Bellyyearner - V's Yearning For Fat Again

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…

Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 5: Tea Party

Word Count: 1494

Thankyou to @fatguarddog for the theme list!

College Setting, Stuffing, Weight Gain, Teacher x Student, large feedee x small feeder, GN feedee x femme feeder, implied death feedism at end

Not 100% on the time period but definitely before cars, were talking big cities with horse drawn carriages.

The pompous halls of Brightway Academy are always a sight to behold, high vaulted ceilings adorned with chandeliers descending looking like falling stars as they glistened in the sunlight peering through the stained glass windows. The floor is adorned with complex tile patterns and marble statues in small receded cubbies in the wall. All of this high class beauty was typically filled with a swarm of bourgeois high class individuals, be they students or teachers, their fit bodies strutting the halls as if they owned them.

But for a few of the students, this wasn't the case, the public outcry from the citizens of Brightway about class division had caused the academy to offer scholarships. The things needed to qualify for those scholarships were kept hush hush amongst the dean and her cronies, but regardless the public had accepted this resolution. All the public needed was to see a few individuals from a familiar humble background to accept that class migration was possible.

You were one of 30 that had received the first scholarships and were now in your third and final year, but only a small handful of you were still the same person that had arrived at those academy gates 3 years ago.

Waddling down the long hallway for your bi-weekly meeting with Ms. Yorkstein you already knew exactly how it would play out, your meetings hadn't changed at all in a little over 2 years. It was frustrating to know that your education was different from the rest of the students and the few scholarship recipients that attended normal classes, but still this life was better than the farm you grew up on.

Shuffling step after heavy step towards her office you could hear your footsteps and heavy breathing echo, certainly alerting every classroom and teachers office you passed of your presence. You were on your 6th uniform since arrival and knew you were due for a new one. The white pants with gold trim were stretching at the seams, popping stitches whenever you sat down, your vest was unable to be buttoned without help and the overcoat wasn't long enough to hide your lard ridden gut, causing it to hang out the bottom by multiple inches, the fold at your love handles exposed as well. Mumbling to yourself as you waddled

"huff.. damn it.. how many times.. have I asked... fuckURP... to change the location.. for this..."

Your thighs scrape against each other with each and every step, demanding more and more effort with each passing moment. Belly wobbling as one giant heavy mass, packed full from breakfast and topped off by maids delivering snacks to your quarters before meeting Ms. Yorkstein for lunch.

Once you're within 20 feet of the door Ms. Yorksteins assistant Marie opens the door from the inside, further confirmation of just how loud your struggle has become.

"Ah reader, right on schedule. Leaving early sure does have it's benefits wouldn't you say?"

Still huffing and puffing you waddle right past her without a word, desperate to plop down onto the reinforced couch in Ms. Yorksteins office. Sitting at the table you see her, sipping her tea and taking in your fattened form. She was a tall woman, not that you'd know unless she stood up, most of her height was in her abnormally long legs. You could never get a read on the shape of her body, her full coverage white dress with jade green accents did a great job at hiding her, leaving only her face and hands exposed.

"Reader! It's so good to see you again, I take it you've been well?"

"huff.. yes ma'am..."

"Good.. well, help yourself"

She waved a hand towards the table in front of you, filled to the brim with pastries, confectionaries, and little sandwiches. Knowing you can't leave until she is satisfied you lean forward and grab a few items

"Marie.. be a dear and get some tea for reader here"

Marie does as she's told and starts to fill a cup for you, placing it on the side table within reach as you dutifully swallow the few treats you grabbed, leaning forward to grab more before taking a sip.

After about 10 minutes of the usual small talk and at least 2000 calories in sweets consumed, Ms. Yorkstein set her tea cup down

"Reader, despite your humble beginnings and lack of a formal education I believe that you're perceptive enough to recognize your situation, would you say that's accurate?"

Swallowing the sip from your tea cup and setting it down you reply

"yes ma'am"

"Would you care to inform me of what you think is happening here?"

"well..."

A short pause ensues as you lean forward to grab another pastry, stuffing the whole thing in your mouth and quickly swallowing it before you answer.

"I believe... that not only my size but the size of my friends is intentional... Sure.. a few of us who got scholarships are still thin but... 25 of us growing heavier and heavier week after week.. it's kind of obvious"

Ms. Yorkstein picked up her tea cup for a sip as she pondered your reply

"And why do you think the academy has accommodated all of that?"

Your belly rumbles, churning the sweets atop the rest of the days consumption, causing the exhaustion you feel to weaken your restraint

"...royals have odd tastes?"

Ms. Yorkstein bursts out into a deep belly laugh, spilling her cup of tea as it fell to the floor and shattered, her hands went to her sides as she tried to hold in her bewilderment.

"haHAA... heh, haaa... That was a good one reader, hehe.. ooohhh, well.. I can understand where you got that but no.... Well, yes and no, certainly some royals have odd tastes and hell you might even end up with one but no."

She snaps her fingers and Marie rushes over with a fresh cup of tea, handing it to Ms. Yorkstein, she takes a dignified sip and sets the cup on the table before continuing

"How do you think all of the opulence around you is possible reader? How is it able to be maintained and passed down? How do the empires that are built last across centuries?... You don't let just anyone be involved... Sure the lowly citizens can be mad about their lives all they want, sure they can go on strike, refuse to pay taxes, spread their ideologies of a better and 'more equitable' world.... But if you dangle something in front of their eyes, dangle opportunity for a better life on a fish hook, enough of them will chase it that they forget the power that lies in numbers"

She takes her cup from the table again and drinks what remains, setting it back down to the table

"Grab another pastry reader"

You grab 3, the baffling nature of her explanation distracting you, causing you to grab the amount you actually wanted. She looks pleased

"We take in a couple dozen of you commoners every year, segregate you and domineer you with empty platitudes but tons of attention, some of you get a real education, are treated like real students. But the vast majority of you? You're props... Nothing more, and nothing less. Those promises to your family about you just being oh so busy with school, promises that you'll be employed in another city after graduation and sending gold home to help the family, all of that is just to keep the public complacent. Keep them in the dark. A few commoners getting social mobility is fine, we can control them with ease, that's not an issue. But dozens? Adding up to hundreds in just a few short years? Why the fuck would we allow that?"

It dawns on you just how deep this all goes, at 19 you had expected to only see your family after you had been working for a few years already, after you were established you were gonna return home with riches and move them to a new area, you planned to help out your neighbors. Telling the school that information during the interview process was a terrible decision. You should've been more selfish. Ms. Yorkstein began to speak once more

"And you want to know the best part Reader? I'm not even worried about telling you this, you and I both know you can't walk all the way to the gates, certainly can't walk all the way out of the capital city past the markets into the outskirts. One you don't have the capabilities, and two you're so slow it'd be easy to catch you.... We are only a few weeks from graduation, so now my question to you is, would you like to go the route of 'Royals have odd tastes' or would you rather just keep eating yourself fatter and fatter within the academy walls, we can't feed you forever but we can certainly make your demise come quicker"

Legit feels like I'm getting stared down by a mountain lion only to have them nuzzle into my shoulder for a moment before they walk off back into the woods

the feeling when a big feedism blog reposts one of your posts 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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)

Glorifying Obesity? Nah, I'm

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