Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 4: Leashed

Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 4: Leashed

Word Count: 1504

Thankyou to @fatguarddog for the theme list!

Stuffing, sub x owner, large feedee x small feeder, mobility issues, gender neutral POV

This was actually really fun to write and I may incorporate leashes into other stuff I write now. The thought of a leash through someones sleeve so "holding hands" is still kinky is getting me rn

The lock clicks into place as you trace the length of the leash with your gaze and peer into their eyes, from your knees they feel so far away, so far above you in body and mind. Their hand caresses the side of your face before they lean back and take in your expansive form

"God you look cute like this, just the perfect pig"

You're about to say something in return but they stop you

"Uh uh, no no, livestock can't speak"

Your nose is tickled by the snout they strapped to you as you smile, a sneeze leaving your lips.

"Close, but that's not the sound you make piggy. Come on, let me hear it"

Bashfully you start to grunt and squeal, the embarrassment forming sweat between your billowing rolls. It didn't help that you were naked from the shoulders down, on your cushion like knees against the hardwood. Nor did it help that your partner was wearing a deep black outfit adorned with metal rivets and loops, leaving little to the imagination. Your hips begin to roll side to side, trying to help you ease yourself into this new role as you look to the floor still letting out the sounds you know they want to hear.

They take notice of your pitiful attitude and tug the leash, forcing you to look upwards

"Come on piggy, to the kitchen we go"

Their eyes are as black as their outfit, rimmed with white reminding you of their pure nature. This was just one night, one night of self indulgent fantasy you agreed to because of how much you love them. So you place your hands on the ground and begin to crawl, your belly brushing the ground with long strokes against the cold hardwood. The over hang of your belly sinking further back towards your thighs, you stop for a moment to adjust, just wanting to shift your belly forward and make the journey easier. They tug the leash harder this time, not enough to take you off balance but enough so that you whip your head up to them

"Good pigs keep their head up and eyes forward, just ignore the difficulties and let me do the thinking for you, ok my little glutton?"

A short moment passes but it feels way longer, before you snort in response and accept tonights fate. They start walking again but this time faster, not letting you set the pace as before

"I'm not hearing enough noise pig."

The sweat is dripping off you from both the exertion and embarrassment and you let them hear the symphony they want between sputtering coughs

By the time you reach the kitchen you're exhausted, you haven't had to do this much activity in months, your partner was usually content and enthusiastic to just spoil you as you relax on the couch all day. Always getting up to grab deliveries, refilling your drinks and plates without questions, massaging and caressing your distended middle after stuffings. Indulging your fantasies, you thought you were fulfilling all of theirs but clearly you were wrong, they have a more domineering side you didn't have the opportunity to meet before.

"Sit up piggy and lean back against the dishwasher"

You do as you're told, but the weight of your legs and heft of your belly make it difficult, you're panting, trying to hide it with long breaths and contented sighs

"Just let it out baby. Let me hear how tired your gluttony has made you"

They have the reigns, they have the control, and they have the sex appeal, just give in. You thought to yourself as you finally lean back into the cold metal of the dishwasher. Your partner links the handle of the leash around one of the drawer handles as they go to the fridge. Swinging it open with a calculated passion and staring you down like prey. Their piercing gaze like a void dragging you in, the black holes of their eyes making you submit mentally even more than you had in the previous months.

"Good news pig. Looks like your fat ass was too lazy to raid the fridge while I was at work"

They pull out 4 cartons of heavy cream and toss one to the floor between your knees, right in front of the soft underbelly that has covered your genitals since summer last year.

"Drink it"

You pick it up and pop off the cap as they pull out the blender.

Dumping 2 of the cartons into the blender before tossing the fourth at the floor in your direction. Without looking at you they repeat the order

"Drink it, both of those better be gone before I have this ready"

You snort in response and they smile, you notice their thighs quiver a little and in that moment you recognize how careless you'd been when it came to fulfilling their fantasies. You chug the first carton faster, determined to make them proud and satisfied. As the first carton was done draining down your throat you see them pull a cake and 2 pints of ice cream from the fridge. You lean forward, reaching for the 2nd carton, the leash pulled taught against your neck as the drawer slides out and your gargantuan gut presses against the floor, you grasp the carton, a belch escapes your lips again. Your partner stifles a laugh before locking back into their serious dom persona. Lining their face with cold indifference as they dump the half melted still chunky ice cream into the blender.

You chug the second carton as fast as you can, letting your moans escape as you jiggle your lower belly. They slice the cake, dropping slice after slice into the blender until half the cake is left. Placing the top back onto the blender you hear it whirr to life and you watch the sugary fattening mixture coalesce together into a delicious mass. You remove the carton from your lips, dropping it to the floor, the hollow sound completely overwhelmed by the blender.

As the sound of thousands upon thousands of calories swirling around comes to a close, your partner removes the blender from its base and pops off the lid. Standing before you as they inspect their fattened lazy hog.

"...Wow. You are one greedy fat ass you know that? Dutifully sucking down the cream without a thought, do you even know how many calories you just fucking drank?... Of course you don't, what am I saying. Tilt your fucking head back pig."

They approach you with slow calculated steps and swipe a funnel off the counter, before popping it into your mouth and stick their foot beneath your growing gut. Pressing their toes into your fat pad, they lean over you and begin to pour, quickly filling it to the top before setting the blender down and grabbing the leash. Slowly they wrap it around their hand as you suck down the sugary slop, ensuring they have a tight grip

"What a good piggy..."

You moan through the funnel, the pressure building in your midsection rising and their words hitting your ears causing you to grow incredibly horny. They wiggle their toes and press their foot deeper, you groan

"Oh does my hog like that? I'll keep that in mind, looks like your getting ready for a refill though, would you like a break?"

Quickly you shake your head no, it must've surprised them because their was a substantial pause, but a devilish smile bled through the silence as they dropped the leash to grab the blender again. Pouring the rest of the fattening concoction into the funnel, they kneel down in front of you while holding the funnel above your head, slipping a finger into the link where they locked the leash to your collar. Leaning over you, dominating all you can see, you look into their eyes again as you keep sucking it down, the void pulling you deeper as you hear their heavy breathing.

Both lost in the pleasure and moment, time moves quickly. You can't really remember how long it took to get to bed, or how long it took to get off the ground, you just remember the sound your gut made as it scraped across the cold hardwood and the difficulty it was to move mere inches. Your gut has filled the space beneath you completely.

But you found yourself on the bed with a belly so tight it shone crimson, and their cute evil laugh as they lauded you for your gluttony, clearly enjoying the absolute trainwreck they were witnessing.

As you could feel the food coma coming on they said one final thing that made you know it would all be alright.

"Don't worry pig. Tomorrow you'll have the day you're used to and my loving caring nature will return, but nights like these are gonna happen more often ok? Get some sleep sweet heart"

Your energy is all but gone so you just snort in response.

fixated on the idea, part fantasy, part memory, of him being suddenly so full, fuller than he meant to be, too full -- warm belly now swelling to just past the edge of ache, rounding irrepressibly outward with the pressure of everything he just couldn't resist that evening -- and before that, at lunch-- and before that, at that huge late breakfast, god, who knew the pancakes there would be so big?

Hours after the start, but moments past the final straw of those last eager spoonfuls: his whole middle now solid, swollen firm, stretched tender under my roving hands. He leans back into my arms, all but pinned to me by the sheer weight of his own indulgence-- that last loss of judgment and control that seeded this hour or three of sleepy vulnerability, glutted and utterly exposed as a strained groan slips out here, or a soft belch there. He can only sink deeper, irresistibly, into the soft intoxication of overwhelming satiety -- the heaviness, gentle but irresistible as it presses him back into me, my eager hands and his languid ones each rubbing or tracing every inch of his belly together, in turn -- my fingers, so hungry to explore, to press and glide and knead, to cradle warm taut curves or sink into each discovered softness-- his fingers, unable to keep from clutching weakly at his bulging sides as he moans in helpless pleasure.

We hear a lot about succubi/incubi feeders, but what about succubi/incubi that feed off horny energy and wind up getting fat. And the fatter they get the more energy from their partner they have to feed off of…

I appreciate your story/perspective on this and I apologize if my question is too personal, I'm a southern guy trying to understand more about this since I've only ever met 3 trans people in person(that I know of at least, ik not everyone is visibly trans), 2 being tboys. I believe we got one go at life so people should live how they wish in whatever truth they find within themselves. Whether it's a ton of tattoos, being trans, who they love, their career path, or whatever. Like who am I to disparage what you found within when I don't have your experiences ya know?

Is the gender affirming aspect of weight gain(in your experience) more about the change in size of certain traditionally femme body parts? Or is it something else? All over softness in comparison to the general perception of men being rugged and rigid?

Bro like at least half of the people who interact with my posts/stories are trans and I'm trying to figure out if I just got that accepting/supportive vibe or if this community is just extra extra trans. Like it's Tumblr so ofc its gonna be more trans than other sites

Either way I'm doing something right ig with the gender neutral stories

Also a lot of y'all are hot, I'm finding so many sexy mfs on here

Additional thought. Weight gain can help with body dysphoria? I don't have a personal experience with that in regards to gender but from what I've read it seems like a common theme for people. Like it would make sense to me if a lot of trans people were into soft feedism, that just clicks in my head and sounds right because of how loving/nurturing soft feedism can be(especially in regards to a body changing)

Are we born with it?

Our desire to either become obese or love and encourage someone who is?

I know it's something that has been ingrained in me since I was too young to understand the sexual attraction behind it. Most FA/FFA/BHM/BBW (that's a mouthful, no pun intended) that are involved in the online community, have had their desire towards fat all their lives.

Living in a world where fat is bad, we usually have to hide it. At least some FA/FFA's have the ability to hide it (though they shouldn't... we should shout from the rooftops how beautiful fat is). But the desire of our affection can't hide it. They have to live with that weight on their body every second. And we, as fat admirers, should make that as easy as possible for them.

Publicly support fat people. Publicly support fat rights, fat issues; fight fat discrimination. Just because some of us fat admirers are thin and can hide our desire in public, doesn't mean we should.

Stick up for fat people. Provide education towards those who can't possibly understand.

Just because it's sexual for us, doesn't mean that the beautiful fat people we adore should suffer public humiliation (I mean, unless you're into that).

Can any others relate? To the desire deeply ingrained in us for all our lives?

*deepest inhale of my fucking life*

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