A curator of Excess

gainerstories:

I noticed the mobile version of Tumblr doesn’t show tabs for individual stories like the desktop version does, so I decided to make a master post. Fap away!

Fatter Exchange Student

Lifeguard Off Duty

Freshman Fatties

Big Winner

Muffin Tops

Fatspirational

Full House

Formerly Fit

Holiday Heft

Some Twinks Like Twinkies

Bubble Butt

Chubbies

Park Paunch 

Ex-Jock

Dadbod

The Biggest Boss

Mile Wide Club

Winter Weight Gain

Thanksgiving Delight

Bed and Breakfast

Mr. Cook

(via newgainer)

fatlifeshortlife:

Limits.

As a feedee grows and fills with fat, their body responds with a variety of warning signs that they’re putting on weight. Stretched red marks, faster breathing, a labored heart from having to heave the weight around. And for many, they’ll gain until they find a comfortable compromise between their lust for fat and their physical limits. Stopping to appreciate their new plush body, but still clinging to the idea of a regular life.

That isn’t what you’re here for. You aren’t made to worry about what your body is telling you — not made to live a normal life.

You are made to store fat. Your body is a container that will be pushed beyond its limits in the single purpose of holding more wonderful fat. You’ll gorge and glut until your inner voice, that faint sense of self preservation, is smothered beneath layers of grease and pathetic desperation. Skin stretched to bursting, arms and legs crippled and massively outstretched with lard-packed skin. But you know that this is what you’re made for. Why you’re here reading this, and why your mind tells you to surrender everything to someone else so they can pump you full of fat. Because it’s what makes you worth something, what gives you a purpose and value— the amount of fat your body can hold. You’ll be fed until your body hits its limit. And then the world will get to see how massive a person can be made to get.

(via thedeathfeedistshandbook)

redolizar:

‘’I am young, I am in shape and good looking. I can do whatever I want. Mostly with food, cause my metabolism is so high, I always could eat whatever I want in the quantities I want and never had a single consequence. I see no reason to not continue this trend so let’s eat! After all what can go wrong?’’

I said that 50 pounds ago. Turn out that when your growth stop, your metabolism and your needs in energy decrease a lot. I got fat I’m barely recognizable. But have I regret? No! I enjoy every second of eating all that food, it was priceless! I would even say that if adding 50 more pounds of fat into my body is the consequence of continuing eating as I do now, oh heck make it bigger!

overfed-n-overweight:

bigboysarecuter:

maximumfed:

littleextrat:

He’s on top, tiring quickly, as his thrusts become more laboured. His eyes reveal that he won’t make it, but the desire still surges stronly through him as his hips begin to slow. You know he can’t hold himself above you much longer. His weight is pleasurably suffocating you. You couldn’t escape, even if you tried. You wrap your arms around him for purchase, to help him out, but it’s no use. He’s grown too big, too heavy, too fat. And he’s bigger than ever before. You bite your lip in ecstasy, trying to hold on, trying not to erupt too soon. His appetite has finally got the better of him. He’s now succumbed fully to your charms. But it’s the first time he’s completely failed to finish like this. You always knew this day would come - the way he ate. And as you delight at a new milestone reached, he grinds to a standstill above you, his full weight now crushing you, as his fattened body slows to a stop. You kiss him sweetly on the cheek, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you whisper reassuringly in his ear as you stroke his hair. “Don’t worry about it, just roll over for me and I’ll take things from here.” Once freed, you straddle him. It shocks you how wide your thighs now have to part to contain him, when you remember how slim he was when he first met you. After pushing his belly upwards and lowering yourself onto him, you begin to rock your hips gently, feeling your gyrations echoed by his girth. You reach for the full pack of cookies you’ve kept religiously by the bedside for weeks and open it. You take the first and hover it temptingly by his mouth. You quicken your thrusts by way of temptation, as your other hand claws wildly at his softened chest. Unable to resist you, he takes a voracious bite of the fattening treat in your hand. He’s such a glutton. He’s never full, never satisfied, never fat enough, and always wanting more. You smile sweetly, but you can’t resist your darker thoughts. “Well at least you’re still good for something!” you giggle disdainfully, as you move your free hand lower to slap his generously plump belly until it glows. His fattened cheeks flush a deep, dark chrimson. It’s so sweet when he gets embarrassed like this. He knows that you love it, and so does he. But what he doesn’t yet know is that - if you can contain yourself right now - he won’t be allowed his big finish tonight, unless all his cookies are finished too.  

This was… amazing to read

THIS 🥵🤤

(via reluctantloser)

flabboys:

(via queque102)

bigbutterburger:

(via reluctantloser)