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Your breath labored. Your stomach so bloated and full, you can almost feel the food in your throat. Trapped in the industrial recliner in your living room, you can feel the fat of your sides spilling over the armrests. You fit in it perfectly a few months ago... what happened?

Your gluttony took over. Consumed with boredom, you ate. You didn't care what your neighbors thought when every single meal you consumed was delivered. With the amount of food you've been getting, your house was becoming a hub of food drop-offs.

Reaching your hands down around your belly, you knew you had to massage yourself to help you digest. So you firmly rub the bloated pile of fat that is your stomach - then a loud belch erupts. You moan with relief that you have more room now.

But then you're tempted... there is still more food to eat. Another burp comes up; almost instructing you to pick up the fork again.

The excess fat enveloping your body jiggles and settles as you reach towards the folding tray with the rest of your afternoon snack.

You glance over - the TV is off, and it might as well be a mirror. You look at yourself. A belly that spills down over your knees, the new rolls of fat that make up your body, the angry red stretch marks that spread across your fat like many rivers. You're transfixed by the reflection. Your face is so fat, you don't recognize yourself. But instead of disgust, you feel pride. Existing as a pile of lard suits you.

In the reflection, you can see that you're already covered in crumbs and sauce, so you dive into one of the plates with reckless abandon. No fork needed. You almost wanted your hands messy - grabbing frosted pastries and shoveling them as fast as you could into your mouth. No wonder you were outgrowing your chair. This binging was now a multiple-times-a-day occurrence.

You're licking the plate, desperate for every calorie. Your eyes look towards the TV again - you want to watch yourself eat.  You see the gluttonous freak you've become. A blur of cream colored flesh; rolls of fat spilling over the armrests. Gigantic breasts melded into side rolls that pushed your obese arms away from your torso. Groaning in pleasure, you wish you could reach your dick. It was throbbing beneath the fat of your groin and belly. You try to jiggle the bottom of your belly. It usually helps to stimulate you - but you're so stuffed that even a jiggle makes you feel slightly nauseous.

A noise of annoyance escapes from your sauce covered lips. Now you have to choose: stop eating so you can jiggle your fat to stimulate yourself to climax? Or continue to throb with desire as you force the food down your gullet, knowing with every bite, you're getting fatter?

[puppyluvstummies]

I think one of the hottest things ever with feedism is when you can tell a feedee is slowly getting addicted to food…

And I mean the type of addiction that manifests in cravings, in feeling uneasy, in a need to eat. The kind that even after they get it under control only takes one day of overeating to relapse~

The kind of addiction that starts with food being used to deal with their feelings, to reward themselves, to fight boredom and eventually leads to a need. The need to feel stuffed to be happy and aroused💕

My favorite thing is when they say they want to get it under control but then you offer them one bite of a burger while sitting on their lap and playing with their belly and… That is all it takes for them to start indulging again 😇

You look better bloated anyway ;)

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So your jeans have gotten a bit tight, so what? It's a sign that you're comfortable. You're taken care of. You're pampered and nurtured and so so loved. And I mean come on, all the better to show off that thick booty of yours, right?

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let me be sweet to you, baby. lay back on a fluffy duvet, propped against a dozen soft and plush pillows, while your rolls pillow outwards in front of you and between your legs. i'll pop chocolate covered fruits into your wet, open mouth while i massage your skin with scented lotion. we have to give your stretch marks some love, of course. your tautly stretched stomach is begging for me to rub little circles into it. caressing, with maybe a pinch here and there. just be my plump and pampered pet for the evening. 💘

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"I'm just messing around, it's not like I'm into this or anything..."

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fattening someone up but doing it in like. a masculinizing way. telling you “eat up, i like boys who look like they can handle themselves” with a coy little wink as i add another serving to your plate, grabbing your chub, “gotta make sure you can keep me warm.” squeezing your doughy arm the same way one would squeeze a guy’s muscled bicep, even more admiringly. saying things like “i need a guy with a little weight on him,” as i encourage you to order a second entree when we’re out to dinner, and on the way home i rub your stuffed belly, “hm, you’re still a little scrawny, but you’ll be a real hunk in no time.”

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Current thoughts: character / person getting really drunk on a night out- they’ve got a belly semifull of alcohol but also have a hankering for some food. You take them to a joint, and get them a burger or two- or three, and watch them sloppily eat the stuff, getting it on their face and fingers.. their shirt and pants especially if it’s a really saucy one. They’re not really paying attention to their intake, so they kinda go overboard with stuffing themselves with the meal.

Stomach gurgles that can be heard from across the table, unashamed greasy belches in between licking whatever they got off their fingers. Their shirt riding up ever so slightly from how bloated they are, showing their flushed swollen stomach a bit. God.

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Mood for today is fedees who moan shamelessly about how full their belly is getting. Bonus points if those moans are interrupted by burps

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You’re gonna be my desk pet today, fatty.

Sit on your knees, crawl under my desk, and get comfortable because you’re gonna be there for a while.

I’ll be doing work all day, and then entire time you’ll be beneath me, ready to be teased and played with at all times.

To my coworkers on the video calls, I’ll appear diligent, focused, and hard at work. But that’s not really what’s going on, is it?

In reality, I’ll be having fun with my big needy sow just off-screen.

I’d keep boxes of donuts next to me, and when I get bored I’d reach under my desk and begin shoving them into your mouth.

With one hand, I’m clicking on work files and sending emails, with other I’m keeping my big plump pet stuffed.

Then, every now and again, I’d use my foot to rub your ever-filling, hanging belly. Knowing the whole time it’d be just teasing you into more arousal and hunger.

You’d just sit there, growing needier and hornier by the second. Until you’re practically dripping with excitement.

“When will he reach his hand down here and feed me again?”

“Why isn’t he paying enough attention to me?”

These are the thoughts that’ll be going through your mind. You’ll whimper and rub my legs, trying in vain to get my attention.

And I’ll just glimpse under my desk and smirk, knowing I’ve have you here, ready and waiting for me.

I can’t wait to see your belly take up all the space under my desk.

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i just love it when boys don’t realize how much they’ve really eaten.

if food is in front of them, it naturally gets shoved past their greedy, hungry lips. they reach for the pizza box only to discover there are no slices left; you ate the whole thing, hon, didn’t you know?

that’s okay. you don’t need to think anymore. let me get you something sweet for dessert.

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what if i went on a date with you that lasted for hours because you got a lil tipsy and started infodumping about your latest hobby or hyperfixation and I keep ordering you food and drinks to keep you talking because your face is a lil red and you’re so animated and excited and so cute and I know you must be getting full with all the extra apps I ordered but the alcohol means you either don’t notice or don’t care and at the end of this date I’m gonna take you home and have nasty, raunchy sex

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“Ugh, maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that last piece of cake…” I hear you utter from the dining room table as I listen in while cleaning the kitchen.

“Awww but that was only the first part of dessert! I still have a whole pie and this fresh batch of cookies for you to eat, and you know I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

“Ugh, can I please just save it for later? I’m too full,” you whine.

“Darling,” I chide, my tone getting ever so slightly firmer. “You were the one who said you wanted to get so stuffed that you couldn’t move earlier today, remember? I’m just helping you reach your goals.”

“Ugh, I just *urrp* don’t think I can eat anymore…”

“Oh no, I’m not letting you give up now, especially not after I did all that cooking,” I scold, sauntering up to you with the pie and a can full of whipped cream. “You were the one who told me not to let up until you finished every. Last. Bite. And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Your words, not mine, love.” You watch fearfully as I set the food on the table and take a seat in front of you, suddenly realizing the weight of your words.

“Oh I know what I said baby but please, I just don’t think I can- mmph!” I shove a generous forkful of delicious, buttery pie into your mouth without warning.

“No excuses, honey. You’re gonna eat for me until this plate is spotless.”

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you haven’t fed your boyfriend enough if family members aren’t turning their heads and making comments about how fat he’s gotten at the annual holiday gatherings

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So they make alcoholic ice cream and the feedist and intox kink lover in me just wants to funnel someone the ice cream melted so while they get stuffed full they also slowly get drunker and drunker the fuller they get 🥵

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Your stingy manager who refuses to waste food + belly rub alt <3

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I prefer my feedees have long hair so i can tug and grip their head for better leverage while i’m shoving bite after bite into their greedy mouth while also reinforcing that I’m the one in charge and they’re in my control.