I Like Em Whimpering And Lactating And Rotund And Begging To Be Milked, But Also Smirking And Caring

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?

Does anybody want to do a cuddle pile and explore each others bodies sleepily just to finally drift off, cozy and content? It can't be just me now, can it

You awakened the hunger that I didn't know I had and now i need more big ang heavy Baizhu... Please... even just some headcanons...

Mhm, I see what we got here~ Guess I'll serve us a treat!

(I say, as if I'm not the one writing multiple fics about a heavy, round Baizhu lol)

Some hcs/scenarios below the cut! And fret not, I definitely plan to write about him again 💜

- I love the idea of Baizhu breaking the doctors' curse by becoming the source of life himself - you know, maybe like a blessed pregnancy situation? Eternally hefty preggo, bountiful, overflowing... Always ripe, always getting questioned about his gut...

- No matter if he's stuffed to the gills or just generally too hefty to manage things on his own, he *will* attempt to go about his tasks. He will be so stubborn at first, until all this certainty starts cracking away... Oof, well, his back does hurt more often than usual, so... It's okay if he takes this one morning off, right?...

- His appetite keeps growing with him, of course, and he's quite shy about it. At first he'd try to keep his portions the same, until caving in, realizing what his body truly needs. It would embarrass him, to give into gluttony and unravel his shameful self, so a lot of hearty encouragment would be welcome 💜

- God, he's just a whore for homemade food. I don't know how else to say it, but if someone is cooking *directly* for him, he will eat it all and quietly beg for more, salivating, at that point dazed and shameless. If he's getting hand fed, he will lick the feeder's fingers, whimpering between his heavy gasps... Belly heavy like a keg, the feeder could grant him some mercy...

- He loves his belly being held from behind, the lover lifting it up, holding the whole Baizhu onto themself. He'd probably moan out of pleasure by accident, from all that relief <3

This is what I got off the top of my head! Hope it's good enough <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.

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:

“fatten up”… “plump up”… “pork up”… all make me Feel Feelings just gimme all of them hooooo boy