- Late 20s, Black/mixed, transmasc. My gender is fag and my sexuality is equal opportunity slut. Partnered and poly.
- Long time lurker, got on t and got interested in gaining weight.
Kink List
- primary:
🫀 Feedism
🫀 stuffing
🫀 wg
🫀 pet play 🐶
🫀 emeto
(from stuffing/overeating only)
- Others:
objectification, rope bondage, pain/sensation play, mommy/daddy/little play (way more into the caretaking dynamic than the age play element), some cnc. Rn, Mommy is my gf and I’m not looking for others. Accepting applications for daddies of all genders though, I just need to get to know you a bit before I wanna play in that space!
✨ ask box and dms are open! t4t feedists I especially wanna hear from you ✨
Hard Dislikes and Limits:
- immobility, death, long-term loss of independence
- Medicalizing language/play
- Race play (including slave-master/mistress dynamics)
- Discussion of exact weight numbers
- Intense degradation (light humiliation and teasing are great though!)
If there’s anything you don’t see here and are wondering about, ask me about it!
(guy who's normal about throwing up) i mean you have to admit it is a little erotic the way you lose all control over your muscles and just have to give yourself over to the sensation. objectively.
god, you’re so full right now, i can’t believe you ate all the leftovers while i was gone. and you’re so damn whiny too, like you didn’t do this to yourself…
it’s okay, you’re okay, i’m not mad. just get over here- i’ve gotta touch you right now.
yeah, straddle my hips just like that. fuck, you’re even rounder when you’re right in front of me. lemme hike your top up so i can really see you.
your belly’s so stretched, so huge. you must’ve eaten good, huh. maybe even the whole fridge. hey, don’t whine like that, you know what you did. it’s not teasing if i’m telling the truth.
your bare belly is so tight under my hands. even rubbing light circles is scaring me a little, what if you pop?
harder? really? aw, i can hear how loud your stomach’s getting, you’re probably desperate for relief. with the way you keep pushing that belly out into my palms, how could i say no?
yeah, you needed this. harder circles, pressing my fingertips into the taut skin with each pass. wanna show me how much you like this? you’re keeping all these noises inside, are you embarrassed? you can do better, c’mon i wanna hear you.
yes that’s it, you’re so fucking noisy. don’t you know it turns me on when you’re turned on too? all these moans and whimpers, you’re like a puppy. and i didn’t forget about this belly being noisy too. i can feel the grumbling under my hands.
relax for me, just take it. i know your cheeks are burning, i know you wanna just hide away. but you can’t, ‘cause you know that i love when you’re like this. all full and vulnerable, can’t do anything but whine about how much you ate while i caress you like this. so just relax.
what’ll happen when i rub you on top like this, where you’re the tightest. fuck, that’s a huge burp. and you won’t stop. i know it hurts, but if i don’t press right here you won’t feel better.
and this bellybutton. fuck. you’re so bloated, it’s all shallow now. if i pass my thumb over it…
shit, what a beautiful sound you just made. is it sensitive there? it’s all red around this area, there must be so much pressure right now. i know you like it when i press my finger there. when i dig into it and flick my nail over the knot. this bellybutton used to be so deep, and now you’re stuffed so much it’s about to pop. so hot.
hey, slow down, you’re moving too much. you keep squirming around in my lap. cute.
how about we go to the bedroom? i think you need more than just belly rubs now.
eating a frozen pizza in bed next to my partner who is dead asleep and all of the sudden they sit straight up and look at me with big eyes and go “can i have a pepperoni ☝️” and so naturally i was like yes, but do you want a piece? and they nod and give me a shy little look so i go get them 1/4 of the pizza (what we have grown to call one piece) and then we’re both eating our pizza together quietly and i rub their belly a little and they touch mine and they finish their food and lay back down with their empty plate next to them and fall asleep again within seconds 😭😭
it’s not a surprise to most that i’ve been a die hard feeder for most of my life. it wasn’t until i started getting into creating hypnosis audio files for my growing piggies that the idea of gaining weight became… intriguing to me. gradually over the weeks and months of creating this content i noticed myself starting to slip into a very gluttonous trance… i just uploaded the story of how i lost control here if you wanna watch the full clip <3!
POV: Your Conditioning Your Puppy To Eat Till They Can’t Burp Anymore and It’s Affecting Their Waistline
Your puppy doesn’t notice when things shift…they just start going along with it like it’s always been this way.
At first, your shy little pup would sit across from you, barely making it halfway through their plate before giving up, pushing the plate away like what they ate was enough.
“I’m full…” they’d mumble, all unsure, like they needed you to agree.
You never did. You’d just smile, soft and patient. “No you’re not, baby” you’d murmur softly. And after a little hesitation, they’d pick the fork back up and keep going.
It didn’t take much. A quiet “just a few more bites for me, sweetheart,” a gentle “be good for me, pup,” or a look they just couldn’t ignore.
You never forced it. You just made stopping feel… wrong.
And slowly, it started to show. Your puppy would lean back after eating with a soft, weighted kind of exhale, like the fullness had somewhere to sit now instead of disappearing.
Then you could see it start to linger. Their stomach didn’t pull flat anymore, didn’t vanish when they stood. It stayed. A gentle swell that rounded outward just enough to catch the light, to shift the way their clothes sat against them.
When they stood, it pushed out far enough that they had to lean forward slightly just to see past it, like it was starting to get in the way now.
Their favorite tank top started giving it away the most. It used to fall loose, barely touching them. Now it followed. The fabric stretched lightly over their middle, skimming that softness, rising inch by inch when they sat until it exposed more than it hid.
They’d fidget with it, tugging it back down, but it always crept back up, like it couldn’t quite contain them anymore. You’d smooth it down for them, slow and easy, like nothing was different.
And the burps… Oh, how those changed too. They used to be tiny, easy to hide, something your puppy could swallow down without you noticing. Not anymore.The more they listened to you, the more they ate, the fuller they let themselves get, the easier they came up.
Deeper.
Heavier.
Louder.
Sometimes they’d try to hold them in, cheeks puffing slightly, but you’d catch them every time. “Don’t hold it in, baby,” you’d chastise softly, and eventually they stopped trying.
After meals, they stopped wandering off like before. They lingered. Hovered. Until ending up exactly where they are now became the most natural thing in the world.
Straddling your lap.
Your puppy settles down on you with a soft, heavy exhale, knees on either side, weight sinking into you in a way it never used to. There’s more of them now. Softer. Warmer.
You feel it immediately, hands coming up to their hips to steady them. “Right there,” you murmur quietly, hands firm at their hips to keep them settled. They huff, embarrassed, but stay like the good pup they are.
Your hands slide forward, palms spreading over their belly, and it’s impossible to miss. It fills your hands now.
Rounded.
Full.
It presses right back into your palms when you touch it, soft but firm underneath, like it belongs there. You give it a slow squeeze, amused. “This didn’t use to stick out like this, did it?” Their cheeks flush a bit as they whine out an excuse, “It’s because I just ate…”.
You press in gently. A small burp slips out of them. They freeze instantly, stuck right there on your lap. You just hum softly. “There we go.”
“I didn’t mean to—” they whine, covering their mouth, but your thumb presses in again, slower this time, more deliberate. Another burp rises, turning into a soft belch before they can stop it. “S-stop…” they whine.
Your hands tighten slightly on their hips. “Stay, puppy. You’re fine.”
Your fingers spread over their belly, holding that rounded shape, feeling how it settles into your hands now. You press again. Another belch escapes, deeper this time, and you feel the way it shifts under your palms.
“Oh baby…” you murmur softly, almost amused. “Are you really full if your body’s still helping you make more space?” They go quiet at that. Because they can feel it too.
You press again, slow and steady, and another low belch slips out, heavier this time, harder for them to hide.
They sag slightly against you, cheeks burning, trying not to shift too much where they’re straddling you. They whine at the prospect of eating even more. “I can’t… I’m already so full,” they mumble weakly.
To which you just give them a look. Not harsh. Not even serious. But it makes them hesitate anyway, like maybe they’re wrong.
You tilt your head slightly, fingers pressing in again, drawing out another deep, helpless belch. “Mm… you can,” you purr softly. “Listen to yourself.”
Your gaze dips for a moment, taking in the way their belly rounds into your hands, the way it resists your touch, pushing outward instead of giving way.
“You keep saying you’re full, sweetheart…” you murmur, voice low with quiet amusement, your thumb tracing slowly along the curve of their belly.
You press in again, drawing out another deep, helpless belch, and hum softly. “…but your body’s still making room for more with those nice, big burps, isn’t it, baby?”
They don’t argue.
They just sit there, warm and heavy in your lap, letting it happen. Another firm push, another belch follows. Lower this time.
You hum, satisfied. “Good puppy… that’s it. Don’t fight it.”
Your touch shifts, easing into slow, steady circles, your palm gliding over that swollen curve. “See?” you murmur. “We’re just helping your tummy along.”
A gentle press pulls another quiet belch from them. “Making space so you can keep eating.”
Your puppy barely reacts, just sags a little more against you, heavy and warm in your lap. You give another gentle press, drawing out a low, tired belch, and hum under your breath. “See? Still going…”
Your hand settles back into slow circles, unhurried, like you’ve done this a hundred times. “We’ll take our time with it,” you continue quietly.
“Let your pretty belly settle… make a little more space… then you can eat a bit more for me.”
Your thumb traces along the curve again, grounding them where they sit. “And once you’re settled back down on my lap again… we’ll just do it all over again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, puppy?”
They don’t answer. They don’t need to. You already know.
Your hand stays on them, slow and steady, keeping them right where they are. Another gentle press draws out a soft belch, and you let out a quiet, satisfied hum. “Mm… there it is.”
Your thumb drifts along the curve of their belly, unhurried, like you’re in no rush at all.“See? You’re handling it like a champ, baby.”
Your hand keeps moving in slow circles, grounding, familiar. “Don’t worry,” you add, a faint teasing edge slipping in, “I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough.”
Your pups tank top not fitting properly anymore
your pups belly so swollen they can’t see their feet unless their leaning forward a bit
The delicious view you get when your pup is straddling you after their meals
What else do you plan to feed your pup once they make more room?
as far as I’m concerned body fat is THEE stim material of all time and I’m done pretending it isn’t. it’s ALWAYS warm, soft, and inviting. idk abt yall but I love resistance & pressure, so the weight of fat/fat body parts is glorious. there’s just so many ways to stim
cupping a boob in your hand. just hold it. let the weight of it fill your palm
idly bouncing a boob against your fingers
bouncing a belly hang against your palm
laying back and finding the center of the belly and pressing intermittently. bwomp bwomp bwomp. look at that ripple
rubbing back and forth along the bottom of an overhang, noting how the bottom of the belly is soft in a different way from the top (bonus points for dimpled overhangs, W bellies, stretchmarks, cellulite)
curling your fingers around a roll. squeezing, massaging, holding
using a roll to shake a whole belly
framing a belly with both hands and squeezing, squishing, bouncing
wobbling a wide, jiggly thigh
placing ur fingers underneath a shelf of an ass and bouncing. one cheek, both cheeks, who gaf
tracing the curve of plump cheeks, double chins, soft necks with a knuckle or the pads of your fingers
splaying your hand across any wide, soft body part (belly, sides, thighs, ass) and just. feeling. rocking the palm back and forth, pressing fingertips against the surface. soaking up the warmth and comfort
running your hand up and down a whole fat torso, chest to hips, memorizing the landscape of rolls and swells and stretch marks and cellulite
finding clusters of older stretchmarks, noting the different textures between it and unmarked skin
and we absolutely CANNOT forget the ultimate simple pleasure of rubbing biiig slow circles all around the circumference of a sweet round tummy
So for years, I’ve done “horror movie nights” with a few of my friends. Every so often we will pick a movie and a theme and go all out with hedonism. I mean a multi course feast, plenty of drinks, weed to enhance everything, and a couple good horror movies. The only downside is that I’m the only feedist in the group!!! I NEED to do this with a group of feedist friends!!! Just a pile of feedees, all drunk/high, kept stuffed and docile and massaged by feeders, while a horror movie plays out in the background…
I literally see this gifset once every two years or so, it’s very rare for some reason. Instant reblog though. You can practically HEAR that button creaking.
cross-eyed with lust thinking abt riding a partner while they’re well-and-truly stuffed….getting to grind up against that packed-tight tummy….forcing them to feel the weight of every bite they swallowed….drawing moans out of them and neither of you can tell whether they’re from pleasure, fullness, or pain
Boy dinner is when it’s all snacks but it goes on for an entire evening and adds up to thousands of calories. And ur kinda stoned and just keep going back for another little something. And then you’ve been eating for the last two hrs and you’re way too full.
I’m not American but I can get into the spirit of your holidays when it involves food! Happy 4th of July, I ate a whole apple pie topped with ice cream. 🥧 I barely waddled away from this one. I’m going to gain weight from this for sure… 🥵
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The thing was, Julia hadn't even made a noticeable dent in the spread. Three bagels, an entire jar of applesauce, almost a liter of grape juice, four tuna sandwiches, several candy bars, two pints of ice cream down, her shorts unbuttoned half an hour ago, and the rest of the food still filled up the entire dining room table.
"Oof," she groaned, leaning back as best she could. She brought the carton of raspberries with her to rest on her distended stomach. With one hand, she kept eating, one raspberry at a time. The other hand tried to massage her strained stomach without knocking over the carton.
She moaned, and ate another. Then she looked directly at the camera in front of her. "My stomach hurts, but I still want more," Julia whined. She burped, surprised by it. Then she pushed herself forward, her overfull belly gently pressing against the tall trash can at the ready between her legs. She felt her shirt roll even further upwards.
Julia put the less than half eaten carton to the side. She slid over a box of frosted sugar cookies. After opening it with both hands, she went back to rubbing her stomach with one hand and ate with the other. Full as she was, she moaned with every bite. Eventually, she paused to drink more juice.
"Fuck, I don't -" she swallowed hard. "It's starting to feel sick, I don't know how much more I can fit until -" she burped sickly. "It comes back up. Mmm," she swallowed hard again. "Let's make this good."
With effort, she reached into the minifridge on the floor and pulled out a large container of raspberry yogurt. "There's no way I fit this all in," she said to the camera. "But that's what I've been saving it for." Then she emptied her other carton of raspberries into the yogurt container and dug in.
At first, she ate like she still had room. Heaping spoonfuls of yogurt would be swallowed in seconds, just in time for her to scoop another. She slowed down incrementally. She swallowed one mouthful with a grimace, the next with a moan. Before she could eat another her belly pulled inwards and she retched. With a moan she swallowed her rising gorge back down. "Getting close," she said, strained.
Still, she ate more yogurt, but it was at a snail's pace. Nearly every mouthful was a fight, until she lost entirely.
Julia dropped her spoon as a rush of vomit spilled from her mouth to the trash can below. She coughed twice, and then threw up again, clutching her deflating stomach.
It took a few minutes, but when she was done, she looked at her camera again with a sharp grin and a glint in her eye. "Now there's room for this," she said, and reached for a box of trail mix.
The first thing you see when you walk through the door is the chair in the middle of the room. A thrill runs down your spine as you recognise that tonight you won’t be able to lift a finger to pass a single bite past your perfect, greedy lips.
You sit expectantly in the chair before hearing me approach you from behind. As you first feel the smooth fabric of rope around your wrists, my lips brush against your ear to ask if you’re ready to be a very good pig for me. The only sensations you feel after that are my fingers brushing against your lips as I press mouthful after mouthful into you.
Once you’ve started to squirm from how uncomfortably full you are, you feel me lightly running my fingers along your skin tracing gently from your collarbones, which are hidden under a plush layer of fat, to your sensitive nipples, and finally down your strained belly.
You feel me stop at your waistband and you buck your hips, desperate to get any relief. You see me lean in to brush my lips along your soft jaw, leaving a gentle kiss on your double chin. I whisper in your ear and say that if you want to be touched then you'll have to show me what a perfect pig you are.
You see me pick up a funnel, which I’d kept behind you as a surprise. I watch as you shift in your chair, unable to tell whether you wanted to stay at the very edge of overfull or untouched more. I wait patiently until I see you nod desperately that you wanted me to push you further.
Holding the nozzle up to your lips, you feel my other hand rubbing circles over your belly to make room, bringing my hand lower and lower down your stuffed body until it brushes your waistband on your last swallow. Once you had finished, I kiss the sweet liquid from your lips then pull your hips forward by your love handles so your belly doesn’t get in the way before sinking to my knees and having my dessert.
