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Feeder who keeps my mind so constantly fogged with food and sex to ever comprehend how big I’ve become, let alone have regrets about it.

BRING😩😩😩😩😓

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shoutout to the feedees with health problems that can't or aren't willing to gain as much as they'd like, you are still freakin valid ❤️

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I love the idea of a man that's made to be pampered. He's too big, too easily wiped out from his fat body to be a provider for anyone. He's not doing any providing, just taking. Taking in everything he can into his mouth with ravenous gluttony. A man who makes soft, vulnerable sounds when he's full and let's me get on top of him, to feel how much he's at my mercy.

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Reblogg if you wanna get fatter and lazier 🐷

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Imagine your waitress coming out looking like this 🧡🍔🍗🥵😮‍💨

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Enabling

Look i love force feeding and stuffings as much as the next guy, but for me, what i enjoy is moreso creating an environment of temptation towards hedonism for my partner

It's about placing snacks at your bedside table. Always offering to get you a drink or a refill just in case you're running on empty (you never are)

Bringing home an extra appetizer or desert when i bring home dinner from work cause i thought you might be hungry

It's waiting on you hand and foot cause i know it's so hard for you to get up and i don't want you to strain yourself.

It's making sure your pen is always full and charged, you'll do the rest

Enabling a partner and being a supporting force in their gain to be as fat as they want to be is 1000% more rewarding

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i want a boyfriend in the same way people want a puppy. they’re cute, dumb and entertaining. i like when they’re clingy. wanna be his favorite person and have him always too excited to see me. wanna take care and play with them. definitely wanna put a collar on him, have him whine for me, give him treats, and make him do tricks. so cute.

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Feedist Kinktober Day 5 - Witch's Brew🔮 / Baker's Delight 🥐

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Reblog if you are a...

•feedist (feedee/feeder) •weight gain blog •FFA •FA •fat positive blog •anything feedism or fat related :)

I need more blogs to follow !

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Feedee Hypnosis for Rapid Weight Gain

DISCLAIMER/WARNING: Please don’t listen to this audio if you’re not looking to gain weight!!! I’ve been lucky enough to have the chance to try it with a feedee friend who’d been stuck in plateau for over a month, and after 3 weeks of consistent use her plateau has definitelyyyy ended (hopefully she’ll let me share before and after pics eventually lol).

I was hesitant to share this at first because I wasn’t sure how effective hypnosis could actually be, but she reassured me it’s really about the encouragement and consistent reinforcement sinking into your subconscious (which honestly kinda makes sense to me) so here we are lol.

Either way, I hope it’s a calming, fun listen, and please let me know if you think the audio impacted you at all!!

*For more audios like this or your own personalized weight gain encouragement/teasing POV, you can check out my Patreon! I have a ton of tier options for whatever you may be looking for, and you can also find weight gain audios from both feedee and feeder perspectives, weight gain stories, weight gain series, weight gain role play, and more! Thanks so much for listening:)*

Patreon.com/kallietell

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And that's why we love the munchies:3

Weed intox in feedism is so sexy cause if you take just the right amount of you can really just eat until you fall asleep. You literally don’t even feel how much you’re straining your poor fat gut.

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Dominant greedy and spoiled feedee + subby enabler feeder is a really hot dynamic just saying 👀

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Every time you reblog this post, you'll gain 15 pounds.

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Dreamscenario fr

*ding dong*

The doorbell rings. I look up from the TV, where I was focused on a video game. I have to focus very hard if I want to make any progress, otherwise my fat fingers or constantly intoxicated mind will mess me up. I look around expectantly, waiting for my feeder to run down the hallway and bring my food to me

*ding dong*

Where are they? I feel my stomach rumble from sudden hunger, despite the fact that I had finished a bag of chips and a 2 liter of soda minutes ago. Then suddenly, through my haze filled mind, a memory pokes out. My feeder leaving the house to pick up some more weed and booze. Shit. They’re not back yet.

*ding dong*

The delivery driver is getting impatient I’m sure. I guess I’ll just have to get the food. I can’t remember the last time I stood up without help, but I’m starting to get desperate. I shift my body forwards, pushing my belly forwards in hopes that it helps to counteract my fat ass. I brace against the arm of the couch and heave myself forwards. Somehow, miraculously, I’m able to stand up. I instantly want to sit back down. My body is so heavy and clumsy. My belly hangs 6 inches above my knees, not covering them yet, but getting there. I’m already wheezing and I haven’t even taken a single step.

*ding dong ding dong*

Fuck, they’re gonna leave soon with my food. My belly grumbles. I brace myself and start to waddle forward. My thighs force my legs apart so walking normally is absolutely out of the question. Each step makes my belly slap against my thighs, making it difficult to move my legs very much. My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest, and I get a stitch in my side from how hard I’m breathing.

“COMING”

I manage to wheeze out, hoping it was loud enough for the delivery driver to hear. Fuck me, when did I get so out of shape? I start to realize how fat I’ve gotten, slightly sobering up for the first time in… days? Months? Years? I’m not sure. I realize how truly obese and unhealthy I am and start to panic, I’m getting huge, how did I let myself go so badly? Just then I hear voices outside the door and a key in the lock.

“I’m so sorry piggy!” My feeder says as they come through the door with the food from the delivery driver, as well as bags full of alcohol and weed. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone so long! I thought I would be back by the time the delivery driver got here, but there was an accident on the freeway and- what’s wrong Piggy?”

I realize I must look panicked. “Nothing!” I try to wheeze out but my feeder cuts me off.

���Oh, piggy must have run out of vodka and edibles while I was out. It’s a good thing I arrived when I did” they laugh as they pass me a shot. I down it without thinking, not even considering that maybe I shouldn’t have done that. They give me an edible that i don’t know the dosage of, which I eat before doing another shot.

“There you go piggy, get nice and relaxed for me” my feeder purrs to me. I feel the shots start to hit me as warmth floods through my body. I giggle and waddle my way back to the couch. Luckily i didn’t make it very far so the journey back was easy. I plop back on the couch, which whines underneath me, and without even waiting to catch my breath, rip into one of the takeout containers my feeder held. I moan as the food enters my mouth, it tastes so fucking good. What was I worried about? Eh, who cares. I dig into the greasy burger as my feeder praises me and plays with my gut, and makes sure to keep a constant stream of beers and bong hits going into me

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Dreamscenario fr

*ding dong*

The doorbell rings. I look up from the TV, where I was focused on a video game. I have to focus very hard if I want to make any progress, otherwise my fat fingers or constantly intoxicated mind will mess me up. I look around expectantly, waiting for my feeder to run down the hallway and bring my food to me

*ding dong*

Where are they? I feel my stomach rumble from sudden hunger, despite the fact that I had finished a bag of chips and a 2 liter of soda minutes ago. Then suddenly, through my haze filled mind, a memory pokes out. My feeder leaving the house to pick up some more weed and booze. Shit. They’re not back yet.

*ding dong*

The delivery driver is getting impatient I’m sure. I guess I’ll just have to get the food. I can’t remember the last time I stood up without help, but I’m starting to get desperate. I shift my body forwards, pushing my belly forwards in hopes that it helps to counteract my fat ass. I brace against the arm of the couch and heave myself forwards. Somehow, miraculously, I’m able to stand up. I instantly want to sit back down. My body is so heavy and clumsy. My belly hangs 6 inches above my knees, not covering them yet, but getting there. I’m already wheezing and I haven’t even taken a single step.

*ding dong ding dong*

Fuck, they’re gonna leave soon with my food. My belly grumbles. I brace myself and start to waddle forward. My thighs force my legs apart so walking normally is absolutely out of the question. Each step makes my belly slap against my thighs, making it difficult to move my legs very much. My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest, and I get a stitch in my side from how hard I’m breathing.

“COMING”

I manage to wheeze out, hoping it was loud enough for the delivery driver to hear. Fuck me, when did I get so out of shape? I start to realize how fat I’ve gotten, slightly sobering up for the first time in… days? Months? Years? I’m not sure. I realize how truly obese and unhealthy I am and start to panic, I’m getting huge, how did I let myself go so badly? Just then I hear voices outside the door and a key in the lock.

“I’m so sorry piggy!” My feeder says as they come through the door with the food from the delivery driver, as well as bags full of alcohol and weed. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone so long! I thought I would be back by the time the delivery driver got here, but there was an accident on the freeway and- what’s wrong Piggy?”

I realize I must look panicked. “Nothing!” I try to wheeze out but my feeder cuts me off.

“Oh, piggy must have run out of vodka and edibles while I was out. It’s a good thing I arrived when I did” they laugh as they pass me a shot. I down it without thinking, not even considering that maybe I shouldn’t have done that. They give me an edible that i don’t know the dosage of, which I eat before doing another shot.

“There you go piggy, get nice and relaxed for me” my feeder purrs to me. I feel the shots start to hit me as warmth floods through my body. I giggle and waddle my way back to the couch. Luckily i didn’t make it very far so the journey back was easy. I plop back on the couch, which whines underneath me, and without even waiting to catch my breath, rip into one of the takeout containers my feeder held. I moan as the food enters my mouth, it tastes so fucking good. What was I worried about? Eh, who cares. I dig into the greasy burger as my feeder praises me and plays with my gut, and makes sure to keep a constant stream of beers and bong hits going into me

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Oh to be growing hedonist 🤤

there's something about being pampered into weight gain, becoming fatter and lazier because you're oh so well taken care of and never have to lift a finger

someone always has food for you, hands are always waiting to touch your soft plump flesh, to help you with every desire you might have

so happily spoiled and pampered into blissful fatness, knowing any wish you have will instantly be granted and all that's left for you to do is pay back and grow 💖