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Wouldn’t you like to hang out with this fat idiot? i know i would, bro

had such a stupidly hot dream abt making out with a fat feedee babe at the bar.. telling her that i wanna be fatter than her and all.. oh wow

Feeding you not only because I want you to get fatter, but because it’s an intimate, beautiful experience. I want you to feel good, I want you to feel full and heavy and beautiful. I never want you to feel hungry, I want to take care of you. It’s such a feeling to want *more* of someone, so much more that you make them fatter. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror and feel connected to your body.

Watch yourself eat, look at your face when you take a bite and squeeze that belly knowing that you’re creating a masterpiece of a body. You’re beautiful and smooth and sexy… and the connection between us when we’re eating is everything. Open up, baby

Also general writing update! I know it's been silent around here and on my ao3 alike, but hey, I write for fun, so I get the luxury of waiting for a Writing Mood 💜

That being said, feel free to leave some nice feedism things in my inbox anytime!! GI or just general ones <3

ah, ex jocks.. what would i do without them

Please for the love of god someone put their hand on my belly and tell me they think I’ve been getting bigger

artist rendition of what happens when tgey see and hear a feedee

Laios and gang barely made it out alive from their encounter with the Orcs, what if they didn't have as much luck and were kept as a trophy pet to fatten up instead?

someone feed meee someone hold my belly gently from behind and tell me i'm good and properly greedy 💜💜

Thinking about fat female feeders who lure in cocky feeder guys who just assume that any big girl is a feedee and think they're gonna be soooooo slick and dominant with these women, only to be completely caught off guard when suddenly they're the ones being fed and fattened into a blissfully submissive haze, smug smirks wiped off their faces only to be replaced with crumbs and sauces that don't quite make it into their now greedy mouths

Big old pregnant Dilf undressing after a long day of lugging a massive preggo belly around.

Just another night spent on the couch naked and pigging out…closing in on 370lbs. Need someone to come test the capacity of this bottomless pit

Biggg dinner. Two footlong subs, large milkshake followed by a personal pizza. Easy

Today I’m into the idea of corrupting a dominant feeder guy teehee 🤭

I mean just think about it… you love watching people stuff themselves. It gets you off, and you just want to be around it all the time. You can’t stop thinking about it. You’d never let yourself submit like that. You’re a big strong boy with impressive muscles. At the same time, you’re shy, and you don’t tell anyone about your fetish. Little do you know, I have the same fetish. So imagine one night, we go on a date. I start teasing you by talking about food and eating, which gets you excited. You think maybe I’m a stuffer. I order more food than I should, and this gets you even more excited. I flirtatiously ask for your help finishing all the food I ordered. You oblige, thinking even if you help me eat, there’s still so much food that by the end of the meal I’ll be stuffed. You feel yourself getting hard at the table. You can’t stop staring at my pretty lips and cute nails as I eat. I begin to daintily feed you. It doesn’t really register at first… you’re so caught up in the excitement that you’re on a date, and that I ordered too much, and how pretty I am, that you don’t realize that YOU are the one eating most of it. You feel yourself getting more and more full but you ignore it to focus on the throbbing between your legs. Suddenly, I smile sweetly at you and ask what you want for dessert. You feel bloated now, tight and a bit uncomfortable. But this is just a game, you think. It will all this be worth it in the end to see my cute little tummy. You shake your head, saying no to dessert, but insist I get whatever I want. So I do! I order triple the amount of dessert that I’d ever eat, gushing about how yummy it’s all going to be. “FINALLY” you think. You’ve got me right where you want me, right? I take a tiny bite of delicious cake and insist you try some. One bite can’t hurt, plus it looks so decadent. Just like me! One bite turns into two, then I take the fork back. And so it begins— one bite for me, three for you. One bite for me, four for you. And so on and so forth. By the end, you’ve finished three whole pieces of cake while I was content to try just a tiny bit of each. I feel comfortably sated, while you feel nearly sick with how full you are. How did this happen? You can’t figure it out… it all seemed to be going your way… until it wasn’t! You want to be angry but you’re too full, too breathless. Your shirt is riding up a bit, your jeans are painfully digging into your hips and the bottom of your belly… you look down and your heart flutters. You’re huge! You feel your face heat up with embarrassment. How did you let this happen? YOURE a feeder! How did you let yourself gorge like this? One look back at my mischievous expression is all the confirmation you need. This was my plan all along. You can’t deny you’re frustrated. But as you sit there, stuffed beyond capacity, all you can think is how good if would feel for me to unbutton your pants and reach into those boxers… having a full belly feels painful but… very pleasant… and you’re harder than you ever have been. Your body likes being this way! You feel vulnerable in a way you’ve never felt before. Maybe… all this time… you told yourself you wanted to see others stuff themselves, when in reality you wanted to get stuffed yourself. You were so adamant that you were in control, you tried so hard not to give in. Maybe you were so adamant because deep down, you were afraid you’d love being submissive and full, at my mercy. But there’s no need to be afraid, baby! I’m gonna take such good care of you… you don’t have to think so hard anymore, you don’t have to try and convince yourselves of things that aren’t true. All you should worry about is your limit, and whether you’ll be too horny to stop me from pushing it.

Something about lean Zagreus getting so fucking spoiled and fat and behaving like a needy prince

huge me

reblog for something t4t to happen to you this summer.

reblogging to remember to get something 💜

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Comfy shirts, stickers, a brand new acrylic stand AND a pint glass perfect for a nice cold swig a' milk!

I think I’m starting to understand the appeal of cows. Big, swollen breasts constantly needing to be milked, an excessive amount of milk with each pumping session, injecting you with hormones so you produce more and more, keeping you constantly full and sore so I can enjoy how your huge breasts weigh you down. Yeah. I get it.

Not to brag or anything, but if anyone sent me takeout money, I would eat it all and be very good about it 💜 no matter how much it'd be, hmm

Brat tamer? No, shy sub handler. Patience to lure a shy sub and comfort them, snacks to treat for being obedient and just to pamper them, stroking their head and praising for being so good for me, soft blanket, gentle cuddles and careful holding their hand, while taking them roughly

boobs and titties even (gender neutral)

Wouldn't it be so cool if everyone in the friend group ordered one whole pizza per person, ate the average amount of like 3-4 slices and and then fed the rest to me, on top of my own pizza.. aha I'm just saying