feedee blog 🐷

he/they | 23 | ANTI AI | SW:146❤️CW:220❤️GW:250 ☀️= me (feedee) 🍩 = my partner (feeder)

[fat-whoratio]

about me (☀️)

i am a 23yo 5'9" GENDERQUEER TRANS MAN 🏳️‍⚧️ my pronouns are he/they but i still love my boobs ;) i like just about any gendered compliments 🥰

i first engaged in feedism because it's my partner's kink and i wanted to make them happy

i currently engage in feedism/i want to get fatter because i've always been skinny and felt that i needed more meat on my bones. now i have the perfect opportunity to do so! and i'm loving every new pound

aspects of feedism i enjoy are rapid/magical weight gain, before and afters, tight/outgrown clothes, intox, bimboification, and seeing my tummy get bigger and softer and rounder and and and

aspects of feedism id rather not interact with are public embarrassment, vore, pregnancy

DO feel free to send me asks (unless the askbox is closed ofc)

i'm also a HUGE nerd and my url + original posts tag (#goodnight sweets prince) are references to hamlet, my fav shakespearean play

👋🐷🥰 that's all for now! ✨☀️🏳️‍⚧️

[fat-whoratio]

anyone think my gain is noticeable?

early june '25 -> late june '26

[fat-whoratio]

the left pic is still so much fatter than i was a year ago.

[puddgyy]

I want to bloat up rapidly. I want to panic and whimper as my belly gurgles and swells and my thighs thicken until I have to widen my stance. I want my tits to swell and get heavy with milk so fast that it topples me over. I want to feel my clothes get tight. I want buttons to pop off one by one and pants to rip down the sides as my thighs get even bigger. I want my panties to become a thong, to dig into my fat pussy so tight it hurts. So tight I can’t get my fingers between my skin and the fabric, and I have to wait helplessly until they snap. I want my snapped panties to stay wedged up in my fat folds because I can’t even reach my own cunt to remove them. I want to be helplessly big. I want whoever witnesses this transformation to poke and prod and tease. I want them to grab my tits and squirt me in the face with my own milk. I want to try and get away but find that I can only sort of wobble around, with any attempt to get my feet or arms under me failing as soon as I really try to push myself up. I want to get bigger and bigger and bigger, with no sign of stopping. I want it to start feeling impossibly tight, painful even. I want to be scared I’ll burst. I want to watch the stretch marks form as I beg someone to help me make it stop. I want to realize that even if it does stop I’ll be huge and helpless and completely immobile. I want to whimper and cry like a stupid fatty who got exactly what they asked for and regrets it.

I want to be fucking terrified of what’s going to happen to me.

[fat-whoratio]

Deep belly button? Any chance you can show us?

🐷🐷🐷

[bbwsophieblake]

I’m absolutely in love with this clip. Holy fuck I’m fat. 🥰😳🐷💖😅😱✨🌸

[bellypovs2]

one of my downright favorite clips on this site, for years now. I just keep coming back to it 😮‍💨

[high-kal]

I love watching you grow bigger and more blissfully unaware with each passing day. As you indulge and expand, it’s like you’re letting go of all those pesky thoughts, focusing only on the pleasure of the next bite.

Every meal makes you more full, more content, and a little less focused on anything else. You sink deeper into the comfort of being fed, your world becoming a delicious haze.

Can you feel it, hon? How your mind drifts away, leaving behind worries and responsibilities? You’re turning into a beautifully simple creature, where your biggest concern is satisfying that ever-growing appetite.

I see you, eyes glazing over with each bite, thoughts fading away. The bigger you get, the more you relax into this carefree existence, the less you worry about anything beyond the next mouthful.

You don’t need to think too hard, just enjoy the warmth and fullness of being fed. Every pound you gain makes you feel more relaxed, more carefree, and a little less burdened by complex thoughts.

Let go, sugar. Embrace the simplicity, the pure pleasure of eating and growing. Let yourself become wonderfully carefree and blissfully unaware, sinking deeper into gluttony. ✨🍭

[fat-whoratio]

guess which one's the feeder and which is the feedee

[fat-whoratio]

here's my gain from the start of adulthood until now

my feeder and i think the safe guess is 90 pounds gained, but also think it's very possible that it's been 100 pounds gained.

75 of those pounds have been since august '25 btw 🐷🤭🤭

[princesslilypuff]

I’m starting to look a bit doughy 🙈

Video coming later to that site of me talking whilst stuffing my face full of Indian takeaway 👀

[fat-whoratio]

this is how much ive gained in 2026 alone 🤭

left pics are from jan 2nd at about 175lbs

right pics are from yesterday at about 220lbs

🫠🫠🫠

[teathattast]

[funnier-as-a-feedist]

Posts that are funnier as a feedist

[funnier-as-a-feedist]

When I first read Susan Sontag's Notes on Camp I became briefly obsessed with deciding if things were or were not "camp" by Sontag's definition. And what marks something as camp is that campness is big and bold and all encompassing, it's lavish and glorifies excess, but also embraces it's trashy elements at the same time, with utmost adoration for it. It's only ironic if that irony comes from a place of sincere love.

Anyway. I say this as a feedist myself. I think feedism as a kink is camp.

It definitely can be for some!! I love the emphasis on boldness and decadence. It feels very unapologetic. I can see the trashy element being appealing to some too, and for others I think feedism can be elegant, graceful, and refined.

[sunsleptos-deactivated20250610]

Thinking about how equally awesome and frightening the idea of an actual wg shake would be.

Imagine if you really could make a milkshake, one that could be easily drank in one sitting, packed with enough calories to fatten you by the second.

If you could literally FEEL your waistline slowly spreading out with each passing moment. Feel the tangible sensation of your pants tightening against an ass noticeably wider than it had been ten minutes ago.

If you could feel your breasts filling out your bra, OVERFILLING your bra, by the time you were taking down the last mouthfuls of the drink.

A single drink dumping 50 pounds if not more on your body, and the only thing stopping you from doing it again within minutes is prep time and a warning on the gain shake mix that says not to exceed a once-per-week usage.

That kind of thing is awesome to me for obvious reasons, but I think it's frightening for the aspect of impulsivity. It's easy to convince yourself to DRINK that kind of thing when you're all worked up, but maybe when you're more leveled out you wouldn't want to do something that hasty.

Maybe you're horny enough that, just to fulfill an indulgent fantasy, you drink too much too quick. 50 pounds giving way to 100 pounds, or 200, or more. It gets you off, but once that haze clears you realize you're immobile if not close to it --- you didn't consider the repercussions of more than doubling your weight in minutes.

A large share of my enjoyment of WG is in fictional settings just because it's those long-term consequences of actual gain that scare me conceptually, but at the same time, applying the rules OF realism to an otherwise unreal scenario can hit just as hard.

[fat-whoratio]

double-chin? fuller

legs? ridiculously encased in fat

belly button? deep

[hellsbelly]

26 October 2024

[ittybitty-piggy]

for those of you who may be wondering, yes I did get another 4L. i thought i couldn’t do it but i did