mica

23 | he/him | feedee 🇦🇺

[bimboolive]

My biggest dream is to be made totally dependent and addicted, I want to be so fucked and addicted to weed, food, edging, that I can barely function without someone to take care of me, I want to be so dependent that I dont have to think for myself and my brain starts slowing down and dumbing down, I want to be so dumb and high I can barely do basic maths... anyone wanna help me?

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

Its been said a million different times by a million different people more eloquent than me but I really don't just want to get fat, I want to be fattened. I need someone to look at me and decide that there should be more, for someone to grab at my softness and admire the fruits of their labor, to coo into my ear about how pretty I'm getting for them as they force another morsel between my lips.

I want to be able to look in the mirror and run my hands over every stretchmark, knowing that every new pound is a mark of their desire for me. To look up into their eyes and see that it's not enough, that they need even more as I swell past my wildest imaginations. I want to show them my devotion, my overwhelming need to eat and grow and bury myself in ever more lard all for them. I want to be someone's perfect little toy, softened up so nicely that everyone knows that they take care of me. More than anything, I need someone to make me theirs. To feed me and shape me to their whims, to layer me with soft and doughy affection. to show me just how pretty I am to them.

[feedernurse]

I am DESPERATE to bully a feedee to the point of tears to watch them eat there emotions away. Turn them into a sloppy shut in NEET desperate for my attention, because who else would look their way? Constant humiliation, berating and voyeurism to the point that they are too scared to step foot outside the house. This would only be the first step to shaping my feedee to my liking.

[slow-pokey-piggy]

Imagine sabotaging my workout by adding sugar and heavy cream to my protein shake and blending in weight gain/hunger/slob hypnosis audios into the songs in my gym playlist, and then having greasy fast food waiting for me at home 👀 imagine

[piggy-ame]

in the mood for someone to secretly get me super duper high and then feed me an absolutely disgusting amount of food and i’m just too fucking high to do anything else except eat and be the dumb mindless piggy i was meant to be.

[laaauraeve]

feed your addiction, piggy. submit to your desires

i want you bigger. lazier.

i want you hungrier. i want you going to bed each night stuffed, and waking up each morning a little softer and puffier than the day before. shirts fitting tighter, pants becoming harder to button.

i want you desperate. constantly craving, constantly thinking about eating and getting fatter. when you’re not eating, i want you thinking, fantasizing about it.

and when you do eat, i want you giving in to it completely. mindlessly swallowing thousands of calories, moaning as you eat. oinking when you’re finished. i want you losing track of yourself, focused solely on the taste of the food and the feeling of your gut filling up until it aches.

so helpless and pig-brained that it’s all you think about. all you desire. and maybe you’re dimly aware of the fact that you can’t stop. maybe part of you knows that your level of addiction is unhealthy, and that every stuffing just feeds into it more and more. that every time you get turned on by stuffing yourself, or by playing with your fat, or even just by observing the changes to your body as you gain, you push yourself deeper and deeper down the path of no return.

but any concern or self-awareness is far overshadowed by the pure pleasure you’re chasing. the pleasure of being overstuffed to the point of discomfort, of waking up bigger the next day. tighter clothes, and the feeling of soft fat as it clings your body. all of it just feels too good. you can’t help yourself. you can’t stop, and you don’t want to (though you and i both know that wanting to wouldn’t change anything).

i want your gluttony to consume you until it dictates every choice you make. i want you huge. hopelessly addicted. make yourself a symbol of gluttony, a cautionary tale to ordinary members of society.

i want you absolutely pathetic. live for gluttony. feed every desire. and eat up, piggy. 😘😘💕

[failgirldaughter]

i want to be someone's full time pet that they fatten obsessively just because they think it's hot/cute, but with no regard for my wellbeing. from the day they take me in my step count is reduced to the single digits per day, and my calorie count easily in the quintuple digits. infusing as much of my food as possible with THC, and practically all my fluids with alcohol. to keep me docile, stuffed, and confused 24/7. really dumb me down and make me feel like your animal. keep me unable to really process what you're doing to me through a thick fog of intoxication. show off your puppy's obscene gain to your friends. let them watch me pant and struggle as you make me follow your commands for a treat. lay me down and have them pet my massive belly to show off how soft i've been getting. repeat this cycle forever.

[makemewobble]

Anyone else fantasize of being forced to eat out of a trough?

Is that just me? Do I want to be face first into this metal silo cut open just to feed me enough to keep me quiet?

Wrists tied and bound to it to make sure I can’t get up or move away from it. Only cutting me loose when my belly is pushing down to the ground and I’m left panting and crying at the pain of being forced onto all fours

[queercoshon]

What if you got me so high I couldn't sit up and then just kept bringing me food to deal with my munchies for several hours until I can't physically swallow anymore and then I pass out and the next day you wake me up with a blunt and we do it all over again?

[peachy-ffa]

Something I adore seeing in the feedism space is the need to eat, I don't mean just the satisfaction of a basic human need, I don't even mean foodies who enjoy trying new things. I mean having to eat and overeat, sure they like the food and enjoy the taste, but their main focus is filling up their belly, fullness is nice for them, but that's never enough.

Being comfortably full is not their goal, satisfying their own hunger is barely anything, they need to feel stuffed to the brim. I mean whining and groaning, short breaths leaving their lips and their belly sticking out from all the food they've eaten.

It's the need they have to eat until they feel they're about to burst and barely able to stand up on their own. It's the unrestricted gluttony, not just overeating because something tastes that good, but rather eating with the intention of getting temporarily immobile from all the food they managed to cram inside their belly.

And if I'm honest, that takes a unique kind of dedication, makes me want to bring them even more food when they can no longer get it themselves, to feed them the last bites that will truly get them to their limit 💖

[bellyaz]

Weed intox in feedism is so sexy cause if you take just the right amount of you can really just eat until you fall asleep. You literally don’t even feel how much you’re straining your poor fat gut.

[southernappetite]

I want somebody to take control. I want to be surprised with food. I want to smell food cooking. I want to be fed. I want to forced to eat. I want somebody to always ask if I’m hungry.

I daydream about this all the time. Having a partner who wants nothing more than to see my weight increase week by week. I want you to make me fat and then tell me how my clothes are getting tight on me. I want to feel like someone’s trophy.

I want you to take me to a buffet and let me eat until I don’t want to get up anymore and then you start getting plates for me even if I say I’m full.

I want to go on a two week cruise with you and see what damage it does to my waistline. I want to take pics with you while you have your hand resting on my belly.

I need light fingertip rubs on my new stretch marks. I need to be the little spoon and get my belly held and squeezed all night.

[weightgainworld]

Let me be your stuffed toy

Please let me be your feedee. I have seen the way you treat your other subs; it's like they end up blowing up overnight. All those pictures of men and women with toned bodies and abs being covered by pounds of thick, jiggly fat are so hot to me. I always watched from afar cause I was worried that I wouldn't be able to stop myself once you got your controlling hands on me, but I can't hold back anymore. I keep thinking about how I was to eat my way through bags of fast food for you. I want to show you my belly and have you praise me for gaining 20 pounds a month. I want to be the best fatty you have seen by ruining all my clothes with spilling fat and a bloated gut. I want to see your sadistic smile while I hiccup and groan my way through your bulking plan of ice cream mixed with weight gain powder to leave me stuffed from breakfast to dinner. I can already feel my body begging to be used by you to make me your round ball of sexy flab. Run your beautiful nails through my crumb-covered fat folds while you kiss each of my chins. Make me wear clothes twice my size while you get rid of all my small and mediums. I don't need to think about anything but making these clothes tight for you. Let's cancel my gym membership together while you stuff my face with a celebratory 1k calorie cake. Can you imagine just how fucking big I am going to get by eating all this excess fatty and sugar without moving after work? Please let me show you how bad I want this. I promise to eat till I pop if it means I get to be your good little leftover container.

[natalieffa]

Don’t you want to be taken care of? I can take care of everything for you if you let me. I know eating feels good to you, & I know it’d feel even better to get high and binge. Take a few hits, or more than a few, and I’ll bring your food. You don’t need to worry yourself with what’s outside your reach, just relax and focus on the meal in front of you. You want more food? Just ask, I’ll make sure you get all the food you can eat. Don’t think you can eat another bite? Take more hits while I massage your aching belly, let’s make room. You’d look cute covered in sauces and crumbs, so don’t mind the mess you’ve made on yourself. I’ll clean you up when you fall asleep, and you can make another mess when you wake. You can be blissfully hedonistic and grow every day if you let me care for you.

[ijustlikethembigger]

This this this!

[fuckablegut]

Need 🐷

[feedyouimmobile360]

And you shall have by me

[abundantbelly]

Once again I am asking: who wants to kidnap me in a weirdly sweet way where I'm well looked after as long as I eat enough and I'm allowed to leave but only once I get so big that I couldn't cope alone

[sp96fat]

I can’t stop thinking about it anymore.

I want it so fucking bad. I need a feeder who doesn’t give a shit about limits, who sees how pathetic and greedy I already am and just… keeps pushing.

I want to be trapped under hundreds and hundreds of pounds of my own soft, useless blubber. I want my belly to sag so heavy it pins me to the bed, rolls cascading over rolls, sweat pooling in every deep crease while I wheeze just from existing. I want stretch marks like lightning bolts splitting across my skin, red and angry at first, then turning silver as proof of how much I’ve surrendered.

I want to feel the tube shoved down my throat when my jaw gets too tired, thick calorie sludge pumping straight into me 24/7—shakes so dense they feel like cement, heavy cream, melted ice cream, oil slicking everything. I want my body to forget what hunger even feels like because I’m never empty. Ever. Just constantly bloated, aching, leaking, my heart hammering against layers of fat like it’s trying to escape before it gives out.

I want my legs to fuse into useless pillows of cellulite, my arms too swollen to lift, my chins multiplying until I can barely turn my head. I want to be so immobile that the only movement is the jiggle when someone slaps my gut or forces another funnel session. I want my feeder’s hands sinking wrist-deep into my sides while they whisper how much prettier I’ll be when I’m closer to the edge, when every breath is a struggle, when my body is finally giving up exactly like I begged it to.

I’m already ruined for anything else. Normal life? Gone. Thin? Laughable. I don’t want escape. I want to sink deeper. I want to be their perfect, disgusting, dying pig—swollen, sweaty, horny and helpless, cumming from the pressure alone while my arteries clog and my organs drown in lard.

Please.

Make me so fat I can’t come back.

Make me so fat I stop breathing under my own weight.

I’m begging for it. I’m dripping just typing this.

I’m not leaving this path. I’m already too far gone. 🐷💦🍰

[bigger-and-rounder]

I fantasize a lot about perma-intox feedist scenarios. A feedee who’s ultimate fantasy is to turn off their brain completely by being high 24/7 and lying in bed stuffing their face all day. Finally getting a feeder who’s into the same thing and makes enough to allow them to turn into a weed-addicted pig who can’t even focus long enough to count the number of pizza slices they’ve eaten. Just constantly high, hungry and horny, gaining pounds by the hundreds each year until they’re near bed bound from complete inactivity, not aware of the date or time and just seeking out their next hit, their next meal, their next orgasm. Brain turning as soft as their body is while their loving feeder eagerly enables every moment of it, ensuring absolute comfort for their stupid, fat pet, baking weed into every dessert and ensuring their mouth is always full of food or a blunt. Permanent, endless indulgence and hedonism brought to life in the form of pillowy rolls and heavy stretch marks from years of nonstop eating, eyes bloodshot and underwear stained with the remnants of countless orgasms from rutting into their fat gut while their feeder uses their huge body to get off. God