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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:

Thinking of what's next for my Eimiko fics... A bondage/royal immobility roleplay & lactation are on my mind specifically 👀 The latter especially in a context where Ei wants to play into Yae's pregnancy/breeding kink and induces lactation in herself without Yae knowing... They will go insane with Yae's gaze on Ei's continously and helplessly swelling tits... <3

Breast expansion has been on my radar too, how'd you guess 💜

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 💜

I've been cooking up some Wriothesley stuff... hopefully it'll be good enough for Ao3 👀

Well well well, what could this be? 💜

I scribbled down some Dom Mommy Feeder reader x Sub Puppy/Cow Feedee and before I knew it, it was 2.4k words... Meant to only post it to Tumblr, but perhaps it's better to get it on Ao3 as an original piece? Thoughts?

Hell, why not. Here's that Reader Feeder Dom Mommy x Feedee Sub Puppyboy piece that I had on my hands for a bit now. It's exactly what it sounds like, plus lactation, milking and some cow nicknames. Basically, puppy gets turned into a whole cow with big boobs and such.

POV: 1st person

Reader: no specified pronouns or appearance (they're just called "Mommy", so do with that what you will).

Puppyboy: he/him, I imagined him as more masc but again, up to you!

WC: 2,454

Enjoy <3

It wouldn’t be that difficult to make my puppy gamer boy grow some tits… Oh, how he’d love to do anything to please me…

I’d let him be a stay-at-home fatty, able to eat and play video games as much as he wants - and nothing more, of course. I’d come back to the same apartment layout that I left in the morning - minus a few wrappers that missed the bin, and maybe some soaked, polished dishes in the sink.

I’d clean up after my dear, poor boy, before getting to his room to smile and gaze upon our progress. He’s plump and lovely, all absorbed in his game. I’d make sure his tall glass is full of his favorite soda as I’d lean to kiss his chubby neck, him greeting me with hearts in his eyes.

I know well that he adores me, just as much as I adore him. If it wasn’t for me, his good, responsible, well-paid feeder, he’d have to try and exist in the world on his own… while he’s simply not meant for any of that.

He’s meant to be my docile, fatty puppy, homebound, dependent and only ever concerned about dinner or his favorite snacks running out. He’s meant to be a little dumb and coy and gluttonous, drooling when I tell him of my plans for him for each day. He’s never supposed to find out about how much he costs me, or how much money I make. I’m in charge here, and so he should know better than to ask about numbers so big that his beautiful head wouldn’t even grasp them.

He’s mine, that’s all he should think about. My hands will trail and sink into his fatty belly as I coo and smile, watching him squirm in his squeaky chair, desk covered in treat wrappers. He’s so good and obedient for me, I think, rubbing his plump chest. He wouldn’t mind me demanding this of him at all.

“I’d love you to grow boobs for me, my dear.” I state, massaging the chest he has for now - by no means small, but they aren’t the tits I want. “Big and milky. All mine. I know exactly how to go about it, too…” I eye him as he looks down to his chest with a hint of surprise, and then shy arousal. “What do you say, baby?”

I gleefully watch him stutter, barely able to meet my stare. He’s grown flustered, ashamed of his own drive and desire - a perfect for me to toy with blimp. He’s so round and soft, not meant for this harsh world; Yet I bet he still compares himself to the for-show jocks he sees on social media. Tsk tsk, maybe I should limit his browsing dosage, just a bit…

Just enough so he doesn’t forget who he’s meant to be for me.

“I-I’d love to… just for you, mommy…” He gulps as I toy with his puffy nipples. “You know you can do as you please to me… I’m happy to oblige you… For all that you do for me…” He tilts his head to look at me, “Will I be able to have milk, really?”

I look at his chubby face intently, smiling. Oh, poor little boy. He has no idea how full he’ll be just yet - and he doesn’t have to know.

“I believe so, with the hormones I’ve acquired. We’ll see about the exact effect, though.” I kiss his cheek, eyes glistening. “I’m happy you’re onboard, my puppy.”

He squirms, flushed.

“A-Anything for the best owner in the world…”

I smile as I exit his room, his mind already back to the game. I enter the kitchen to prepare - the usual - shake jugs, weight gain powders, all the delightful supplements. And something special… and something more.

Ice cream, whole cream and a special, stimulating oil sample that I picked up today. This one tiny vial will last us for now, I think, before I order the whole gallon online.

***

My boy is aching and full recently. I make sure he gets enough fat and the supplement, so all the new weight, or at least most of it, goes to his boobs. The tits I want him to have won’t come from nowhere, after all.

“O-Oooh,” He cries, face sweaty. His rolls jiggle as he turns to me, all needy. “Mommy, they hurt…”

“I know, my dear.” I pout, leaning in to massage his tits. He winces and groans as I weigh the fatty sacks in my palms. They’re tender and taut, already bigger than the chest he had before. But this is only the beginning. The best part of it all is that we know that the supplement works - he’s slowly filling out. “You’re doing so well. Soon you’ll be perfectly fine.”

As he sweats and whines for relief, I patiently go back to feeding him some more sugar, just a few more gulps from his funnel. He swallows eagerly, in spite of the pangs of pain in his chest. What a good, growing boy, I think, watching him fondle his own chest between the muffled moans. He likes himself. He wants them larger, I can tell.

He wants them bigger for mommy.

***

My puppy hiccups hopelessly, just before burping. He’s all tight and packed, swollen tummy round and helpless. It’s stuffing day and he knows well that he won’t get up when I’m done with him.

He looks delicious and pregnant, fucked and filled up with my seed, I think, licking my lips. His growing tits ooze to the sides, sweaty. They overflow my hands by now, and yet they’re still not big enough.

He suddenly winces and moans, although I barely touched his swollen upper tummy.

“M-Mommy, my boobs… they’re… Ooh…~”

I glance at them to see a trickle of milk spill from each round nipple. I smile, so proud of my boy. He’s keeping up so well.

“You’re lactating, sweetie.” I coo, squeezing his tits. He whines, but I don’t stop. “You’re making your own milk… mommy is so proud of my boy…”

I envelop one of the engorged nipples with my lips and give it a suck. They’re the size of small grapes, yet permanently distended, thick. I swallow down some of his tasty milk, humming with satisfaction when I part my mouth from my boy.

“It’s so good, baby. You’ll see, you’re gonna love producing even more.”

He burps and moans, flustered and helpless under his own weight. I pet his pregnant-like belly, proud of him like never. Such a good pet he is.

***

It’s the day I introduce the machine to him, and I’m not taking no for an answer. It will be convenient for him, too - his boobs are always swollen and aching when I come back home, and I don’t have the energy, nor stomach capacity, to empty his busy chest. Moreover, they re-fill almost instantly, causing him to be horny and needy. If he has his tools, he’ll be able to relieve himself even when mommy isn’t around (as much as I’d love to be).

His titties are round, full and spill all over his tummy by now, nipples the size of plum halves, distended and darkened. They always trickle droplets of milk, staining all his shirts; Bras don’t help, as he outgrows them in record speed. He’s beautiful - a sloppy, helpless puppy I’ve always wanted.

I slowly hook the suction cups to his tired nipples, explaining the way the milking works. I show him how to operate the remote to control the speed of his process.

“Of course, when I’m around, I’ll be holding the remote, my love.” I kiss his head. “Don’t you worry…”

He nods and pants needily, craving relief. He gives back the remote at once, staring at me with those beautiful, hungry eyes.

“C-Can you milk me now, mommy?...” He begs, wincing when he tries to clasp his hands; His chubby forearms put pressure on his aching tits. “M-Mommy, please… I’m so full…”

I don’t have it in me to deny him. I want him to fall apart beautifully in front of me, a good, well-bred cow.

“Of course, my boy.”

I flip the switch on and the cups begin sucking. My puppy moans, all tender and swollen, eyes closed as he arches his back on his gaming chair; The thing creaks and squeaks underneath him, tight around his ass and hips.

“F-Faster, mommy… Faster!...” He whimpers and I comply. I watch his sore nipples distend in real time, in between gushes of thick, perfect milk. His round body shakes as it craves more stimulation at the same time, hungry.

He tries to wiggle to the rhythm, but he’s too heavy, too out of shape to keep up.

“Ooh, mommy… my good mommy…” He cries, breathing heavily, helplessly throwing his hips. “Oh, mommy… I’ll be so good for you!... Please never stop!...”

He whimpers and pleads some more, and finally I take mercy on him and sink my hand under his tight 5XL shorts, into the cute fat pad of his. Blissed and tender, he cries into my shoulder when he comes from but a few strokes, shaking and hot, and ready to go again on the spot.

“I want to be milked so often, mommy.” He looks at me with pure devotion. “I’ll leave the machine on all the time when you’re gone, mommy. I’ll be all worked up and needy when you come back home…”

I smile pitifully, looking at his already tender breasts. “Don’t overwork yourself, my dear… I wouldn’t want you to overdose on goodness…”

I know that with every more extreme session, his tolerance and needs rise. A part of me is thrilled for the day when even I won’t be able to satisfy him. Forever frustrated, greedy and fat, too fat to take care of his own business, my boy will be chasing the relief in desperation, aching for more… spiraling.

***

When I come back home that day, I already know he overdid it by the smell of warm milk in the air.

His cries reach me in the hallway, and so I throw my stuff on the floor, barely taking off my shoes to reach his room - just to find him sprawled out on the floor on his back, helpless like a beetle. His broken gaming chair lays aside, the milking machine remote and phone out of his reach. The suction cups on the highest setting can’t keep up with his production, and he can’t keep up with his own libido, shaking pathetically, unable to reach himself around his knee-length belly. Puddles of milk have formed around him.

“Mommy!” He cries pathetically, hope in his eyes as he sees me. “Oh, mommy!~ Help me…”

I immediately know what the issue is. The suction cups really are way too small. They barely fit his nipples; They’re squeezed inside like in clasps. One nipple is the size of a ripe tangerine, fit to burst inside the glass casing.

He cries when I rip the suction cups away, and his milk trickles all over me. He then pants when I get on top, mercilessly straddling his greedy, stupid belly.

“What did I tell you about overdoing it, puppy?” I ask with a smirk, towering over him. His whole body shivers in pleasure and fear as I lean closer. “This won’t be enough of a lesson for you, now will it? You’re only enjoying yourself.”

“N-No mommy, not at all!” He tries to lie, but his blush betrays him. “I was laying there for so long, it’s been hours! I-It was torture to- ooh-!”

He stammers and moans as I squeeze his sensitive nipple as hard as I can, watching stars pop up in his properly mindless eyes.

“Torture? I’ll show you torture, alright.” I whisper, pulling on the teat. “You’ll miss being sprawled out and milked to oblivion, puppy. Or should I call you… cow?”

He shivers at the new nickname; He had it coming, of course! Honestly, I was quite patient holding it off until now. He’s been a cow ever since he started giving milk, even before that.

It’s in his nature, it’s in his greed and gluttony. It’s in him being a total slut for obedience and food.

“I’ll punish you, alright.” I smile sweetly and whisper, “I’ll fuck you up, little cow~”

***

It’s his third day of punishment, the last one I believe.

I’ve been edging him for the past twelve hours or so, just like the day before. He’s sweaty, needy and his tits are swollen like never, milk dripping in a steady flow. He won’t ever produce less anymore, I think, flicking a finger at his udders. I should start selling this stuff.

And recording, too… I should be showing my cow off way before now. If he earned money on his own, I could take a longer work leave, and maybe consider staying at home full-time to take care of my gamer/gainer boyfriend.

He can barely do anything on his own anymore, anyway… even holding his gaming pad has become a chore, as it squeezes his tits in pain and he can’t see the controller buttons, anyway. He had to swap to joycons, each separate piece held on the side of his globe of a belly.

For his punishment, he was fed extensively and not milked. His wrists and ankles are bound together, belly and painful tits on display. Watching them swell and fill up close to bursting was quite the experience, not gonna lie. Used to being regularly milked already, his tits grew very diligent in their sped up production.

My puppy, my cow, is behaving splendidly now, his stuffed gut heavily touching the floor over his knees. My greedy little cat. My spoiled, delightful pet. All mine.

“That’ll be it, cow. You’ve learned your lesson.” I decide, undoing his binds. He’s so overstimulated and overwhelmed that he barely reacts, flopping forcelessly on the floor in the living room, drooling.

My beautiful babe. My fatty baby. Mommy took care of him so well… Oh, he’s so swollen and full.

He winces when I get on top of him, belly sloshing heavily beneath me. He flushes when I hold his tits and kiss him deeply, the motion alone enough to make his boobs leak with milk all over the place. He’s embarrassed. He’s sad that he’s misbehaved. My poor, poor, perfect boy.

“You’ve been good at taking your punishment, baby.” I whisper, kissing his round face, his chins, his neck. “How about I give you a treat, and then we milk you?...”

His full, taut stomach growls hungrily at once and his eyes glisten with utter, untamable need.

“A-Always, mommy!...”

Hey... Guess what 💜

👀

Thy woes have been answered, Nilou enjoyers 👀 Here's a little Y/N situation for you!

I mean, who doesn't like a bit of Dom Lisa?

Totally not a slightly edited snippet I posted on Tumblr before btw~

One more~

Short and sweet little drabble for Xianyun 💜 Breast expansion & gluttony may be one of my new favorite pairings~

writing weird porn with my editor brain still on is so funny. i'll be like "i need to come back later and trim a bunch of these sentences, this writing feels so bloated" and then i'll be like. 😳 bloated, you say?

Another rq... the Furiyakalumi shipper is finally getting their food 💜

For the Wrio/Neuvi crowd 💜

Me, writing about helpless gay women? No way

dont mind me i just lose my mind reading your fics

especially when they get pampered

Aww thank you! I always adore sweet comments like this 💜 Pampering is one of my very favorite things to write hehe <3

Looking at my AO3 stats... Damn, people do love their men fat, full and whimpering