The F Plus - 301: Stuffed Full Of Fantasy

Episode Date: March 22, 2019

A previous subject from nearly a decade ago, the website of Fantasy Feeder is still committed to its cause: Encouraging people to overeat to an absurd degree so that other people can get boners. This week, Zboatzboat!

Some men deserve belly slaps. Yes, we do. Play mine like a kettle drum. How about you? If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake. Baked a cake. Baked a cake. If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake. Hotcha-doo, hotcha-doo, hotcha-doo. Hey, this is the F Plus podcast. Terrible things run with enthusiasm. In the room tonight we have Boots Ringer. Wanted to gain weight but still struggling.

I wish I could but dairy doesn't do well with me, unfortunately. Jimmy Franks. Peanut butter I've heard has as many calories as ice cream. I could, but dairy doesn't do well with me, unfortunately. Jimmy Franks? Peanut butter I've heard has as many calories as ice cream. I'm eating right now, keeps a belly nice and big. Frank West? Is the diaper to make your butt look bigger? Achilles Heelys?

Time for my tube feeding. And lemon. I want to buy someone's burgers and watch them eat on Skype naked. The more burgers, the more money. Zaboot, zaboot. Zaboot, zaboot. Hey, F+. Hi, Lemon. Hey, Lemon. Hey, Lemon.

Oh, Achilles, are you all right? I'm just, I'm sorry. I had a really big dinner right before we started. Oh, yeah? I'm just not feeling too good. Oh, that's great. Hey, Achilles, seeing as how you've had a big dinner, and you've been feeling real stuffed,

how would you like it if you just ate a bunch more crap? That doesn't sound very good. I'm already pretty uncomfortable. Oh, yeah. That's what I like to hear. That sounds great. F+, I want to take you back to a place that we were in. Boots, when was the last time we were here?

It was 293 episodes ago. Oh, wow. Jesus, God, fuck world. Was I alive yet? Old shitty fucking people. Welcome to the last episode, folks. Yeah, I don't think you were alive back then, Achilles. So sometime back in like 2009, 10?

Okay. So sometime back in 2009, we were on a site called Fantasy Feeder. Fantasy Feeder describes itself as a fat positive community, which does not adequately describe it. But it certainly is one way to describe it. It is a place for fat fetishists, and this is a community that's ostensibly built around body positivity, but what actually happens is the fetish of wanting people to overeat for horny reasons. So I think we're going to have a good time. The most, the noblest of reasons.

Yes. The horniest ones. I've always just been doing it because I have poor portion control, but sure. Yeah, no, these are my horniest feelings. So we're going to dig into something here out of the stories. This is from the feeding stories of Fantasy Feeder document given to us

by Amelia Blank, and thank you very much, Amelia Blank, for this. But yeah, so we're going to start off with some feeding stories from Fantasy Feeder. And Boots, you just have a few thoughts you want to share, right? Yeah, I've got a few thoughts. Oh, just a few thoughts. Okay, great.

My name is Unknown, because this site has had a redesign, so many of these links don't work anymore. Yeah, but it's a fun thing. They've got the Facebook F, but then there's a cupcake next to it. That's good. Yeah, my name is probably, I don't know, Fat Blobby Bill.

That'll work. Let's just make one up. I have a few thoughts. I wish everyone could see me right now I look like butter creamy folds and silk and flesh is one I lean to the side to accentuate what I see in the reflection tighter firmer fatness now bound on my strong feminine body oh yeah fat polyville yeah feminine body i laugh a little when i realize i can't see my knickers oh you're british they are nestled deep between my thighs hiding under my huge heavy stomach it's an inside joke you'd have to be there i inside my It's an inside joke. You'd have to be there. It's an inside my flabs of fat joke.

It's a private joke between me and my fupa. I can feel the weight of that stomach sitting on my thighs, bearing down due to my upright position. A deep sigh and I recline backwards and lean onto my palms i'm so heavy that i can see my ass for the i can't see my ass for the mattress i'm sinking into my belly react relaxes and softens i watch it change shape and loosen. I love how my body can change. How much more capable it is now than when it was much smaller. I cannot picture you. No, what you can do is you can put boots at this point. You can put boots through one of those Play-Doh extruders.

Yeah, Fun Factory. Yeah, Fun Factory. You make those fun tubes out of me. Yeah. I look so good propped up on fat, pillowy arms, soft, fat belly laying out before me, huge, wide thighs and fat calves outstretched grandly. If I could only count all these curves curves the lines i see are rounded and beautiful

elegant and deeply feminine i run my hands over my skin i feel so soft but firm at the same time a friend once said the firmness i feel is inside my head but i'm so full and plumped. There's no possible way. I can't be firm to the firmness. You feel is inside your head. Yeah, that's what my friend tells me. It's like a, the fatness was with you all along.

Luke Skywalker. My breasts are heavy and full rounded. Despite my size, they sit on top of my belly. When I look down, I can see my belly button. It looks adorable sitting in the lower half of such a rounded beach ball belly. Beach ball belly. I feel so turned on, feeling my own nakedness so vividly.

I want to be leaned on. I want to feel a lean, strong body press into me. I want strong, determined hands to squeeze me, rubbing and cuddling my fatness. I want to hold that body and fell up it within my warm, yielding flesh. I grab my belly a little too roughly. My fingers create shadows where they're grabbing. warm, yielding flesh. I grab my belly a little too roughly.

My fingers create shadows where they're grabbing... I make a doggy. My fingers create shadows where they're grabbing so deeply. It feels so amazing, but I still wish it were someone else touching me. I close my eyes and imagine how that would happen someone touching you. How would that possibly? They would it they would touch my mouth my lips

trace a sticky and sweet Okay, this is definitely the Pillsbury Doughboy. This is definitely the Pillsbury Doughboy No, she's the personification of a Cinnabon. I was not expecting this. Trace a sticky and sweet bun there and tell me to take a bite. I eat while their hands cover my body. Oh my god! Oh, it's Cinnabon erotica, for real! Rubbing my fat belly while it fills up. I'd eat more and more and more.

Carbs, sugar, chocolate, all my favorite things. My feeder would encourage me and tell me how good I'm behaving. They'd tell me how full my stomach feels, how much fatter and sexier I'm becoming. I want to be stuffed until I can't move. I want to be stuffed. Until I'm laying down, still being hand-fed, groaning while my massive, bloated tummy is rubbed.

I want to beg for more. More food, please. More weight. I want to be so fat. So that, of course, was in feeding stories, because that was definitely a story. You could trace that thing through. From a real woman.

It's got a beginning, a middle, and an end. Yeah, a hero's journey, really. There's the silent montage where they take their presidential physical fitness award that they won in grade school, crumple it up, and throw it in the trash. There's a bun that doesn't get referenced in the first act, but gets shot in the third. It shows up, she eats it, it's gone. So, Jimmy Franks.

Yes, yes, yes. I've heard a little something here in the stories. It's a great story. There's a bunch of different fun stories, like the deal and you're going on a diet uh john's journey and my gaining story reversal roles but i've heard a little something about rachel yes yes yes uh it's it's a it's a rare phenomenon uh then and it happened to Rachel. Rachel's accidental weight gain. What? Accidentally gain weight? Mm-hmm. Here we go.

The family. Fuck, Rachel says as she tries to fuck Hope when she lost everything from being fired at her job. I have nothing. I don't feel about this. Just on the street alone with no money. She noticed her stomach was empty. She was already skinny herself, but Rachel was getting skinnier. She was hungry. Food, food, anyone,

please. Rachel begs as she can hear her stomach growl. Okay, I have a plan. Rachel thought I'm going to go to some rich neighborhoods. They have to have some food for me or money at least. After hours of walking, Rachel comes across a huge mansion. One problem. There was a security guard. Hi, I'm house 47. Rachel says it worked. She was in the compound. Might as well to go to house 47. Rachel murmured under her breath. Here we are. She looks up at the huge house with palm trees and a nice dinner smell. It was 7 p.m. anyways. Here goes nothing. Knock, knock, knock. Rachel waited patiently for the family to respond until a middle-aged woman, decently chubby, opened the door. Hello? Do I know

you? Decently chubby. Do I know you? Hi, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm just really hungry. It's been a rough week. Rachel responded. Oh, I get it. Come on in, the woman said with a slight smile. Yes, or um, thank you, Rachel responded happily. We are having dinner upstairs, the woman said. Where are the stairs, Rachel said. Oh, ha ha. We don't have stairs. We have elevators. Rachel looked at a huge elevator with seats installed.

You know what? People sometimes have problems with David Mamet, but I love how his body looks. It always sparkles. Really, it crackles. It crackles. It does. Yeah, yeah. It'sles. It does. Yeah, yeah. It's electric.

So this is what it's like to be rich, Rachel thought. When she went upstairs, she was met with around five kids, all extremely fat for their age. They looked around seven to ten. These are our children. Hi, I said nervously as the kids just let out burps and farts. Gosh, those kids themselves. Gosh, those kids themselves. They were performing heart and soul with their burps and farts.

Gosh, those kids themselves use a bowl for a cup and are eating crazily, she thought as she watched the eats food stuff. Wait. She thought as she watched the eats stuff food into their mouths, some of them with holes in their shirts from their fat bellies bursting through. Take a seat, the mom said. She filled up Rachel's bowl with chocolate milk and her plate with spaghetti and five pancakes. Sorry, I don't know if I can eat that more. Just try, the mom said, milk, spaghetti, and five pancakes? That is a terrible combination.

Have you tried it? No, you're right. I haven't. I'm going to. Also, like a bowl of chocolate milk is fun. I like that. Just try, the mom said, interrupting Rachel. I mean, it does look good, Rachel thought.

She dug right in. Does that hit? I think that's it. That's it? Shit. Hey, Jimmy Franks. That was, of course, a story, as we know, about Rachel. Hey, I got a comment to make here.

I just want to know, this story that you wrote here about Rachel, Hey, I got a comment to make here. I just want to know, this story that you wrote here about Rachel, who was it written by? Oh, you might know me from my other job. When I'm not writing theater fiction, I am a multi-Oscar and Grammy-winning award composer, John Williams. Yeah!

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba. composer John Williams. Yeah! Yeah! Hi, I have one comment to say about this story. What's your comment, Achilles? Please categorize your story properly. Thank you. John Williams. John Williams. Bad things happen if you click on that person's profile.

Uh-oh. The HRH? Yeah. Oh, hey. Wow, that's your belly. New video uploaded, me eating Chick-fil-A. New video uploaded, me eating Chick-fil-A. New video uploaded, me eating Chip-Soy. Awesome.

Awesome. Frank West. That's me. We're going to be going into the personal section in just a second here. We're going to follow some matchmaking, some people looking for love, some people hopefully finding love. But before we get there, I want to do one more story. And so I'm going to give you a choice, Frank West. Yeah. So the choice number one is a story called Fatter.

It's just chapter one of Fatter. We can't go through the entirety of Fatter. Maybe you can't, Lemon. I don't value my time. No, you don't, because you're here. So that's option one, is chapter one of Fatter. Option number two is called How This Fat Feels. I'm going to go with Fatter.

I'm a huge Stephen King fan, and I've always wanted that follow-up. All right, so fantastic. So your name is Growing Softer. Your avatar is funny. Your avatar is just funny. You're a funny avatar. And this is chapter one. Oh, boy, it's very long.

You're just going to do the very beginning of this. Of chapter one of your story called Thatter. What the fuck is wrong with me? Thought Harry as he pinched it. As he pinched it, a soft layer of fat covering his rock-hard abs. Oh yeah, Harry Potter, fat porno. Wait, is this Harry Potter, you think? It has to be, right?

I think so, I think so. Better get back in the gym, hardcore, for the next few days, he told himself. Too much partying, he sternly told himself. Before remembering last night's events, where the fat weirdo Letitia Adams- Oh! You are the wrong media franchise. Where the fat weirdo Letitia Adams had come on to him. Harry was secretly attracted to the fat goth girl,

but there was no way he'd ever be caught in public with a hog like her. Then he remembered. He actually said that to her when his boys came around. They had to put the Z at the end because they're not real boys. His boys?'s boys. It's boys. Damn, I was such an asshole, he chided himself before putting

on a pair of loose-fitting sweats and heading out to the gym. Scene change! Yay! Yay! Two weeks later, and countless hours of cardio and weightlifting, let Harry, feeling depleted,

but to his shock and surprise, even with limiting his calories to 1,800 a day, and hours spent running and doing sit-ups, none of his definition has returned to his abs. If anything, Harry noticed that his pants were fitting even tighter than before, and his midsection had grown even softer. God damn it, said Harry, looking at himself in the universe. He champs the full-length mirror. He texts himself so much. Hey, does someone want to be Letitia?

No, no, no, you got it. Keep going, keep going. Okay. What's wrong, Harry? Questioned a familiar and sultry voice from directly behind him looking in the mirror he saw letitia good grief you startled me said harry still flexing i'm sorry about how i treated you a few weeks ago at that party. I was drunk and never should have said those things.

I'm so sorry. Presumably still flexing Harry's head. Edging her soft and curvaceous frame around him like a lustful boa constrictor, she whispered in his ear no but you will be soon her fat fingered gripped his sides harry would have said something but if truth be told he'd been fantasizing about letitia from the moment they met a freshman orientation almost four years ago a fortnight ago you said you wanted this body, but that was a lie. No, I really do, whispered Harry back in reply. No, you desire a fatter body, don't you?

Yes, said Harry meekly as Letitia squeezed his ass. Then you shall have it, said Letitia as she moved her other hand over his throbbing cock. Hey, you can't, started Harry as he spun around, only to find thin air. Guys, I didn't come to this website to find thin anything, all right? There's more in this story, and there's a lot of words uh and it's all very interesting however frank uh while you're reading i uh was skimming through this story uh that's called the bet um so it's a story called the bet by the the same author as your uh is it adam's family porno erotica is that what that that was? I believe so. Okay. Great.

Sorry. I'd like just Frank West to read the very last paragraph of the story. Okay. Great. To the end of chapter nine. Yes. That's some nested quotes. All right.

Don't worry, Harry. They both talk a big game, but it's really we fat ones that have all the power. Then, whispering in his ear, she leaned her thick and curvaceous frame into his and said, They made us fat, but just flaunt it a bit, and she'll be the one taking orders from you soon. What a cliffhanger.

Yep. Okay, so I'm going to take you to this story. The cover image of it is a stack of pancakes with every sugar product ever on them. And it's called The Bet. This is a story with a couple characters. We've got Todd. We've got Cammy. We've got Guy.

And then, of course, the narrator. And this is just a fun story about a super sexy bet, um, between some friends. Um, so, uh, I'm going to skip down just a tiny little bit. Okay. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. So you're telling me the bet is that I can't get as fat as you and then lose the weight.

Yup. I doubt you could even get as you and then lose the weight? Yup. I doubt you could even get fat. You go on and on about diet and exercise, but you just got good genes like denim. I bet you couldn't get there in a year's time. And if you did, which you won't, you'll never lose it before me. You're crazy. That's easy.'s easy okay then it's a bet said cammy extending her plump arm so what do i get if and when i win you won't but if you do i promise to follow all of your advice and never complain about anything for a whole year.

A whole year of peace? You're on. This guy does not know how your works at all. And no exercising until your BMI is higher than mine, okay? Okay. Replied Guy reluctantly. They shook hands and weighed in. Cammy weighed 183 pounds and at four feet, sorry, five feet, four inches, had a BMI of 31.2, obese. Guy weighed in a lean 210 pounds at six foot five, his BMI of 224.5 in the normal healthy range.

When the group finally calculated that at-Cami's current weight he'd have to gain 57 pounds, Guy became a bit nervous, but didn't let it show. Sure you can handle that, bruh? Jabbed Todd. I got it. jab Todd. I got it. Replied Guy with a false confidence as he poured himself the first of many dark beers.

They agreed to hold a party monthly with both Cammy and Guy agreeing to not weigh in until they all met back up. Everyone talked excitedly and even a few side bets ensued, which is a word I just made up. Cammy was surprised with how Guy took to eating all the food she now ordered for him, including extra desserts. She would be plate after plate of food and multiple fattening snacks as she got rid of his healthy treats.

His face got fuller, but Cammy did not notice any real change, except for the fact that Guy had lost all of his definition in his former six-pack. She wanted so much more, but decided to play the slow game? What, all during this party?

Mm-hmm. It was a bacchanal! It's a monthly party. With little to show initially, Cammy planned to use this time to create a Pavlovian response to overeating. She did this by coming on to Guy before eating, and then once he was stuffed to the max, she made sure to give him sexual release. Oh, that sounds great.

A perfect plan. I'm full and horny. perfect plan. I'm full and horny. By the end of the month, she noticed her stuffed husband mindlessly rubbing his distended belly and cock whenever she didn't give him the automatic release.

His distended cock. Because he's a fucking beast, apparently now. This fat goes all the way down. When the first follow-up party occurred, everyone commented how chubby Guy had become in just a few weeks. In just A4 weeks. Well, he was standing there rubbing his cock so they could tell. And it's the fat that was concerning to them at that point?

She could tell he was embarrassed by the way he sucked in and even his choice of baggy clothing. No way my man's gonna lose that bet, said Todd enthusiastically while patting his friend's softened middle. You know, the way that guys touch each other. Damn, bro! You're really bulking up. You're gonna be a huge beast when this is all over. Yeah, I think you might be right, Todd. Admitted Cammy with a coy smile.

Cammy weighed in at 174, a loss of nine pounds, and the health nut guest calculated that her BMI was down to 29.4. There was a few genuine cheers. Is that an A? And they all congratulated her on not, no longer being categorized as obese. As she moved down into the simply overweight grouping, the guy exaggeratedly push out his midsection

when weighing into the friendly laughter of his friends and the carnal delight of his wife, Cammie. All of this is how human beings operate. You haven't been to a scale party? A monthly scale party? I've never been to a monthly scale party. Jesus, Lemon. It's like, I mean, maybe they don't

do that outside of New England. How do you network? This story is, of course, incredibly, incredibly erotic. So I'm just going to skip to chapter five, if I may. Oh, good. Is that all right? Okay, great. So as he waddled his fattened thighs and jiggly belly out of the bedroom

and into the open, solid living room and kitchen area, Guy saw both a mountain of steaming food set up for him in the kitchen table. To the right of the table stood Cammie doing 40-pound reverse curls. He couldn't help. He couldn't help. How could he possibly help but grow an erection? As he remarked on how thick and shapely his wife had grown lifting weights. He especially liked seeing her strong and thick muscles poking out from underneath the newly adopted adipose tissue. Okay.

Guy even grew more hot and bothered, remembering his wife's complete dominance over him in the bedroom the previous night. I secretly hope for more today. Sit down, piggy boy, and eat. You know what they say, breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so sit down piggy and start that metabolism up. You've got a lot of hard

work ahead of you if you want to get back in shape, hun. Okay. So that's how you start your metabolism is just eat? Yep. Oh yeah, okay, agreed guy. Okay. So that's how you start your metabolism is just eat? Yeah. Yep. Oh, yeah.

Okay. Agreed, guy. Okay. But could you refrain from calling me piggy, at least in public? Oh, poor piggy boy. Tease Cammy, putting down the heavy dumbbells with a thud and then placing her hands on her widened hips. You didn't seem to mind last night, but okay. I won't call you piggy.

Or piggy boy. Yeah, stand up for yourself. Stand up for yourself, guy. You're finding yourself respect. Or piggy boy, but it's okay at home. Deal. Now eat, piggy. I know you're hungry.

Said Cammy, moving her sweaty and muscle-pumped and plump body over to the treadmill, where she started up a brisk walking face. Eat, you fat bitch. It turns me on to see you make a pig of yourself. And if you eat it all, then maybe I'll be nice to you afterwards. Said Cammy with a wink as her firm body began plodding away on the automatic walking device. Guy wanted to protest, but his insane hunger couples with the torture. He wanted to protest, but. He wanted to protest, but his insane hunger couples with the torture of his throbbing cock. He wanted to protest, but.

He wanted to protest, but. The hunger couples with the torture of his throbbing cock won the day and he plowed into a heaping stack of pancakes covered in chocolate, butter, drenched syrup, smattered with peanut butter, garnished with bananas, and topped with a Reese's,

which is a different brand. Peanut butter cup. Reese's like feces. Yeah. Reese's like feces. Peanut butter cup. The hedonistic delight was so good and so delicious. And yes, he knew, quote, so very fattening.

But right now, he didn't care. He was hungy. Ooh, I wrote that. Tearing through layer after layer of pancakes, even Guy couldn't believe just how quickly he tore through the carb and sugary-loaded fried batter. Next, without even thinking, he started on the bacon and egg section, which consisted of a whole package of the salt and pork and a half dozen eggs.

About three-quarters of the way through, Guy began to feel full and started slowing down. He managed to finish off the rest of the meal before stopping short of eating all the toast and the grits laid out in front. There's grits too? Jesus. The toast and the grits laid out before him. As he sat there in a stupor of satiated delight,

Guy was surprised when he saw Cammy looking down on him with a big grin on her face. Come on, let's go for a run, says nobody in particular. Says the narrator to the person reading the story. Hey, hey, characters, let's go for a run. A run? Complained Guy while rubbing his belly through his shirt stained with chocolate and maple syrup.

Can't we make love first? End of story! Fifty shades of grease. So Boots, I have a question for you. This was as a growling, sorry, growing

softer is my name, and I want you to select from my choices here about how the story can go. Would you like this story to go, A, Cammy entices him by rubbing his belly while stroking his cock, Cammy berates him and parades his fat ass around in his stained house clothes, Cammy uses her strength to force his pathetic fat ass to eat more.

Or, D, your ideas. Oh, I have so many ideas. I'm going to turn this over to the floor. He could be hanging from the chandelier, and she's throwing up donuts at him, and he has to catch them with his mouth. I feel like it's a British reality show at this point. Yes.

It's a British dub of a Japanese reality show. It's Wipeout with donuts. All right. So that was the story section. And we're very, very, very horny from all of this, which is great. Which is great. Because now that we're horny, we're gonna meet some available singles.

Oh yeah. Some available singles such as Jimmy Franks taking the role of Burger Bitch. Yo, what's up? Hey, what's up, Burger Bitch? What's up, this is Burger Bitch. Watch me eat burgers on Skype

hungry and horny and obsessed with burgers Skype me the boat's boat That's what it says We got another We got another personal Zad here From Frank West Frank West your name is Shy Girl Hey it's Shy Girl 123 Looking for a doctor in us I'm hoping to find a doctor

That is either a feeder Or F.A. That way I can go to them about doctor that is either a feeder or F.A. That way I can go to them about all my needs and not feel bad about it. And then, Boots, your name is Starsmoke? Sorry to say, but if you mean a doctor who encourages this lifestyle, you won't find one.

That goes against their do-no-harm code. And they would very quickly lose all their licensing that they worked so hard for. We got a new ad here, and it's from Achilles Heelys. Could you just, one more, the next response from Mario Mario?

I guess I can take it. Yeah, take it, take it. There is Dr. Feeder, but I don't thunk he is a real doctor. There is Dr. Feeder, but I don't thunk he is a real doctor. But he said he was a doctor! How could you, Dr. Feeder? And then, Achilles, you have a personal Zad you wanted to post here.

Uh-huh. Hi, I'm a fatty looking to be teased. Oh, yeah. I'm a 23-year-old waitress working at a local restaurant. I've been snacking a lot at my job, and I've managed to go up to 250 no units of soft, pale, jiggling flesh. I'm an extreme pair. With my ass growing wider and wider by the second.

My uniform can barely contain me. And I can barely wait until I'm fatter. An absolute extreme pair uh hey uh hey my name is fat sexual oh hey what's up girl yeah uh i've i joined uh two years ago, a female encourager? I am so aroused by the idea of having a female encourager or feeder, online or IRL, to make me grow as fat as she wants. My

fat body turns me on! And the thought of a woman making me get fat or has me in a constant state of arousal? Does anyone else have a pull this strong? Does any woman have this interest?

No replies? Oh, fuck. And then, I like this one. I'm just gonna, here, I'm just gonna copy-paste it in here. Yeah, so Jimmy Franks, your name is That Guy Windsor. Yes, yes. This is That Guy Windsor.

Hey, what's up, buddy? Any female sugar mamas on here, I would love to hear from you. I'm a skinny piggy that just wants to become a ballon. Good to have aspirations. Alright, so we're going to move to the fine and wonderful world of Canada.

Canada, of course, the place that Doug Ford lives. Great. So, Boots, your name is Sox. Sox. Yeah, your name is Sox. And what do you want to talk about here? Sure. My name is Socks.

I'm from Canada. Good evening from Canada, y'all. Huh. That's confusing. As we may notice, I've published a newly reworked from my original body balance changes from earlier this year or late this previous year. Whatever. changes from earlier this year or late this previous year whatever as many know here gaining some sizable extra poundage may progressively affect the way one can have to project oneself within the everyday life whether psychologically or more in particular, physically speaking, your body soften up.

Your outfits has clunging, clunging against your skin a little more unusually. You certainly have to unbutton more often. Your last favorite pair of jeans when sitting down. Your button shirts make you look like a fancy sausage and the list goes on. And obviously all those things are good. Everything you're describing sounds good. It's more difficult to take pants off.

Oh boy. But what are the most significant preliminary signs that one's increasing body weight is plummeting right into a point wherein feeling apologize for the lack of vocabulary fit is no longer a daytime concern at the moment you're feeling yourself when stepping out of bed soft enough to no longer being just soft fall all short i'm good at sentences. Here's a new sentence by itself. Or flabby. Now's another sentence. Or anything closer.

Your gait is slowly but undoubtedly on the verge to slow down bit after bit. Your thighs brush more firmly against each other. You're saging. Oh, yeah, I am. Yeah, I am. firmly against each other you're saging oh yeah i am yeah i am just burning sage you're saging and puffing out here and there you cannot bend yourself without have your face blushing or you may still because you may not have been either very active or simply very flexible but let's say hello to accidental wave wardrobe dysfunctions and pants holes neither ascend stairs the same way you get used to do you get used to do that sounds oh that sounds

good that sounds good. Your every movement gets restrained. You sit on one of those things that carries you up the stairs like Tony Soprano's mom. Yeah. Your legs much as your arms cannot help but spread out a little apart as your body access.

Your what? Your impetus has grown ponderous. As opposed to your body allies. Your impetus has grown ponderous. As opposed to your body allies. Your impetus has grown ponderous. Your blooming shape fill more space than usual and bump against things. And people in a fashion you weren't used to know when you were much lighter. That often up at point that some people realize they're officially getting fat. You know, I like this restaurant a lot, but the fortune cookies are fucking bullshit.

This is so fucking big to fit these fortunes in them. At which point do you ever feel like this? Several. For those who are already heavyweight since along, which point did you ever feel that these patterns grew more significant? Did you live with those positive mixed or rather negative reactions? Don't be afraid to share yours or one's close relationship story. to share yours or one's close relationship story.

And then, Achilles, you are right on tack here. I mean, you read everything that Sox wrote. You digested it. You internalized it. And you really responded in kind. Absolutely. I'm Ace of Spades! My walking speed is slower. Oh.

And my hips and ass pop from left to right. My belly gets in the way when I bend down. Sometimes people bump into my ass and tight spaces turn me on. Just knowing what normal people don't have a problem with I do. What? Alright.

Just knowing what normal people don't have a problem with, I do. And yes, my clothes are much tighter, but I think it's sexy. Outgrowing clothes and only having a few that are decent for public. I need help, Frank. Hey. Hey. You might have to do that on your own.

I made the mistake once. I'm Oh, boy. Jaboab. Yeah, that sounds right. You're British. Oh, okay. That's probably a word over there.

I mean, something perfect pervy it's pretty much half their language I think I can never understand them uh I've been noticing I'm finding it harder to jump over things sometimes not making it high enough

and tripping and stomping I tried working out the other day and I couldn't sometimes not making it high enough and tripping and stomping. I tried working out the other day and I couldn't do more than a couple of pull-ups. I've been noticing that I'll frequently bump my belly into stuff and I'll try fitting places that I barely fit through anymore. Oh, yeah. My legs now rub together, and I'm getting some pretty rad stretch marks on my upper thighs.

Tubular! Weedly, weedly, weedly, weedly, weedly, weedly, weedly! Not to mention I've went up two pant sizes in the last eight months. And a shirt size after a co-worker made a remark about me wearing the tightest shirts I could find. I never realized how right they were lol so uh i'm super i'm genuinely really stoked about this title i really really i'm so so stoked about this title and what i'm gonna say right off the top here is Jimmy Franks.

Yeah. At the end of this thread, you're going to be taking a big fat belly fan, and you're welcome. Okay. Okay. Anyway. Anyway. Sex with fat rolls! Okay. Anyway. with fat rolls okay anyway so uh my name is feedism couple i'm from the united kingdom as you can tell from my accent uh sex with fat rolls has anyone done this when you get fat enough to

have big squishy rolls of fat having someone slide their penis into a crease? Yes, big fat belly fan. Hi, big fat belly fan. Yep. On multiple occasions I've gotten off with my member

buried between my GF's belly and thigh. It's quite a sensation. The belly and the... Is that the front of the thigh? Is that the back of the thigh? It's the place where you would enter an instrument for an angiogram, as I've had several myself.

Stand aside! Oh, myself. Stand aside. Oh, hi. Stand aside, it is me, finally fat. Oh! My wife folds her belly all around me and talks fat while I bury myself in her creases and folds. This man is having a heart attack. Does anyone here speak fat?

This man is having a heart attack. Does anyone here speak fat? Merging my own folds in two now as I become fat with her. Oh, wow. Interlocking fat rolls together, feeling them flex and swell against each other. We're overwhelmed in fats. Yeah, that's real. Wow. Holy shit.

It's a reboot of Dune. Helmed in Fats! Yeah, that's real. Wow, holy shit, it's a reboot of Dune. I was going to say, this guy wins the Cronenberg Award for this episode of Fats. This is Big Fat Belly Fat again. Oh, hello. Belly button sex is phenomenal!

Oh, spurt. We're going to be moving away from this section in just a second, but before we move away from this section, because we've got something special next, but before we move away from this section is one more. This is called being humiliated.

And it's a thread started by Jim bunny, Jim bunny, not fat. Jim bunny is a not fat person. Yeah. That wants. Yeah. Well,

you know, I'm just, I'm into this for, I don't know. I don't know. But so being humiliated, that is ridiculously hot. And.

Your name is Fang Bang. What's up, guys? You ever been fang-banged before? Oh, I'm gonna fang-bang you. Yeah, I'm fang-bang. I broke a bed. I broke a bed. I broke a bed. I was staying over at my sister's house, and she brought out an old, fulled-out guest bed

that we nicknamed the family heirloom, which would creak and squeak with the slightest bit of weight on it it managed to hold up when i sat on it but during the night i rolled over and the damn thing crashed to the floor my sister thankfully snores like a warthog so it was oblivious to the noise but she woke up the next day and saw me in the broken bed on the floor there was no denying who's fat ass broke it she always likes to remind me of the time i broke a bed whenever i go for another slice of pizza or a third helping of dessert let's all play america's favorite game show who's fat ass broke it oh thing bang broke all of them oh no uh yeah so uh so now we're going to be moving into the recipes section uh this is the uh the recipe section um because uh if there's one thing that

uh uh all of us uh as uh north amer Americans haven't figured out, it's how to eat food to get fat. It's confusing. I don't know. How do you crack this mystery? So, my name is XXFeedieEmoKidXX. It's a good

Xbox Live Gamer Tag. Name of the episode. Yeah, I'm straight edge. Anyway, I was just wondering in trying to gain weight, and I love cake mix, but I want to get more calories out of the cake mix. Is there anything I can add

to the cake mix to make it more fat winning? Frank, why don't you take a heavy belly champ there, please? It's me. Heavy belly champ. Oh, cake mix recipe alone contains enough calories. However,

adding baking soda, more flour grams, and sugar contents would get the desired result. In addition... It just makes more cake. More flour grams. More flour grams. More flour grams. In addition... Yeah.

Egg will add more glycerol to the mix. Good luck That was genuinely It was just cake but more What if You add more cake What if you added quantity to cake Have you tried eating more cake

And then Achilles Your name is a jazz man. Hey, it's me, the jazz man. Oh, yeah. Add heavy cream. Or for a cheaper and more drinkable additive, sweetened condensed milk. Are you drinking this cake now? Huh?

Am I supposed to drink this cake? That's foul story for a drinker. While I'm making the cake, I drink the condensed milk. It's a cake shake, baby. 1,500 extremely fattening calories in an 11-ounce can. Add a couple scoops of melted ice cream and a pint or two of 2% milk and use a hand mixer and voila. Mini cake batter shake at probably 5,000 calories for just a few dollars. This is starting to sound like a

Soylent product. Jazz Man works for Rosa Labs. Most people struggle with drinking cake batter, so since you like it, this recipe could be really great for you.

The assumption that you're just going to eat the batter. I substituted the condensed milk with ranch dressing. Yummo! Okay. Oh my god. What? Are you okay?

I was just down the hallway and I heard you talking about cake. Oh, is that Bitty Belly? Is that Bitty Belly right there? B, my God. Are you okay? I was just down the hallway, and I heard you talking about cake. Oh, is that Bitty Belly? Is that Bitty Belly right there? That's Bitty Belly. That's Bitty Belly. Uh-huh. Oh, my God. I ran from the hallway into the room, which was right next to the hallway I was in.

You really seem out of breath. You need a couple hours? Hold on. This is one of the first things I saw which gave me ideas on getting cheap food but getting rounder. I ended up getting just white cake mix, a gallon of milk, a can of pumpkin, and sweetened condensed milk.

I blended all that, adding regular milk as needed since I can't drink things that are too thick. And it's helped. I see all that problem. Yeah. Oh, my God. He's laying down now guys Should we call somebody I mean let's let nature take its course

Honestly Do we have his emergency contact on file I just want to make sure I mean this is going to resolve itself one way or the other I feel like I'm a little dehydrated I got a camelback of chocolate milk I'm okay Unfortunately his Emergency contact is fantasyfeeder.com little dehydrated i got a camelback of chocolate milk i'm okay okay unfortunately his emergency

contact is fantasyfeeder.com it's the schwan's ice cream truck guy drinking it made me feel bloated and nice but since mine isn't terribly thick it goes down well and can be drunk with meals having so much milk also sorry it also dilutes the full swift the sweetness of it too since having it thick makes the sweetness almost terrible unless you you love the rich, sweet cake batter flavor. Oh, yeah. Tastes like liquid pumpkin pie. It could be easily topped off with whipped cream.

Oh, shit. I'm all good. I'm okay. Are you okay? Are you okay? Can you okay? Are you okay? Can you see my two fingers? How many fingers am I holding up? You dip it in some batter.

What's up, you fucking pussies? Whoa. Hey, y'all trying to get fat over in here? Yeah. I feel like you're not trying to be fat enough. Y'all want to be fat or what? How many cakes you eat today, bitches? Four boxes of Betty Crocker.

Yeah, okay. Three gallons of milk. This is some super fattening recipes, okay? Here's how I make pudding. One cup of canola oil. One half cup. What? That's the first ingredient in pudding.

Then, one half cup of heavy whipping cream then one cup of gelato so do you just live on a toilet or like yeah like like that's not gonna have any time to spend in your body to absorb any nutrients or calories no i'm not gonna let my asshole shit that's gonna make it lose weight! I call my asshole a traitor if it tries to shit on me! So I take those three ingredients and only those three ingredients!

What? No! There's nothing else in my pudding. No, no, no. That's the pudding part of the ingredient of the recipe. Yeah, okay. So then,

blend it on high until it whips the mixture into a pudding. Just a few seconds is needed. Yeah, that's gonna work. Shake. I don't know if I'm saying milkshake or if I'm saying shake it after you blend it. Oh wait, no, no, no. Oh wait, no. This is a separate recipe.

It's a separate recipe. I just told you how to make pudding. Now, separately from that, so you ate all that. Now you're gonna eat a shake. Here's how you eat a shake. Lots of ice cream. Yeah. Little heavy cream.

A bit of ice cream. Yeah. Little heavy cream. A bit of whole milk. Just a discreet amount. A little soy milk. Why soy milk? Just a splash. Like, why? Just a little soy milk. Just, like, get out your pipette.

Dribble it in there. And he goes, whoosh! Little soy milk. Lots of vegetable oil! Lemon? Plosives? Yeah, I imagine you got several of them. You're welcome. Got most of them. Yeah, your E you got several of them. You're welcome. Got most of them.

Yeah, your E's are popping. So there's some optional add-ins, which include weight gain, shake powder, peanut butter, crushed candy, crushed cookies, pudding mix, chocolate sauce, and caramel. Each shake can can have as many or as little calories as you like. That's just a general fact. Fuck it. My suggestion is to substitute the oil with a stick of butter.

No! Of course. No! Why not just both? Oh, wait, hold on. Sorry, I'm prescient. Canola oil? What is this healthy bullshit? Why not just both? Oh, hold on. Sorry, I'm prescient. Canola oil? What is this healthy bullshit? What, am I vegan?

So yeah, substitute the oil with a stick of butter, though. It makes it more palatable. Or, or, and Achilles, you came up with a good idea that I wrote four years ago. Or, do both, I suppose. Oh. Do you want to know a fun fact, F-Plus? What's that? Here know a fun fact, F-Plus? What's that? Here's a fun fact Olive oil reduces the chance of a heart attack Do you guys hear the far-off screaming?

I think Victor may be in pain In pain that he hasn't thought of these great milkshake recipes, maybe Fuck that nerd. He's always trying to tell me what to do. Hey, guys. I heard you were talking about super fattening recipes. We sure were. Oh, hey.

Yeah, this is J-Loads. It's J-Loads. I was just walking down the hall, and I heard you guys talking about some fattening recipes. Just dropping J-Loads all over the place. Yeah. I heard you guys talking about some fattening recipes. Just dropping J-loads all over the place. Yeah.

So I like taking regular recipes and fattening them up, so to speak. See, because I fatten up. Using cream to substitute for milk helps. Wrapping things in bacon and reserving the bacon fat to cook future things in as well. Using a little more mayo as a condiment. That's my secret ingredient. You've unlocked the secrets. Cheese is a nice addition if you can handle larger amounts of dairy,

which makes a gluttonous mac and cheese casserole really good. Well, let's just dial in on that one specifically. What if you made mac and cheese with more cheese? Yeah, I mean, like, if you made mac and cheese with more cheese? Yeah, I mean, like, if you're making a thing with two ingredients,

you want to put a lot of one of them in there. Sure, all right. And then again, most any comfort food is decent. Desserts offer plenty of help to fattening a meal, and some people prefer baking to cooking. Finding recipes with shortening in them and making your own crust for things? Just be sure to stock up on butter if you go this route. I find that making something fattening on purpose

adds to the enjoyment and pride while you indulge, but also adds that fetish factor to how you feel afterwards. Gotta get that fetish factor up. That's J-Loads with my recipes. J-Loads? Hope that helps. Bye. And then, Achilles, you got the last thing here. Hi, I'm Circe.

I've been on this website for 16 years. Oh, God. Oh years Oh god Found this recipe But I haven't had a chance to make it for anyone yet She can't actually leave Because the skin graft is actually Yeah Oh no

She's merged with the website 5,500 plus calories If it's all consumed. Oh, boy. World's most fattening chocolate mouse. Oh, my God, you're right. Chocolate mouse.

All right, it's two cups Nutella, two cups heavy cream, one cup cream friche, two tablespoons brandy or hazelnut liqueur, and then you whip the cream until stiff. How is brandy and hazelnut liqueur in ore situation? You're right. It should just be.

It does the same thing. It should just be both. On this side it is. Listen, they have the same color content. It works. Okay. Yeah, you're right, you're right. Mm-hmm. Another large bowl, mix Nutella, cream friche, and brandy until smooth.

Fold whipped cream to the chocolate mixture until no streaks of white remain. Chill 20 minutes. It makes 12 half-cup servings. There's some nutritional info I don't know why servings for recipe 12 oh good amount per serving

calories 472 total fat 336.2 grams alright yeah 5500 calories F plus what did we learn from this, uh, fulfilling, fulfilling experience? How to get stacked! I learned- Racks on racks on racks.

I, I learned exactly what bellylover95 responded to a Achilles post right here. Yeah, yeah, what, what's that? I want a ton of it, please. So. These people are some of the worst spellers I've seen in a long time. Why are they so bad at spelling? It was very refreshing. I love that. Well, because they keep fat fingering it, obviously.

Yeah. There it is. I love that. Well, because they keep fat fingering it, obviously. Oh, yeah. There it is. There it is. We can stop now. Let's stop. We don't even need intros to stop. Belly Lover has posted a whole bunch of pictures of Belly Lover shirtless, right? It was a bunch of

just photos of Belly Lover shirtless from the waist up and i have no idea what gender belly lover is i do i do not know what gender belly i learned surfing around we didn't do it in the episode but the feeding fetish community has pretty fine conversations that aren't about their fetish, which is unusual for a fetish. What do you mean? I mean, like, if you just go to general, there's just people talking about shit normally

that is not even remotely related. Just regular forum stuff? Anyone want to speculate who the other DLC fighters for Smash Ultimate could be? So, Frank West, you've been a member of a different forum yes yeah you know i mean a community is what a community is it'll form around maybe a thing and maybe it'll shift more from that that's cool and good in general but at the moment that you're just having like regular ass cash conversations and literally everyone's avatar photo is their fat belly do you think that's weird uh i mean it's in the land of the fat the

audi belly button is king man you just gotta go along with it that's probably true um yeah i mean like i mean because we've we've touched on fantasy fantasy feeder a couple times in the course of this podcast and i do i like i do have a pretty good grasp of like what this fetish is and that's uh i mean i don't think it's necessarily healthy or good for anyone, but like, it sure, like it sure does. I sure can track it.

I like a fetish that I can understand, even if it's a little bit problematic, but like, I get it. Yeah. Uh, what I learned, what I learned in this very moment is that,

uh, there's apparently a rampant problem with scammers getting money from feedies, telling them that they're going to eat a lot of food with that money, and then running away. What? What? Did you just find boots? Share me a thread.

Share me a thread. Okay, this is Fat Boy Arkansas. Arkansas. Okay, I is Fat Boy Arkansas. Arkansas. Okay. Any fat boys in Arkansas. I'm about to address the elephant in the room. There are plenty of feedies on here looking to take your money and run.

Never give money up front to a feedie. Do half before, half after. Wow. You will ship the food to their house. Or if they don't want to show the address. And so on. This post was made a week ago. And if you want to get scammed by a feedie, you should go to Ball Pit. And if you want to get scammed by Fidi You should go to Ball Pit

I'm obsessed with that scam That's amazing You were supposed to spend that money on cupcakes We send butter first. Boy, I hope you liked this episode as much as I did, because I liked this episode a lot. Bye-bye. Bye-bye. Cheers.

I'm about to play out this crush a lot. My money shot, still got what you're looking for. For a dust, for a dust. The state of Herb Alpert gets a lot of money from game shows. Listen, I just cashed the checks. I don't care where they come from. Apologies. Herb Alpert's still alive.

Really? Oh, good for him. Yeah, don't be throwing shade at Herb Alpert because we probably owe him a couple of bucks. You know what? Thank you.

Thank you, Herb Alpert, for not suing. Also, you're an attractive man. You are an attractive man. Definitely.