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Hey yall. I’m sorry to e-beg on here, but shit’s really bad for my family right now, I’m not going to go into personal detail but we have barely any income as two of us are in job search limbo, cannot really afford food (nevermind gaining, but to be honest that’s the absolute least of my worries rn), and to top it off now my car needs repairs - probably costly ones. I can’t really offer much in exchange because I am frankly too dysphoric and depressed to take pics rn (I might make an OF or curvage or something if I can get back in the headspace and find somewhere to film), but literally any amount towards my ko-fi would be a great help right now. Ily guys, I’ll hopefully be able to get back into things once shit calms down more.

https://ko-fi.com/vampiricprince

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A Feeder's Dream Night

My first posted story!!! I'm a bit nervous, but only from the anticipation. Please enjoy.

Presented before you is a feeder-focused second-person narrative with all the expected outcomes of a bountiful feast cooked by you. I did drop in some details about X and the feeder for narrative context. Perhaps they may become established characters in the future. 

Fatal growls emerge from a coddled beast; your lover’s stomach begging for attention. The growls echoing against their empty, hollow walls they lay helpless. On their king-size bed, they bear their poor tummy’s rumbling outcries. Their displeased moans a testament to the accumulating gas. You staged their room for minimalist living: bedside drawer with no packaged snacks, a sliding door closet with no hint at food, and thrown off covers. Their hand rested across their face and their legs propped on the cold sheets--nothing to consume. X’s casual tee draping their silhouette and basketball shorts hugging their waistline. Their hand playing with the top fold of their deflated B belly. Sitting up, they committed to wandering out with a tired high and aura headache hitting behind their eye. You hear them open their door walking into the main room that utilized space for the kitchen, living room, and dining room. The kitchen in the far back. All fridges and cabinets barricaded by key with the key sitting in your pocket of course. X shuffled forward, attracted to the hot steaming cloud emitting from your cooking pan. You turn down the flame refocusing your attention to what sounded like a dying cat coming from your partner’s middle.

“Can I please eat now? I’m too hungry for this," they whined.

You greeted them by sliding your hands around them, feeling their belly.

“Gosh, you’re so empty.”

X responded with defeated grumbles.

“I’ll eat anything you give me, PLEASE just feed me.”

The plan’s fruition igniting the flames burning in your chest. X at your mercy. You return to your cooking station. The skillet you directed to the side simmering with golden crisped veggies. The final step in your preparation now a point of interest for your lethargic viewer. You pull down the oven allowing the aroma to trigger X’s senses. Their hand covering their mouth bracing the heat and another hand trying to muffle their vacant insides. You remind them.

“I know you will. Everything I give you.”

Glimmering in your eyes are two trays: mashed potato and a full roast. All going out tonight. You could visualize what you were going to fill X’s stomach with. The mash potatoes soaked in whole milk, sour cream, and salt. A thick layer of cheese on top. The roast sizzled in its own fat juices bathed in butter surrounded by shriveled herbs. You wanted X so full they couldn’t speak. Their capacity only capped by your desire.

The slam of the oven startled X who awaited your instructions. Groans vibrate from their lips letting you know they’re in perfect condition. You took notice of their pathetic attempt at hiding their current state. You give them your sweet words.

“Awwwww, baby. Don’t worry about that. I love you like this.”

X’s headache only a minor inconvenience now, they coo for your attention. You plant some reassuring kisses on their arm gentle enough to leave a small wet spot. The grumbles were short and moved under their rib cage. You comment on it.

“Your belly needs attention…..”

“Yes, yes please.”

“Go sit down and I’ll have it ready for you."

The headache pulsating inside their faint skull took your statement as a direct order falling into the chair. The support of the chair's board shifting back from the table.

"Thank you, baby." Your voice sweet and quiet. Your full focus on plating the most anticipated feast.

The evening garments reflect its planned nature. Your night outfit hugging your skin with a nice dark color. Silver jewelry as an accent with earrings that swung as you moved . Your brain lighting up with dopamine at every fashion choice X made with such an exhausted mind. The dark slacks and nice blouse falling onto their fat body not yet tight enough. The slacks cinched X's waistline noticeable enough that the top of their belly bulged out. The shirt hiding this temporarily their arm fat cocooned in the sleeves. They wore a few rings and a necklace to compliment their other choices.

You grabbed the first plate. A side of cranberry walnut salad with feta cheese—your choice of course. Flavor and quality were your priority and the balance of giving your lover the fullness they deserve should include nutritional consideration. Your smile finally bursted from your face as you felt the feeder tickles teasing down your spine. Your decorum only holding back for effect.

"Are you ready?"

"mhmmmmmm."

You used their shoulder to swivel around the chair finding the main course—the roast aerating from its juices. The warm underside of the serving plate featuring the flowers of red carnations and lilies around its border. A hunger pain makes its presence.

prrrrrrupppp.grrrrrrrrrrrrrr…….juuccccck.

"Sorry. Sorry… I—-"

"It's all yours, darling. No need to be sorry."

The roast fully carved you forked the thickest pieces serving X's barren plate. You kiss their cheek as you return to the kitchen reaching into the top cupboard rattling the glasses. Passionate sounds left X's mouth rewarding to your satisfaction.

"pffffttt. tehhheehhh. Let me get you a drink too."

You brought the curl of the wine opener to the cork twisting the top with the ambiance of a happy mouth. mhhhmmmmmm yes . You filled two glasses with red wine and brought them over letting your pointed shoes against the wood floor announce yourself.

You sit next to them parallel as X sits on the end filling their plate once more. You let them scavenge up their fill and you grab yourself one slice and a helpful serving of the salad. A sip of wine to comfort the succession of tonight's events follows.

X finally catches their breath with their second plate slightly full. A few bites of meat left. Their chest oscillating up and down. You reach your hand out.

"How is it baby?"

X joked, "Divine. I'll do my best to finish this for you."

With a pointed tone you affirm, "You will.""

You come closer using your hand to cup the beginnings of their full stomach.

You comment, "There's still enough room. Have a sip of wine with me."

The roast down to it's quarter size and the wine fully downed you rest your head in your hand spectating the view. Your portion finished 45 minutes ago, your wine remaining as you've allowed yourself to draw it out. You need to occupy yourself and be patient. The conversation is mostly one-sided with work-related rambles. You took delight in your lover's strained responses.

"The revenue from my projects has helped me prioritize other things. This meal is just the start of those luxuries."

"Mhmmmmm, yessssss. Hic. You take of me so well."

"I'll have to consider getting you new clothes soon," you observe as you play with the strained button in their middle.

"haaahee, sweetheart burrrpmhmmm. what are you doing?"

"Admiring you……."

You get up signaling them to push back and they push themselves back to allow room for you. You slide in between their spread legs and grab their face with your thumb and index finger holding their warm-flushed cheeks.

"I love you like this," you say again with fierce intensity. You take advantage of their position and give them a strong kiss.

"The meal tastes just as good on your lips."

"Kiss me again," X whispered.

Kiss.

"mhhhmmm"

Kiss.

You bend down with legs bent to attend to X's strained garments.

"Here, love. Let me help you with this."

"……it's so tight."

As you start to unbutton their garment you finally get to take in the visual spectacle. The input sparkling in your eyes. The tummy was unveiled, fully rounded, and slightly sagging from the weight. Another button. The top of their taut belly bulging. Another button. Your heart flutters watching their belly unleash. ziiiiiiiiiiipppppppp

"AUGGGGhhh, mhhhhhmmm. Thank you. That's much better."

X sighs compensating for their lack of deep breaths.

"I'm———huffff… Ready to eat again. Please?"

"Please? Your eagerness is soooooo attractive baby. I can't have you getting stuck on this rigid table. Here."

You stand up with a gentle pull on their arm.

"Come."

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Romantic/flirting feels like roleplaying to me no disrespect to all the alloromantics.

Plantoic encouragement is so underrated. Tell your friends to eat more and get fat NOW!!!

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Aspec identity and kink is a paradoxical dance that I can only witness from afar hoping I can memorize their movements

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If you need me, my face will be in a pillow pretending I’m smothering all of this big fish boy

Give that fish a feast of Chilean food, a pillow nest, and lots of belly rubs he's suffered enough

FINE i'll be nice 2 him

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A dom feedee telling me “look how fat you made me” would cure me.

Allow me to have agency to make you bigger.

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been dickin around with this nothing-ass little thing for like a week

[mild hunger, mild stuffing, brief mention of animal death]

"Hey, what's wrong?" Bruce took Leslie into his arms, immediately concerned by the sight of his hardy boyfriend crying. Leslie wasn't one to cry easily--not out of unhappiness, anyway. He'd get weepy at the sight of a sunset or break down over a happy ending, but when it came to getting upset, it took a lot to push him over the edge.

The answer, Bruce learned, listening patiently as Leslie struggled to stutter through his tears, was simply that he'd had a hard day. He'd started off tired after a lousy night's sleep, nothing had gone right, nobody had been kind, and the day wore down on him bit by bit until the final straw, a young bird falling to its death right in front of him, set off the waterworks. Bruce held him for a while, stroking his thick, fluffy hair--you're like a poodle, he said, and that got a laugh out of him--until he finally steadied himself.

"You're a s-s-saint, Bruce," Leslie sighed, laying his head against Bruce's shoulder. He would've calmed down just fine on his own, but it was certainly a lot easier with a big warm man holding him tight. They sat for a while longer in each other's arms, still on the porch, listening to the quiet sounds of the world around them, until they were interrupted by a rumble from Leslie's belly. Bruce looked down at him, and Leslie looked just as surprised as he was.

"Hey, didn't you eat today?" Leslie thought about that, bewildered, until a look of realization came over him.

"Oh, kn-kn-knucklehead! I missed lunch," he exclaimed with a laugh. "I guess that didn't h-h-h-help." He'd forgotten all about that; it wasn't a common occurrence for him, but the flow of the miserable day had slipped him right past it, too busy with other tasks and thrown off by the lousy mood to even think about it.

"Well, why don't you come in for some waffles? There's still batter left from this morning," said Bruce, rubbing Leslie's arm as he turned to open the door.

"Aw, you're a d-d-double saint."

Bruce was famous for his homemade waffles, sweet and fluffy and fresh from an oversized waffle iron that guaranteed a fabulously filling breakfast--or late lunch, in cases like today. Today, despite the odd timing, happened to be an extra lucky case, because Teddy had brought home a big basket of strawberries from Leah's house, and Bruce chopped up a few of them to throw on top. Leslie held him around the waist from behind while he cooked, leaning his head against Bruce's shoulder and humming a cheerful little tune, his eyes still red and damp. His tummy rumbled again, woken up and tantalized by the warm smell wafting around their heads.

It wasn't long before the waffles were ready, and the two sat down at the little kitchen table, each with two and a half on their plate. They'd both insisted that the other take the extra waffle, but after a minute of back and forth, Bruce had finally split it, and that was that. Three of the massive waffles would have been a bit much for anybody anyway, especially, in this case, Leslie, who was smaller and slimmer than his big buff partner. Bruce could've put them away without much trouble, but the serving would have been too much for Leslie's slender belly. As a matter of fact, he wasn't sure he'd even be able to get through the two and a half. Still, as hungry as he was, he was going to put in a good effort.

"I'm so l-l-l-lucky to have a guy like y-y-you," said Leslie, smiling softly at Bruce as he poked his fork into a bit of strawberry. "You're a good cook, you're a sweetheart, you're, uh, p-p-p-pretty good-lookin'…" He popped the berry in his mouth with a grin.

"Aw, please," Bruce grinned, reaching over to give Leslie's fluffy head an affectionate ruffle. Leslie leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek and ate another bite of waffle.

The two chatted and laughed together as they enjoyed their lunch, the hunger and the misery both fading away quickly, and it wasn't long before Leslie found himself feeling full. He'd only gotten through half the plate so far, but there was a definite snugness in his belly, though it certainly wasn't unpleasant. The warm weight of the bulky carbs was cozy and comforting. He could have been content to quit there, but it was hard to put down the fork--the waffles were lovely, after all, and he still had space for a little more.

Their paces slowed as their plates emptied, and Bruce was soon finished. It wasn't difficult for him; he was six foot four with the appetite of an athlete, and the meal left him pleasantly full. It was, however, growing difficult for Leslie. Only that last half a waffle remained on his plate, and he was beginning to realize it would be a mistake to finish it. His belly felt taut, not upset or painful but just on the edge of discomfort, and he had no intention of stumbling over that edge. He stretched and leaned back in his seat, his worn sweatshirt lifting with his arms to reveal the snug curve of his full tummy. Bruce reached out and gave it a fond pat. Without a word, a sleepy smile on his face, Leslie stuck the remaining half waffle with his fork and plopped it onto Bruce's plate.

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every time I come across feedist/weight gain art I metaphorically toss a coin into the offering dish that is passed through the pews

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Making weird stuff before I go to schooooooool~ Clark is such a tease. :P

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I'd like everyone to see this information for the betterment of our community and safety of those who are vulnerable. I may have a small account, but I want my viewers to be aware of this issue and to add tags to your blacklist as this post suggest.

okay I know this is not what anyone wants to see while they’re on their horny account but we seriously need to have a conversation about how to recognize underage blogs because I’m getting real concerned about the number of people I’ve been seeing the past couple days seemingly unknowingly interacting with blogs that are full of coded messages about how the user running them is a minor advertising CSAM

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I love your page!

It was made with the intention to please all that come across it.

*passess out on the floor*

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I need a divine intervention after viewing this.

Work office excursion today, didn't realise how ill fitting this shirt was until I sat down oops

Been driving me crazy all day tho 😵‍💫 especially after the free lunch 🤤

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lowkey a visual for my last story post......I------

Guess who finally decided to draw kink art based on his fav characters

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A Feeder's Dream Night

My first posted story!!! I'm a bit nervous, but only from the anticipation. Please enjoy.

Presented before you is a feeder-focused second-person narrative with all the expected outcomes of a bountiful feast cooked by you. I did drop in some details about X and the feeder for narrative context. Perhaps they may become established characters in the future. 

Fatal growls emerge from a coddled beast; your lover’s stomach begging for attention. The growls echoing against their empty, hollow walls they lay helpless. On their king-size bed, they bear their poor tummy’s rumbling outcries. Their displeased moans a testament to the accumulating gas. You staged their room for minimalist living: bedside drawer with no packaged snacks, a sliding door closet with no hint at food, and thrown off covers. Their hand rested across their face and their legs propped on the cold sheets--nothing to consume. X’s casual tee draping their silhouette and basketball shorts hugging their waistline. Their hand playing with the top fold of their deflated B belly. Sitting up, they committed to wandering out with a tired high and aura headache hitting behind their eye. You hear them open their door walking into the main room that utilized space for the kitchen, living room, and dining room. The kitchen in the far back. All fridges and cabinets barricaded by key with the key sitting in your pocket of course. X shuffled forward, attracted to the hot steaming cloud emitting from your cooking pan. You turn down the flame refocusing your attention to what sounded like a dying cat coming from your partner’s middle.

“Can I please eat now? I’m too hungry for this," they whined.

You greeted them by sliding your hands around them, feeling their belly.

“Gosh, you’re so empty.”

X responded with defeated grumbles.

“I’ll eat anything you give me, PLEASE just feed me.”

The plan’s fruition igniting the flames burning in your chest. X at your mercy. You return to your cooking station. The skillet you directed to the side simmering with golden crisped veggies. The final step in your preparation now a point of interest for your lethargic viewer. You pull down the oven allowing the aroma to trigger X’s senses. Their hand covering their mouth bracing the heat and another hand trying to muffle their vacant insides. You remind them.

“I know you will. Everything I give you.”

Glimmering in your eyes are two trays: mashed potato and a full roast. All going out tonight. You could visualize what you were going to fill X’s stomach with. The mash potatoes soaked in whole milk, sour cream, and salt. A thick layer of cheese on top. The roast sizzled in its own fat juices bathed in butter surrounded by shriveled herbs. You wanted X so full they couldn’t speak. Their capacity only capped by your desire.

The slam of the oven startled X who awaited your instructions. Groans vibrate from their lips letting you know they’re in perfect condition. You took notice of their pathetic attempt at hiding their current state. You give them your sweet words.

“Awwwww, baby. Don’t worry about that. I love you like this.”

X’s headache only a minor inconvenience now, they coo for your attention. You plant some reassuring kisses on their arm gentle enough to leave a small wet spot. The grumbles were short and moved under their rib cage. You comment on it.

“Your belly needs attention…..”

“Yes, yes please.”

“Go sit down and I’ll have it ready for you."

The headache pulsating inside their faint skull took your statement as a direct order falling into the chair. The support of the chair's board shifting back from the table.

"Thank you, baby." Your voice sweet and quiet. Your full focus on plating the most anticipated feast.

The evening garments reflect its planned nature. Your night outfit hugging your skin with a nice dark color. Silver jewelry as an accent with earrings that swung as you moved . Your brain lighting up with dopamine at every fashion choice X made with such an exhausted mind. The dark slacks and nice blouse falling onto their fat body not yet tight enough. The slacks cinched X's waistline noticeable enough that the top of their belly bulged out. The shirt hiding this temporarily their arm fat cocooned in the sleeves. They wore a few rings and a necklace to compliment their other choices.

You grabbed the first plate. A side of cranberry walnut salad with feta cheese—your choice of course. Flavor and quality were your priority and the balance of giving your lover the fullness they deserve should include nutritional consideration. Your smile finally bursted from your face as you felt the feeder tickles teasing down your spine. Your decorum only holding back for effect.

"Are you ready?"

"mhmmmmmm."

You used their shoulder to swivel around the chair finding the main course—the roast aerating from its juices. The warm underside of the serving plate featuring the flowers of red carnations and lilies around its border. A hunger pain makes its presence.

prrrrrrupppp.grrrrrrrrrrrrrr…….juuccccck.

"Sorry. Sorry… I—-"

"It's all yours, darling. No need to be sorry."

The roast fully carved you forked the thickest pieces serving X's barren plate. You kiss their cheek as you return to the kitchen reaching into the top cupboard rattling the glasses. Passionate sounds left X's mouth rewarding to your satisfaction.

"pffffttt. tehhheehhh. Let me get you a drink too."

You brought the curl of the wine opener to the cork twisting the top with the ambiance of a happy mouth. mhhhmmmmmm yes . You filled two glasses with red wine and brought them over letting your pointed shoes against the wood floor announce yourself.

You sit next to them parallel as X sits on the end filling their plate once more. You let them scavenge up their fill and you grab yourself one slice and a helpful serving of the salad. A sip of wine to comfort the succession of tonight's events follows.

X finally catches their breath with their second plate slightly full. A few bites of meat left. Their chest oscillating up and down. You reach your hand out.

"How is it baby?"

X joked, "Divine. I'll do my best to finish this for you."

With a pointed tone you affirm, "You will.""

You come closer using your hand to cup the beginnings of their full stomach.

You comment, "There's still enough room. Have a sip of wine with me."

The roast down to it's quarter size and the wine fully downed you rest your head in your hand spectating the view. Your portion finished 45 minutes ago, your wine remaining as you've allowed yourself to draw it out. You need to occupy yourself and be patient. The conversation is mostly one-sided with work-related rambles. You took delight in your lover's strained responses.

"The revenue from my projects has helped me prioritize other things. This meal is just the start of those luxuries."

"Mhmmmmm, yessssss. Hic. You take of me so well."

"I'll have to consider getting you new clothes soon," you observe as you play with the strained button in their middle.

"haaahee, sweetheart burrrpmhmmm. what are you doing?"

"Admiring you……."

You get up signaling them to push back and they push themselves back to allow room for you. You slide in between their spread legs and grab their face with your thumb and index finger holding their warm-flushed cheeks.

"I love you like this," you say again with fierce intensity. You take advantage of their position and give them a strong kiss.

"The meal tastes just as good on your lips."

"Kiss me again," X whispered.

Kiss.

"mhhhmmm"

Kiss.

You bend down with legs bent to attend to X's strained garments.

"Here, love. Let me help you with this."

"……it's so tight."

As you start to unbutton their garment you finally get to take in the visual spectacle. The input sparkling in your eyes. The tummy was unveiled, fully rounded, and slightly sagging from the weight. Another button. The top of their taut belly bulging. Another button. Your heart flutters watching their belly unleash. ziiiiiiiiiiipppppppp

"AUGGGGhhh, mhhhhhmmm. Thank you. That's much better."

X sighs compensating for their lack of deep breaths.

"I'm———huffff… Ready to eat again. Please?"

"Please? Your eagerness is soooooo attractive baby. I can't have you getting stuck on this rigid table. Here."

You stand up with a gentle pull on their arm.

"Come."

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This invokes the most primal urge. I WANT TO SCUUMB TO TUMMY. PLEASE

It’s been so long get this man a drink

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i don't wanna go to bed early for work!! i wanna stay up and be spooned and fed treats and verbally praised for being a good tubby fatass. comfy and warm. i need a deep, gentle, yet firm voice in my ear telling me how fat I'm going to get.

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Recent Change ~

I've played around with how I want my account to look, and I like the theme I've chosen. 

When I thought about my relationship with feederism, I considered how I should express that role. Thus, I thought the presentation of a feast adorned with a cornucopia would suit as such. The symbol of abundance and nourishment and, of course, overindulgence in this context. 

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