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POV: Your feedee did half of a push up and needs post workout belly love

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Princess pampering that ends up with her never lifting a finger again (she's too fat)

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Just sent you $50 to try popping that button off when you're feeling up for trying again.

🥴 don’t have to tell me twice. Time to order a few pizzas.

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what's your biggest, dirtiest, horniest fantasy?

or are you already living it? lmao

To be tied to a bed for weeks/months. A funnel strapped to my mouth, with an obscene amount of calories being constantly filled to make me massive.

Being allowed to get up (if I can) 6 weeks/months later, just to realize I’m trapped under my own fat.

Asking “what did you do to me?” (As if I didn’t agree and enjoy every minute of it)

Realizing I like my new reality of getting fattened and asking for another funnel.

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Literally too stuffed to get up so I’ll be sleeping in front of my fridge tonight 😴

At least I’ll be close enough for a few midnight snacks 😋🐷

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USSBBWSupersoft

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anyone else love fupas but HATE the word “fupa” 😭 but wtf else am i supposed to call it in writing

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I want you so massive that your old friends have to do a double take just to identify you under all the blubber I made you pile on. I want you bulging with so much fat that even you can barely recognize yourself in the mirror.

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waddling is such a hot concept to me… like… you got so fat that you can’t even walk properly, let alone run or even walk quickly. no, you’re stuck struggling to even lift your feet with all that heft pulling you down and that pesky belly getting in the way. your thick thighs chafing and tugging at each other as you break a sweat doing something most people wouldn’t think twice about. with all that effort, your breathing’s labored to the point where you’re moreso snorting and wheezing than breathing properly.

…but this is all to be expected.

when you eat like a pig, you end up like one, too.

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i really do not know where my drive to write stuff went. i was on a roll for thise first few months, and then nothing :’(

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yeah can i get uhhhhhh, the 'gaining weight as a sign of healing' trope but the wg is 600+ lbs, pls 🙏 i wanna be healed fully yanno, cant leave any stone unturned

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Thinking about someone cute hefting my hanging apron belly with both hands, and gasping softly and saying, “you’re so fat oh my god”

😵‍💫

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The Gluttony Book

Thank you to an anonymous contributor for this prompt :)

***

It feels like a dream.

You wake up one day, and there it lies on your nightstand: a notebook you haven't seen before. It's plain, with only the words GLUTTONY BOOK written on the cover in golden letters.

You blink, but the notebook is still there. You carefully reach for it and open it. It's empty; but a weird feeling comes over you. What if you wrote something down? You reach for your pen and pause for a moment. What would you write? Something connected to food, obviously, after all, this is a book of gluttony.

You write, cheeseburger.

And then you blink again as a steaming, fresh, deliciously looking cheeseburgers lands on your nightstand, ready to be eaten.

This is so suspicious - what if this food is somehow poisonous? How could it be though, if it smells so delicious? Like in a trance, you reach for the cheeseburger. You'll only take a bite, to check if it's any good.

It tastes better than everything you've ever eaten. You devour it in a couple of bites, and feel it land heavily in your stomach - more heavily than a normal cheeseburger would. But you don't pay any attention to it, because your stomach rumbles.

That's weird. You just ate a sizeable meal. But you feel as if you haven't eaten in three days. Frantically, you reach for the notebook. You write pizza, and the juiciest greasiest pepperoni arrives. You write fries and chicken nuggets; you write tiramisu.

You are so hungry. You devour meal after meal, grease and sauce running down your cheeks. When you finally feel somewhat sated, your belly is painfully swollen. You collapse back into your bed and fall into a heavy food coma.

***

You can't focus on anything. All you can think about is food. You find yourself abandoning your tasks in the middle only to find your notebook and write down a meal you have a craving for. Then, you'd devour the said meal like a starving animal, only to find yourself ravenous minutes after. Three days of this, and you can't button your pants. Your body feels softer all over. It seems impossible, for the food to be fattening you so quickly, and yet...

You keep eating.

***

Three months later

"Ooof..."

You grunt, reaching for your notebook. Your upper arm roll quivers as you do so. Lately, it has become quite a workout to reach for things, or to stand up. It usually takes between four and five tries.

The Gluttony Book transformed you, from the top of your fat face to the bottom of your chubby toes. You are buried in lard. Your eyes, now small and bead-like, are obscured by your chubby cheeks. Your triple chin wobbles whenever you chew, and you chew a lot. Your arms developed bingo wings; your expansive chest sits plumply on the immense mass of your double belly, which splays in between your dimpled thighs. You are constantly tired and out of breath just from eating, and you eat almost all the time.

You grasp a pen with your sausage-like fingers. You've been getting a bit worried lately: it's getting harder to hold a pen and write with those fat fingers of yours.

You might need to ask someone to write for you...

...and you might get them addicted and fattened on this delicious food, too.

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my problem with these so far has been. i do NOT know how to end any of them

my plan is to do some little veilguard feedism drabbles… im not taking prompts per se, but i welcome any suggestions of stuff ppl would want to read!!

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I need to get fatter I need to get fatter I need to outgrow my clothes and be slower and wider and have my tummy sag lower and be softer and jigglier and have more stretch marks and have my neck disappear in a roll of flab and and and