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My bf thinks it’s so hot when he feeds me a burger and the dude doesn’t even know what feedism is

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The baker took a liking in Bonnie and now keeps making treats for her :9

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Unicorn prince ✨

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i am number one obesity fan

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hope everyone's been cozy and well fed this holiday season 💕❄️

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feedist kinktober 27 : boozy belly

this was one of the first things i wrote about em. i'm not the best at writing dialogues so i hope it's not to clunky, enjoy!

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chubby puppy dreams

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pray for my bf tryna concentrate on driving his beached whale home

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my dream is to have a feedee that’s super into fitness and powerlifting and them bashfully asking me if I can help them gain weight so they can lift even heavier (and then getting tossed around like a sex doll during sex)

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you seem hungry, baby. did you not eat lunch today? you know you can’t skip meals like that, love. no no, it’s okay, i’ll take care of you. ill get you something to put in that sweet little tummy of yours. oh baby just listen to it growl, you really should have something. look at you, you’re practically starved. don’t worry, ill get you nice and full in no time, love. ill get you full and then rub your belly afterwards, how’s that sound? next time i’m not gonna be so nice if you come home hungry like this again. you know i don’t like it when you don’t come home with this little belly full for me. i wanna keep you nice and round for me all the time, keep this belly stuffed for me, can you do that? imagine how good you’ll look, your belly all round and heavy on your lap, doesn’t that sound appealing? ill go get you some ice cream while i cook you something, okay? gonna make you nice and chubby for me. 

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In my experience people actually go insane about fat tummy all the time but are afraid to publicly express it so you have to do it for them. Anyways reblog if you would make out with someone’s fat tummy, want someone to make out with your tummy, or if you think the united states needs to violently topple their two party liberal democracy if it wants any hope of progressing further left of neoliberal capitalism

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not to be Feeder On Main but like,,, I think my favorite kind of stuffings are the casual softer (no pun intended lol) ones. There's just something about when a cutie eats a lot just because they’re vibing and have a naturally big appetite and end up comfortably full. There's something about that sweet spot where a feedee isn't painfully engorged but like. Still so stuffed and heavy that they require belly rubs?? So cute and hot 🥺

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Soft but possessive language in feedism is everything.

*patting your chubby cheek* "you are so well-fed"

"I think I've been overfeeding you a bit"

"You fattened up nicely for me"

"Good job, tubby"

"Sorry, no more stairs for you, tubby. You have to ask for permission now"

"I think you'd better stay home and have another dinner with me"

"Already outgrew these pants? I need to buy you some new clothes. What is it now, 3XL?"

"What is it, a diet Coke? No no, you're not allowed that. Get a full sugar version"

"I think we need to grow you a little bit more"

"No honey, you're not "too fat". You're never too fat for me"

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Part of a wg story I found in my drafts:

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"If you'll let me, I'll make sure you never stop feeling like this," you whisper, suddenly tender, kneeling on the couch next to me, halfway to straddling.

"Like what?" I ask, voice rough with want as I look down. I've never been able to eat myself this big on my own. I've never even seen myself this big. My cheeks burn as I carefully feel the heavy sides of my new gut.

"On fire," you whisper, watching me explore what you've done to me. "Every nerve lit up.

"You're great, and this is..." My head falls back in pleasure against the back of the couch, hands pressed to either side of the belly that doesn't feel like mine. Heavy and full. So, so big. "..this is incredible. But if we keep doing this, I'm going to..." I bite my lip. The thought is hot. Too hot. Way way too hot, too dangerous. I can't let myself get swept away in it. "This was supposed to be a one-time thing," I protest half-heartedly.

"I know." You nod, sweetly massaging a roll, and I gasp, face crumpling in ecstasy. "And it can be... if you want it to." "No." The word comes out to my dismay, but I can't keep it in. This can't be the only time we do this. The thought of it slipping through my fingers makes my voice urgent. "No, please. Just... a little more."

"Okay," you coo, kissing down my cheek, my slightly soft jaw. "But you know that if you keep seeing me, you're going to get fat, right?" Your breath is so hot on my ear, and you nip at my earlobe. "You're going to get very... very fat."

My head spins. My belly throbs. I can't breathe. "...yes."

"Are you ready for that?"

I swallow, and decide to answer honestly. "I don't think so."

"But...?"

"But I don't care." The desperate need in my rough whisper alarms even me.

You lean forward and kiss my nose. We're so close, I can feel the heat of your body radiating into mine. "Thank you for being honest," you whisper, and your hand moves excruciatingly slowly from gently rubbing a roll, around to settle on the straining front of my belly, and you place your palm flat, slowly beginning to rub circles. "You don't have to worry. I'm taking care of you now. I'll make you nice and fat, and if you get embarrassed, I'll make you feel good. Okay?”

“Okay.” I gasp, arching up what little I can into your hand.

“And if you get nervous - about how fast you’re changing, or any of it - I’ll just push a nice treat past those lips and you’ll remember you’re my docile little fat pet. Won’t you?”

“Yes.” "We'll get you a nice heavy belly," you promise, sliding the rest of the way onto my lap, sharing it with the gut you've already started to put on me, and drag over the bag of chocolates. "Don't you worry."

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"I'm so insanely full."

"Isn't that what you wanted, my dear?"

"Yes..." She pouts. "I just couldn't help myself."

She leans back, her hands resting gingerly atop the crest of her tummy. Below, I notice the the waistband of her jeans, cinched uncomfortably tight around her swollen middle. Already a size or two too small, now she appeared ready to burst free at any moment.

"And is it everything you imagined?"

"God, it was all so good..."

I knew she meant it. It's the only thing she wanted. Not just a buffet, but the greatest buffet the world has ever seen - every palate, every cuisine, every treat and earthly delight imaginable - all at her fingertips. Endless plates of food, piled high from wall to wall, filling every corner of every room, a never-ending bacchanalia of flavors to relish.

She ate. Unabashedly, endlessly, voraciously. She ate until she simply couldn't any longer.

I help her from her seat, hearing her groan from exertion and fullness. I guide her out, each step slow and ginger, her gait reduced to a careful waddle in light of her overfilled stomach. I place her gently into the seat of the car, watching her bounce into place with a gentle whimper.

"I can't, too tight..."

Her hands reach for the clasp that barely restrains her overflowing middle. With a gentle pop, the waistband gives way, releasing her bloated belly in one fell swoop. It surges between the buttons, swelling outwards like an overinflated balloon, jutting upwards in a satisfying arc where she lay. She lets out a long sigh that turns to a gentle moan of relief.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to get those back on."

"All the better."

I lean in, placing a hand on her taut belly as I kiss her cheek.

"I couldn't wait to get them off you anyway."