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I'm gonna try this out, no promises on consistency but we will see what happens 😄
Fatguarddog's Feedist Kinktober 2024
Back again for another year! A creative feedist community project for everyone and anyone to take part in, here’s 31 days of 62 prompts, meaning you can do one, both or something that combines the two for each day!
Art, writing, photos, audios, feel free to express each prompt as you’d like to in relation to feedism, belly kink, indulgence, inflation and more! Please tag with '#feedist kinktober' and/or '#feedist kinktober 2024' so that everyone can share and see all our community’s creativity!
Transformation 🔀 / Farmer's Market 🌽
Latex Love 🖤 / Masquerade Ball 💃
Date Night 🍾 / Creepy Cookies 🍪
Leashed 🔗 / Hologram ✨
Cannibal Campers 🥩 / Tea Party 🫖
Ocean's Delight 🌊 / Possession 👻
Magic Mirror 🪞 / Donut Devotee 🍩
Ren Faire 👑 / Plugged In 🔌
Massively Milky 🥛 / Euphoria 💖
Full Moon 🌕 / Containment Breach ☢️
Theatrical 🎭 / Power Play 🔃
Candy Crush 🍬 / Eldritch Nightmares 👁️
GoTHICC 🥀 / Stitched Together 🪡
Pumpkin Spice 🎃 / Alien Abduction 🛸
Slasher 🔪 / Guardian Angel 😇
Runway Ready 👠 / Crystal Ball 🔮
Gaining Gamer 🎮 / Dungeon 🏰
Cult 🧑🤝🧑 / Artist's Muse 🎨
Invasive Vines 🌿 / Sweet Shop 🍭
Haunted House 🏚️ / Supersized Stoner 🍁
Chained Up ⛓️ / Silky Soft 💕
Exposed 😳 / Bewitching 🧙♀️
Bonfire Bash 🔥 / Rotten Core 🪱
Ritual 🫀 / Wardrobe Woes 👕
Olympian 🏛️ / Kaiju Attack! 🐙
Satanic Panic 😈 / Ice Cream Dream 🍦
Boozy Belly 🍺 / Dragon's Hoard 🐉
Plagued 🐀 / Movie Star 🎥
Spider's Web 🕸️ / Theme Park 🎡
Bulging Bimbo 💝 / Ancient Spirit 🪦
Monster Mash 💀 / Black Mail 💌
Don’t let my emojis sway your thoughts, they’re just there for visual interest! Please reblog to spread to more people, can’t wait to see what you all come up with ❤️
Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 1: Farmers Market
Word Count: 457
Thank you to @fatguarddog for the theme list!
This is just something quick cause I found the list late
Feeder POV, gender neutral, nothing explicit
As you're driving slowly through the gravel lot you can't help but keep taking glaces at your partner between scanning for parking spaces. The uneven ground and your cars shitty suspension was causing a lot of... movement despite them being packed tight into the overalls from last year. They didn't seem to notice your glances as they were down to the last few sips of soda, the breakfast sandwiches from the drive thru were long gone.
You both had been coming here for a few years now, always eager to try all the tasty treats made by locals and take new pictures for the fireplace. They had really grown over the last few years, going from XL overalls to nearly spilling out from their 3Xs, you not so secretly hoped they would rip today. Pulling into a spot now your partner lets out a small sigh
"is this really the closest spot?" They say with a frown
"unfortunately babe, but it's not too far, besides were gonna be doing a lot of walking today anyways"
With that you shut off the car and got out, stretching your legs as your partner shuffles out of their seat, you swear you could hear the cars sigh of relief. Now waddling on uneven ground you knew to go slow, don't want them to trip and fall before the day even begins, but you both march forwards being pulled in by the familiar scents of autumn.
By the time you reach the entrance your partner is breathing heavily, you slip your arm around them slowly rubbing their lower back, still surprised you can't reach their love handle anymore.
"hey do you want a break? I can go get some water for you"
*huff* "yeah that'd be great,,, I just need a minute"
Spotting a bench you both head on over and they drop onto it hard, you were scared for a moment but surprisingly it held strong. Walking to the nearest food stall, the scents around you are drawing you in, already cataloging all the different stalls you'd be stopping at today. After waiting in a short line you get to the counter and order a funnel cake and water, your baby needs the carbs if they're gonna get through today.
On the way back to the bench you spot a rather large man leaning back sitting next to your partner and a woman to his side, with a kiss on the cheek and caress of his belly she walks off and you realize that y'all aren't the only ones with this tradition and it's time to make some new friends
It dawns on you that if this goes well, your baby is definitely gonna be ripping those overalls today
Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 2: Latex Love
Word Count: 1002
Thank you to @fatguarddog for the theme list!
Feedee POV, gender neutral, large feedee x small feeder
"Are you sure this is gonna fit?"
"Of course! It's just a tight fit but that kinda the whole point"
You hear the sounds of rubber stretching and grazing up your thighs as your partner pulls the singlet up your thighs
"Yeah I get that but this seems excessively tight"
"Well maybe if someone hadn't been so greedy that wouldn't be an issue, but somebody put on 15lbs in the last month"
Blushing you look away and pull their head into your belly, they growl and reach around your hips to pull the singlet up from behind.
"I'm not the only one at fault here babe, cause somebody's been making sure the snack bowl is full and the fridge is stocked, you wouldn't know who that is would ya?"
They tug the latex up hard at that, slipping it all the way past your thighs so it's resting just beneath your fattened ass.
"Oh is it a crime to make sure my baby has access to what they want? You're the one who keeps smoking themselves into a stupor and sitting within reach of the snack bowl"
"Can't argue with that, but you know you love it"
You look into the bathroom mirror and and see the absurdity of the situation, an enormous dimpled mass crowned with your belly button against the pitch black latex, looking like a busted can of biscuits. Cinnamon rolls sound great right now. Your partner still tugging away, fighting for mere centimeters all the way around your hips so there's no folds before the hard part begins.
"Alright, I think we're good, now I'm gonna need you to suck it in as much as you can, we can take breaks but we're gonna be late if we don't get moving here"
You grip the latex beneath your love handles as they dig beneath your overhang, and with a deep breath you say
"Alright 3,,, 2,,,,,,, 1!"
Sucking in your lard ladened middle the dimples grow deeper, their hands pulling the latex away from you and stuffing the hanging adipose into the latex while you hike up what little you can up your love handles. Once the bottom of your paunch is in you moan as you release your gut, the sounds of the latex stretching filling the silence between both of your laboured breaths. You rock your hips side to side and rug beneath your belly button hoping to adjust and fill more space.
"It's getting there,,, but I don't see how this is gonna get up to my neck babe,,,"
"Trust me fatty,, *huff* oh fuck,, just,,, this was the same size from the same company in that video I showed you. Both of y'all were around 430,,, at least when I ordered it"
The blood rushes to your face when you realize you're having to stuff an extra 15lbs into it now, knowing that it's going to be that much tighter. Shining crimson with sweat upon your brow you take a breather with your partner, they're greedy and can't help but grope your thighs and love handles as you cool down. Making little adjustments to the latex along the way to ensure putting the rest on will go smoothly.
Another round of tugging and stretching later the taut rubber was beneath your fattened chest, jiggling and heaving from the exertion, but you knew all of this effort for your partners pleasure was worth it. Knowing the thrill they would get while showing off their fattened cow was intoxicating, you could always see the pride in their eyes while you were alone together, beached on the bed with a tight red belly. But now they'd get to tout their pig around others with no judgement at all, more likely they'll receive praise for fattening you up so well.
With a quick swig of Gatorade your partner looks into your eyes and lifts your arms one by one, slipping them into the arm holes of the singlet. The latex digging in and lifting your chest, it almost hurts but you know it'll be over soon.
"Okay, last part, easy job for you, monumental task for me. All your gonna do when I say so is such in your gut as much as possible, and shrug your shoulders as high as you can, got it piggy?"
You nod your head as they count down from three, doing just as ordered as they hit 1. You can hear the effort they're putting into stretching the latex over your swelled lard from the air they're taking quickly past their lips, pushing up and away from your body as your nipples slips across the latex. Their hands dig in to push your fat deeper into the latex and secure the fit, before they hop onto the bathroom counter, palms against the marble behind them as they let out muffled groans between laboured breaths.
"I fucking knew I should've waited to order this thing"
With the singlet fully on you look into the mirror again, your fattened form billowing from the edges of the latex, a compressed belly stuffed into the rubber barely able to move as you slap the sides of your middle. You smile at them as you say
"It was definitely worth it though"
"You got that right, I'm ordering the next size up though if tonight goes well, I am NOT gonna help you get this one on with even more weight next time"
They chuckle as they hop off the counter, embracing your tightly packed form, groping everything they can reach
"Do you need help with your outfit baby?"
"Ha! Unlike you mine actually fits and I'm able to do it solo, just take a breather and grab our coats and masks. Oh and... There's a little surprise for you in the fridge, I can't have your tummy growling as we arrive, making people think I don't take care of you, what an embarrassment that would be"
Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 3: Date Night
Word Count: 1320
Thank you to @fatguarddog for the theme list!
Feedee POV, large feedee x thin feeder, GN feedee x femme feeder, tight clothes, social setting, stuffing, belly noises
As you both are walking up the stairs you can feel your belly wobbling beneath the strained fabric of your button up, your pants were a struggle to put on and you already know you're at risk of popping the button before dinner even starts. You turn your gaze to your wife and she just looks so elegant, her lithe body adorned with a flowy knee length crimson dress, hugging her upper curves while obscuring her lower, dark brown hair cresting the tops of her shoulders. The smell of the restaurant permeates both of your noses but one of you is clearly more drawn to it than the other. Despite the extra effort of hauling the almost 200lbs of pure fat you've added to your frame you're quite thankful most of it went to your fattened middle, makes going up stairs easier as you don't have to try too hard to balance.
When you both reach the top of the stairs you step to the side and take a short breather. After a moment your partner looks up to you with beaming eyes and a wide smile
"Alright sweetie.. are you ready to have some fun?" ;)
"You know it babe"
"Good, lets go celebrate this right"
You both walk to the receptionist, they check your reservation and guide you on over to the booth your wife booked, a fact you learned less than an hour ago which explained why she was so restrictive with your meals today. "Restrictive" as in a normal day of eating for a normal sized person. She slides into her side of the booth with ease to watch the show, as you bend your knees to slide on in. Ass barely against the seat and you can feel the table digging in to your gut already, but your belly is doughy enough to not have issues sucking it in and sliding the rest of the way through.
You pull out your phone to scan the QR code on the table but as soon as you try she puts her hand over your phone and lightly pushes it to the table.
"I'll be handling this tonight sweet heart. Just be a good pig and wait a few minutes as I get us situated, get comfy you're gonna need it"
Your heart flutters as you shake your head, unable to form a proper reply. The squeeze from the table against your fattened gut is causing the rumbling to begin, an angry belly demanding to be filled letting out a roar, your wife just chuckles in response as she peruses the menu.
After the minutes pass she sets her phone down and presses the button next to the QR code, a server comes by moments later, you now realize that the kitchen door is only a mere 20 feet away. Something she definitely knew before hand.
"What can we get started for you both?"
"Hey yeah we'll get a Sea Food pallet, a Caesar salad, 2 brisket specials , 2 margaritas, and 2 glasses of water to start"
"Sounds good, I'll get those drinks out for you now, the food will be coming out in about 10 minutes"
With that your server walked to the kitchen and returned shortly after with the margaritas and water. The both of you engage in conversation and sharing memories while you wait for the plates to arrive. The margaritas went quickly so your wife presses the button again and orders another 2. The food comes out with the drinks and it smells so enticing. Unsure where to start you look to her and she greets you with hungry eyes
"Well? What are you waiting for baby? Pick up that fork and get to work, I've got big plans for you tonight"
Obediently you grab your fork and start on the brisket, the tender meat falling apart so softly in your mouth, infused with the southern flavors you've grown so accustomed to. Quickly you get sucked into your own little world, pushing more and more of the juicy meat past your lips between sips of your margarita. By the time you finish the first plate your angry gut has been replaced with a greedy one, leaning back a bit you caress your love handles to your belly button beneath the table. You feel the tip of her heel poke your fupa and you look down back at her, her head resting atop her hands as she quietly says "Good job sweetie, but that's just the start, nows not the time for a break"
Your crotch grows hot as you stifle a burp, she presses the tip of her heel into your gut deeper this time as she stares you down with greedy eyes, forcing a little more gas to come up. You taste the brisket on your breath before she says "Was the brisket good piggy? Go ahead, I didn't order this one for me anyways" she inches the plate towards you, eyes locked onto your lardy middle spilling onto the table. She presses the button on the table again as you tear into the meat once more, barely even registering her placing another drink order when the server comes by. Juicy meat with intense flavor sliding down your throat and falling into the abyss that she owns and maintains very well.
As soon as the 2nd plate was cleared the server had returned with cocktails and took away the 2 plates you already cleared. You notice your wife has just been sipping her drink and taking slow bites of her salad this whole time
"Are you not gonna have any of the seafood babe?"
"Not at all, sure it's meant to be shared but... I'm enjoying making you look like a complete and utter fat ass"
You blush hard, looking her over and taking in her thin form, the contrast between you is undeniable. Sure the booth is somewhat secluded but you know damn well your server has probably already alerted the kitchen staff to the obese pig they're cooking for. It wouldn't be a surprise if a couple of them had peeked through the window on the kitchen door to see the gargantuan size of who their feeding.
The thought quickly fades though as your wife picks up a shrimp and presses it to your lips, instinctively you open up and lean in, forgetting all about decency as you do so. With subtle words of encouragement and more of her heels poking and probing your belly the sea food pallet slowly but surely disappears. By this point your gut is pressing against the table hard. The buttons above the table are stretched tight, making the fabric between them take the shape of ovals. You're stifling burps as the gas in your belly shifts and the food churns.
A small break occurs and the two of you just enjoy each other's company, talks of when to take pto next, where you should go on vacation, what shows and books you've been wanting to watch/read. She presses the button again without acknowledging it and the conversation keeps going, once your server arrives your wife orders a parfait, a sundae, and a whole chocolate cake to go. As the server walks off your wife turns to you and rather curtly says
"The parfait is mine fatty. It may look good and tasty but you're not touching it" a smile crest her lips and she laughs, you join her as well before saying
"Don't worry about that, a sundae is just what I need, besides I doubt that cake is for tomorrow"
"Of course not, as soon as our desserts are gone, you're gonna squeeze your way out of that booth you've eaten yourself stuck into, we'll head home, and I'll have you face down in that cake as soon as we're upstairs"
She leans over the table and beckons you closer, with a whisper she says
"I'll be making you my bitch tonight sweetheart, the lube, strap on, and towels are already laid out, happy anniversary piggy"
Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 4: Leashed
Word Count: 1504
Thankyou to @fatguarddog for the theme list!
Stuffing, sub x owner, large feedee x small feeder, mobility issues, gender neutral POV
This was actually really fun to write and I may incorporate leashes into other stuff I write now. The thought of a leash through someones sleeve so "holding hands" is still kinky is getting me rn
The lock clicks into place as you trace the length of the leash with your gaze and peer into their eyes, from your knees they feel so far away, so far above you in body and mind. Their hand caresses the side of your face before they lean back and take in your expansive form
"God you look cute like this, just the perfect pig"
You're about to say something in return but they stop you
"Uh uh, no no, livestock can't speak"
Your nose is tickled by the snout they strapped to you as you smile, a sneeze leaving your lips.
"Close, but that's not the sound you make piggy. Come on, let me hear it"
Bashfully you start to grunt and squeal, the embarrassment forming sweat between your billowing rolls. It didn't help that you were naked from the shoulders down, on your cushion like knees against the hardwood. Nor did it help that your partner was wearing a deep black outfit adorned with metal rivets and loops, leaving little to the imagination. Your hips begin to roll side to side, trying to help you ease yourself into this new role as you look to the floor still letting out the sounds you know they want to hear.
They take notice of your pitiful attitude and tug the leash, forcing you to look upwards
"Come on piggy, to the kitchen we go"
Their eyes are as black as their outfit, rimmed with white reminding you of their pure nature. This was just one night, one night of self indulgent fantasy you agreed to because of how much you love them. So you place your hands on the ground and begin to crawl, your belly brushing the ground with long strokes against the cold hardwood. The over hang of your belly sinking further back towards your thighs, you stop for a moment to adjust, just wanting to shift your belly forward and make the journey easier. They tug the leash harder this time, not enough to take you off balance but enough so that you whip your head up to them
"Good pigs keep their head up and eyes forward, just ignore the difficulties and let me do the thinking for you, ok my little glutton?"
A short moment passes but it feels way longer, before you snort in response and accept tonights fate. They start walking again but this time faster, not letting you set the pace as before
"I'm not hearing enough noise pig."
The sweat is dripping off you from both the exertion and embarrassment and you let them hear the symphony they want between sputtering coughs
By the time you reach the kitchen you're exhausted, you haven't had to do this much activity in months, your partner was usually content and enthusiastic to just spoil you as you relax on the couch all day. Always getting up to grab deliveries, refilling your drinks and plates without questions, massaging and caressing your distended middle after stuffings. Indulging your fantasies, you thought you were fulfilling all of theirs but clearly you were wrong, they have a more domineering side you didn't have the opportunity to meet before.
"Sit up piggy and lean back against the dishwasher"
You do as you're told, but the weight of your legs and heft of your belly make it difficult, you're panting, trying to hide it with long breaths and contented sighs
"Just let it out baby. Let me hear how tired your gluttony has made you"
They have the reigns, they have the control, and they have the sex appeal, just give in. You thought to yourself as you finally lean back into the cold metal of the dishwasher. Your partner links the handle of the leash around one of the drawer handles as they go to the fridge. Swinging it open with a calculated passion and staring you down like prey. Their piercing gaze like a void dragging you in, the black holes of their eyes making you submit mentally even more than you had in the previous months.
"Good news pig. Looks like your fat ass was too lazy to raid the fridge while I was at work"
They pull out 4 cartons of heavy cream and toss one to the floor between your knees, right in front of the soft underbelly that has covered your genitals since summer last year.
"Drink it"
You pick it up and pop off the cap as they pull out the blender.
Dumping 2 of the cartons into the blender before tossing the fourth at the floor in your direction. Without looking at you they repeat the order
"Drink it, both of those better be gone before I have this ready"
You snort in response and they smile, you notice their thighs quiver a little and in that moment you recognize how careless you'd been when it came to fulfilling their fantasies. You chug the first carton faster, determined to make them proud and satisfied. As the first carton was done draining down your throat you see them pull a cake and 2 pints of ice cream from the fridge. You lean forward, reaching for the 2nd carton, the leash pulled taught against your neck as the drawer slides out and your gargantuan gut presses against the floor, you grasp the carton, a belch escapes your lips again. Your partner stifles a laugh before locking back into their serious dom persona. Lining their face with cold indifference as they dump the half melted still chunky ice cream into the blender.
You chug the second carton as fast as you can, letting your moans escape as you jiggle your lower belly. They slice the cake, dropping slice after slice into the blender until half the cake is left. Placing the top back onto the blender you hear it whirr to life and you watch the sugary fattening mixture coalesce together into a delicious mass. You remove the carton from your lips, dropping it to the floor, the hollow sound completely overwhelmed by the blender.
As the sound of thousands upon thousands of calories swirling around comes to a close, your partner removes the blender from its base and pops off the lid. Standing before you as they inspect their fattened lazy hog.
"...Wow. You are one greedy fat ass you know that? Dutifully sucking down the cream without a thought, do you even know how many calories you just fucking drank?... Of course you don't, what am I saying. Tilt your fucking head back pig."
They approach you with slow calculated steps and swipe a funnel off the counter, before popping it into your mouth and stick their foot beneath your growing gut. Pressing their toes into your fat pad, they lean over you and begin to pour, quickly filling it to the top before setting the blender down and grabbing the leash. Slowly they wrap it around their hand as you suck down the sugary slop, ensuring they have a tight grip
"What a good piggy..."
You moan through the funnel, the pressure building in your midsection rising and their words hitting your ears causing you to grow incredibly horny. They wiggle their toes and press their foot deeper, you groan
"Oh does my hog like that? I'll keep that in mind, looks like your getting ready for a refill though, would you like a break?"
Quickly you shake your head no, it must've surprised them because their was a substantial pause, but a devilish smile bled through the silence as they dropped the leash to grab the blender again. Pouring the rest of the fattening concoction into the funnel, they kneel down in front of you while holding the funnel above your head, slipping a finger into the link where they locked the leash to your collar. Leaning over you, dominating all you can see, you look into their eyes again as you keep sucking it down, the void pulling you deeper as you hear their heavy breathing.
Both lost in the pleasure and moment, time moves quickly. You can't really remember how long it took to get to bed, or how long it took to get off the ground, you just remember the sound your gut made as it scraped across the cold hardwood and the difficulty it was to move mere inches. Your gut has filled the space beneath you completely.
But you found yourself on the bed with a belly so tight it shone crimson, and their cute evil laugh as they lauded you for your gluttony, clearly enjoying the absolute trainwreck they were witnessing.
As you could feel the food coma coming on they said one final thing that made you know it would all be alright.
"Don't worry pig. Tomorrow you'll have the day you're used to and my loving caring nature will return, but nights like these are gonna happen more often ok? Get some sleep sweet heart"
Your energy is all but gone so you just snort in response.
Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 5: Tea Party
Word Count: 1494
Thankyou to @fatguarddog for the theme list!
College Setting, Stuffing, Weight Gain, Teacher x Student, large feedee x small feeder, GN feedee x femme feeder, implied death feedism at end
Not 100% on the time period but definitely before cars, were talking big cities with horse drawn carriages.
The pompous halls of Brightway Academy are always a sight to behold, high vaulted ceilings adorned with chandeliers descending looking like falling stars as they glistened in the sunlight peering through the stained glass windows. The floor is adorned with complex tile patterns and marble statues in small receded cubbies in the wall. All of this high class beauty was typically filled with a swarm of bourgeois high class individuals, be they students or teachers, their fit bodies strutting the halls as if they owned them.
But for a few of the students, this wasn't the case, the public outcry from the citizens of Brightway about class division had caused the academy to offer scholarships. The things needed to qualify for those scholarships were kept hush hush amongst the dean and her cronies, but regardless the public had accepted this resolution. All the public needed was to see a few individuals from a familiar humble background to accept that class migration was possible.
You were one of 30 that had received the first scholarships and were now in your third and final year, but only a small handful of you were still the same person that had arrived at those academy gates 3 years ago.
Waddling down the long hallway for your bi-weekly meeting with Ms. Yorkstein you already knew exactly how it would play out, your meetings hadn't changed at all in a little over 2 years. It was frustrating to know that your education was different from the rest of the students and the few scholarship recipients that attended normal classes, but still this life was better than the farm you grew up on.
Shuffling step after heavy step towards her office you could hear your footsteps and heavy breathing echo, certainly alerting every classroom and teachers office you passed of your presence. You were on your 6th uniform since arrival and knew you were due for a new one. The white pants with gold trim were stretching at the seams, popping stitches whenever you sat down, your vest was unable to be buttoned without help and the overcoat wasn't long enough to hide your lard ridden gut, causing it to hang out the bottom by multiple inches, the fold at your love handles exposed as well. Mumbling to yourself as you waddled
"huff.. damn it.. how many times.. have I asked... fuckURP... to change the location.. for this..."
Your thighs scrape against each other with each and every step, demanding more and more effort with each passing moment. Belly wobbling as one giant heavy mass, packed full from breakfast and topped off by maids delivering snacks to your quarters before meeting Ms. Yorkstein for lunch.
Once you're within 20 feet of the door Ms. Yorksteins assistant Marie opens the door from the inside, further confirmation of just how loud your struggle has become.
"Ah reader, right on schedule. Leaving early sure does have it's benefits wouldn't you say?"
Still huffing and puffing you waddle right past her without a word, desperate to plop down onto the reinforced couch in Ms. Yorksteins office. Sitting at the table you see her, sipping her tea and taking in your fattened form. She was a tall woman, not that you'd know unless she stood up, most of her height was in her abnormally long legs. You could never get a read on the shape of her body, her full coverage white dress with jade green accents did a great job at hiding her, leaving only her face and hands exposed.
"Reader! It's so good to see you again, I take it you've been well?"
"huff.. yes ma'am..."
"Good.. well, help yourself"
She waved a hand towards the table in front of you, filled to the brim with pastries, confectionaries, and little sandwiches. Knowing you can't leave until she is satisfied you lean forward and grab a few items
"Marie.. be a dear and get some tea for reader here"
Marie does as she's told and starts to fill a cup for you, placing it on the side table within reach as you dutifully swallow the few treats you grabbed, leaning forward to grab more before taking a sip.
After about 10 minutes of the usual small talk and at least 2000 calories in sweets consumed, Ms. Yorkstein set her tea cup down
"Reader, despite your humble beginnings and lack of a formal education I believe that you're perceptive enough to recognize your situation, would you say that's accurate?"
Swallowing the sip from your tea cup and setting it down you reply
"yes ma'am"
"Would you care to inform me of what you think is happening here?"
"well..."
A short pause ensues as you lean forward to grab another pastry, stuffing the whole thing in your mouth and quickly swallowing it before you answer.
"I believe... that not only my size but the size of my friends is intentional... Sure.. a few of us who got scholarships are still thin but... 25 of us growing heavier and heavier week after week.. it's kind of obvious"
Ms. Yorkstein picked up her tea cup for a sip as she pondered your reply
"And why do you think the academy has accommodated all of that?"
Your belly rumbles, churning the sweets atop the rest of the days consumption, causing the exhaustion you feel to weaken your restraint
"...royals have odd tastes?"
Ms. Yorkstein bursts out into a deep belly laugh, spilling her cup of tea as it fell to the floor and shattered, her hands went to her sides as she tried to hold in her bewilderment.
"haHAA... heh, haaa... That was a good one reader, hehe.. ooohhh, well.. I can understand where you got that but no.... Well, yes and no, certainly some royals have odd tastes and hell you might even end up with one but no."
She snaps her fingers and Marie rushes over with a fresh cup of tea, handing it to Ms. Yorkstein, she takes a dignified sip and sets the cup on the table before continuing
"How do you think all of the opulence around you is possible reader? How is it able to be maintained and passed down? How do the empires that are built last across centuries?... You don't let just anyone be involved... Sure the lowly citizens can be mad about their lives all they want, sure they can go on strike, refuse to pay taxes, spread their ideologies of a better and 'more equitable' world.... But if you dangle something in front of their eyes, dangle opportunity for a better life on a fish hook, enough of them will chase it that they forget the power that lies in numbers"
She takes her cup from the table again and drinks what remains, setting it back down to the table
"Grab another pastry reader"
You grab 3, the baffling nature of her explanation distracting you, causing you to grab the amount you actually wanted. She looks pleased
"We take in a couple dozen of you commoners every year, segregate you and domineer you with empty platitudes but tons of attention, some of you get a real education, are treated like real students. But the vast majority of you? You're props... Nothing more, and nothing less. Those promises to your family about you just being oh so busy with school, promises that you'll be employed in another city after graduation and sending gold home to help the family, all of that is just to keep the public complacent. Keep them in the dark. A few commoners getting social mobility is fine, we can control them with ease, that's not an issue. But dozens? Adding up to hundreds in just a few short years? Why the fuck would we allow that?"
It dawns on you just how deep this all goes, at 19 you had expected to only see your family after you had been working for a few years already, after you were established you were gonna return home with riches and move them to a new area, you planned to help out your neighbors. Telling the school that information during the interview process was a terrible decision. You should've been more selfish. Ms. Yorkstein began to speak once more
"And you want to know the best part Reader? I'm not even worried about telling you this, you and I both know you can't walk all the way to the gates, certainly can't walk all the way out of the capital city past the markets into the outskirts. One you don't have the capabilities, and two you're so slow it'd be easy to catch you.... We are only a few weeks from graduation, so now my question to you is, would you like to go the route of 'Royals have odd tastes' or would you rather just keep eating yourself fatter and fatter within the academy walls, we can't feed you forever but we can certainly make your demise come quicker"
Might pluck away at a few of these. I don't know other fandoms well, but I may try to draw characters from elsewhere if it moves my spirit! Fic-wise it'll have to be SPN. Feel free to tempt me!
Fatguarddog's Feedist Kinktober 2024
Back again for another year! A creative feedist community project for everyone and anyone to take part in, here’s 31 days of 62 prompts, meaning you can do one, both or something that combines the two for each day!
Art, writing, photos, audios, feel free to express each prompt as you’d like to in relation to feedism, belly kink, indulgence, inflation and more! Please tag with '#feedist kinktober' and/or '#feedist kinktober 2024' so that everyone can share and see all our community’s creativity!
Transformation 🔀 / Farmer's Market 🌽
Latex Love 🖤 / Masquerade Ball 💃
Date Night 🍾 / Creepy Cookies 🍪
Leashed 🔗 / Hologram ✨
Cannibal Campers 🥩 / Tea Party 🫖
Ocean's Delight 🌊 / Possession 👻
Magic Mirror 🪞 / Donut Devotee 🍩
Ren Faire 👑 / Plugged In 🔌
Massively Milky 🥛 / Euphoria 💖
Full Moon 🌕 / Containment Breach ☢️
Theatrical 🎭 / Power Play 🔃
Candy Crush 🍬 / Eldritch Nightmares 👁️
GoTHICC 🥀 / Stitched Together 🪡
Pumpkin Spice 🎃 / Alien Abduction 🛸
Slasher 🔪 / Guardian Angel 😇
Runway Ready 👠 / Crystal Ball 🔮
Gaining Gamer 🎮 / Dungeon 🏰
Cult 🧑🤝🧑 / Artist's Muse 🎨
Invasive Vines 🌿 / Sweet Shop 🍭
Haunted House 🏚️ / Supersized Stoner 🍁
Chained Up ⛓️ / Silky Soft 💕
Exposed 😳 / Bewitching 🧙♀️
Bonfire Bash 🔥 / Rotten Core 🪱
Ritual 🫀 / Wardrobe Woes 👕
Olympian 🏛️ / Kaiju Attack! 🐙
Satanic Panic 😈 / Ice Cream Dream 🍦
Boozy Belly 🍺 / Dragon's Hoard 🐉
Plagued 🐀 / Movie Star 🎥
Spider's Web 🕸️ / Theme Park 🎡
Bulging Bimbo 💝 / Ancient Spirit 🪦
Monster Mash 💀 / Black Mail 💌
Don’t let my emojis sway your thoughts, they’re just there for visual interest! Please reblog to spread to more people, can’t wait to see what you all come up with ❤️
So I heard Feedist Kinktober is a thing again 👀🍯
For the first prompt, Transformation / Farmer's market, I treat you to some sweetness... 🐝🐝
Contents: she/her reader, bee tf, queen bee, throne, honey stuffing/fattening, mentioned funnel, mentioned fertility
Enjoy! 👑
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Cute little bees pull you inside effortlessly. You’re their new queen, they know you’ll be perfect. All they have to do is plump you up a little…
You see, a good Queen is larger than her subjects. She has to be large, mighty and well-prepared in her role of a fertile ruler.
Sit down on the throne now, that’s it, right there. Don’t mind that it’s so cold and empty; They’ll fill the space with your delicious belly and stretched hips, until you can barely wiggle out. Stretch marks will be covered by soft golden bee fluff and little useless wings will spring from your back, though you’ll never use them as a royal… That’s it, tilt your head back. They serve you dinner. Your antennae, once you grow it, will be conditioned to shudder as you sense your feed.
Only the finest jelly swells you up. Your bum is already tight on your jeans, you feel like you’ll explode. You plead for the bee servants to take your pants off, but they’re mesmerized at your panic and your swollen legs. As you eat, the bees massage your overflowing sides, until your legs snap the seams open and you’re finally free and crying with relief.
But that’s just the beginning. They're not quite done, no! That was just the first meal… You have so much growing yet to do… You don’t want to disappoint the hive, do you?
Everyone is counting on you to be massive.
So let them coax burps and hiccups out of your tight ball of a gut, comically swollen in front of you while your quickly expanding back is the second result of the feast.
Just as you pray it’s over for tonight, one of the bees pulls out a large, golden hose, linked directly to the royal jelly storage…
You're not going anywhere anytime soon.
giving my OC Kyle the belly he deserves :3 Day 1: Transformation (fatguarddog's kinktober prompt list)
Day 1: Transformation.
A werenerd, at day a jock, at night a nerd.
Day 2: Latex Love
Max and Grit trying on new outfits for a different type of battlefield.
#feedistkinktober
Day 3: Date Night.
Lancelot should have known that having a cook like Vane as a partner would affect both of their waistlines. But I don't think he minds it.
#feedistkinktober
Day 4: Leashed.
I couldn't stop myself from using a Golden Ratio reference. Tesoro and Zoro own my timeline.
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Day 5: Tea Party.
What they don't warn you about Wonderland, is that the tea parties never end.
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Day 6: Ocean's Delight.
One wants to learn about merfolk, the other one just wanted easy access to food.
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Day 7: Donut Devotee.
Katakuri is truly devoted to his craft; every detail is perfect when it comes to his donuts.
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Day 8: Ren Faire.
He got a bit confused, at least it's a type of renaissance
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Day 9: Massively Milky.
Don't worry newbie, you will get used to the shakes.
See the spicier version on my twitter
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Day 10: Containment Breach.
He is harmless I promise.
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Day 11: Theatrical.
At least it lasted till the end of the show.
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