Indulging in something unindulgeable

Diary

[canvaswithoutstars]

sleeping in hammock w/ f/o…………. :^)

[spamtorture]

five scubsiber epeical!: making him eat a fetus on piles of dirty laudnry My cat just bit me also i had to cut his mouth open more for this so now he has a #longmouth #HisLongMouth

[not-yours-to-love]

As far as you can remember, you've always been with F/O. They've always been in your life, always providing for you, always kind to you. The only thing they ask of you is to never leave home. That's easy!

And one day online you find a missing person report looking for... you? Your family and friends are worried? What family and friends? You've only ever had F/O, right? F/O is the only person in your life, right?

[jabonar]

Something something. Overworld Flowery can't control his expressions. So you've got to ruin him in front of a mirror. He's got to know what he looks like.

Oh my god you have such a huge brain anon

Nsfw Flowery x Reader mirror shenanigans under cut

The mirror was an impulse buy. A hefty, full-length wooden frame carved to look like curling vines. The mirror itself didn't have that mirror finish, some scuffs and marks littering the surface. But you hardly had the room to complain when it was sold to you for seven bucks at the town garage sale. It was a solid addition to the bedroom, hung on the wall to the right of the bed.

"Look at you. Taking my cock so well." You peck a light kiss on his shoulder, gaze firm on that same mirror.

It reflects Flowery on his knees on the upholstery, gripping hard onto the backrest. His eyes are slit open, barely a sliver of gold underneath heavy eyelids. You squeeze his cheeks together from underneath his jaw, prying his mouth to open wider. Sap like saliva drips past his lips.

"Can you see how pretty you look?" You whisper right against the shell of his ear, and he shivers. A hard thrust has him squeezing his eyes shut, a slurred moan drawn out. You click your tongue. "Keep them open. Don't take your eyes off the mirror for even a second."

Flowery forces his eyelids up without a moment's notice.

"Good boy." The two words award you with a full-body tremor.

You flash him an innocent smile from the mirror before you dig your nails into his waist and forego all patience. Flowery chokes on a gasp. You rail into him, dragging his body onto you like a doll.

His brows contort, knitting into each other. His face flushes into a deeper verdant green. A soft tongue pokes out of his lips, wet noises punched out of him with each harsh piston of your hips. All the while his gaze remains glued onto his fucked-out expression.

"You see it now?" you say, husky. Sweat drips down your chin and onto the curve of his back. "That's the view you always give me. Beautiful, isn't it?"

Your praise has him keening high. With three ragged breaths, his dick visibly twitches, prematurely shooting out cum that stains the mirror in blotches. Cute, but you're not done with him yet.

Tears gather on his lashes when you don't stop pounding him. He cries, spasming under your grasp, muscles strained in a desperate attempt to keep himself still for you. But he can't quell it fully, limbs jerking from the overstimulation. But somehow, stubbornly, he keeps his eyes open through it all, tears breaching past and cascading down his cheeks.

He watches himself get used, watches his face crumble with his body, pushed and pulled without given thought as if he were just a simple onahole. And it's exactly that that has him gasping for air as he cums a second time, weaker now, mere drops out of his flaccid dick.

You grit your teeth, unloading inside of him as his walls flutter from his second orgasm.

[jabonar]

Flowery totally buffs himself into the perfect wet dream while inside the dark world. He probably makes up a Spice stat or something and maxxes it out

He's always loose enough never to need prep, wet enough never to need lube, but somehow still pronographically tight. And he knows about his Perfect Body, so he has the utmost confidence to back it up

But he might need some help with his technique. Stats can only make up for so much

[jabonar]

So imagine you bring him out of that dark world where he's got none of those buffs and stats

He straddles your lap as he's prone to do, teasing you between his cheeks before sinking onto you except—

It won't... go in?

His confident and nonchalant facade is broken. His eyes mouth falls open, and he tries again. In vain.

You have him lay down so you can finger him open. You expected it to be different here, but you hadn't expected it to be this different. Perhaps his stats have bolstered his tolerance for pleasure, or he had simply been unconsciously stifling it so as to maintain his Princely visage. But when you curl your fingers to stroke his prostate, his eyes go wide and his entire body jolts. Entranced, you don't let up. You keep hitting that same spot.

Try as he might, Flowery could do nothing to smother the noises both of you can't believe are pouring out of those lips. And he does try, covering his mouth with a hand too slack to muffle anything at all. His golden flesh is rendered entirely pink, flushed from cheek to chest. He's panting like a dog. The building knot under his abdomen has him itching to beg.

When you're finally inside of him, he's thankful that you stay still for a moment. He's never felt so full. Your size hasn't changed, neither has he, but it had always been easy to take you. Penetration was merely part of the process to your satisfaction, but like this, it feels more as if he was being cleaved open, as if you were making space for yourself by rearranging his guts.

And when he finally adjusts and tells you to move, he genuinely sees stars. All of his thoughts are wiped, replaced to a repeating mantra of you. He doesn't even remember to cover his mouth like he did previously, hands too busy clawing at the sheets and at your shoulders for a semblance of reason—and that's what's most astounding, if he had the mental facilities to realize. He's hurting you, digging nail into skin and scratching, clawing. Too lost in the pleasure to notice at all.

He falls apart, and there's nothing he can do to stop it. He doesn't want it to stop in the first place.

His words break down to broken moans and babbles of your name. He pulls you in closer, arms bearing around your neck, legs wrapping tightly around your hips. If he were to break into pieces like this, he wants you to be the one to cradle the fragments and piece him back together.

[a5tr0n0m1cal]

flowery request...... flowery imagines with easily flustered reader....he'd probably be absolutely thriving with an someone who gets flustered easily I wanna shake him so badly oh my god

RAAAAA ME TOO. chucks him into the sun. But anyways

- Unfortunately, I feel like he EATS it up everytime. I can just see him loving having easily flustered ppl around in general.

- Mr. Button pusher over here.

- He reads people so well too!! I feel like he easily picks up when you’re antsy or nervous around him. He immediately just starts sticking around you like a (GLUE!) moth to a flame.

- He means well by it all too which is even more infuriating. Your hearts pounding, face red, and he’s just leaning thaaaat but closer. Inching justttttt a smidge closer. Enough to drive you crazy. What’s that? Hmmmm? Type energy.

- if you’re a avoider, he’s ALWAYS finding you. Mysterious winds blowing away your hiding spots. Walking out from behind the nearest conveniently placed lamppost. Somehow already in hidden away spots you’re planning to skedaddle to. “Funny seeing you here” sorta vibes.

- If you’re the stuttering type I feel like he’s just smile at you with his stupid pretty face and wait patiently for you to continue, but you CANT because he’s stroking your knuckles or the back of your hand with his thumb. Since when did he take your hand?! And your hands just trapped because he’s using both of his to hold yours.

- Speaking of hands I feel like he’s do a lot of touching. You keep stumbling over your own feet around him so he should obviously be a gentleman and take your hand in his to steady you. Snake his arm to lock with yours. Lightly brush his hand against your lower back. Arm around the shoulder. Maybe even put a hand on your waist if he feels like it’s right 😳

- definitely does the lifting chin thing constantly if you’re the person that hides in themselves. Weather ur retreating to hide your expression under your hair, avoiding eye contact, turning away slightly. He *knows*. And geeeeennntly pulls your attention back to him. Would do it in such an assuring supportive way, but he knows what he’s doing. He’s so smug about it too. Will deny any accusations thrown his way. (THE EYE CONTACT)

- I just feel like he’d do a lot of turning stuff back on you if you question him about it. A lot of his teasing is just him trying to get you to *say* what you’re thinking. In very!!!!! Infuriating!!! Ways!!!

[inksplatteredpaper]

I 100% believe flowery is one of those people that will annoy the hell out of you if you are mad at him and giving him the silent treatment.

Your favorite cup you use in the dark world every time you visit? Yeah, it's on the top shelf in the very back. Guess you have to ask your tall, handsome boyfriend, who you just so happen to be giving the silent treatment to, to get it for you.

It's suddenly really cold in the flower castle? Flowery has heard that cuddling can help beat the cold. All you have to do is say the words.

Moral of the story is this flower will quite literally find any way to inconvenience you just for you to talk to him again. He is a fiend,and he will do all this and more with no remorse.

[quietcannibal]

i need to be sliced open. i need to be gutted. i need someone to fuck the wounds. hold my face and coo at me. i won't understand you. i'll be bleeding out, right on the cusp of unconsciousness. tell me how pretty i look like this. pale and shaking. eyes rolling into the back of my head from a mix of pleasure and the sweet embrace of death. come inside as i take my last breath.

[tboygorelover]

if someone pressed a cold hard revolver against my forehead i would probably lean in and moan

[sh1ftra2o]

need to choke them out while fucking into them until they pass out, and keep violating their limp body wringing out desperate squirts as if their pretty corpse was made to be my perfect fucktoy and their consciousness doesn't even matter

[surajraja]

Slitting each others wrist and letting the blood mix into a red wine concoction. We both take small sips until it’s gone. And then we hurt while we make out and the blood runs down our arms, making a right mess everywhere.

[npd-confessions]

I get burned out very rarely. When I do, however, I feel like a failure. That makes me even more burned out. After all, I am supposed to be great. I AM great. So why cannot I make myself do anything? Why am I so tired? I am never tired. I am always fresh and ready to roll. Yet these last few days, the eyebags under my eyes have been saying otherwise.

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[npd-confessions]

I get burned out very rarely. When I do, however, I feel like a failure. That makes me even more burned out. After all, I am supposed to be great. I AM great. So why cannot I make myself do anything? Why am I so tired? I am never tired. I am always fresh and ready to roll. Yet these last few days, the eyebags under my eyes have been saying otherwise.

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[stronglyloudbasilisk]

I have prepared my dream (and probably unrealistic) time line for a feedee

Starting at the day then move in

First 6 months

All prior commitments will be cancelled (work, schooling, ect)

All social medial accounts that don't revolve around feedisum will be blanked out

There will be a push to sign you up for every available feedist community (more extreme the better

Daily calorie intake will sit around the 4000cal mark

Next 6 months

Contact with anyone not completely in support of your goal of immobility will be broken

You will have regular posts about your gains on any and all available feedist platforms

Any content that does not revolve around obesity and weight gain will be banned

An expected gain of 40-60lbs a year

First year

Trips from the house will be limited

Decreasing step limits will be applied

Most media will be replaced with feedist porn

10000cal minimum per day

1 funnel feeding per day

Increase rate of post of feedist content

Second year

Leaving the house will be disallowed

Trips from bed or couche will be severely limited

15000+ cal minimum per day

3 funnel feeding per day

Clothes will be disallowed

Only consumable content will be extreme feedist porn

Any communication on social media will be limited to extreme feeders and other pro death feedist feedees

Expected 100+ lbs per year gain

Third year

Any movement beyond 3 steps must be done by scooter or wheelchair

Minimum 4h of viewing extreme feedist porn per day

25000cal+ per day

Tube feeding is standard aside from the occasional food "treat"

Must spend 4+ hours a day tube feeding

Forth year

Involuntary immobility, you will be confined to bed regardless of current mobility status

35000+ Cal per day minimum, to be consumed primarily as fats and sugars cut with only a minimum of nutrition supplement

Every hour from wakeup to sleep will involve tube feeding and a constant stream of the most extreme feedist porn

Sleep will be deferred if calorie goal has not been met

Fifth year

24/7 live stream of you're immobile fourm

50000 cal minimum

All windows blocked, all clocks removed, no indicators of date or time

Feeding tube lives in your mouth

Diet is mostly fats

Sixth plus years (don't expect to survive this long)

No contact with outside world, other feedist included

24/7 feedist hypno playing for you

Feeding tube size increased and feed slop made even less healthy and even more fattening

Start of year calorie goal of 100000+ an additional 1000 a week to be added to the minimum every week for the rest of your life

Six years and I plan on taking you from a normal healthy person to the perfect feedee, no thought, no life, just growing, growing GROWING, all that matters is growing all that matters is more all that matters is your life cut short by obesity

[auxfeed]

Searched for this timeline to finally reblog it. So great written. 🐖 C'mon you piggies, give in and find yourself an extreme feeder. Let's see who makes it the furthest... 😈📈📆

[fatluvuhh]

being a fat neet slob that leeches off of their parents money, cooped up in their room all day and pissing in 2 liter bottles of mountain dew just to not have to get up out of bed or their gaming chair and piss in the toilet. piss being a yellow with a tinge of orange. segway to moving in with a feeder that can fatten you up and one that actually knows how to insert/install a catheter into your bladder so you don't even have to do the work of pissing into bottles via searching for an increasingly buried dick while reaching over your gut and trying to put the lid of the bottle right within the stream... now it just trickles into a massive bag, and without having to worry about "bladder control" you never actually get the feeling of needing to urinate ever again for the rest of your shortening life. with the bag full of piss a dark-amber color it's just a sign of how hard your kidneys are working to keep up with all that extra waste streaming through your body! besides, you're glugging down so much soda and ice cream in a day anyways, how could such insanely dark urine be a sign of you being *dehydrated*? then again no matter how much you drink you always seem to be really damn thirsty... always having a parched mouth. always having this nasty taste in your mouth that you need to wash down if there's not some sweet drink or food to taste that clears it out. I wish people who are into health issues knew there were more organs in your body beyond your heart. especially those that are heavily affected particularly by gains that you can see as milestones beyond a BMI of 60. make those kidneys of yours work hard as fuck to reach your goals!!

[oozegutz]

Character who begins to look, sound, and act like a literal pig the fatter they get. Their feederism journey started about where you'd expect; More snacks, more food, less exercise, all the standard stuff to pack the weight on. But some things started to change.

Meals started to get less organized. What used to be maybe a heavy breakfast from McDonald's, a big lunch from Five Guys, some pizzas and beers for dinner, turned into piles of whatever junk they could find. Nothing but empty calories, from fast food to stick and balls of pure butter, eaten whenever throughout the day, until soon enough they decided "Why the effort," rooting through their fridge and stuffing their chubby-cheeked face with slop.

The bigger they got, the gassier and gassier, like each pound just served to make more room for every burp and fart to build up. Their burps started to get shorter, though- Short, deep, and constant, until it started to sound more like a snort than a belch, rumbling up through their throat and deepened by their fat neck.

Even when they're not burping through mouthfuls of junk, they're snorting just fine on their own. What used to be laden groans had become grunts, and what used to be moans of pleasure from the relief of a rumble of built-up gas escaping their hefty rear? Now all they did was oink with greed before filling their stomach up even more. Soon enough, they barely go through the effort of talking when they can just oink and snort-- Leaves more time to stuff their face.

As their walk turns into a waddle, you can't help but notice- Had their nose always been so... Short? Flat and upturned, and with another snorting belch, it would actually sound less crazy to say they had a snout than it would a nose.

Soon enough, cleanliness becomes a thing of the past. All nice and fancy outfits hung out to dry in place in place of stretchy, dingy undergarments, wrappers and containers strewn about the home so you always know just how much they've gorged; The place has become a proper pigsty, and their couch, the messiest of all, has practically become their new home.

And them, weighed down by the hundreds of pounds they've ballooned with, letting out a bloated, snorting belch as their gut is slick with butter and sauce and oil... They look as happy as a pig in mud.

(@gainingbunnyy for inspiration!)

[tenacious-teasing]

One of the really fun things about talking to someone who isn't allowed to cum or touch without permission, is that you can do whatever you want

Tell them exactly how you're touching yourself and how good it feels

Describe every sensation. Share every thought

Tell them when you're close

Let them interact. Ask them to send you content they think you'd like. Tell them to choose how you should touch yourself next

I promise they'll be holding their phone six inches from their eyes, absolutely flushed with need as they await every response

If you have the perfect storm, you can blue-screen their subby little brain by saying "fuck I'm so close. If I keep going I'm gonna cum....do you think I should?"

Being so tuned in to your experience as you get yourself off, and being able to "give" you the permission they want sooo badly? It's better worse than actually being edged~

minors or no age in bio = blocked on sight