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22 bi/transmasc looking for a feeder or enabler dms open 18+ only SW: 160 GW: 450+

[chubbylily]

craving a funnel feeding so bad

[turbolovefatties]

What if you just started eating more? Maybe then you'd grow a little faster? Why don't you order four cakes and eat them in one night? What's stopping you from bingeing on ice cream and candy every day? Just listen to your gut and trust it. I think if you trust it, you'll at least double your weight. Summer is just around the corner, so you need to take better care of your figure. You'll have to admit, a luscious, fat figure looks much better in a swimsuit.

[ssoftdesires]

One of my favourite feedism tropes is when a secret feeder tests the waters with a secret/repressed feedee, culminating in the realisation that they’re both into it.

Especially if the feeder gets bolder and starts teasing to see how the feedee reacts. Slipping in words like big, heavy, greedy. Acknowledges their size. Buys way too much takeout for their date. When the feedee is full, the feeder shifts closer with one hand holding the fork to the feedees mouth and the other cupping the full curve of their belly. The feedee blushes, so embarrassed, but obediently eats.

Before you know it, the feedee is at capacity, bloated, and too dazed to be too humiliated, while the feeder attends to their swollen belly, muttering praise and teasing both.

[chubbibabi]

Fantasizing about having a belly so round that I can’t touch myself. Borderline immobile. Having a feeder lift my belly to find my fat pussy and using a remote controlled vibrator on me. Telling me to eat and drink whatever is in front of me. Having my feeder fuck my belly button as I get more and more bloated. Only being able to cum once I’ve finished absolutely everything in front of me 😩

[toobroketogain]

Reminders for Good, Chubby Puppyboys ❤️‍🔥

Good puppyboys sit by the bowl until they’ve finished all their food, and a little extra. Good puppyboys know they need to eat to grow big and cuddly.

Good puppyboys don’t choose their own food. They let their owners do it. After all, their owners know how important it is to keep puppy well fed, and wouldn’t want to put that stress on him.

Good puppyboys let their owners decide what size of collar and harness they need. They don’t argue that their new collar is “too big”, because it’ll fit snugly in no time.

Good puppyboys are inside dogs - there’s no need for long walks, they aren’t good for growing pups.

Good puppyboys get told off at the vet for eating too much, but don’t listen to the vet. They listen to their owner, because their owner knows best.

Good puppyboys whimper and whine when they’re hungry, and can trust that they’ll get fed.

Good puppyboys get rewarded for their behaviour with lots of yummy treats, hand fed to them as they lounge around the house.

Good puppyboys boys don’t touch themselves until their owner says so, if reaching around their big bellies is still even possible.

Good puppyboys know that their owners will provide for all their wants and needs, until they couldn’t even consider having to do anything for themselves.

[newkidintownme]

Draw me like one of your French girls. I received some new pigtures of this greedy piggy. Can you imagine a girl messaging with this fatso and meeting up with him for the first time, thinking she’d meet the muscular version of him, but then seeing this obese slob. I’d stop pigging out on those burgers, you fat fuck, or you’re gonna get diabetes soon. This must be the most blubberous jiggly fat belly I’ve ever seen and it seems like he’s still growing.

Find the other post of him here: https://www.tumblr.com/newkidintownme/814523365402476544/accidentally-got-fat-do-your-worst?source=share

[puppyboybelly]

one of the hottest things in the world is when u can see chest gains on a guy with top surgery. the way the fat creeps back, the way it's still obviously a masculine chest but it's not necessarily flat, the way the flesh dimples over the scar tissue... sooooo fucking hot. wanna squeeze and knead and caress some soft flabby trans moobs so bad rn

[hollowhush]

t-boys must be protected and cherished! overfeeding them is obviously the most logical solution. fatten them up and all that extra flab will offer plenty of padding and insulation from the world. 🤔🧠📈

[meowpuptummy]

nothing fits anymore… . …. maybe this is getting out of hand 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[pup-wrangler1810]

Tboys don’t let them bully you into being a twink embrace your twink death you’ll triple your horny points drink that beer eat that cheese burger there is much pain in this world but filling your Tboy puppy boyfriend with alcohol and cheese burgers is bumping

[dom-femalefeeder]

Gotta do one of these

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[galaxywolfpup]

TW: toxic feedism

I really want to be manipulated into gaining weight. I want to be someone's fat toy; just an object of their pleasure. I don't want to have a choice in how big my belly gets. I want to be reminded that my job is to make it grow. I want to be addicted to feeling of being uncomfortably full. I want to be stuffed to the brim then paraded around like a prized hog. Encouraged to use food as a coping mechanism; just constantly eating, constantly full

[galaxywolfpup]

Also want them to stuff me in public. I want them to show me off to others in tight clothes. Stuff me at a restaurant only to take me to a party to eat more. People stare at me with disgust and concern while my feeder tries to hide their pride and tries not to stare at my belly. I try to cover my belching, but the grease in my belly makes it impossible. They take take me home to soothe my overfed gut with rubs while telling me I need to keep up the binging and belching. They tell me my belly is at its best when stuffed. They're conditioning me to crave that feeling; the feeling of being uncomfortably full. My belly isn't mine; it's theirs to grow and show off

[gain-stuff-eat]

that's it, give in

i want you bigger

i want to see how much you can eat, glut yourself, having so much you can barely move

so much that you surprise yourself

i want you insatiable, gorging and mindless, feeling how heavy you're becoming with every bite and swallow you cram in

i mean it, feel yourself

how fucking fat you are.

the way your belly curves and bends, the way your pudge gives beneath your chubby fingers. don't stop eating while you do this, keep stuffing yourself as you explore your body and what you're doing to it, to yourself, squeeze where you've grown, where you want to grow more

it's intoxicating, letting go, isn't it?

no longer holding yourself back from desire and pleasure, embracing softness and wobbling fat, edging and expanding your concept of fullness until it takes so much to satisfy you

making all those noises. can you hear yourself? the moaning, the panting, the pleased sighs, the grunting, the burps and the overfull groaning. greedy, needy sounds. all coming out shamelessly as you put more and more in

i want you to get fatter

be good, keep eating

until fullness and pleasure, just the thought of food, makes you wet and wanting and desperate

until you're spilling out of all your clothes. until they're ill-fitting, your navel indent obvious and deep. until pulling and tugging and readjusting is futile. your body barely contained by straining fabric and struggling buttons, your gaining undeniable with every riiiip and pop

i want to see the aftermath of your hedonism

you struggling to sit up. short breaths and satisfied exhales as you rub your overtaxed tummy. the only evidence of your gargantuan meal being empty containers and cleared plates. you, shocked at your uncontrollable appetite, that you ate all of this by yourself, that you're clearly so submissive to being filled and only slipping deeper into gluttony

barely able to process how turned on you are, pinned back in your seat, slapping and jiggling your fat as you get off to how tender and sensitive and fucking heavy you are

and after all that?

i want you to ask for dessert

[bigger-and-rounder]

I fantasize a lot about perma-intox feedist scenarios. A feedee who’s ultimate fantasy is to turn off their brain completely by being high 24/7 and lying in bed stuffing their face all day. Finally getting a feeder who’s into the same thing and makes enough to allow them to turn into a weed-addicted pig who can’t even focus long enough to count the number of pizza slices they’ve eaten. Just constantly high, hungry and horny, gaining pounds by the hundreds each year until they’re near bed bound from complete inactivity, not aware of the date or time and just seeking out their next hit, their next meal, their next orgasm. Brain turning as soft as their body is while their loving feeder eagerly enables every moment of it, ensuring absolute comfort for their stupid, fat pet, baking weed into every dessert and ensuring their mouth is always full of food or a blunt. Permanent, endless indulgence and hedonism brought to life in the form of pillowy rolls and heavy stretch marks from years of nonstop eating, eyes bloodshot and underwear stained with the remnants of countless orgasms from rutting into their fat gut while their feeder uses their huge body to get off. God

[pansyproud]

when i say i want to be bred, i don’t mean one creampie and done. give me round after round of your cum. give me so much of your seed we’re using it as lube. i wanna feel the burning heat against my cervix, filling my little pussy until it’s pouring down my thighs, pooling on the sheets, and don’t forget to plug my cunt up after so i always know who owns me

[heavy--feels]

I catch you on sneaking a glance on me as I watch TV, snacking.

There is a lot to look at. Thanks to your help, I gained a considerable amount of weight recently, nearing 40 pounds. My belly rounds out in my lap and my love handles bulge at my sides. My chin plunges into a roll of fat whenever I lower my head. My thighs spread on the couch, thick and heavy. Even my upper arms feel plump as they plunge into rolls under my armpits.

I blush, feeling the hotness of your gaze. I tug at the hem of my t-shirt which rides up my belly. You are examining each of my rolls, each soft point. Self-consciously, I reach into my packet of chips, only to find it empty. I blush deeper.

"Craving another snack?" you ask, smirking.

Embarrassed, I nod, yet again feeling my new double chin forming.

You reach for a box full of donuts. You sit beside me and open it. There are six treats inside. You hover the first donut over my mouth.

"Open up," you say, knowing very well how crazy these words drive me.

I shiver. "I'm a bit too full for all of these," I mumble.

"Nonsense. You are never too full for anything these days."

I bite my lip. This is too true. I open my mouth obediently, and you shove the donut inside. It's glazed with chocolate, sickly sweet and fluffy. I gulp it down in one go. Better to start fast before my stomach realizes how full it really is.

"Another one." You take the second donut, one with colourful sprinkles. I open my mouth again and chew furiously, my cheeks bulging. The donut lands heavily in my belly.

"You're getting so nice and fat," you say, reaching for the third donut. "You're doing so very, very well."

My cheeks turn crimson. "You're taking such good care of me."

"You bet I am. Now, open wide."

Third donut, covered with icing sugar, lands inside my mouth, the sugar peppering my plump lips. I'm really starting to get full. I force a gulp.

"Another one."

"Let me..." I pant. "Let me catch my breath."

You hand me a bottle of apple juice. I drink gratefully. It's always juice, never water. Hydration is key, but I can't afford not to be consuming any calories while I do it. While I drink, I slowly massage my belly which started to hang lower between my legs.

"Okay, I'm ready," I say. You reach for the fourth donut. This one looks plain, but I know it has cream inside. It's rich, heavy. It leaves a sweet mess inside my mouth. My belly gurgles. It's getting tight now.

"Good job," you praise. "Imagine how much fatter you'll grow after today."

"Aren't I a bit too fat?" I ask timidly. "I mean, I technically just became obese..."

You click your tongue. "Silly you. These are made-up categories. You could be so much fatter, my dumpling. Open up."

It's the fifth donut. Sticky and sweet jelly is stuffed inside it, and I take my time with chewing it. My t-shirt now completely exposes my bloated belly. I groan slightly as I swallow.

"Just one more," you say, but it doesn't fool me. The last donut is an everything: it has chocolate, sprinkles, and cream inside. A caloric bomb. A good conclusion to the feast.

How many calories have I even consumed today? 5,000? 6,000? Lately, I stopped counting. You do it for me, anyway.

You trace your fingers over my belly, and I whimper. Your hand lands on the hem of my pants, buried somewhere under my belly. You tug at it.

"Are these getting snug?" you ask.

"Yeah," I breathe out. "I've been only wearing them... huff... for three months."

You smile so sweetly that I know I'm in trouble. "Am I right in thinking that if you outgrow them, you'll have to find a special plus size store?"

I nod again, embarrassed and so, so turned on. "Yeah. They don't make them larger than 2XL."

"Well then," you say, "why don't you eat the last donut."

I open my mouth. The triple sweetness assaults my senses. Painfully slowly, I chew and gulp it down. My belly surges forward. You immediately give it your attention, massaging and provoking burps from me, easing up my discomfort. God, I ate so much. I'm so full. So full, fat, and heavy.

You hover over me. Your next words, you whisper right into my ear.

"I'm going to order some takeout. I want these pants outgrown by the end of the week."

I shiver. Slowly, I realize just how huge you want me. ** Like my work? Here's my Ko-Fi :)

[dom-femalefeeder]

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Or if you wanna be turned into a morbidly obese slob ✨