the-deathbed-feedee

[the-deathbed-feedee]

Yayy time to get drunk

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Why does vodka make me so slutyy?? I swear no other alcohol goes straight to my pussy like this

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the thing is i DO want a woman to dom me but not in the "i want a woman to be mean to me" way i see a lot of guys pine over. i wanna get fucked by a taller maybe older woman who spends the whole time giggling and telling me how cute i am but in a mildly condescending way the whole time. i want her cooing over me but in the same way you talk about a dog. is there an audience for this

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Scrounged up money for snacks so I'm having a nice stuffing

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If anyone wants to do a feederism/mpreg rp dm me, I just made a new furry oc and he needs to be fed and bred

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Stayed up late edging and finally let myself cum at midnight thinking about being gotten drunk and bred by daddy and eating maraschino cherries off my gfs chest, then woke up at 4:30 am and couldn't get back to sleep until I abused my clit some more thinking about mommy getting me fat and drunk and using me.

Happy fucking new year or whatever

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​currently thinking about greedy pigs who use food as a coping mechanism for everything

cute fatty who mindlessly polishes off an entire cake bc they’re so embarrassed and nervous that they can’t fit into any of their clothes anymore and the only way they know how to cope with stress is by gorging on thousands of empty calories 🥰

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Slightly drunk and completely stuffed and rapidly discovering my intox kink

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"I don'thin'g....-hic!- this's wha'd pregaming was s'poseda be." You slur, swaying up against the side of the kitchen counter. It presses into your bloated belly, and you belch.

I stare at you for a long time before seeming to finally recognize what you say. "Huuhhh?" I ask dazedly, grabbing onto the wall to keep myself from falling, "Were we spos'da.... go somewh-uORP- where?"

You shrug, staggering into the doorframe. "Maybe?"

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wanna go out and drink with somebody til we can't stand up straight, slurring and giggling and burping and falling into bushes outside the club while we wait for our ride. wanna be so drunk that the peopele around us are like uhhh are you good and we keep sayhing the same things over and over because we forget we just said that

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getting stoned and someone sober taking advantage of me. only being able to whimper and moan as they use my limp body. yea i want that

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Promise?

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Trying my hand at a quick one shot about a proper feedee (c/w abuse death feedist, heath issues, immobility)

They had been here for years, she would be here for more, here in there bed, naked, surrounded by screens and food there whole world had shrunk to here. It didn't take long, a handful of years a feeder with a silver tongue and a promise of fulfilling their wettest of dreams, and here they sat, or rather laid, somewhere between the two really, laying down meant they couldn't breathe, sitting up hurt there back, this reclined position lightly eased both of those.

They looked around, every screen played an endless loop of the fattest examples of people humanity was able to produce, intertwined with that was every bit of encouragement every feeder on there socials could muster, it had been like this for years, there entire life this bed. To there left a tube that would fill them with some kind of slop that took days off there life every time they drank it, to there right some kind of mound of deepfried slop that would take days off there life as they ate it, it had been like this for years.

The only agency they had over themselves any more was how far back they laid and what they ate between feedings, breathing eating and growing were all they had done for years, its all they would do from now on. They wanted this at some point, to be more play thing than person, and they still wanted it, or they were pretty sure she still did, there feeder and fans only told them they did, no backing out now only more and more and more and more

They weren't hungry, they hadn't felt that in years but to them anything less than full to the point of pain was basically hunger, any thought of less than the absolute maximum there body could handle vanished the moment they laid in this bed years ago,

For years her life has been about fat and for years on it will only be about fat

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Morbidly obese, extremely unhealthy, and dying from obesity. That's the life I want to live.

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A feeding tube straight into a persons stomach is such a cool concept.

The only reason you would get on is because you have a desire so strong to gain weight that you don’t even care to taste the food. The only thing you want is to be pumped as full as possible, feeling your stomach bulge and groan from the grotesque amount of food it’s become accustomed to. The tube never stops, turning your body into factory built to produce fat. Pounds gained in the double digits every day, stretch marks so thick deep and red that it’s very possible they will split. You’re barely conscious because of the raw energy needed to digest all the food, which is good because the pain from gaining so fast and being so full would be excruciating.

You never want to stop. You have to get fatter. If you’re at this point, it isn’t an option.

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It's kind of funny that I don't *feel* that fat. Like, I don't notice it much when I'm just going about my day, but then I look at certain pictures of myself and it's like damn,,,,he's big

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I don't wear jeans much so I always forget how hot my thighs look when I sit in jeans