Imagine Your Feedist OTP

A blog for feedist themed character/OTP/OT3 scenarios! Feel free to submit anything within the guidelines and use these for whatever you like - story prompts, art, etc. Mod prominentplump is on hiatus. Mod yoon is active. Click here for SFW posts only And here for NSFW posts only

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Keep Submitting!

Even though this blog is currently super slow because I’m unable to be a lot at the computer (and I tend to spend the time I’m capable to talk to friends and family), please feel free to keep submitting. I love to have stuff to post when I have the time and energy to get on here and fill up the queue as much as possible for you guys! ♥

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Imagine your favorite character is your freshman dorm roommate. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and incredibly hyped up for university, they can’t wait to get into college life, especially the parties. They soon become frequent partygoers and drag a hesitant you along, and you end up having to chaperone them after night after night of getting wasted, helping them balance on their way back as they hold their stomach and burp out the air intake from the drinks. Soon, all that drinking and snacking at parties shows on their body, beer gut pushing against the front of their shirt.

They don’t seem to notice it though, and continue attending parties, even though you decline more often now. This results in you oftentimes returning from a night of studying to the sight of your bloated roommate clutching their distended belly, moaning, hiccuping, and belching as they drunkenly ramble about what a party it was upon entering your dorm room. Other times, it is you who is present when they arrive back, stumbling in with a red solo cup still in one hand and a pizza in the other.

You find yourself more often than not still tending to them despite not accompanying them to these parties, bringing them soda water and pepto-bismol to help with the indigestion. This escalates to rubbing their exposed belly and helping them out of tight but already unbuttoned jeans, as well as having them sit on your lap and drunkenly burp as you thump them on the back. It’s humiliating, but oftentimes they are too drunk to care – and in fact grow to like being taken care of when they get like this.

Even when the parties lessen, your roommate’s unhealthy eating habits continue. Every night becomes pizza night, and while you occasionally take a slice or two, you see them manage to polish off two to three whole pizzas without noticing. Your room refrigerator is packed with soda of all kinds. Most of the weight gain your roommate experiences stays in their gut, most likely due to the initial gain from all the alcohol. It becomes a habit for them to overeat and have you deal with the aftermath, but neither of you necessarily mind.

Their unabashed eating habits become prevalent even in public, scarfing down meals messily, sauce and cream all over their face, and burping between delicious bites. It gets to the point where their belly gets too big for most of their tops, and causes the tops to either stretch/burst at the buttons or ride up to the top of their belly, expanded beyond compare. Their bottoms don’t fare any better, most of which cannot be buttoned or even zipped up anymore.

However it is only when you get back to the dorms that they whine for you to rub their aching tummy, full of greasy fast food and diabetes-inducing pastries. You tut at them, wipe their mouth, and chide them for being so dependent when they’re already in university. They say nothing, only groan and burp as you massage their taut and firm belly, pressing and squeezing in all the right places. They are considerably rounder as the year passes, though they still for some reason do not notice, but you do, and you love it.

Imagine they ask to stay roommates in sophomore year.

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Imagine your favourite character stuffed to their absolute limit after a holiday dinner, too huge and overfull to move from their seat, belly far too swollen to think about doing up the pants that fit perfectly well beforehand. While other people get up and start milling around, they can’t do anything but sit there groaning and burping, wondering how many holiday pounds are going to appear on their waistline.

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Imagine character B of your otp is mouse-sized (or suitably tiny) and has recently been taken in by A, who is doing their best to look after them by providing a home, appropriately sized mini-meals, etc.

One day, A’s parents come over and A tells B to stay hidden because A’s parents don’t about B yet and might not understand. B, not knowing where to hide, finds an open tin nearby and crawls inside, dragging the lid on top leaving just enough open to breathe.

When A’s parents have gone, A walks into the kitchen to hear soft, tinny moaning coming from inside the biscuit tin. They walk over and take the lid off the tin; inside is B, laying against the side and rubbing their swollen belly while reaching out for the next piece of biscuit.

A helps them to soothe their bellyache, they’d eaten one and a half whole biscuits after all, with fingertip tummy rubs. Maybe, once their stomach has settled slightly, A feeds them the last half of biscuit.

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Thank You

ahdjdsakjhsdfh thank you for all the get well messages, i really appreciate it! i love you guys~ (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Imagine person A if ur otp works at a fast food place as a dilivery person, person B has never been that interested in fast food before until developing an intense crush on person A when they show up for the first time after an order.

Person B wants to see A again but is too shy to try and meet them at work (for whatever reason) , queue person B ordering as much as they can over a course of time to see person A again resulting in lots of alone stuffing sessions ft some really noisy bellies thanks to Bs sudden overindulgence in such greasy fatty food their stomach isn’t used to it. As B starts to grow person A can’t help but become more attracted to them, making sure they’re the only at Bs doorstep thinking about how big B will get if this keeps up.

Bonus: B ends up ordering a lot more than usual and voices their concern as to weather they can handle it all as it arrives, they probably misjudged the amount. Person A is pretty much done for the night and offers to help, eventually becoming Bs feeder~

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please take care of yourself yum-yoon, i hope you feel better soon! ;u;

ahh~ thank you so much! i’m already feeling a lot better than i did a while ago and thats why im finally able to spend a night at home, even though i have to return tomorrow ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ 

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I'm really considering writing a short fic to send in, I love this blog so much. Not sure which prompt to expand on though, do you have any personal favourites?

ahhh i don’t know~! i really don’t have a fave but the time travelling one was pretty cool tho? the one that just got posted pffh!

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maybe some character x reader fluff with cuddling and maybe some stomach noises? it's a suggestion, you don't have to do it, but i was just wondering...

if someone wants to write something up, that would be great~

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Imagine that person A of your OTP has somehow traveled forward in time to the present day from at least five hundred years ago, if not more. Person B finds them wandering around, lost and frightened, and takes them home. They get them to take a shower and then finds some clean clothes for them. After some gentle questioning, they manage to ascertain where (or, rather, when) they’re from, and get them some food. B isn’t much of a cook, so they order pizza. They make it plain, because hey, it’s just cheese, tomato and bread. That shouldn’t be too rough on a medieval stomach. A, a poor laborer who spent most of their life in abject poverty, only takes a few bites, and is confused when B asks them why they’re not finishing it (it’s a personal-sized one).

“You mean I can have all of it?” they ask, amazed.

“Well, of course you can,” B says.

B explains the modern world to A—or, at least, as much of it as they can. A finds it all fascinating, especially modern technology, even if they are a bit confused by some of it (“So this iPod thing, does it have tiny musicians inside it?”), but they’re also fascinated by the food. There’s so much of it! One day, B comes home to find A lying on the couch, clutching their tummy and groaning softly. They run over and ask what’s wrong. Are they ill? A explains that they went out to buy something earlier, and stumbled across a delicacy they heard of, but never got to try—ice cream. After trying a free sample, they bought three or four cartons and rushed home to eat them. Unfortunately, they might have gotten a bit too enthusiastic, because now their stomach hurts awfully. B rubs their belly for them, and gently reminds them that they have to be careful. A remarks that they never thought they’d be able to eat so much they’d get a stomach ache.

A discovers more delicious modern food as time goes on, although they still haven’t quite mastered the art of portion control, because they almost always end up with a tummy ache afterwards. They start getting chubby, but they’re utterly fascinated by the weight gain. Their body feels so soft and warm now! B finds it hard to keep their hands off of A’s new pudge, too.

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baby come back. u can blame it all on me.

its totes ur fault my body hates me i blame u all everyone (no but seriously don’t think it’s something you’ve done or that i don’t want to do this anymore, it’s just really hard from a hospital bed and i need the rest)

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This blog has been kinda silent for a while. Did something happen?

This blog is somewhat inactive at the moment as prominentplump is on hiatus and i (yum-yoon) am currently in the hospital. I’m home for the evening so i’ll queue a few things, but it’ll probably be a tad bit silent for a while. I’m sorry about it, but there’s not really much I can do.

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Imagine your favorite character having an at home job that takes up the majority of their time but doesn’t require much physical activity. Since they’re pretty much in the same spot all day they decide to start stocking up on snacks to keep at their workspace, to save trips to the kitchen every few hours or so. It also keeping them occupied when works slow. Their consistent snacking soon catches up to them resulting in some seriously cute weight gain and a bigger appetite. And according to fav? It’s the best they’ve ever been.

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Sorry if this is a silly question - what does the "follow for more "soft" capitalism" tag mean? I can't figure out what the prompts tagged with it have in common!

It’s not silly at all! It’s the tag for work related prompts (*^▽^*) 

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Imagine person A of your OTP walking in on person B with a pillow stuffed up their shirt, admiring themself in the mirror. B is embarrassed at first, but eventually confesses that they’ve had fantasies about gaining weight for a while now, and they kept it a secret because they were afraid A would get freaked out. A, however, is instantly smitten with the thought of a softer, pudgier B, and says they’d be thrilled to help make B’s fantasies a reality.

Bonus: A makes a dash for the kitchen and comes back with armfuls of sweets and treats to stuff B with right then and there.

EXTRA bonus: after the stuffing, A rubs B’s belly until B drifts off to sleep in a food coma. Then, A makes dinner reservations for later that night at a restaurant notorious for serving the richest food in town.

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Imagine A, the feeder, and B, the feedee, of your OTP, have been playing around with feedism for the last few months, but they haven’t told any of their friends. One day the whole gang goes out to a restaurant together and A and B spend the whole evening trying out ways to slip past their friends’ radars: B will explain the huge portions of food they’re ordering by saying they didn’t get to have lunch, A will whisper encouragements for B to clean their plate low enough so the others can’t hear, B will do their best to stifle their grunts of sensual pleasure from being stuffed to their limit, A will gently give B’s arm a squeeze to feel how much plumper they’ve gotten lately because they can’t very well go in for the belly grab in front of all these people. Later on that night, when A and B are alone, they contemplate telling their friends the truth, but they’re both excited by the thrill that comes with sneaking around in plain sight like they’ve been doing–they’ll give it a few more weeks.

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Imagine your favourite character getting a job at a donut shop that makes incredibly delicious baked goods. They’re delighted to find whatever donuts don’t come out “perfect” during the day are free for the employees to eat, as well as whatever donuts are left over at closing and wouldn’t be fresh the next day. At first they’re a little hesitant about making a pig of themselves at work - but the donuts are too good to resist, and their coworkers encourage them to eat as much as they like. Before long, they’ve completely let their appetite go and inevitably have a stuffed, round belly when they leave work.

They find there’s something unexpectedly exciting about being full, their coworkers commenting and joking about how much they’re eating, and the extra weight that’s quickly appearing. On days off, they find themselves ordering a couple of pizzas or a few boxes of takeout, stuffing themselves with  as much food as they can, and resting on the couch  rubbing and admiring their big growing belly.