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Interplanetary Ambassador

While visiting an alien planet as an ambassador on behalf of the human race, you’re invited to join them for a meal. Part of your training involved being very strictly professional in all social encounters, including both your behavior and your appearance, and it had actually been quite successful.

However, while you were in the middle of having seconds (they had been offered to you, you were very careful not to take any yourself), a member of the council that had been occasionally watching news feeds announced with a bit of a start that according to a report posted mere minutes ago, food from the alien planet was found to be significantly higher in Calories than Earth food, and that humans were advised to take extreme caution with said food. That certainly explains why your shirt has been getting snug…

You decided the best response was to drastically cut back on eating, carefully rationing human supplies until the next shipment arrived. The aliens, though respectful of the decision, were confused about why you were afraid of the sudden weight gain. “If it isn’t offensive to say [Miss/Sir/Mx], your appearance is believed to have improved quite a bit with the weight, and your approval ratings have actually notably risen,” Your alien advisor commented. “If making good appearances is important to this conference, perhaps partaking in the next feast might not hurt?”

By the time that the next shipment of supplies came, you had to put in an order for much, much larger clothes- and your approval rating was at an all-time high. Your sponsors were furious with what they felt was a very unprofessional approach to your duty and demanded your return, saying you’d be replaced with, “someone with much better sense, will, and self-control.”

When you told the aliens that you would be gone by the end of the week and explained the situation, they took offense; you had shown nothing but good manners and had been very open to their culture, and your people’s first response was to be disgusted with that?

It resulted in very heated discussion between your sponsors and the alien ambassadors, but that was simply background noise as some of the locals coaxed you to a back dining hall; perhaps a five course meal could help take everyone’s mind off of things.

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The Magic Box

As a prestigious public figure, you were forced to choose between doing what you loved, and doing what would maintain your fame.

Thankfully you found a third option: purchase a special artifact from a witch/wizard only known as ‘The Box’. Whenever you opened the lid on the Box, you could store away any extra weight you’d gained from indulging in all the little treats, snacks, and buffets that you ate in your free time. Alternatively, you could open it and put on as much of the stored weight as you wanted to, allowing you to enjoy it for at least a little while without worry of how your clothes could fit, or what people could think of you.

However, one day this Box starts falling apart at the seams, and the magic is starting to leak out. How many pounds were stashed away in that little container again?

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You’re cursed by some magical space entity so that you sporadically gain vast amounts of weight in bursts. After a week, you look like an over-inflated balloon in your space suit, which is starting to creak and tear from the internal pressure. Your shipmates certainly don’t seem to be in a rush to help break the curse, however.

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Word has spread that a strange artifact has fallen from the stars, with an inscription on the side that says that they who’re most capable of wielding is power shall receive it. As expected, the folks who consider themselves A Big Deal™ get first dibs on meeting it, but in a surprise twist apparently they died in the trial. Nobody knows what happened, and it discourages a few folks from trying, but you’re a nosey li'l shit who just wants to see what it looks like so away you go.

Upon discovering it, the artifact speaks -holy shit!- and tells you that it has a really good feeling about you and indivtes you to give the trial a try. It takes a good 20 minutes to talk you into it, and it turns out that the trial results in gaining massive amounts of pillowy fat in a matter of minutes. While it does hurt a bit at first, it becomes much more bearable once your clothing rips free, and it actually starts to become more pleasurable. Just as you feel you’ve reached your limit, with swollen cheeks, bloated belly, and limbs swallowed in mounds of fat, it happily proclaims that you’ve passed its trial and it binds to you.

Now…. What exactly was its power, and what are you supposed to do with your gelatinous self now?

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You are a test subject for a scientist (or group of them) where they have you eat as much as you can while they record the data. They don’t tell for what reason, but you get paid and it’s free food.

You start getting bigger as you continuously fill your gut with the food they provide you with. They try different methods for feeding you: rich fatty foods, a special sweet liquid you drink from a tube, etc. Every so often they come in to take measurements of you, measuring your big full belly and ample backside. Sometimes they come in to give you belly rubs to ease the pain and help you make room for more. They often stay to chat for a while, sometimes while they feed you.

You can barely move around anymore but that’s okay. The scientist(s) keep your huge hungry belly filled and well cared for.

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You had a weakness for winter feasts and it showed on your waistline. Come January, you did your best to find coats and sweaters that could cover your grown gut while on the job, but your peers inevitably found out about your doughy midsection and heckled you.

Then teased you with unhealthy snacks.

Then brought “joke treats” like a plate covered in home-baked cookies.

One day, you overheard a conversation in the office where one coworker commented that your belly’s, “finally starting to peek from that 5XL shirt after a month of waiting.”

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Your friends -well, as friendly as folks can be who lightheartedly tease you about your weight can be- invited you out for some drinks. Since you were designated driver, you just had the occasional Shirley Temple. Late into the evening one totally smashed buddy leaned into you and said with a slur in their voice, “Have ennyuv us tol’ ju how hot we thouddit’d be if y'juss gained like… I'unno man, 800lbs? It’d be like sleepin’ witha…. a bed, man. We'ven talked bout how we’d ALL be yer…. yer uh, we’d- six peope stuffin’ yer face at once dude, thinka bouddit.”

A second friend joined in on going into great detail about fattening you up like cattle, but the others smacked them and insisted they stop running their mouths. A week later you asked them about it and they all denied it- except the second friend, who told you in private that it was true, they all had in fact dreamt up a poly feeding scenario and often referred to it when you weren’t there like it was a group project they were developing. 

A long time passed, and the incident practically slipped from your mind. While out and about one day, you get into some form of accident that has you hospitalized long enough to result in you losing a notable amount of weight during your recovery. Your friends tried to sneak you stuff during visits, but you rarely got more than a bite or two into the secret snacks before nurses intervened and confiscated it.

Upon getting home, the group figured they’d come over for a movie night since getting around was still tough for you. They brought an entire theater’s worth of snacks, a ton of alcohol, and several DVDs. The lot of you got hammered, and the next thing you know, the six of them were chanting for you to finish chugging an entire bowl of M&Ms.

You polished off all the snacks that night. And the next. And the one after that. When eight consecutive days of movie-night-turned-binge-night passed, you started to tease them right back about not even being subtle about their kink as you adjusted your pants to make room for more.

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Imagine a fave on the smaller side getting fed and teased by someone bigger than them.

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Just wanted to say hi, this sounds like a great idea for a blog! I don't have any suggestions at the moment, but I'll come back if I do 😘

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Is your icon a full hungry luma bc i approve its fitting

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Imagine characters 1 and 2 are exploring a new world together, be it via space travel or teleportation or even alternate dimensions; somewhere drastically different from home. The two have managed to set up a base and find the atmosphere to be friendly to their species, so they’re able to walk about in casual clothing.

One day, 1 finds a berry bush with bright, colorful berries on it. They pick some and bring them back to base to inspect, but get lost along the way; they went a lot farther out than they were supposed to in their travels. 1 is lost for eons, finding little more than other berry bushes, the occasional skittish wildlife, and seemingly endless flora. They become hungry, and in a moment of desperation, they eat the berries; the local animals could eat them, why couldn’t they?

It ends up being a decision they quickly regret, as 1 is suddenly filled with an insatiable hunger that sends them running to the nearest berry bush for more. As they chow down, their body begins to swell almost like an allergic reaction to the food, but 1 isn’t in any pain- it’s just harder to grab the berries as they go.

2 becomes worried when 1 isn’t home by sundown, and goes outside with a flashlight to find them when they hear rustling in the bushes. 2 follows the noise to find 1, who has become so bloated that their outfit is struggling to stay together as they continue to shovel more fistfuls of berries in their mouth.

“Oh thank goodness, you -urp- found me!” 1 says with relief.

“Buddy, you’re in the backyard.” 2 says incredulously. “Come on, let’s see if we can’t figure out what these berries did to ya.”

Weeks later, a second group of people would come upon the base to find it more homely: a picket fence, a nice little chimney, and some rather colorful berry bushes planted beneath the windows.

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Hi hi~! Have a prompts blog for belly kinks and feederism going~! If you’re interested in this, boosts and submissions are much appreciated!