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Reblog this if you're into immobility or death feedism
Want to see how many piggies and cows they are here
HOW MANY NOTES... EXCUSE ME??? HIT POST????
Thinking about getting hog tattoo’d on my gut 🐷
Quick tip for feeders out there, LISTEN TO FEEDEES BOUNDARIES PLEASE! Like the amount of times I hear about feedees being told unwanted fantasies, getting called animal names without consent, or even being mistreated in the name of the kink is insane. If you want to talk to feedees you have to treat them as people not sexual objects for your fetishes. Being a feeder isn’t just feeding a person and getting off, it’s actually being someone the other person can enjoy being around as well. So important reminder if someone says don’t call them piggy then DONT. If someone isn’t into death feedism or slob or whatever don’t push those fantasies on them! If you think being toxic/abusive without the other persons consent is “hot” you are mistaking fiction from reality and need help. Genuinely lock the fuck in PLEASE as a fellow feeder it isn’t difficult lol
Half the reason I’ve stepped away from posting is this. Please respect people’s boundaries dude it’s not hard
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You can kinda tell when looking at a guy that he would be better off as a cow
Me core 🐷🐮
the urge to be so fat i can’t sit up on my own 🥵
What Are You Prepared To Give Up For Me?
Are you prepared to make sacrifices? How badly do you want this? Can you handle when the fantasy becomes the reality? Will you continue when it gets hard? Am I worth it to you? Is the fat worth it all?
The answer better be a yes.
If it isn’t, I’m not sure what to tell you because if you’re here reading this right now… I’m already in your brain. My words are in your ears. My hands are already holding the beginnings of your growing rolls.
You see I’ve been giving you the illusion of choice all along. You thought you had control? HA. You never stood a chance. Look at me. I’m everything you crave in a woman, a partner, a FEEDER.
Don’t get me wrong. You’re a beautiful pig and I love how you’ve evolved. You were made for this. Through my hands you’re become this.
I’ll be DAMNED if you think you can change your fate. Unlike that family sized bag of potato chips you’re finishing off, your fate is sealed. I’m taking you all the way hog.
So, be prepared to grow. Be prepared to lose mobility. Be prepared to become a bottomless pit of gluttony. Be prepared to become my gluttonous, immobile, wheezing, unhealthy whale for my own pleasure.
I’ll take complete care of you. You’ll be my prized pig in a herd of cattle. You’ll know no life better than the one you have and it’ll be your slice of heaven I’ve created for you.
Now, go on… go grab another bag of chips, crack open a sugary soda, and think of what else you may need to do to secure your spot in my care.
teasing a feedee by groping his moobs, sucking on them, and telling him he has bigger breasts than most women >>>
diet?
the only diet you should know is fast food and wg shakes <3
I think he’s getting too big for his own good… 😳
His belly is so round now, it barely fits in his clothes. Every time I try to feed him, he just looks at me and smirks like he knows exactly what he's doing to me. 🥵
I know I should stop, but... Can I really say no when he looks so good full? 😌
I’m not going to stop, and neither are you. 😏
Look at your belly… It’s huge. I’ve already fed you more than you can handle, but you’re still begging for more. Every time you stuff yourself, I just get more turned on.
You’re mine now. And you’re going to get bigger. I’ll keep feeding you until I see just how fat you can really get.
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
UNF gimme dessert!!
"Embarrassingly fat" is the mood of the day. Feeling your face flush as you feel eyes watching your overhang wobble from your too-small shirt, hearing people whisper about how huge you are. Your cheeks hot pink as you make a last-ditch attempt to pull your shirt down, only to have it spring back up, cool air breezing over your exposed belly hang.
reblog if youre a feeder but you cant explain why you get sooo turned on everytime you gorge yourself and your gut is huge and tight and you have no one to tell about it because you're putting on a front 😭😭
yeah yeah ethical feedism and whatever but what if you tied me up, blindfolded me, funnel fed me thousands of calories worth of shake then humiliated me, made me oink and beg to be fattened, stretch me out and ruin me then take off the blindfold to reveal you’ve been filming the whole time??
Then what if you used those videos to blackmail me into getting fattened beyond my desires and as leverage to change anything you wanted about me or force me to do degrading things???
what then huh????
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Need this to happen to me tbh
one day, everything is gonna change. you've dabbled in feedism, and you've slowly gained a small belly. you could be considered chubby.
one of your stuffings leaves you more ravenous than more. rather than feeling sated and satisfied, you become even hungrier. your belly is soooo full. you risk getting sick if you ate more. but your brain feels on fire! all you can think is caught in the drum beat, more. More. MORE. you pass out surrounded by wrappers and empty plates, crumbs and sauce and stains all over your mouth and tight t shirt.
the next morning, that brain on fire feeling is the first thing you're conscious of. you lumber to the kitchen to shove pop tarts in your mouth while you await bread toasting that will slather a thick layer of salted butter and jam over. your day continues this way. and the next. and all that week...
months pass. you don't even roll over in bed before your thickened fingers are tapping at the delivery app to leave steaming piles of carbs at your door. clothes fitting is the dream of the past. how long before you snap out of it? will you ever?
and how long before i find you, two hundred pounds heavier, and soothe that fire in your brain with a cool swipe of my fingers on your engorged belly...or does it set that fire ablaze?