Guess Who Posted Again, Finally! This Time, Neuvillette Finds A Drink That He Really Likes

Guess who posted again, finally! This time, Neuvillette finds a drink that he really likes <3

Late as hell, but I never intended to do all the prompts anyway, soo... Take my participation for Day 2 of Feedist Kinktober! The theme is obviously Royalty, which I'm a sucker for <3

It's a simple A/B scenario, fill the gaps with whomever you want 👀

A - ex-knight turned feedee (he/him)

B - the feeder prince (he/him)

WC: 1,082

Hope you enjoy!

"Am I…" A's eyes trailed off as he flushed helplessly, "Am I fat enough for you now, my lord?"

The prince only grinned as he watched his favorite ex-knight-turned-servant squirm under the silk-smooth hands of the royal. B has fattened his favorite guard well so far; No matter what he wore, clothes hugged A's curves mercilessly. His ass and hips practically always strained any pants he wore, skin-tight; His chubby face itself proof of overindulgence, as his cheeks and chin rounded up, giving him a cherubic, cute look. Stark contrasts to the tough-faced warrior who once walked these corridors so sternly, so above everybody… Now all he could do is waddle after the toothpick-sized prince that has claimed him as a prize piglet.

And his belly, of course… His belly stole the spotlight.

Soft and round and plump, always at least somewhat filled up, or demanding another portion. Growling easily, whenever A wasn't full for but an hour, even less. B has trained and indulged his body to the point that A would beg to be fed, even blushing red with shame. His embarrassed, needy whimpers were music to the prince's ears.

That's what you get for being so cold and mean. And hot. You get to turn even hotter, bigger, puffier, musculature melting like wax into smooth, overfed bliss… You turn into the prince's plaything, at his mercy at all times.

One that was meant to protect, well… Let's just say he barely even remembered what his armor looked like. And holding a sword, he would only hurt himself. No, B thought, his hands sinking lower, into the flabby, plump underbelly of his pet thing - A would never be a knight again. He was making sure of that.

Spoiled and overfed and conditioned, he would learn to love the life of pampering and luxury without any shame. B would yet break his  sorry ego.

"A-Ah, my master… Dear prince…" A whispered breathily, glaring down and whining a little as the prince's gentle yet decided hands toyed with his chub. "Oh… my lord…"

"You know the answer to that, silly." B clicked his tongue, smirking into the other's neck. His hands explored deeper under the fat, into those tight pants, barely able to release the sorry waistband from its misery. A moaned when his fat spilled out and jiggled, a prime image of indulgence and unbearable, always growing gluttony. "You should always grow some more. That's my order~"

A could only stare absent-mindedly, bliss on his stupid little face, so bloated with good food and laziness. B grew this fatness personally, the prince always behind it, going to many measures necessary to fill up his gut some more.

A started so modestly. In such denial, going as far as to go against his prince at times. Despite clear orders, A was a prick that needed some further discipline.

Finally realizing his subservience to his lord, he hesitantly let prince B pamper him, taking him away from the actions of protection and bravery. He barely ever escaped the attention of other knights, as his plumpy, soft form became more and more apparent. A knew if he were them, he wouldn't recognize himself.

Finally, he was promoted from guard to prince's personal companion. A became his pet for good.

Where had that strong, independent, blunt warrior gone? He's grown soft, pound by pound, inch by inch. Beer, silky clothes and excessive leisure time helped. He wasn't allowed to leave his chambers without the Prince. He couldn't bathe in the servants' room, only ever allowed in the royal bath, as per B's orders. And he had nobody pitying him, for everybody wished they could have a life this careless and A would be a fool rejecting the prince's advances.

First but a beer gut, softness grew atop of his slim, tough belly. Further and further, until pulling on his armor made him want to hurl. He didn't fit it anymore, not with his new role, that of his master's plumpy pet.

He lost count of how many clothes he's outgrown. The numbers were in the hundreds. And the best thing was, he only kept expanding. He still wasn't enough for the prince. Even when he started having problems dressing on his own (solution: maids) and taking the stairs (solution: never leave his floor or wait for staff), the prince kept steadily overfeeding his companion, eyes shining with glee and mischief.

The royal himself was so tiny the knight could probably crush his feeder, and yet it was the former that held all the power, towering over the other in status.

Besides… a life full of spoiling couldn't be that terrifying… Why would someone not want a life of constant calm?...

Worrying about only ever ripping his pants, or burping too loud… those seemed arbitrary, yet those were the only kinds of concerns A had ever since he converted to this lifestyle. It couldn't compare to his mission-fueled path of a knight, full of sorrow, pain and sacrifice.

It felt good to have somebody lean over him for once. It was good to let someone else fend for A. It was good to see someone care so much, to the point he could be so plump he'd barely stand - him, an average, decent warrior, in the past valued only by what he could do physically and his carefully sculpted body.

Now his physical movement was limited. Bulges and rolls rubbed against each other, his thighs always warm. He had no clue if he could still jump. His scars faded healthily and his tits grew bountiful. Even being a little pet, he mattered so much to the prince. Far more than when he was just a knight.

The dainty hands went from his underbelly to his ass and A moaned as soon as his cheeks were squeezed. He felt good. He was so wide, so big for his prince… This life could be so fulfilling. He shamefully imagined his ass expanding on sight, breaking the seams right into the prince's hands.

When the prince gently pressed his body against the other's back, the ex knight was breathless of pleasure. His body, big and warm, was claimed by someone so important and generous. And caring.

He turned his head to his master, feeling his plump nipples strain against the luxurious, white shirt.

"My lord… everything for you."

The prince playfully bit his lip.

"Good boy, A. Very good. I'll make sure you're rewarded."

A bell rang for dinner.

Another deep-ish train-of-thought dive into kinks that I have. Kind of. See, I didn't think I'd so much into the petplay angle of feedism, especially that most of it focuses on pigs, an approach that I'm not too fond of. I get it, it's just not my thing. Cows are a little more fun, but it's the other concepts that really got me invested.

(Note for non-petplay friends: these are not about actual animals. It's all about roleplay. What's attractive to me is as if a human/sentient humanoid was to consciously act out these roles & scenes & voice their sensations)

Anyways.

A wild animal, best if a dangerous yet lousy carnivore, that gets captured and spoilt by its new owners, who make them into a pet and corrupt their instincts. If they planned escape in the beginning, now they can't imagine living any other life than that of leisure and having everything be done for them. Their swollen belly is so tight that sometimes, they do nothing but lay on their back and purr or pant, helpless. Bonus points if they are found by their old pack/friend and express that they don't want to leave anymore. Bonus-bonus points if the newcomer is trapped and fattened, too, this time with the original fatty's encouragment and bliss to see someone else discover the pleasure of growth. I'm thinking lions, wolves, big felines/canines. Big things that grow soft and greedy.

Another example. A house pet that is overfed from the get-go and then softly shamed by their wild friends, who turn out to only fatten them more, just because they think the main cutie's adorable. They like how helpless and spoilt rotten they are; They want the tubby to come with them to the forest where they'll be eternally dependant on the pack, as one lacking skills and physique to hunt... or move at all, even 👀 At some point they should just find a cozy forever home in some cave they'll grow into... All that is pet dog/wild dogs or wolves even, sheep/wolves, dog/fox, pet cat/stray cats

Yet another angle. Wild animal gets greedy for human food and gets punished for their gluttony by getting stuck in a pantry, or somewhere like that. That one is from like fairytales and stuff, I'm pretty sure. A hungry wolf that grows so taut that they can't squeeze through the tiny entrance window. Engorged on delicious, salty hams and sausages that humans worked so hard to make... They can be sure they'll receive a fitting punishment...

Then there's birds. Of course. And horses. Growing too fatty to fly at all. Getting too big to gallop, reduced to a heavy waddle and greedy whines for sugar and apples and cake. Because they're such great racers and they deserve it. It's giving ex-jock and I'm all here for that.

Them eating things they're not supposed to. Then "regretting it". And coming back for more. Belly brushing against the floors, the doorframes, them craddling it, barely reaching, wincing from fullness, from being good and gluttonous. Then getting tired, becoming so sedentary and cute and plump, for the owners to fully take over.

And more. And even more.

I got so many ideas, but I think this glimpse is more than enough for now 💜

ur works are so soft and hot, I especially liked ur layla fic bc I’m a sucker for wg/feederism where everyone around them is so supportive and helpful hehe

sometimes I think abt ganyu in the same vein… she has some issues with food and allowing herself to eat enough so if she started getting a little chubby or stuffed in public I feel like those who love her would definitely encourage her and maybe even quietly contribute to feeding her more <3

Thank youuu, that's exactly what I strive for in my feedism writing! It means so much to me that people notice <3

And gosh, I've had so many thoughts about Ganyu... Mostly about her finding comfort in her body, overcoming her issues and finally being happy and indulgent! She deserves to be big, warm and soft, and not care so much about what people think...

In her case allowing someone else to feed and love her like that would be such a great sign of trust! The more people show her that encouragment, the better 💜

I've had a few scenarios in mind, mainly with Ning and Shenhe - or just, like you said, a public Liyue scenario with a bunch of her friends. All of them sound warm and wholesome, I'll definitely consider expanding on that c:

I like em whimpering and lactating and rotund and begging to be milked, but also smirking and caring and tugging me by a collar to please me. You know what I mean?

obese puppy gf with big soft tummy 🤝 kitty cat bf who kneads the big soft tummy with his paws