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More.

That’s your favourite word now. It doesn’t matter how much I bring to you. How rich and fattening, decadent and heavy. Nothing is enough to satiate you.

You eat until it hurts. The moans that pour out of you indistinguishable between pleasure or pain. Excess is all you care about anymore.

It started with curiosity, and a normal, healthy appetite. Why hold back? Why not give in? Just a little. How foolish of you to wonder such things. You should have known moderation was never one of your strong suits. Just look at where it’s gotten you now.

Just once. Isn’t that what you said? Just to see how it feels. I can still see the modest spread of your first fast food haul. Modest compared to your average meal nowadays, of course. For that tiny you of the past, your eyes seemed larger than your stomach. Initial excitement waning within the first twenty minutes. This is the point any normal person would stop. Not you though.

What was it that possessed you to keep going? What dark desire deep within you told you that this was only the beginning? Whatever it was caused your eyes to glaze over as you almost robotically continued to shovel food down your gullet. The dull ache in your stomach rose to a crescendo of pleasure that washed over your body like nothing you had ever experienced. This was the point of no return.

Just once. How naïve. Just once in a blue moon. Sure.

Once a month became once a week, before turning into a daily affair. Perhaps by now “Once“ could be considered somewhat accurate. That is if you consider your life now to be one unending display of pure gluttony.

More. There is always more. More bags of greasy burgers and fries. More boxes of donuts you finish by the dozen. More family sized sheet cakes never touched by a fork as you much prefer to cram them down your throat with your bare hands.

You’re addicted. From that very first time you have been unable to stop. The rush of blood to your loins took hold of you and never let go. The mere thought of eating sends a shiver down your spine and a warmth between your thighs. By now, you rarely think of much else.

More.

That’s one of the only things I hear from you nowadays. You hate feeding yourself, preferring instead to defer the task to me while caress the mass of your quivering form, another thing you always want more of. Sometimes you’ll wrap your heavy arms around me as I straddle your thigh. There’s no hope of me fitting across your wide hips anymore. Your pillowy biceps are thicker than my waist. I feel their weight press tighter into me with every swallow. You only stop when you can no longer speak through your moans and heavy breathing.  

When you refuse to part your lips for me to take another bite, I help guide you into a further reclined position and get to work on easing your overstretched gut. The wobbling mountain of belly before me is several times my size alone. Rolls upon rolls blanket your form as a trophy of your unquenchable indulgence. Soft as dough, and so much more delightful to knead. You’ve grown so massive that even with the immensity of you meals, you never look noticeably stuffed like you used to. Instead I have to sink my fingers several inches into the layer of blubber over your upper tummy to feel the turgid mass of you packed stomach. It never fails to take my breath away.

I deepen my massage and your breath quickens. You shudder, sending ripples across your abundant flesh. Your hips attempt to roll and thrust beneath me, and your hundreds of excess pounds. I feel the rumbling under your flab intensify. I push harder to help you relieve the growing pressure. A soft whine escapes your lips before the pressure releases in a deep, bellowing belch that tapers into a moan. You continue to groan and squirm underneath me. Are you okay, baby? How are you feeling?

“More.” is the only reply I get.

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Sometimes I wish I could just sack off work to read all day whilst stuffing my brains out~~

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Breakfast of champions~

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I’m really starting to get sleepy most days around this kinda time.

Wish it was socially acceptable to have a mandated snack and nap time as an adult :/

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You get home and head straight for your comfy chair, your soft belly sitting on your lap. Your shirt rides up and I see a flash of embarrassment run across your face as you quickly pull it back down. Your hand lingers on your soft belly for a moment, as if you hadn't realised just how big it had grown, just how fat you'd eaten yourself. I watch you blush again as the realisation suddenly hits you, your hand snapping away from your gut as if that will suddenly make you slim again.

I smile sweetly and place some snacks down next to you , giving you a kiss on your cheek as you mumble that you're not hungry. I just smile and tell you to relax, you deserve it after a long day at work. It's only so long before your willpower runs out and you start sneakily eating the snacks. I walk past a few times to discreetly fill up the bowl, making sure you have plenty to mindlessly stuff yourself on. As your hand finally hits an empty bowl, I see your cheeks flush red again and you instinctively shift in your chair, attempting in vain to pull your shirt back down.

Here sweetheart, I have dinner for you. I watch your greedy eyes widen as you see the gigantic plate of food coming towards you. "Babe, I'm not that hungry, it's too much food" you plead with me "Aw just eat what you can, I don't want to have to go back and take food off!" I reply, an innocent smile on my face. You eat ravenously, moaning quietly with joy as you push forkful after forkful into your mouth. I make sure I only steal short glances at you. I don't want you to be aware that I'm watching you as you stuff yourself silly. I heard your fork scraping on an empty plate and look up to meet your gaze. You're blushing again.

Your chubby face is glowing red now, small remnants of food linger around your mouth as you hold my gaze. I lick my lips before delicately asking

"Would you like some more, sweetheart?"

You look away, put a hand on your belly before gently nodding. I return with another, fully loaded plate. You look up and begin to protest but I'm too fast. I swoop down and place my hand on your stuffed belly, delightedly giving it a small squeeze, feeling the permanent layer of softness that has been growing. I kiss you on your cheek and gently whisper "it's okay, a growing boy like you needs lots of food". You say nothing, I can feel the heat from your cheeks as they burn with embarrassment. But you pick up the fork again, and I know you won't be putting it back down until every last piece of food has been eaten.

You sit there dangerously stuffed full, your breathing heavy. I see another flash of red hot embarrassment as I grab your empty plate once again. "Let me get you some dessert" I say to you. Before you even have time to protest, I undo the button on your jeans and your stuffed belly plops out onto your lap. You can't help but let out a moan of relief as your stuffed belly has new room to occupy. I return with a large slice of cake and quickly sit down next to you, preparing a large forkful and holding it up to your mouth in one smooth movement. "It's okay sweetheart, you just enjoy yourself. I know how much you like your food, you don't have to be embarrassed about it, or about how your body is growing and changing. You just enjoy yourself and keep mindlessly eating. "

You look at me stunned for a second, processing everything I just said to you. You subconsciously lick your lips before letting out a sigh of relief. You open your mouth and moan lightly again as the flavours hit your tongue. I watch your face reflect the pleasure you experience as you devour the slice of cake, your stuffed belly protesting against your continued hedonism, but you don't stop. You can't stop now. When you finally finish the last bite of cake, you lean back in the chair, blushing again as you hear it creak and groan against your weight. Your breathing is heavy and laborious. I smile at you once again, before giving you a kiss on your cheek. "Now, that belly sounds like it needs a good rub whilst you carry on relaxing" you blush again but don't protest. You don't need to any more. We both know that you're fat. Stuffed and stretched out, and still hungry. Destined to grow even fatter. You nod gently before hesitantly asking "Can I have some more of that cake first?" I smile wide. You're finally ready to embrace growing fat for me.

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Soft, pale, early morning tum…

Apologies for the poor angles, I’m not so flexible~~

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Enjoy these, feeling plump in bed~~

So totally didn’t have someone walk into my room unannounced as I was taking these.

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Very useful hack🎒

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rubbing a fat boy’s bloated belly, filled with rich food and drink, trying to help him make room for the equally decadent dessert you’ve prepared.

he shifts and groans, the movement adding more pressure to his already swollen gut. you squirm a little on his lap; he looks so helpless with that fattened gut, and you wish you could both get what you want right now. but there’s still more left, and what kind of feeder would you be if you left your greedy boy with leftovers?

your practiced hands slide over the taught skin and he shivers, hips pressing up into you for any type of friction. you feel a particularly tight part and press the heel of your palm down. the pocket of air shifts and he belches low and deep, sighing with audible relief. heat floods your face and body.

“ohh, good boy.” you say, pressing down again and eliciting another burp and moan. “feel better?” you ask, and he nods, face red with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. “just a couple more of those and we can finally start on dessert.”

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Minor vent post.

Struggling with friendship stuff the past few months due to my friend group being uncommunicative dicks.

This whole issue started with a gig but yet none of them want to talk over what happened and clear shit up.

The main offended party ignores me all the time, regardless of what I do. Another I straight up haven’t heard from.

Both me and the offended party are neurodiverse, yet we have different needs and stressors in situations. There’s a lot to get into but it’s all private stuff.

The other two takes ages to respond and refuse to take sides meaning I don’t actually have someone to talk it out with. Like these are my closest friends and yet I feel incredible isolated and ostracised.

Just wanted to vent a bit😭 thanks.

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Could you do a fic where a feedee goes and stays with someone like extend family. They fatten them up and when it’s time to leave they cant/ don’t want to leave???

Well, I guess this wouldn’t be so bad. I’d pick staying with extended family over staying in a college dorm any day! It had a nearly familiar sense to it as I watched some kids run around the house, playing. “Hey! Outside! Don’t track mud in here with your friends! What have I told you!” Another family member said as I chuckled, greeting them with a hug as they led me into my room, past the room of a tubby person who was eating cake in bed while watching tv.

Man, that was the dream, but I supposed my expression spoke differently as the other looked over their shoulder, saying, “They’re a feedee. You know? We like to keep them happy.“ Happy was just another word for fat… “Really?” I gasped. Sure I didn’t look it, since I could still feel a toned stomach under a thin layer of fat from living under my immediate family’s roof, but I was definitely a feedee! I had always wanted to gain weight and get stairs from people for being fat. “I’m a feedee too!” I said, running in front of them with a huge smile as they rose a brow. “But… you’re so thin.” They frowned before asking, “Unless that shirt’s hiding something?” They made a soft sound as I shook my head, raising my shirt enough to show my stomach. “Oh man. We have a lot of work to do, don’t we? …Do you have any limits to how fat you want to be?” They asked as I shrugged.

“I don’t know. I’ve always been pretty skinny because of my family so… we’ll see as we go I guess.” I mean, I still wanted to be able to walk around I was pretty sure, but there was a lot of pounds to be gained before I could even begin to worry about that. “Yeah. Well, I am a feeder, so I usually make pretty big meals. After you get settled in and finish any schoolwork you need to do come on into the kitchen and I’ll make you something. No judgement.”

Oh man! It was a dream come true! There was always some kind of snack food around, and within a month or two I was beginning to see a little stomach forming. Even when I hadn’t eaten anything during the morning it still stuck out a bit, was soft, and made it just a little bit harder to button the pants I had come in.

“Hey, so, I am starting to gain weight, but, I wanna take this to the next level, you know? Put on a lot of weight! Like, this is a little muffin top right now, and I want it to be bigger. These are the same jeans I came in with.” I said, rolling my eyes, unaware that the pants I was wearing were actually a size bigger than the pants I came in with were, and that if I was wearing those pants, I would have a much bigger muffin top.

I talked with them for a few minutes, and noticed that the next meal was much bigger, and that I was encouraged to unbutton my pants as we all ate together. I was glad I did. I walked into my room, breathing as sigh as I laid down on my bed. Even with a rubbed tummy I felt like I couldn’t move. I was a solid ball, and if breakfast was anything like dinner, that wasn’t going to change. Although I did find it much easier to move in the morning, and was starting to notice what used to be my tiny tummy, was growing into a large belly, that struggled to fit into my pants as I laid down to button them and went out to tell everybody the good news!

I didn’t notice it at the time, but my stomach was starting to jiggle with every step. And that was just the first thing, as my studies went on I found it harder to find pants that fit, to get out of bed, walking around the house without sitting down was getting to be a struggle.

“Wow, little piggy. You’ve gained a lot of weight this past year, haven’t you?” A family friend said, poking my belly as they sat down next to me. “I had no idea a person could be so fat. Where were you walking to? The bathroom?” They teased, laughing as panted, looking down at my enormous belly. “I feel so fat.” I muttered. “Well yeah, you’re huge. You don’t think everybody hasn’t noticed, do you? You burst out of your last jeans a long time ago, and now you only wear sweatpants, even to class! You’re not fat, you’re obese. You’re obese because that’s what you want. You want to stuff your face every waking hour, struggle out of bed, and go to do it all again! I bet you don’t even want to go to school anymore.”

I had been skipping classes more and more… It was just so hard to get to class these days!

Oh no. I gasped, sitting on the large bed that I was struggling to get out of as I looked down at myself. I had a limit. I still wanted to get out and into class! And I was getting too fat to walk. To get out of bed… I had grown out of my college seats awhile ago. I huffed, waddling as I got out of bed to talk to my family.

I needed to leave! I needed to lose some of this weight! “You should have told us you had a limit piggy.” They said as I groaned in frustration. “I didn’t know!” I didn’t know what my limit was back then! I had been skinny! “Because you’re never going to lose the weight now. Don’t you think after gaining so much weight you can stand to going on a diet. You’d break after a day and put on even more weight.”

“No! I’ll lose the weight! I’ll prove it! I’m leaving!” I said, grabbing my keys. I could pick up my stuff later, but right now I had to get my fatass out of this stupid house! “Oh sure sure… By the way, we’re having a lot of friends over, so we parked your car up the block. I hope that’s alright.”

“What? You don’t think I can even walk that far?” I asked, turning toward them. I was already sweating and tired from standing so long, but I was going to make it to my car! I was not fat enough to fail that!

I didn’t even make it to the halfway point by the time I had to stop. And that’s where they picked me up from, shushing me as they said, “Come on. Lets get our fat little piggy back into the house. You must be tired after all that walking. We’ll make you a big meal for it, okay? You don’t really need to walk anyway. There’s always online classes.”

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Guys

The testosterone is really working.

I’m hungry and horny.

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Okay, real talk quick.

I’ve had a couple people in my DMs, which is fine because they’re open. My issue is that they clearly don’t actually check my pinned?

I’ve had it a few times now where people have started conversations by calling me a girl or something very effeminate. Which I don’t like?

I had one where someone literally opened the conversation with: “heyyy chubby girl”

And then when I corrected them, they were like “oh sorry lol”.

I just want to say, please be more respectful when starting DMs with someone, I know it’s a repeat topic in the community about respect. But it is so so important, regardless of whether you’re cis or trans.

I know I’m early days on t so I could look more feminine but from what I’ve posted there’s no indication that I’m a woman or fem? It’s baffling me a little.

It just kinda sucks ass a bit, like I do love the aspects of myself that are more feminine but they’re not what I’m posting on here for— nor do they correlate to what I post. And I’m not a major fan of having that femininity thrown at me, I’ve had some experiences in the past that make it a touchy subject for me.

Thank you.

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Someone’s getting heavy~

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Regency AU for Natasha and Aiden, I may or may not be working on a bigger comic featuring them

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Feedist Kinktober '24: Day 10 🌕 Full Moon

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Morning softness~