FeedeeFoodieBby @feedeefoodiebby - Tumblr Blog

bit of an intro about me 🥰

im star ! im 19 , around 345lbs , i use any pronouns no preference , im a feedee and i love to be teased 🥰 looking for a feeder to fatten this piggy up more 🫣 (non-sexual non-romantic , as i do have a partner , but if you wanna make this piggy grow hmu 🤭)

feedeefoodiebby

redid my intro a little bit !

immobilityandbeyond

Steps of a death feedee

1. The realization

You realize your scale can't read how obese you're getting anymore, you and your feeder are excited for the future to see how far they're going to push your fat growing body

2. The beginning of the end

You realized you can't really waddle your fat ass without assistance, so a bariatric cane has just become one of your best friend as you go hand in hand with your feeder beside you as they take in all the damage they already did to you and your body, knowing you eventually won't be able move at all

3. Fatty on wheels

The cane didn't last long before your body decided it didn't want to waddle this much anymore, your mobility scooter helps a lot nowadays, especially with your feeder sneakily feeding you in between the aisles at Walmart, grabbing your massive belly and whispering to you how proud they are of you for becoming their growing death piggy

4. New kind of assistance

The scooter lasted for a little while, but your arms got tired of driving and wanted to stuff more greasy fattening food down your throat faster, your feeder was all too happy to push their prized piggy around, showing you off to everyone and letting them know how fattening someone to death is done as you take another breath from your oxygen cannula from the oxygen tank strapped to the back of your bariatric wheelchair

5. Here for a good time, not a long time

It's official, you've become too fat to move, all you have to do is relax, let your body grow some more as you suck more fattening slop from your ceiling mounted tank and funnel with your feeder caressing your growing body and watching your vitals until the inevitable happens

6. Officially fed to death

The moment finally came, the heart monitor beeped for the last time as you kept on sucking down the tube by instinct, feeding even more slop down your throat as everything becomes narrower and turns to black, the last thing you see is your feeder telling you we did it and how proud they were of you, you smile and take your last breath

Good thing you both choose an oversized coffin to fit your massive body 6 feet under, being a reminder to everyone who visits and see your grave what a true death feedee should be

haven't left the house (or really my bed) in about a month, is it obvious...? 🫣🫣

gettingsofter

evil feeder nurse save me..

save me evil feeder nurse..

mochistuffed

I'm in one of those moods where I need someone to rub my stuffed belly and say mean things in a sweet voice to me 🥺🥺🥺

Like please tell me how bad it is that I crave and eat fast food all the time, tell me how much it turns you on to see me so out of shape. Call me your cute lard filled obese cow, praise me for my food addiction, tease me for my ever growing gurgling gut. Please make fun of me for how much the chairs creak when I sit down, and for how much I worry when my hips brush past a tight space. Tease me for getting turned on by the taste of calorie dense milkshakes, or how I get so horny over a big meal or your promises to make me fatter, to be your fattened pet. Tell me how much you adore how all I think about is food, getting bred, and your attention 24/7. Then tell me how you're going to encourage and push me to the extreme of all these cute little gluttonous and hedonistic habits. How before I can even think of stopping, I am going to be begging you through huffs and puffs and small burps to feed me even fatter.

funnier-as-a-feedist

feedeefoodiebby

now im seriously craving french toast 🤤🤤

funnier-as-a-feedist

funnelmefuller

i need someone to manhandle my belly and tell me how just fat i'm getting, how tight all of my clothes look, how the button on my pants is holding on for dear life and if i continue to eat itll just pop right off. remind me of all the little differences you see in me now compared to even a few months ago. the floorboards creaming under me now, the way my body jiggles through my clothings when i walk, the fact that my orders at drive thrus keep getting larger. tell me you can't wait to make it impossible for me to wear my favorite outfit again, tell me how you want me to pop the button on my new replacement pants that are already getting too tight. remind me that theres no way in hell that i can reverse what ive done to my body, so i might as well just keep going. not just because i cant bring myself to reverse the effects, but because you know that we both want to see me double the damage thats already been done.

tell me to just keep eating.

oharahotelofhedonism

Oh you're way too full and think you ate more than your body can handle? Alright then, explode, go on and prove it.

phoebefatter

Imagine if you will. Being 200, 300, maybe even 400 pounds bigger. Any number your devious mind can think of.

Your body a playground of soft fat. You try to move but you’re weighed down by your immense girth. Any clothes you’ve had are long since too small. Just a mindless blob of your former self, completely helpless. Deep down though, you love it.

Every extra inch is a turn on, every bite makes you need more. Not want, a need. A primal urge to grow larger.

Picture your body fill out as it makes room for all the fattening food you’ll consume. Your arms; like custard pillows, barely able to lift, unable to feed yourself. Your boobs; so swollen and sagging no bra could ever hold them, at least, not for long. Your legs; completely encased in lard and blown up to the size of holiday hams. Not that you do much walking anymore. Your butt; massive. Round and dimpled from all the excess cellulite packed in it. Your vagina; inaccessible. You try to reach but there’s too much in the way. Encased in a thick padding, your fupa takes up handfuls. Your belly; a cascading waterfall of beautiful fat. Always slightly taught from the amount of food you shovel in. Stretch marks throughout, always growing larger.

Any movement you make now sends a wave of jiggles through your entire body. You know there is no going back, not that you would. A body truly made for pleasure.

I desperately want to help you reach this. Becoming the beautiful pampered cow you’re meant to be.

This is what came to mind when i read that 🥴

(Video is from meatheadart on twitter 💕 )

deadlycals-deactivated20240915

✅ Bags under eyes from sleep apnea

✅ Unhealthy appetite from having your pleasure center ruined by food

✅ Heart palpitations from junk food addiction

✅ Diabetes from sugar addiction

✅ Functionally immobile

✅ Not going to make it to her 30s

✅ Absolutely drowning in her own fat

Wonder who could that be...

nurseheartstopper

Can't help but feel a little called out...~

glorifytype2diabetes-deactivate

Be so obese & unhealthy that the pharmacist genuinely looks disgusted when you waddle in to pick up your prescription of diabetes, blood pressure and cholesterol meds 🐖💉🩸

thedeathfeeder

Oh, you greedy hopeless hog. Theres no stomachache too great. There's no meal too large. There are just no limits at all. Theres only more. Always more, until the day your stomach ruptures or your heart fails.