teasingfeeder

[teasingfeeder]

Let’s try a different style of content (to me). Feedback encouraged plssss 💕

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“You’re gonna pop.”

You say it every night now. Not out of concern—out of pride? Like you’re looking at a trophy or a new achievement.

I’m curled up on the couch, or at least trying to be. There’s no curling anymore, just shifting and rebalancing. Honestly I’m hoping the mountain that is my belly won’t roll me off the edge entirely.

I groan as I try to lean forward, one hand trying to hold my underbelly like it might fall off my body without support.

You’re already there, placing a pillow behind my back and another under my knees; you know I’m too far gone to adjust myself.

“Still full?” you ask, holding up a plate like a question you already know the answer to.

Of course I’m still full. You made me eat three full helpings of pasta an hour ago, telling me about how good I looked chewing with my cheeks full. Meanwhile I could feel my belly swelling with every bite. I told you I couldn’t finish the second plate, and then you fed me the third anyway—spoonful by spoonful.

Rubbing my bump with your free hand, you shushed me; whispering about how round I’m getting, how tight my skin looks, how I was made for this.

And I let you.

I shift again, my thighs spreading wider just to accommodate the heaviness of my belly. The fabric of my stretched maternity tank top rides up automatically now, unable to keep up with my growing size.

You sit down next to me and place the plate on my lap—well, what used to be my lap. Now it balances on the top of my belly. I draw in a sharp breath just from the little bit of added weight.

“Just a few bites,” you say, as if you haven’t said that for the last two weeks straight. You don’t wait for an answer. You scoop up the chocolate mousse and bring the spoon to my lips.

I hesitate. I feel the fullness and pressure against my ribs. But the spoon is there, and your gaze is so patient it’s impossible to say no to.

I open my mouth.

It’s good. You hum your approval and spoon in another bite, then another. You don’t stop until I groan and let my head fall back, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. You set the tray aside and place your hands over the sides of my belly, your thumbs stroking across the tight skin.

“You’re so good like this,” you continue, like you’re proud of me. Like you own me. “So full. So slow. Just how I like you.”

I try to breathe away the pressure, squirming and my fingers twitching against the cushions. My whole body feels like it’s been pushed past the point of no return—soft and sore and distended, built for nothing except carrying what you put in me.

I want to be mad. Or bratty. Or defiant. But I just nod, eyelids heavy.

“Can’t move,” I moan.

“That’s the point.”

You kiss my forehead, then the top of my belly. Then you settle in beside me, one hand resting possessively over the middle of my belly.

“You’ll eat more later.”

[teasingfeeder]

Someone just needs to stuff and feed this pig already, look at her, she's begging for it. She's so obscenely obese that she's clearly already given in. All it would take is someone to take the reigns and she'd quickly balloon into a quarter ton of desperate and helpless blubber. As pathetic as she'd become, you'd truly be doing her a favor, she clearly has lost the battle between the logical part of her brain and the part that is desperately horny by the idea of being a helpless blob. There's never been a better time to be a feeder when there's hogs like this, just waiting around for you to turn them into blimps

Ready to be stuffed and used 🤭

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Every year my hometown throws a huge Memorial Day party in the town park. I’ve gone since I can remember. It’s one giant food festival basically and I think that is where I got my love for food from. I always stayed late and snuck plate after plate of food each and every year. By my senior year of high school I had a sizable gut weighing around 230 (I’m 5’5”). I have since been through 6 years of college (procrastinating because a bloated belly doesn’t get to class fast enough) and 6 more years of Halloween to thanksgiving to Christmas to new years stuffings AND 6 more years of Memorial Day food festivals. I am proud to say, my fat gut obtained festival greatness the other day. I broke the bench I was sitting on near the end of the night right after finishing off 3 more plates of funnel cake. Thankfully I was sitting next to some guys who helped me up to my feet but they were all so disgusted at my gigantic surging gut, which was very out for the world to see since my shorts weren’t even buttoned when I left the house in the morning. Long story short, I had to call an uber because I couldn’t fit in my car door and when I finally made it home I had to weigh myself because I felt I had eaten more than ever in my life and darn I was right. I weighed in at a whopping 483. I’m wet thinking about that now. I’m going to go eat, typing this used too many calories.

I really don't have much to add to this. You know you're a ridiculously fat hog, and you've given in to it at this point. You know your weight is just gonna get higher, and you're just going to get more pathetic, and it turns you on. So go for it big girl, eat yourself massive. And next year, take a mobility scooter to the party, you'll need it.

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Art by Habutton

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You're so inflated with blubber you look rounder than you are tall! You must feel huge, with that gut of yours out past your knees. We both know you're just gonna keep growing even more though, at the size you are now though, doing anything besides sitting on your growing rear and eating probably feels like too much effort. Parked on the couch with an endless supply of food to stuff yourself with is where big girls like you belong anyways.

I just keep growing 🥴

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I have a small dilemma and I will explain. I was always fat as a kid, grew up fat, ate like I was fat, snuck food like I was fat. I was big. I graduated high school at 276 ( I’m 5’5”) and then graduated college at 452. I got a nice cushy desk job after graduating and continued to eat like I had my whole life, maybe possibly more. I ended up putting on 21 pounds in my first month. None of my clothes fit properly and my pants literally exploded, the stitches all ripped down the left side and the button was gone. This wasn’t even close to my first clothing accident, not even in public, but the stares and the jeers and the comments made me feel horrible. I lost confidence in myself and who I had always been. This was about 2 and a half years ago now, and I’ve been miserable with myself. I have lost weight and I’m down to 294 now. I am always hungry, I am always craving, I am always wanting to devour entire pigs and cows. I have decided I want to eat again, but my dilemma is how big should I let myself get this time???

Jesus, just give up and find a feeder already. You're still nearly 300lbs and only 5'5, that's huge, and that's after years of trying to lose weight. Its pretty obvious you were meant to be a fat cow and should just give up. Gaining nearly 200lbs during college is just ridiculous too, and 21 pounds in a month is even more so, you'd have to be eating almost constantly to do that and yet you act like its something that just happens. Now that you're eating again you're gonna end up huge, 500lbs at least, but at least with a feeder it wont matter how big you let yourself get, even if you cant get yourself out of the bed, you'll still have food being brought to you.

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The girl from april here.. so I've been doing some serious thinking and soul-searching since my last post. I have to admit, I'm kind of giving into it. I mean, why not? I'm over 260 lbs now, and honestly, I feel a strange sense of freedom in that. It's like I'm finally letting go of all those old insecurities and just embracing who I am - all of me.

But let me tell you, it's not all sunshine and rainbows. I'm still scared and conflicted. There's this little voice in my head that keeps whispering, "What if this is all just a fantasy for him?" But then I look at him, and I see the genuine love and adoration in his eyes, and I can't help but feel like maybe, just maybe, this is real.

I found his Tumblr, and yeah, it was a shock at first. But now, I'm starting to see it as a chance to explore something new. I mean, who wouldn't want to be desired for who they are, right? And he does desire me - all of me. So, I'm thinking of taking a leap of faith and just going with it.

I'm imagining myself in something that hasn't fit me in ages, feeling the fabric stretch and give way to my curves. I can almost see the look on his face when he sees me like that - pure, unadulterated joy. And maybe, just maybe, I'll find a part of myself that I never knew existed. A part that loves being a feedee, that thrives on the attention and the pleasure of being desired for my size.

So, here's to embracing the unknown, to letting go of the fear, and to finding joy in the journey. I'm not sure where this will take me, but I'm ready to find out. Wish me luck, and maybe, just maybe, I'll see you on the other side of this wild ride lol

Good luck big girl, and don't forget to have fun with it. Not sure what you mean by 'see you on the other side' but I'll cross my fingers it means we'll be seeing you waddling around over 400lbs someday soon, completely resigned to the life of a fattened hog as your bf gleefully continues to fatten you even bigger.

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God its ridiculous that you're so inflated with blubber and food that this what you see when you look down.

This isn't the view of a girl who just cant control her appetite and simply got fat, its the view of a girl who's intentionally cramming as many fattening calories into her swelling body as she can, every chance she gets, because she finds it arousing.

Its the view of a girl who, instead of dieting when she feels ashamed from all the shocked stares she gets because she's grown into a fat pig , goes on a fast food binge because it makes her too horny to think straight.

Its the view of a girl who, when she's a ever higher number staring back at her on the scale, begins to soak her panties.

Its the view of a girl who feels pathetic for getting winded just getting off the couch, but still desperately wants to sit right back down and continue eating

Its the veiw of a girl who looks and feels like a parade float waddling her obese body to the fridge, but still wants more because she's too far gone to stop.

Its the view of a girl who knows she's becoming too helplessly obese to do anything but be a fattened play thing for a domineering feeder, who's just going to force her to get even bigger.

Its the view of a girl who's going to cum her brains out to all of this, while stuffing herself, dreaming of the day she's to fattened to get herself off and has to beg her feeder to do it for her like a pathetic hog.

my pov is my favorite 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 just this big protruding belly bloated beyond belief.. i can’t stop grabbing and rubbing her. god my upper belly is.. fuck so mesmerizing i love growing.

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Knees aching from supporting your weight in the decreasingly few moments you're not sitting on your fat ass, belly swollen up bigger than ever and groaning from the ever larger meals being forced into it, body obscenely obese and struggling to expand and accommodate more and more blubber, and still you want more. You want to eat more, you want to weigh more, you want to be bigger, more helpless, more pathetic. You're simultaneously ashamed and turned on, and then even more ashamed that it's turning you on. The bigger you get, the more pathetic and ashamed you feel, but the more turned on it makes you, so you eat and eat to make it all that much more shameful. Such is life as a feedee.

This is the difference between casually and secretly being into gaining weight and just letting it take over your life and exploding with fat to the point your knees ache.

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How long have you been a feeder for ?

Over 10 years now, basically since I was a teenager

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Does it matter porker? You're going to chug it down as fast as your bloated body can handle regardless of if I tell you about all the heavy creme and cake batter I've been putting in to them. Obviously they're turning you into an obese whale, but we both know you're too addicted to stop. So be a good girl and finish this shake, I've got another in the blender to top you off with. And no, I don't care that you already weigh 500lbs, I want to see you get bigger.

ummmm, baaaaabe? what the HECK have you been putting in those shakes???

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You know she's a well fed hog when just laying there jiggling her gut makes her out of breath. The poor thing is probably too turned on to stop at this point. It's going to be fun watching her eat herself even fatter

Wobbling my piggy lard in bed after a massive stuffing.. I didn’t even realise I was breathing like so heavily until I watched the vid back and heard myself almost grunting because of how massively overfed I was 🐷🐷🐷

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How come you're not eating?

Come on, how's a gluttonous feedee pig like you meant to grow if you're not constantly shoveling empty calories into your greedy face? Don't you want to be a big, fat, jiggling mass of cellulite and rolls? I thought so! Now go grab yourself a snack, like the good piggy you are :)

I'm not joking.

I mean it, go get something to eat. I don't care what it is - It can be a chocolate bar, it can be a bag of chips, it can even be a piece of fruit. The important part is that you do as you're told, fatty.

If you're not chewing on something tasty yet, then stop reading this post right now and don't continue until you've got something to mindlessly graze on while you finish reading. It'll still be here for you to read once you get back. Just like your desire to watch your figure swell with pound after pound of soft, squishable flab, this post isn't going anywhere. But do you know what is?

Your self-control. Your inhibitions. That voice in your head that tells you to slow down, to stop eating so much, to not bother getting yourself a snack if you're not even hungry. It's being worn down. Every week you spend on Tumblr, fantasizing about growing so much more voluptuous than you already are, reading other feedees talk about your progress and feeders encouraging them to fall even deeper into their sea of desire... It's chipping away at your ability to hold back.

And that's exactly what you want.

You want to be out of control. You want to pile on the pounds and get so fucking fat without even having to try. You want to know it's inevitable, that there's nothing you can do but accept the fact that you're nothing but a pathetic, broken feedee pig now who's only good for fattening up further. You want your mind to be overcome by your carnal desires, groping your thick, gelatinous rolls of adipose while touching yourself at the thought of them growing so much bigger because you can't keep a lid on your appetite any more.

You know that's what you want, deep down. So go on. Bring it one step closer. Get used to doing as you're told. Accept the fact that you should be eating whether you're hungry or not. Embrace those empty calories. Stretch out your stomach so that you naturally want to overeat at every opportunity. Make it impossible to go back, you greedy hog. Feed that voice in your head that tells you to overindulge.

Make it deafening. Make it impossible to ignore. Eventually, you'll forget you're even listening to it. It'll become instinct. And at that point, you'll be too far gone to ever think about turning back from your inevitable obesity, piglet.

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Christ, you are a ballooning hog. You look like someone stuck a hose in you and started to pumping the lard straight in and didn't stop until you were fit to burst. You must feel massive, and yet you keep bingeing no matter how much your lard inflated body protests. You know if this keeps up, its only a matter of time before you're so obese and heavy that sitting on your growing ass and continuing to eat is all you're going to be capable of. I'm sure you'll feel huge and pathetic not being able to get off the couch without help, but god knows by then you'll have a feeder, who instead of helping you up, just brings you more food so you can grow even bigger.

my belly has been swelling at rapids rates now 😵‍💫 and look at those fucking stretch marksss fuck please someone come rub this swollen gut.. fuck it’s so tight and sloshy..

my belly is so tight and bloated that my upper belly hurts.. i’ve been doing nothing but drinking and eating everything in sight and now this alcohol and food binge belly is just throbbing..

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hi,

I’m heading home from my first year at uni 30 pounds heavier, sure it’s not much but enough for people to notice.

I’ve gone from 120 to 150 pounds a size 6 to a size 10 I kno I’m not fat but I can really feel it. I want to explore the gainer community any advice?

I love the small changes that I can feel it was all totally by accident but when I feel my new slight heft and wobble slightly bigger bum and chest it really excites me and I want to explore more.

thanks

London student 💋

You've seen my blog growing girl, you already know my advice.... Give in, enjoy yourself, see what happens. With any luck you'll be over 200 by the end of your second year and really feeling it. Just be warned that this is addicting though. Engaging in feederism and talking to guys like me could easily end in you being twice the girl you used to be, likely more, struggling just to waddle your bloated body around, but so hooked you just want more

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A Feedee’s involuntary need response

Have you ever seen a feedee on all fours being a complete glutton, and you see her buck her hips back? This is an automatic response of her orgasmic reflexes. She cannot fully control this. This is a very normal and common pre-orgasmic innate response in feedees who get off to stuffing their faces like fat pigs. They throw their hips back because, to feedees, eating on all fours elicits a reaction akin to having sex. As she becomes increasingly aroused and myotonia (involuntary muscle contractions) takes over, the pelvic movements become more purposeful, more rhythmic, more thrusting. Don’t mistake size of rocking for intensity of rocking. Small movements can be just as indicative of arousal as big movements No need to be worry at all. On the contrary, she is in absolute bliss.

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Before I tell you what I’ve been doing for the past 4 hours, I need to give you background. I am 5’5” and 23. When I started college 5 years ago I was 145, and since my first year was during the pandemic I rarely went outside and never exercised. I ate myself up 52 pounds in my first semester and another 14 the next. I had gained 66 pounds in my first school year, I tried my best to hold back after the first semester because I was getting out of control and wasn’t sure I wanted to be as big as I had gotten, but it was inevitable. I proceeded to take full advantage of doing nothing but eating all summer and went back to school for my 2nd year of college 32 pounds larger. At this point I was just shy of being 100 pounds heavier than the previous year and somehow that felt sexy to me? So let’s just say long story short, I am now 376, sitting gorged out of my mind on my couch after eating “breakfast” for the past 4 hours. I cannot get up. My gut is too big to bend forward and too full to shift sideways. I am beached on my own couch. I want to keep going, I love eating, I love what these thousands upon thousands of excess calories do to my body, but I can’t get up. Is that something I should worry about? I need your advice.

Yes that's something you should worry about you overfed hog. At 23, staying relatively thin is a breeze for most people, and yet here you are, morbidly obese. You should be planning a diet and getting some exercise, but clearly that's never gonna happen, because even though you're so obese and overfed you can't get yourself off the couch, you're still your contemplating how to eat even more! You could lose an entire old you worth of blubber, and you'd still be 231lbs and clinically obese. Though with the way things are going, I'd say its way more likely you gain another 145lbs rather than lose it. You should be worrying less about how to get more food into your swollen gut, and more about how your going to stop yourself from getting so big you need to call for help to get out of bed in the morning.

You already know the solution to your immediate problem though, find a feeder to bring the food to you, so you can keep eating even when your too stuffed to get up. I know that idea makes you nervous, and it should, because if a greedy girl like you is presented with an unlitimed supply of food and someone to encourage your hogish tendency to do nothing but eat all day, we both know you'll end up piling on another 100lbs in a year, and be over a quarter ton shortly after that.

You want my advice? Just give up and get a feeder. You don't have it in you to be anything other than a fat greedy hog, doing nothing but eat and grow all day