My Smooth Horny Brain Is Stuck On Having A Fully Functional Feeding Farm.

My smooth horny brain is stuck on having a fully functional feeding farm.

I desperately need stall after stall full of horny hungry pets. Bulls, bears, cows, pigs, hogs, I’ll take em all. Just fattening up each greedy pet until the stall presses tightly against their sides.

And tbh, I’d like to be in a stall too, force fed with all of my greedy pets.

And at night, after barely squeezing out of the feeding stalls, all of my wonderfully soft pets piled around me snuggling together on the blanket covered straw….ugh pleaseeeee

Happy Tummy Tuesday. So I’m back to gaining in a big way 😂. I’ve even got an only fans that’ll support me through to immobility I hope. https://onlyfans.com/fattyed

The feeling when you pad a tight zip up before stuffing 🥵 I can’t wait to actually be this huge. I’m wedged into this chair as is, I’d be hopelessly stuck if this was all fat…and it’s only making me hungrier

Stuff me. Funnel feed me. Force feed me when I can’t keep up. Tease me about not fitting into anything I own no matter how I try. Fill every space I occupy with snacks. Hand me food when I’m distracted and praise me for finishing it all absentmindedly.

Make days where I must gorge every hour, the entire day filled with my belly packed to bursting. Stretch my gut with carbonated drinks, fill me with heavy cream, force me out in public in clothes two sizes too small.

Order for me at restaurants, whisper quietly that I’d better finish it or you’ll force me at home.

Fill me with beer and slosh my gut uncontrollably. Smoke me out and cover the bed with fattening snacks. Collar me and feed me until it snaps off the fat roll that used to be my neck.

Make me your fat pup, obese hog, house cow, I don’t care. Make me your personal experiment in how fat you can make someone. I want to see the flint in your eye as I beg you to stop feeding me.

Make me groan when you push on my packed belly hanging out of my shirt. Tell me how I’ll never drop the weight, how I’m controlled by my greed. Walk me around town and taunt me to keep up.

Stuff me in your car and stop at every single fast food place we pass. Make me finish before you teach the next one, and order double if I don’t. I want to feel so heavy that I’m stuck in that seat. Feed me until I can’t stretch the seatbelt over my gut even with an extender.

Remind me how I used to be the feeder, and how I couldn’t stop myself from becoming a greedy useless pig.

Make my gut stick out so absurdly far from my body that it almost looks fake. Feed me until I grow fat tits pushing up towards my chin. I want my love handles to be too big to grab in one hand, rendering them useless.

Fatten me up. Make me fatter. So so much fatter.

red flags in feeders (a warning for feedees)

I've been thinking about some of the red flags I've seen in feedist circles over the years, primarily displayed by feeders.

here are some signs to watch out for when you're with a feeder:

🚩 they only say "feederism" (which centers feeders in the community, pushing feedees to the margins) and never "feedism." 🚩 they ask for payment in return for encouragement, but refuse to help you deal with the cost of gaining (e.g. outgrowing your entire wardrobe, eating more food). 🚩they constantly lament their attraction to fat people and/or preference for fat bodies. 🚩 they're unprepared for the realities of having a feedee/fat partner. 🚩 they care more about your size than your happiness. 🚩 their idea of what counts as 'fat' is inherently tied to a certain weight. 🚩they're staunchly anti fat acceptance/liberation/etc. 🚩 they make you talk about your traumatic experiences with fatphobia because it turns them on. 🚩 they try to force you to wear only tight and/or revealing clothes by any means necessary. 🚩 if/when you lose weight, whether intentionally or not, they get angry at or disappointed in you. 🚩 they constantly try to push your limits when you haven't asked them to. 🚩 they pressure you into aspects of feedism that you aren't comfortable engaging in. 🚩 they're unwilling to incorporate broader kink best practices such as aftercare, safewords, RACK checklists, etc. 🚩 they don't support sex workers' rights and/or accuse feedists (especially feedees) in this community who ask for money of being "fakers." 🚩 they play oppression olympics (acting like any marginalized groups they're part of "have it worse" than fat people, therefore they're *always* the victim and you're *always* the one at fault). 🚩 they don't believe fat people are a marginalized group whatsoever, or refuse to say whether or not they do. 🚩 they believe stereotypes about fat people and treat us as a monolith (e.g. "all fat people are greedy" and "the fatter someone is, the lazier they are" etc.) 🚩 they throw a temper tantrum when you retract your consent/change your mind about how big you want to be.

that's all I can think of at the moment, but I'm sure there are more out there.

All of my thoughts are consumed with gaining.

I’m actively checking calorie counts on everything and getting hard knowing I’m way over my daily for my size.

Just make me fatter. I need to be fucking massive. I want to take up space, rounder and fatter than anyone I know.

I want to be soft and heavy and constantly stuffed to the brim. I want to be fed and jiggled and taunted for how I’ve lost control over my gluttony.

Make me bust out of every last scrap of clothing I own, make me so fat so fast that I waddle heavily and clumsily trying to adjust to how fat you’ve made me.

Feed me. Feed me. Feed me.