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@feedthepiggyboi
Alright, I'll be switching blogs. I won't delete this one, but I won't have access to it. The new blog will be under a name like queercoshon (if it's available). I won't tage anything on that blog. No more shadowbans, thank you. I wanna be able to talk to people
Tags: female feeder, dom/sub, intox kink, feedism, stuffing, light degradation
Out at a bar, right. With friends. Ordering a little too much food but nothing crazy, you keep trying to steal fries from me and complaining you’re still hungry, saying I never share with you and how rude it is - you’re joking, of course and everyone laughs, but there’s an amused smile on my face as I push the plate towards you telling you to be my guest. I get pitchers of beer, mostly just for you, eyes twinkling as I watch you eat and drink everything I put in front of you.
There comes a point where you become full enough in public it’s hard to suck in, you’re starting to feel the effects of all I’ve given you. normally I’d stop, that stuff is private, but tonight you’ve been a little too bold, asking for more and making comments about how I never treat you, etc. so I order more food, more drinks. I see you start to struggle, already full belly pushing against your waistband and shirt, harder to hide than usual. (And believe me, you usually don’t hide it well to begin with).
Getting stuffed before bed, knowing all that food is packing right onto your body. Heavier every morning. It's so appealing
The more junk food you eat the more you crave.
The more you crave the more you eat.
It's a vicious cycle, so dive right in.
This is a great gif stoned
Eating as a form of rebellion is underrated. Someone says you're getting too fat, you're destroying your health? Double up on your portion sizes. Really give them something to worry about.
I don't just want someone to feed me. I want them to feed me until I grow beyond recognition. Til I don't even look "human".
Make my hips and belly swell until I wedge myself in most doorways. Layer my arms with so many rolls they become too heavy to even feed myself. Plump up my face until I can see my own round cheeks encroach on my vision. Force me to watch as any view of my legs and feet disappear beyond my mountainous belly. Riddle me with countless stretchmarks that boast all the times you fed me into outgrowing the confines of my own poor body. Turn me into a mound of blubber, nothing but rolls and folds that heave with what shallow breath I can manage between greedy mouthfuls of endless food.
This is what I want when I say "feed me". I'm asking you to take away every ounce of freedom I have left and bury me in the weight of my own gluttony, til I'm too helplessly obese to ever walk again, but too addicted to ever stop.
I wish more people were open about their feedism kink, and didn't feel ashamed of it. 🥺
Feed me like you mean it.
Feed me plate after plate of heavy, calorie dense foods that make my belly swell beyond my normal capacity, then top my off with a funnel of gainer shake to fill in every bit of empty space I have in my lardy gut - just as "a snack".
Feed me til it hurts, then keep going. I want to feel the pain and pleasure of being stretched past my limits by someone else's desire to see me fatter, ensuring that every day you can fit just a little bit more into your piggy.
Feed me well past my breaking point. Don't stop when I beg you, my eyes watering from the ache in my expanding gut. Don't stop when I cough and sputter heavy cream down my many chins. Stop when I start burping up my meal - when it becomes obvious that you've crammed as much as you possibly can into me before I pop. Then, as soon as it begins to settle, tell me I still have so much left of my meal and top me off again.
Feed me so thoroughly and so frequently that I exist in a state of constant bliss and discomfort, turned on and needy from the pleasure of being so aggressively fattened, but helpless to do anything about it under the burden of my painfully stuffed and heavy gut.
Feed me into a stupor, turning your once brilliant partner into a dumb little slave to my own gluttony, until my only thoughts are centered around eating, fucking, and sleeping. Then the real feeding can begin.
Have another drink. Go on.
You're not even tipsy yet, are you? Have one more. You deserve to relax.
Just one more drink.
Make it a double.
"Whoops, didn't mean to pour so much," you can lie to your self.
It's ok. You deserve it.
Just one more. Just one more to loosen up. To relax.
You can have one more drink. You've earned it.
Go on. Take your shirt off, take your pants off. Just be in your underwear. Have another drink. Just enjoy being a little tipsy. It's fine, it's ok. You've earned it.
I deserve to be gently force fed and edged till I’m dumb and stuffed 
Eating yourself into a bigger pant size is all the motivation you need to lead to a fulfilled life. Family, friends. None of that matters. They're only taking you away from your one true friend and source of happiness. Food. Eat up.
always pick food 💖
Thinking about big fat bellies that fill laps completely when a cute fatty sits down. Resting heavily on their thighs, sprawling out to their knees. Also their hips and ass completely filling the chair. Too fat and massive in so many ways. Creaking desk chairs filled to their limit with a person’s flab. Plush hips and love handles overflowing and pressing deeply into armrests. The way fat spreads out and flows over a chair. The way fat oozes and spreads is tantalizing. Seeing someone’s body pancake when they sit down, or see their body ooze out in all directions when they lay on their back is such a powerful display of how irresistibly soft, jiggly and pliable fat is 😵💫✨
Do you ever wonder how much you could eat if you truly let go. Imagine you have access to unlimited funds and infinite free time, all of which to spend on growing yourself. There are days where I can eat enough to comfortabley feed a family for a day and still be left craving things. In a world where my life revolved around eating and nothing else I could gorge through 10,000+ calories a day. Wake up, eat a huge breakfast loaded with all the greasiest foods you can possibly imagine. Come lunchtime it’s time for a buffet of burgers, pizzas, milkshakes and more. Then take a nap and let all that food settle into fat and pile on the weight before feasting on a dinner enough to make you nearly explode. Then over the hours before bed graze at whatever your fat arms can reach without leaving you breathless. After a hard day of utter gluttony you fall into a food coma, only to repeat the next day…
To be constantly filled to the brim with food and overflowing with fat. This is the life you really want, isn't it. There's no going back even if you want to, but I'm sure you know that. You don't want to turn back. You want to dive headfirst into decadence and overindulgence, regardless of the consequences.
Hello my beautiful people! I’m very excited to share this update with you:
I’ve put together a basic server for queer feedists!
The only requirements for joining are that you must be 18+, queer, and into some form of feedism/belly kink.
I hope this can be a relaxing place for QFA’s to feel comfortable and connected to the community 💕
Join Here
Considering making a whole new blog. Fuckin tired of being shadow-banned. The whole point of my tumblr is to talk to others
People I want to make fatter:
- You
