight weeks while you heal.

Your limbs will be surgically removed, leaving a bit of tissue and fat around each of your sockets, which will be formed into attractive, little, puckered orifices.  Something we’ll be able to have a bit of fun with.

I will admit, I’m kind of going to miss you’re cute, pudgy, little sausage fingers and your plump, ham hock feet with their porky, little toes.  But perhaps I will have them preserved and mounted, as a keepsake to mount on the wall.  Or maybe I will preserve them in jars to keep over here on the table … after all, they do pickle pigs feet right?

While you’re sedated and unable to feel any pain or discomfort, I thought I would take advantage of the opportunity and do some intensive stretching and expansion of your stomach and lower GI tract, to increase your capacity.

After all, why not take full advantage of your new, modified body and it’s refocused fat accumulation by increasing your ability to consume.  Imagine piggy, being gorged with more than twice the amount of food you are currently able to take.  You’re going to blow up like a fucking parade balloon.

But don’t worry, I won’t do any serious feeding and fattening until you regain consciousness.  I want us to be able to enjoy your copious consumption and out of control weight gain together.

Gorging you full of food just wouldn’t be the same when you’re unconscious.  I enjoy watching you squirm, feeling you tremble, seeing the growing fear and concern in your eyes as I push more and more down your greedy throat. It would lack much of the enjoyment if I couldn’t hear your wheezing gasps for breath, or your whimpering groans and squeals of distress.

Tears of joy piggy? . . . Yes, the prospects are exciting to be sure, and perhaps a bit overwhelming, but it’s going to be wonderful … you’ll see.

You are going to awaken a completely transformed piggy, redesigned and improved for the sole purpose of consuming massive quantities of food, and growing unimaginably fat.  Your life is going to be simplified, leaving you unconstrained and completely liberated of the burdens and worries of an ordinary, mundane life.  Free to focus entirely upon gorging and indulging in limitless pleasures.  An immobile receptacle dedicated to the boundless pursuit, gratification and burgeoning consequences of excessive overindulgence.

Oh, and don’t worry yourself over the sudden, drastic weight loss.  With the dramatically increased capacity you’re going to have, you’ll pile those pounds back on in the form of fresh, new belly, ass and udder fat in no time at all.

Ah, I see the sedatives that I put in your special shake are starting to work.  I will see you in six to eight weeks my precious, little piggy.  Well, for me it will be many, long weeks, for you, it will be like you did nothing more than fall asleep and wake up the next day.

Even though I will see you every day, I will miss being able to feed and play with you.  At least I can look forward to the satisfaction of conducting your stretching and expansion.  We’re going to have so much fun together when you wake up.  I can hardly wait until my next opportunity to stuff you to the brink.

Nighty-night piggy.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story, I hope you enjoyed it.  I also hope it made you a bit uncomfortable, in a fun and entertaining way.  All in the spirit of Halloween.

Constructive comments are welcome on this, or any of my writings.  Although I do receive a fair number of likes and an occasional re-post / re-blog, I don’t receive much in the way of feedback.  I would enjoy hearing what people think.

100 years later and I am back from the dead

1k Followers: The Unhealthy Games, IDEAS NEEDED

So having recently hit 1k followers, I want to do something to celebrate, and get as many people as possible who follow me to take part in what I’m calling the Unhealthy Games.

Basically the idea is I want to have a competition where there are a series of events that will take place over the span of a month, that will involve participants competing against each other in events such as who can put on the most weight in a month, who can drink the most alcohol in a month, most cigarettes smoked in a day, etc.

But here’s where I need some help, we are going to need more events than those listed above so I’m opening it up to you all for suggestions, the more depraved and fucked up the better, but they must revolve around feedism, intox, slob, deathfeedism, and general unhealth.

In addition I’m also opening it up to you all for prize suggestions as well.

Here are two calculators that you can use to see exactly how unhealthy you have made yourself.

https://www.worldfitnesslevel.org/#/

This one tells gives you, your fitness age and score

https://qrisk.org/three/

This one tells you, your chance of having a heart attack in the next 10 years, the weight limits out at 180kg(396lbs) which sucks though

Ask me your gaining / deathfeedism questions!!

It can be about anything related to gaining and or deathfeedism, including but not limited to things like;

•How to manage health conditions

•Maximising your gains

•How to use health conditions to your advantage

•The realities of gaining

•How to become more unhealthy

•How to get specific health conditions

Search my page for  “#gaining tips” for the other entries.

Medications and Weight Gain

So as I mentioned in my 4th guide post, there are diabetes medications that can cause serious weight gain, but what if I told you there are other medications that could also cause you to gain weight and some of them can be pretty “safely” taken without having the associated condition(s).

For the most part this guide won’t be as useful to Amercians, becuase you guys have to pay for your meds, but for those of you who live in a sensible counrty, you might want to consider starting some of these.

Diabetes Meds:

As I said in my previoud guide most diabetes meds with the exception of metformin (Glucophage) will casue weight gain, and the best part is that unlike some of the other meds mentioned later on, diabetes meds are guaranteed to casue weight gain, because thats just how they work and ontop of that they also casue the most weight gain out of the other drugs mentioned as well.

Becasue I’ve already got a whole post about this one I’m not going to elaborate further, instead just read that post.

Search “#gaining tips” for the other entries.

Stress, Cortisol and Weight Gain

So I’m going to say right off the bat, that this part of the guide probably won’t be for everyone, but rather only the truest most dedicated feedees who want every little bit of help packing on the pounds as possible with zero regard for the consequences.

The reason for this is, if you do follow these tips, you will feel like shit there is no way around it and the amount of benefit weight wise isn’t that great for what it “costs” so to say.

But anyway lets get started.

Cortisol is another hormone but this one is related to stress and what your body actually does with the food once it is eaten.

Basically the more stressed your body is the more Cortisol your body will produce. And when Cortisol is high your body will store more food as fat. High Cortisol levels are also the only way to change where fat is stored on the body, having high Cortisol will cause new weight gained to mostly go to your lower belly, back  and pubic region, but it is in no way going to completely change the distribution of your fat, it will be a slight change if anything.

There are a few ways to increase cortisol;

Increase the temperature in your house ideally to above 35°C (95°F) as this increases Cortisol and stops your body from breaking down stored fat, this also has an obvious benefit for those of you into slob.

Sleep less, much less, the less the better, ideally less than 5 hours each night. In addition to this drink lots of caffeine right before sleeping, and use your phone or computer with the brightness at full right before sleeping as these both reduce the quality of your sleep increasing cortisol.

Don’t worry about feeling tired after a few weeks your body will adjust, and if it doesn’t, well that just gives you an excuse to drink more caffeine.

Another thing to consider is eating your largest meal right before you go to sleep because you won’t burn any calories sleeping.

Do as little exercise as possible, and I really mean that, even small things like parking as close to shops as possible and then using mobility scooters really help. This helps because exercise reduces your stress levels, so therefore not doing any will increase them, it also massively helps with you in developing diabtetes.

Try to drink as little water as possible, ideally one or less glass of water each day, any other time you feel thirsty, drink fizzy juice for example cola. This has 2 benefits, one it increases Cortisol and two it also causes your body to retain water as water weight.

Stay indoors as much as possible and avoid direct sunlight as this causes higher Cortisol levels.

Pros:

• Increases weight gain
• Can seriously increase your chance of lots of health issues, such as; High blood pressure, diabetes, heart palpitations and arrhythmia, heart attacks, strokes, death and more
  
• If you’re a masochist you might be into the fact that you will feel like shit 24/7

Don’t worry that your blood pressure is through the roof, don’t worry that even trying to move hurts every joint in your body, don’t worry that your diabetes is becoming rapidly uncontrollable, don’t worry about now having to sleep with a CPAP on, don’t even worry about the massive chest pains you get even at the slightest exertion.

These are all good things, achievements even, each one marks one step closser to reaching the ultimate end goal for pigs like you, that is to show the greatest devotion to hedonism and gluttony and eat your self to an early grave.

Don’t worry that you won’t see your 30th birthday, it was never ment to be for you, you were only ever supposed to be a receptacle for food, so don’t worry about it and have your 3rd dinner instead.

xfatqueenx-deactivated20220225:

exhausted, I could no longer walk to get home ‍

Oh poor piggy, can’t even do the simple task of walking without getting out of breath.

But don’t worry about it, you just sit down relax and stuff your face, I’m sure that will make you feel better.

xfatqueenx-deactivated20220225:

obesity has made me beautiful.

(yes I sit on two chairs)

The best part about obesity based beauty is that as you get fatter, you also become more beautiful with each pound, only stopping when your heart does.

Search “#gaining tips” for the other entries.

The Pavlovian Effect

Listen up hedonists, this one’s for you.

Did you know there are some lucky feedees out there that can actually turn themselves on and almost masturbate just by eating. These exceptionally lucky piggies brains are simply just wired differently, in such a way that their brains simply can’t tell the difference between eating and masturbating, as far as their brain is concerned they are one and the same thing.

For those of you not lucky enough to naturally experience this, don’t worry because it’s actually pretty easy to rewire your brain to experience this too, and the best bit is that it’s a lot of fun as well.

So you may be wondering how to actually go about rewiring your brain at this point, well don’t worry I’m going to tell you right now.

Step 1: Anytime you eat, you must also masturbate, and anytime you want to masturbate you must be eating at the same time.

Step 2: Keep doing it, thats it really, how long you will have to keep doing it depends on you each person is different but generally after a month of doing this most people’s brains will now just associate eating and masturbating as the same thing, meaning that if you now stop masturbating while eating, you should get the same pleasure you felt from it as before.

A word of warning though, once you have achieved this it can be pretty hard to separate the two again. This means that no matter where or when you are, if you are eating it’s going to feel like you are masturbating, so don’t come crying to me because it’s now really awkward to eat in front of normies.

Also because you are a feedee it stands to reason that your going to be eating a lot and very often, this means your going to be horny basically all the time, this can lead to addiction food addiction extremely quickly, for some of you this is simply a dream come true but if your not into that it’s best to avoid this.

toogrotesque:

Wonder when I’m going to get diabetes tbh.

Don’t lie to your self, we all know it is an inevitability, you’re destined for diabetes.