Reblog If You Want Something Feederism Related In Your Ask Box

Reblog if you want something feederism related in your ask box

Always!!!!

I wanna just. Feed someone. And sit in their lap and feel as they get fuller and hear them whimper and shift around as they won’t stop eating regardless. See them push past their limit just because it tastes so good and they can’t help themself. Soft tummy getting fuller and firmer as they beg me to rub it and help them feel better. And I want them to be so aware of how turned on it’s making me to watch them and feel them and feed them.

thinking today about a lot of interactions i’ve been having with feedees lately. so i wanted to put a message out there-

no matter where you are in your gain, you’re hot, valid, and a member of the community!

it’s unrealistic to think every single gainer/feedee/stuffer will be constantly gaining! that would be crazy and would never work with most peoples lifestyles.

so don’t feel pressured to apologize if you aren’t gaining right now, or *gasp* have even lost weight! it’s completely fine.

for me a big part of the kink is watching a feedee existing in a fatter body, no matter what your lifestyle looks like at that point. all feedees are incredible and i hate the thought that other feeders are making them feel this way!

xoxo, cherry

Feed me until I can’t even reach down to get myself off anymore 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

I want to be your spoiled pampered pet, growing fatter so quickly that my collar needs replaced frequently from the fat piling on where my neck used to be.

I want my belly to pin me on all fours, I want to I myself from a trough with food piled high. I want to get so massively fat that you can barely believe that I used to be athletic and trim. Feed me until I’m so fat no one recognizes me anymore. Feed me until I can clear the whole house of food and still beg for more. Feed me.

Please

I’m so hungry.

Cow print, like if you agree, reblog to be turned into a milk machine,

Just eat for me. Keep fucking eating.

I need you to be full, painfully full. I need the numbers on the scale to keep climbing. I need you wider, and softer, and fatter. I need there to be more of you. More for me. I need each pound of fat on your body to be mine. I want to own you, to have you, to keep you. God, I want you to grow. I want to make you grow. For me... And only for me.

You love me, baby?

Well then give me more of you to love.