#feedee perspective

[growmydarling]

oh how I wish I could meet a feeder at a bar and have them take me back to a hotel room to stuff me till I can barely move 😔😔😔

oh how i wish i could be wooed by a big beautiful feedee who begged me to fill them up with tacos and soda and flan 🥰

[valgodd]

You lie in our bed and watch me struggle to button my pants.

”Damn” I mutter under my breath, trying to force the button into the loop.

”Whats wrong babe” you say innocently.

”They just wont close” I say exasperated.

You quietly enjoy the show for a while beforing rising to your feet.

”Here, let me help you darling…”

”Absolutely not” I push you away.

”Dont be silly love. You obviously need a little help with those”

I sigh. 

”Okay. Fine” 

You come up behind me. Your hands linger for a while on my protrouding belly.

”Poor baby” you whisper in my ear, your lips touching my earlobe. ”Did you gain s little weight?” I grunt in response. ”Mhm… Okay love… I need you to suck it in. Can you do that for me babe? Okay…here we go…”

”Godness me” I huff, looking at my swollen reflection in the mirror as you try to do my pants. ”well i think my love for your cooking is starting to show”

After a few attempts, the button gets in the loop. You squeeze my muffin top that is spilling over the waistband.

”There you go. Can you sit down im them?”

I carefully sit down on the edge of the bed, the button creaking.

”Its digging in a bit but its-”

With a snap the button pops off and lands on the floor. My belly oozes out.

”Oh shoot. I-I think I could stand to loose a couple of pounds”

You sit down beside me, one arm over my shoulder, the other one rubbing my belly in comforting circles.

”Dont be so hard on yourself babe. You let go a bit recently, but you can get back into shape in no time. Hey how about some breakfast? I… could make your favourite. The golden pancakes with jam and whipping cream”

I hold back a moan at your suggestion.

”Mm that would be…lovely”

You give my belly a little squeeze.

”Okay love. Just stay here in bed and I’ll soon be back, okay?”

[pastel-beez]

Dommy Mommy <3

Hello sweetness, are you ready for mommy? Yes you are, you’re always ready for me aren’t you? So soft and obedient, a pretty little pet for me to play with. And I want to make you feel so good because you’ve worked so hard! You’ve been so well behaved, eating snacks and cakes and all the little treats I leave out for you. Hehe, It’s made quite a difference, hasn’t it sweet thing? Kneel for mommy, my pet. 

There you go, carefully now. Those poor knees are getting abused aren’t they? But you know you’ve got to do as mommy says if you want her special treat. My my, you look so cute down there, so rounded and rippling. You know what comes next sweetheart, over you go. 

On those chubby hands of yours, that’s it.

 Look at how much your tubby puppy gut pulls down on your poor back! It’s bending you like a ruler. Hehe…I’m not surprised. Look down at yourself lovely; what do you see? I know you only see fat,  I just wanted you to look at how big we’ve grown you. Mm. I may have to take a picture of you from the side so you can appreciate what a beautiful sight you are, on your hands and knees like that for me. You are a good meal away from having that belly brush the floor, my love. Yes, really!

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[tubbybunnysblog]

Fattening together

A story partially inspired by my love @silliersage slowly fattening up for me

Chapter 1:The bet

I watch the clouds pass sipping on my milkshake feeling my belly jiggle as you drive. “Mmm slow down” I whine looking at you. My whimpers were met with a sharp slap to the belly “it’s not my fault you decided you wanted to have breakfast and stop on the way” I groan softly as you grip the top part of my belly “I was hungry…” I pout as you grope my upper belly, which is struggling to be restrained by my swimsuit cover. You laugh lifting the tight fabric over my bulging stomach so you can get a better grip. “You say that every time and yet it is never enough for you baby” I blush softly looking away. I huffed in frustration as I sucked down the rest of my milkshake. “Don’t worry tubby we’ll get you more at the beach. As long as this comes off.” You pull at my light dress which clung to my body like a sausage casing. “B-but my swimsuit barely fits, and everyone will be able to see everything….” You snicker at words as if that wasn’t the point. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you insisted on wearing a swimsuit from 20 pounds ago.”

I begin to pout again, every time I did my double chin became more noticeable. It was just a ring of fat hanging around my neck, you smile, reaching up your hand to caress it. “Pout all you want sweetheart that doesn’t stop the fact that you’ve gotten a little too big for that” I blushed slightly “It’s not my fault. You’re the one who’s been fattening me up.” You look over at me “oh really? So you haven’t been gaining weight because you’re greedy?” A chill runs down my spine. I knew that look you had an idea one that most likely would leave me bloated and begging for your attention. “Well, I mean you keep pushing food my way, stuffing me until I can’t breathe, telling me just one more bite.” You laugh darkly. “Well if that’s how you feel, why don’t we have a little competition hmm?” I raise an eyebrow “I’m listening?” You pull into a parking spot and look at me. “I will buy all of the food I had previously planned to buy you, except until you can admit that you are fattening yourself up with your greedy behavior. I will be eating it.” My mouth falls open as I stare at you. “And what exactly is this bet supposed to prove?” You smirk, grabbing my hand. “That you my love can’t last watching someone else be able to enjoy the food that you’re greedy gut wants.” I stare at you and laugh a little. “You know what you’re on but we have to have some type of prize don’t we?” A similar chill runs down my spine as you look at me with a devilish smile. “You’re right, if I win you have to take all of your calories for the next month by funnel and remember that’s almost 8,000 calories per day.” I bite my lip as you say, the number. I look away, taking a moment to compose myself, and think of what I wanted. I looked back at you and smile. “All right but if I win you have to keep eating until you’re half my weight” my smile turns cocky, as I see the color drain from your face. I was almost 600 pounds and my weight just kept going up. If you lost there was no way you’d be able to keep your slim figure.

You gulp heavily and take a deep breath “you know what? Deal.” You hold out your hand and we shake. “Prepare to lose.” I giggle as you help me out of the car. We make it our own perfect spot and you set up the chairs. I sit in my reinforced chair smiling at you. I watch you purchase food from five different places. They were my favorites: brisket nachos, cheese pizza, chili fries, a corndog and a huge plate of funnel cake. I bite my lip as you walk over balancing all five huge meals in your arms.“Better get to eating.” I smile as you sit and begin to eat. You start with nachos covered with thick cheese, and at least a pound of meat. You try your best to stay clean, but they were incredibly greasy. You keep catching my eyes staring at you. You couldn’t help but wonder if this is how I felt. You lean back in your seat feeling your belly already starting to stretch. You take a break from the nachos and move on to a thick slice of pizza. It was almost as big as my head. You fold it in half and take a bite. You chew slowly, shoving the slice into your mouth. You whimper as you finish the slice and go back to the nachos. I blush and slide closer. Something about watching you devour food drove me wild. I pull you close letting you rest your head against my chest “does it feel good?” You look at me trying hard to concentrate on chewing. “Yes…” you whisper weakly. I watch your eyes flicker down to your belly which is already bloating out. As much as the food made my mouth water, it was almost more addicting to watch you try and eat it all. I gently lift up your shirt and smile. “Well well look at this it’s so round” I giggle. gently rubbing my hand across it, like you would do. You moan quietly snuggling into my soft body. I smile as your firm belly pushes into mine like a puzzle piece. You had never eaten so much in your life and you were only 2 meals down. “I don’t think I can finish it all…” I kiss the top of your head gently.

“Here let me help you sweetheart” I slowly start to rub your belly with one hand as I use the other to lift chips to your lips. I learned a couple of tricks from your feedings. You whimper breathlessly, and they were like music to my ears. I hope you finish the nachos and I start pushing fries up to your face. You look at me with pleading eyes. You wanted me to just give up, but I wasn’t going to. I knew what I wanted and I wasn’t going to give up my chance. “Come on baby you got it.” In a way this experience proved that we were both right while I am incredibly greedy, I was using the same tactics that you would use to get me to eat you thought to yourself no wonder I’m so big. I pull you from your thoughts by kissing your bloated gut “How about we make a new deal?” I smile “you stop at the fries and I willingly eat the other two meals in turn we both take 4000 calories by funnel every other day for two months” You groan at the thought looking into my eyes “you’re on.” I smile softly and kiss your greasy lips. I gently feed you the remaining fries and begin to eat myself keeping a hand on your bloated belly. You moan out “I guess this means we’re both fattening each other up?” I smile from behind my corn dog. “Yeah, I guess so~”

[rosefinnigen]

hi besties long shift at work as usual . I am now comfy again in bed but also my stomach is screaming for food. Hate it but what can you do haha

[bigfatbob4you]

I want you to stuff me so full that it even hurts a little to breathe. I want to be pinned down by my globular gut, normally flabby and blubbery but now rock solid filled with food by you. I want to be surrounded by evidence of my gluttony, gasping for relief from how full I am when I see you approaching with a funnel and a bucket of weight gain shake. You'll have me tied to the bed, but I'm so fat and full that I couldn't get up without your help even if I wanted to. I want to give in to my desires and yours, to achieve a level of obesity that we both can only dream about…yet we're making it real. Under your tender care, I'll let go of every inhibition and do nothing but work to be the fattest I can be…your masterpiece of gluttony and obesity, sculpted from hundreds of pounds of fat.

[danime25]

Cherry Pie

masterlist // ao3

*Summary: As punishment for Patriarchy©, President Barbie had given him a choice. Either he had to reap what he had sown and become a subservient little thing or leave Barbieland forever.

*Rating: +18 for explicit mature content

*Content/Tags: Femdom, Pegging, Weight Gain, Feeding Kink, Teasing, Fat Shaming

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

The non-moving clock was ticking. He only had a couple more minutes before his wife would get home. He needed this to turn out perfectly. He wanted the reward that came with pleasing her. See, as punishment for Patriarchy©, President Barbie had given him a choice. Either he had to reap what he had sown and become a subservient little thing or leave Barbieland forever. Obviously, he couldn’t leave Barbieland. He’d never be able to find a gynecologist or a job in the real world. So without much of a choice, he chose to become a housewife. Everyday his job was to wake up at the crack of dawn, make an elaborate breakfast for his wife while picking at the scraps for himself later, keeping a tidy house for her, and preparing a little dessert for her as she walked into her dreamhouse. The silent timer dinged and he pulled the pastry out. He let the smell waft to his nose and took note of the vanilla undertones in the pie crust. He reached for the rounded-edge knife but held himself back. God knows how many times she had punished him for taking a bite before her. If she could see his level of restraint right now, what might she say?

‘What a good boy.’

He let the shiver run down his spine. Yes, he was a good boy. He was her good boy. He felt the wind shift as the door to the dreamhouse opened. He heard the click of her heels as she came into the kitchen. He turned to face her, adorning a perfect smile.

“What do we have today?” She said in a clinical tone

“Cherry pie.” He replied. "I thought you'd like it more than pecan..." His voice trailed off, and the thought cut off by a quick nod of approval from her, he takes a knife out of the cabinet and cuts into the dessert. A good amount of the filling pulled out with the movement of the steel blade. He rummaged around the other utensil cabinet and got a spatula out to pull the slice out. She took the plate from him and then took a tentative bite. He bit down on the inside of his lip as he waited in silent anticipation. He can’t afford to disappoint her. He needed her approval. He needed… her. He rocked back and forth onto his tiptoes. He knew better than to speak while she was evaluating him.

“Good.” She said, the corner of her mouth turning upward. He let a deep sigh of relief out but he wasn’t out of the woods just yet. He knew getting his hopes up and asking for her won’t get him what he wants. “Your crust has improved.”

“Thank you.” He took the compliment with a cool composure

“God knows how many times it took you.” She looked him up and down. He felt exposed as her eyes kept giving him a once over. She didn’t need to say it but she will anyway. She walked over to him and let her hands fall into the dips of his hips. Her hands took hold of the love handles that had formed at his side. “Look at you. You were a slim little thing when we started…”

Her hands moved up his torso and rested on his soft chest. Gone were the beach perfect abs. She had a devious smirk plastered across her face as her hands cupped the sagging pecs. His face turned a crimson tone, but he couldn’t deny he loved the way she touched him. A hand pressed against his cheek and she quietly muttered, “So pudgy.”

“Please…” He let the words spill from his lips before realizing what he’d done

“Please what?”

“Please…” He looked down at his feet sheepishly, “Please play with me.”

“What, like this?” She asked like she didn’t know what she was doing to him. He felt his dick twitch underneath his ill-fitting apron. She seemed to sense his pleasure as well and with her lips barely making contact with his cheek, whispered, “God you’re getting so fat. I bet you liked making all those mistakes, huh? Now that Barbie’s not here you felt like you could let yourself go?”

Ken brought his hand up to his mouth and bit down. His dick was already hard. Mattel, he wanted to cum quietly, hiding the mess behind his apron. But no. He wasn’t allowed that kind of privacy. She pulled the apron off the back of his neck and dropped it onto the tile floor. She tisked as she saw the sparkly fluid that laid on the tip of his dick.

“I’ve barely even started with you.” She chastised him. “Wait.”

He turned around and leaned up against the kitchen counter. He waited quietly, not daring to touch himself while small beads of sparkly precum started dripping onto the cabinet. He was completely out of it until he felt the firm plastic of her strap pressed in the crevice of his butt cheeks. He let out a little gasp as he felt her weight push into him, his love handles spilling over the edge of the counter.

“So pretty like this.” She said, moving the artificial cock up and down. “You’ve really grown into your job, haven’t you?”

“Yes.” He whimpered, needing her inside of him. She pulled away from him once again and finally, she was inside of him. He moaned low as she slowly pressed herself into him, getting further and further into him. Her hands moved from just above his shoulder blades to back on her favorite spot, his growing love handles. She started off slowly as she pumped herself into him. Her speed increased as his breaths got shorter and more desperate, almost like he was begging for release without a single word spoken. His grip tightened and his teeth dug into his plush bottom lip. She continues whispering sweet nothings about his weight gain into his ear, her warm breath gliding down his neck. He started, “Fu…” before a long string of glizz came out of him. He was almost spent, but this was a punishment for him after all. She pounded into his prostate, over and over again, listening to his pathetic whines to stop while he could still stand. Eventually, she pulled out of him and his legs buckled ever so slightly without her behind him. She threw the toy to the side and wrapped her hands around the front of Ken’s legs.

“There there, I’ve got you.” She whispered into his ear. His whole weight shifted back into her and she guided him into a wooden chair nearby. Ken was still in the process of catching his breath when he wrapped an arm around the back of the chair. He looked up at her as she found the apron she tossed to the side and placed it back around his neck. She decided to sit on his clothed lap and leaned into him for a kiss. With his other hand he weakly made an effort to cup her cheek in his hand while they kissed. “Now. I expect another pastry tomorrow. You’ll do that for me won’t you?”

He nodded gently in between kisses before she got up and went to put her heels on. As she left, she gave one glance back at her toy and said

“That’s my good boy.”

[bs76420]

Definitely become more grabable 😅🤤😋

[jackcakes]

💕 In the comforting embrace of complete darkness, I reveal myself as the master manipulator of your hidden desires; strategically teasing and tantalizing my prey with delectable treats that seem to multiply right before their very eyes.

My gaze would glow with a sinister lust as I slowly begin to take control; my touch is like fire igniting an inferno within you, leaving nothing but depraved and shameful desires in its wake. With each seductive gulp and moan, you would succumb deeper into a world of sensual depravity; slowly but surely filling every crevice of your insatiable appetite until there's no room left for anything else.

Day after day of mindless shoveling, it wouldn't be long before your once washboard abs give way to a soft, jiggling mass of newly-found lard; your hips widening like ripe fruit ready to burst at the seams.

Eventually, you would find yourself lying helplessly on a soft, plush bed; your stomach protruding outwards like a swollen balloon. A funnel attached with lock and key, ready for round two like the obedient puppy i created.

Afraid? Well, sweetheart, there's no turning back now. Soon, you won't even be able to walk. 💕

[blown-up91]

Chris' Healing (Part 1)

(This is a story of a man fattened up unwittingly by his feeder girlfriend. It contains stuffing, humiliation, and a bit of physical description of a BHM. This is the first part of a multi-part story!) It  was 10 months since Chris’ injury, and he had became a whale of a man. He had always been a big guy, but his work had always kept him active, after a workplace accident he was left on the mend, and at the mercy of his doting partner. They had been dating for a few months prior to his injury, but the moment he got hurt she pounced. She did everything for him, feed him, clean his house, he never had to lift a finger. Every morning, huge breakfasts and a ‘nutritional shake’ while leaving him with enough snacks you’d think there was a house party going on, before swinging by after work and making sure he had a feast for dinner. He never complained, honestly for the first time in his life, it was a chance for him to take a break from always pushing for more. His workers comp claim was handsome, he was probably making more injured than he was working, and with all the help she was providing him, he opened his accounts to her. She had practically moved in, sleeping over every night, feeding him, massaging his body from neck to toe. He never noticed how she focused on his belly, it just seemed to hurt a lot, and she knew what to do to make him feel better.  At first he was a bit resistant, wanting to help out and maintain a bit of decorum, but the combination of having her around him constantly and the literal stream of food entering him, he became more and more gluttonous. He would burp in front of her and she would encourage him “that’s good babe! You should do what makes you comfortable.” Or “it just means you’re digesting” she said with a knead of his belly. As his gut grew it would stick out more and more, the shirt would ride up so high he would forget he’s even wearing one sometimes, being too focused on eating and relaxing to realize what was happening. There was no time inappropriate for eating, in bed, in the bathroom, even in and out of the showers he would take, there was always food, she made sure of it.

                Finally, the day came, Chris felt had been pushing to get back to work, and today was the day he was going to put his foot down with her. He was sitting at home, waiting for her to come home from work with more food. She entered the front door and called out ‘Hey Babe, I’m home’ he responded with a mouth full of chips “In here” she came in to see him sitting on the couch in all his glory. His giant, globular belly forcing his sweatshorts down, they had no drawstring, frankly they were so tight on his waist it’s a surprise they could stay on. His work of the day was obvious all around him, several bags of chips, a bucket of fried chicken he ordered off doordash, three different soda cups sitting next to him, a tub of ice cream sitting on it’s side, and that was just the few hours she was gone. He shuffled in the chair, sitting himself up a bit from the position he had sunk into the couch during his gluttony. “so… honey. I have my back to work physical scheduled for tomorrow” She fluttered her eyes at him “oh, really…” she let out a sigh “you think you’re ready?” He stifled a belch before replying “well… yeah I think I can swing it” (I had to cut the post down a bit since it wouldn't let me post it.)

[growmydarling]

[valgodd]

You’ve been such a good boy, letting me fatten you up like this. You’re so adorable when you open your mouth so obediently, allowing me to feed you spoonfuls of pudding and cream. You’ve been gobbeling up everything I put in front of you, like a really good boy. Just like you should. And you’ve gotten nice and fat as a result. Mhm, you like it when I squeeze your belly roll like this? Mhm. You like being reminded of how much I fattened you? I really put my mark on you, didnt I tubby…. God those buttons are holding on for their dear life, arent they! And you were so slim when we first met… When people see you now, they will see how well I’ve fed you. How I made you mine by fattening you up, slowly but steadily. They will see that you belong to me now.

[pastel-beez]

I want to be a hot wife bimbo who parades her incredibly fat husband around. I love contrast so SO much. Then as soon as the door closes on our home, I pull out the little cake we bought from a patisserie in town, shove it wholly in your mouth just as you like, and call you my good boy.

Deal? Deal.

[tubbybunnysblog]

✨Cream filled✨

Androgynous feedee and feeder Cw: force-feeding, stuffing, teasing, weight loss mention, pig play, spanking, mention oh, crotch touching

I whimpered softly as I feel the warm sun light shine against my tubby face. I open my eyes and go red as I see the mess around me. Grease covered paper bags, burger wrappers, soda cans, Styrofoam cups once filled with milkshakes the room with a mess. I slowly push my body up, feeling my gut slosh “oof…” I reach my chubby hand towards my phone and pick it up “shit.” as I look at the time I realize it was Sunday afternoon. Every day since Thursday morning I have been stuffing myself silly since my partner wasn’t home. They had been gone for a work trip, and had the house all to myself. The only problem was I told them I was going to start losing weight cutting back. My heart starts to pound in my chest as they text me “I’ll be home in an hour sweetheart <3”

“Oh god” I begin to rock myself back-and-forth trying to ignore the dull sense of fullness in my belly. I had to clean up I didn’t want them to know I went back on my word. I slowly start to waddle around, looking for things to easily pick up. I couldn’t bend down with my heavy gut in the way which just make things difficult. As I clean I notice some thing in the corner of my eye, it was an entire gallon of butter cream frosting. My eyes light up as I start to drool a little my partner made the best frosting It was always so creamy and delicious. My belly was begging for it, but I shouldn’t. I try to ignore it, but after 20 minutes of attempted cleaning the temptation got to me.

I waddle over to the container and peel open the lid “just taste” I lift one of the piping bags to my lips and start to suck moaning at the taste “fuck-“ I lean against the counter, pushing the thick cream into my mouth it tasted like a little bit of heaven I didn’t even care how many calories were probably in it. I was so distracted by the heavy decadent cream, I didn’t hear my partner pull into the driveway. They enter the house and instantly notice the mess still left in the living room. “Jesus-“ they chuckled themselves and walk through the living room into the kitchen. Their eyes grew dark with lust and frustration as they saw me practically drinking through their supply. They finally speak up leaning against the kitchen counter. “Now what do we have here?” I freeze when I hear their voice from behind me. I quickly put the piping bag down and turn to them burping loudly from my sudden movements “babe! Hi!” my face looked like a tomato is the stalk towards me staring down at my gut. “don’t stop on my account.” They said roughly turning me back around. “I didn’t- I just wanted a taste I-“ “Save it. Pick it back up and keep eating.” I shiver as they push me over the counter, smacking my ass, which was barely contained by my shorts “b-but” they roughly, grab my chin and turn my face to theirs “did I stutter keep eating. You wanted to be a pig, then do so.” I whined as they picked up the piping bag, pushing it back to my plump lips.

I begin sucking down the mixture as they run their hands over my fat hips “you know I wasn’t sure how long it would take you.” I look up at the tears filling my eyes as I felt their nails run along my sensitive stretch marks “I mean I wasn’t sure how long it would take you to realize that you weren’t ever going to lose weight” They laugh softly as they pull down my tight sleep shorts. “Ever since you started this little journey of yours, your clothes have become even tighter, isn’t this is my shirt used to cover everything now it’s barely a crop top” I wheeze as they pull the first piping bag out of my mouth, replacing it with a second. “I’m just surprised it took you so long to find these I know they’re your favorite that’s why I left them for you.” I buck my fattened ass into their crotch as they reach their hand up to my jiggly chest “I knew you could never resist stuffing your face until you can stand, so I left them so maybe my overfed pig could realize that they like being filled with cream, filled with lard and sugar~” they slowly trail, their hand under my gut which was starting to hang and begin playing with me as they replaced the second with the third. “You were trying so hard to deny you like to be in overfilled like it was heavy donuts your stuff done stuff down your gullet. But you don’t have to.” I whimpered trying to move my face away. My belly pushes painfully into the counter, the top becoming a red from how many calories are packed inside of it. I moan against the metal tip of the piping bag. “please no more.” I look into their eyes and noticed something new. A look so predatory so lustful, I knew it wasn’t going to stop. I knew I wasn’t ever going to lose weight again. I knew that pretty soon it would only be your cream filled pig and part of me, most of me loved it.

[rosefinnigen]

from this morning, love Rose

[bochka95]