not in the fun flirty way. i mean actually, literally, take me apart. feed me until i can't walk without waddling, until breathing feels like a chore, until my body is nothing but soft, heavy proof of your obsession. i want to be swollen with indulgence, stuffed past reason, spoiled beyond recognition.
i want to wake up in a haze of hunger and syrup-sweet affection, only to be greeted by another round of force-fed breakfasts in bed. i want you to look at me like i'm your prize pig, your project, your possession.
i want the teasing, the pressure, the constant, creeping growth. i want the way you’ll sneer when i say i’m full, the way you’ll smile when the scale creaks louder every day. I want your hands everywhere, greedy and proud, shaping me like clay into exactly what you want.
no escape. no diet. no mercy. Just feed me.
i want to be broken—beautifully, thoroughly—by appetite.
i want to be yours in the most obscene way possible. a thing you keep fattened, pampered, and pumped full of calories until i’m unrecognizable. until i'm helpless. until my body is a bloated, quivering monument to your obsession and my surrender.
don’t just feed me. force me. hold me down and pour milkshakes past my lips until i’m whining and leaking and begging you to stop, even as my gut growls for more. make me cry from fullness, then coo in my ear about how proud you are. tell me i was made to be this soft, this greedy, this round.
push me to the brink. watch me struggle to lift myself from the bed you’ve made my prison. slap the side of my belly and laugh when it jiggles for seconds after. make me wear tight clothes just so you can watch them give out, seams snapping like they’ve finally admitted defeat.
you said you wanted a pig? then feed me like one. treat me like one. no dignity, no limits. spoon after spoon, bite after bite, until i’m gasping and drooling and too heavy to fight you. make me need you to eat, to move, to breathe.
make me forget who i was before you turned me into this.
just a swollen, spoiled, overfed mess made for your pleasure.
launching feedism.neocities.org - an indie web project documenting, archiving, and sharing everything about (and adjacent to) feedism!
hello fellow feedists! so uh… my girlfriend (@doughyfatfox 💕) and I have done A Thing - a fun (and most importantly, ethical kink + fat lib-informed) website that collects and archives everything about feedism! from a community-centred wiki about the kink and the history of feedism + fat admiration, to practical resources for feedists and even cheeky memes, we’re hoping for this to be both a personal + community-driven space to celebrate this wonderful kink of ours 💕.
so what inspired this?
well apart from life being a lil overwhelming, another reason why I’ve been a little inactive on here is because I’ve been inching away from traditional social media and revisiting my love for the old/indie web, a lil passion that me and my girlfriend both share 🥹💕.
another thing the both of us share is that… obviously… we’re feedists. Finding community was what brought us together in the first place, and talking at length about how we’ve discovered and explored this kink throughout our lives has brought us even closer. what the both us (and many others in the community I have spoken to) have come to realise is that - finding community and resources surrounding feedism is hard.
from examining what this kink really is and what it means for us, working through shame and internalised fatphobia, navigating what it means to practice feedism ethically and in alignment with fat liberation, and of course, the fun stuff of actually practicing it, of building our own relationship with pleasure and hedonism. to answer these questions often requires many great resources that are scattered all over the place. every time I encounter a Cool Feedist Thing I’ve always thought - damn I wish I had a place to store, categorise and even talk about it in a way that doesn’t get lost in my blog (shh, I know tagging is a thing, it’s not organised enough for me!!!) amidst tighter cens*rship.
so here we are! after about a week of combining our coding, art (especially @doughyfatfox’s, look at our cute background!! 🤩) and writing skills, our site is live!
NOTE: It is still a huge work in progress, and I think it always will be. we want the site to continuously grow 👀 as our community grows, as our collective history gets richer.
what do we have right now?
an entire about page on feedism! (still a wip)
essential feedism resources (e.g., kink jars, RACK worksheet), mostly stuff me and @doughyfatfox used/are using as we explore this kink together
feedist and feedism-adjacent memes, credits to @doughyfatfox’s elite collection
a page about fat liberation (also a wip)
what are we working on?
the whole website essentially 😅. It’s still quite a big wip, but I think we do already have quite a cool selection of stuff on there, enough that we hope it’ll be a fun browse!
happy browsing! 🍩 and stay tuned for @doughyfatfox’s reblog for more info, especially if you’d like to contribute to the site!
ERES DEMASIADO GORDO PARA TRABAJAR, PARA USAR ROPA, PARA CAMINAR. EN TU TRABAJO YA NO TOLERAN QUE TE AUSENTES POR TUS INFARTOS Y TODOS CREEN QUE VAS A REVENTAR EN LA OFICINA SI SIGUES DESAYUNANDO MCDONALS.
RENUNCIA Y RECIBE DINERO DE ADICTOS AL PORNO PARA MANTENER TU ADICCIÓN A LA COMIDA.
I’m a feeder who love to help gainers aim their goal and sponsored them with some financial food support I hope you also will love to be teased and encouraged if interested kindly HMU 🤙🏾 ❤️🐷
The day people average weight would be 600 or more lbs and for kids to be obese as a normal rule, that day, that day will be a wonderful start for a bright and soft future.
A future in wich morbid obesity will be the standart
I'm not the type to just send out unsolicited dick pics or nudes, but fuck me it's not hard to get one from me.
I'm not the greatest at taking them plus I try to be modest, y'know? It's not as fun if everything out in the open from the start, if there's not The Hunt to drive me.
But if you flash a little belly, show me your double chins, then I'm weak, I'm a manwhore, I'm yours. I know a lot of ladies like the guy to be in charge, and I try my best, but all it really takes is a chubby girl to shower me with a crumb of anything and then next thing I know, I'm naked, on all fours, collared, ready to feed and fuck as much as my piggy demands.
Lying in bed dreaming of how fat I'm going to get.. I just want to be a brainless hog pumped full of lard all day that thinks of nothing but food. I want my body to balloon out of control, I want to be constantly farting and belching like a fat pig. I want to finally lose the ability to walk, to become a sack of fat who can only keep eating.
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