#feedee thoughts

[fluffypuddin]

putting it simply, i'm a pretty princess and i deserve to lounge around all day having my face stuff while being pampered getting my belly rubbed 💕

[ssbbwxutjja]

Look at me, so hopelessly fattened beyond reason, my flab pooling into thick, doughy rolls. Every day I become softer and heavier than the last. Just lying here, engulfed in fat, feeling the weight of it pressing down upon me, is enough to remind me of just how far I’ve let myself go. Yet, I still need more.

[chunkyrobin]

I look so... round here

[t-hunger]

i'm going to get so fat and it's going to be very on purpose

[your-thighness69]

the reason i like the idea of being able to turn my brain off and letting another person make decisions is probably bc of the overwhelming amount of decisions i have to truly make on a daily basis 😩

[bigguyalex]

Why I couldn't fully enjoy being a feedee until I "burned the ships"

There were actually several times I decided I was done fighting myself, and that I was going to eat, enjoy, and indulge as I pleased. But, early on, while I was still thin, it was too easy to turn back. Fit friends would still invite me to play sports. Girls would still hit on me, obviously admiring my physique. I'd see my belly starting to round or feel myself getting the slightest bit winded, and hesitation would and doubt would creep in. I knew in feedism, I had discovered a new world where it was okay to be myself, to relax, and to celebrate. But, like an early explorer, I could see the ships at the shore waiting to take me back to the mundane, but at least familiar, world of pretense, struggle, and exhaustion. Like them, I had to burn the ships to erase those second thoughts. I had to push through until my abs were covered in too much fat to even feel them buried and forgotten beneath the pudge. I had to let myself get so out of shape that my old, fit friends gave up on me. I had to sit back and let my expanding gut mark me as "for FFAs and feeders only." Once I found myself too heavy and hungry to even contemplate returning to endless workouts and diets, and once any second thoughts were nothing but smoldering ashes on the beachhead, then I became a free and true inhabitant of this new land.

[fluffypuddin]

To be so stuffed that it feels laborious to move, so full that all i can let out are grunts and whines. Only for a feeder to tease me and ask me to use my words yet they know full well what I want, they just want to see me struggle. Having them slap the belly that they knew they contributed to growing, that ball of lard being their own doing, making me feel more discomfort as all i want is belly rubs. But I wont get that until i manage to utter out the struggle of a word 💕

[ssbbwxutjja]

Every bite, every binge, every lazy, gluttonous day has led to this—an insatiable feedee, a spoiled piglet, too fat to resist her own appetite. And you love it, don't you? Watching me get rounder, softer, lazier… knowing that I’ll only keep growing for you.

[your-thighness69]

pls know that every time i say ‘just one more bite’ i am lying through my teeth :3

[fluffypuddin]

a dream for a feeder to be constantly pampering ensuring I am never left with an empty stomach or not keeping busy with chewing. having me constantly eating only to then slip into a food coma and when i wake up? another stuffing. force feeding even if i claim i have no more room, the idea of pushing through discomfort only to then be praised and receive belly rubs from the feeder 💕

[opaqueopaque]

What if you took control of my diet and teasingly traced each new roll and crease as the pounds filled me out… :3

[chunkyrobin]

Its really starting to spill between my thighs and onto my lap it seems

[squishy-strawberry]

I spend too much of my free time thinking about how cute my ass will be once it's a bit bigger 🍑

[your-thighness69]

good girls eat their meals, greedy girls finish yours too ;)

[siren-seductress-x]

Belly pic from a couple nights ago.

[fluffypuddin]

Putting praise and teasing into the mix of things is so much more fun for me, being told I am a good piggy while a feeder hands me more food. Rubbing my belly as I take what they give me. Only to later slip into a food coma and wake up yet for another stuffing. The feeder taking all the worries and strain off me and the only thing i have to think about is my next meal or snack, making me mindlessly depend on them to feel pampered and full. 💕