hi all!! my follower count almost tripled overnight so i figured i owe you all a little intro post (it ended up being a little long, sorry)! 💕💕
i’m laura, a 21yo ffa/feeder. i’ve been into feedism for a while, and i really like writing stories and such! i do write mostly about men, but i’m bi! :) i love girls too 🙂↕️💕 (pls message me fat girls ily)
my fa kink jars! :)
because this is a kink blog, please be 18+ to interact! if you’re under 18 and you interact with my stuff or try to message me, i will block you.
tags
laur.writing -- longer pieces of my own writing
laur.shorts -- for shorter pieces, mostly teasing/encouragement
laur.rb -- reblogs, might be further tagged with #art or #writing
laur.answers -- asks!
laur.thoughts -- thoughts and other miscellaneous posts (unused so far)
more on the topic of messaging:
i like messages! i like asks, i like comments telling me i’ve inspired you to stuff your fat face, i love all of it. feel free to message me and send asks!! i like hearing from you, even if i’m not able to respond.
some things to keep in mind if we’re chatting please
i’m a student, and i get busy! please dont expect me to respond to you right away.
i will not send photos of myself, nor will i move to any other apps or make plans to meet in person, so please don’t ask.
i like to praise, tease, and encourage, but i am not looking to be someone’s dedicated feeder right now, or to provide for anyone financially.
i do feel a little awkward putting down all these rules, but i really enjoy this kink and i want to continue being comfortable here 💕 if you have questions, send me an ask!
p.s.: i’ve been working on a little story, so expect updates on that pretty soon 🙂↕️. it will be a little different than what i’ve posted so far, but i’m having a lot of fun with it and i hope you guys like it too (here for more info on that)
been thinking about someone's fat husband recently 💕💕
"it's not even worth going in," he whines. he had collapsed on the couch immediately after coming in the door, now half out of breath and working with chubby fingers to free his gut from his tightly stretched buttonup and work pants. his spouse comes over, carrying a beer and his first plate of the night. "thank god, i'm starving."
they immediately finish unbuttoning his clothes for him and work on rubbing his gut. it's already swollen--he must have stopped for food on the way home.
"i'm so sorry, honey," they coo, pushing back his hair and planting a kiss on his cheek as he starts inhaling the food like a starving man. "it's okay. you're home now, big boy."
he lets out a groan. "fuck, this is so good." his spouse giggles in response, continuing to rub his fat.
"i'm glad you like it. i'm so glad you're home. i made lots of treats for--"
he doesn't hear them. "it's not even worth going in to the office. i hate it," he complains between bites and labored breaths. "every time i do, they just comment on how big i've gotten. they call me fat. can you believe it?" he lets out a quick belch, and his body jiggles. "sure, i've gained a few pounds. but i'm a married man now. it's not like there's anyone i'm trying to impress." he reaches around and grabs his gut, lifts it and lets it fall back onto his lap. he pats it once before continuing. "and it's such a chore. i'm tired by the time i get there, and then i'm so hungry all day long i can barely get anything done." he pushes the now empty plate towards his partner. "i'm still hungry." he turns on the tv.
"of course. i'll get you another plate." when they return with a plate piled higher than the first, they sit down beside him and resume rubbing his gut. "poor boy," they lay their head on it, looking up at him, watching as he shovels food past his thick double chin. "you shouldn't have to work so hard."
"i know. thank god i have a husband/wife who knows how to treat their man. something nice to return to."
his partner smiles up at him. at their man. big and thick and needy. growing fat off of their cooking, addicted to their attention.
poor boy. it's so unfair.
they'll make him feel better, though. they always do.
Boyfriend moves in with his partner when he’s fit and handsome. But as the relationship continues and the happy weight starts, increases, he is enabled into a fatter and whinier version of himself. More domesticated. He becomes spoiled enough to think of food cravings as necessities by his doting partner.
I imagine him sat on the couch, growing belly over the waistband of his shorts and his tank top resting on the top of it, a hand on his stomach.
He calls out, as he usually does. That elongated baaaaabe – so whiny and desperate. So hungry, even if his stomach isn’t really empty.
“What is it, love? What do you need?” his partner asks, sitting next to him and squeezing his arm supportively.
“Can you get be some ice cream, babe? It’s hot. I need something sweet during the commercials.”
“Of course. You should have told me you were getting hot.” They kiss his cheek and rub his belly.
He ends up making through the whole pint, all past inhibitions completely gone.
His partner hasn’t said anything. In fact they like looking after him. So this is perfect, isn’t it? Kissing away a couple of dress sizes isn’t that much of a price to pay for that.
He’s on top, tiring quickly, as his thrusts become more laboured. His eyes reveal that he won’t make it, but the desire still surges stronly through him as his hips begin to slow. You know he can’t hold himself above you much longer. His weight is pleasurably suffocating you. You couldn’t escape, even if you tried. You wrap your arms around him for purchase, to help him out, but it’s no use. He’s grown too big, too heavy, too fat. And he’s bigger than ever before. You bite your lip in ecstasy, trying to hold on, trying not to erupt too soon. His appetite has finally got the better of him. He’s now succumbed fully to your charms. But it’s the first time he’s completely failed to finish like this. You always knew this day would come - the way he ate. And as you delight at a new milestone reached, he grinds to a standstill above you, his full weight now crushing you, as his fattened body slows to a stop. You kiss him sweetly on the cheek, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you whisper reassuringly in his ear as you stroke his hair. “Don’t worry about it, just roll over for me and I’ll take things from here.” Once freed, you straddle him. It shocks you how wide your thighs now have to part to contain him, when you remember how slim he was when he first met you. After pushing his belly upwards and lowering yourself onto him, you begin to rock your hips gently, feeling your gyrations echoed by his girth. You reach for the full pack of cookies you’ve kept religiously by the bedside for weeks and open it. You take the first and hover it temptingly by his mouth. You quicken your thrusts by way of temptation, as your other hand claws wildly at his softened chest. Unable to resist you, he takes a voracious bite of the fattening treat in your hand. He’s such a glutton. He’s never full, never satisfied, never fat enough, and always wanting more. You smile sweetly, but you can’t resist your darker thoughts. “Well at least you’re still good for something!” you giggle disdainfully, as you move your free hand lower to slap his generously plump belly until it glows. His fattened cheeks flush a deep, dark chrimson. It’s so sweet when he gets embarrassed like this. He knows that you love it, and so does he. But what he doesn’t yet know is that - if you can contain yourself right now - he won’t be allowed his big finish tonight, unless all his cookies are finished too.
Two best friends (a boy and a girl, friends for many years, about 21/22 fresh out of college) are looking for a place to live but are a bit strapped for cash. Eventually they find a nice place that they certainly wouldn’t have been able to afford, if not for the woman renting the rooms in the main upstairs.
She herself was using the extension above the garage, the downstairs was a common area for the three of them, and at the top of the stairs was a small square of space between two opposite facing doors with separate facing keys. One was the way to the garage extension and down to the basement, and the other was the main upstairs, which consisted of two rooms and a bathroom.
They figured that this older woman – they’ve barely see her beyond paying rent, right? They’d stick to themselves in their joint upstairs and that would be that. Wrong.
The woman has a black cat that has free roam of the house, so she’d prefer it if the cat flap on the door leading to their bedrooms would remain unlocked. The cat had a cage that was way too big for it and seemed unused in the living room. It was more like a dog cage.
Additionally, the woman said that she intended on making every single one of their meals, because she enjoys the activity of it.
The two of them agree, naturally. A great house for a low rent, never needing to cook for themselves, and a lovely landlady? Count them in.
The changes start with the first breakfast.
Plates are piled high with eggs, bacon sandwiches, fat sausages, tomatoes, beans, syrupy waffles, fried bread, cheesy bagels. All the breakfast foods you could name were present. Upon the first bite, they’re paying compliments to the chef immediately.
The food is extraordinarily addicting. They find themselves expectant for the next meal, craving treats and snacks between them. They still haven’t found full-time jobs yet, each only working part-time, so the rent is lowered to accommodate.
When they start to outgrow their clothes, the landlady says that it must be all her fault, and offers to replace them. Stockings, short-shorts, cropped hoodies, fishnets, garter straps, necklaces, crop tops, etc, all things she figures “young people these days like.”
The two continue to get softer. The boy’s hair grows out with some maintenance trims from the landlady, and his hips start to get wider.
The two spend any of their time at work wanting to be home with the witch their landlady, craving their next meal like it’ll kill them if they don’t get it. They tide themselves over with fast food on their breaks, but it’s never quite enough.
The witch landlady grows more affectionate. Soon, she’s kissing them to send them off to work and kissing them as she sets down their mealtime feasts.
The two contrast perfectly. What the boy lacks in an ample chest he makes up for with doughy thighs and a thick ass, and the opposite is said for the girl. Both have impressive thighs and overhanging bellies, soft and hungry, as they sit side by side on the two seater taking up all the space, receiving their treats or rotting their brains on video games or hypnosis tapes their witch links them up to.
They start connecting food to pleasure, self-inflicted or from their witch. When the witch isn’t around, the two use each other. Struggling past each other’s greedy, pliant bellies, rushing to the door like puppies when their witch sends them an order of fast food and sweet treats to keep themselves satisfied.
They continue to grow fast, as puppies do. Softer, fatter, hungrier, needier.
The boy’s weight starts to plateau while the girl troops onwards. One evening, he doesn’t finish all of the food laid out for him, too full for anymore. He expects praise for still doing well, but instead the witch presents a new element to this living arrangement: the cage. So he can learn to be grateful for his food again.
Sheepishly, the boy waddles his way over to the cage and uses it to support his weight onto all fours. His knees hurt, thighs tremble, and his struggling shorts leave nothing to the imagination.
He tries getting in the cage. His shoulders have no issue, but his ass gets stuck. Not wedged, because it won’t even make it past.
Such a fat ass, that it can’t even make it through the entrance of a dog cage.
I love when fatties become insatiable. Sure, you’ve already turned yourself into a fat, jiggling mess - your belly hangs out of all your clothes, you’re constantly bloated from how frequently you stuff yourself, you’ve become unrecognizable from all the fat you’ve packed on. But that’s not enough for you. You can’t help but think about how much fatter you’re going to make yourself. About how much lower your belly will hang, how many more clothes your fattening body will destroy, how horny you’ll get from being even fatter than you already are. You want so much more, don’t you?
One feeder. Two feedees. Feeder holds up food, the two feedees kinda fight over who get the food first.
Bonus points if the two feedees are respectively massive attention whores and fight for attention elsewhere like first dibs on belly rubs and getting off.
Ugh. That’s one spoiled feeder. Whoever that is, I’m jealous.
you always have the best ideas tbh
i’ve never really thought much about the idea of having 2 feedees competing in this way, but i think it could be really fun in general
especially if there’s a bit of a size difference (maybe they started out as two feeders and a feedee.. idk). having little competitions between them
the feeder cooking them both a mountain of food to finish, and announcing that they will go down on whoever finishes first. and the other one will just have to watch—and probably desperately rub their thighs together, wishing it was them. these kinds of competitions might be unfair to the smaller of the two if they start with a smaller capacity, but i imagine that it would just be fuel for a pretty intense gain for them. stuffing themselves in secret to try to catch up and gain their feeder’s attention.
not all of the competitions would be eating based, though. some would be physical; imagine them doing push-ups or sit ups, desperately trying to lift their fat bodies off the ground, panting and struggling, all for the approval of their feeder. they’d both be rewarded with thousands of calories for their hard effort, of course. it’s fun to tease them and watch them struggle, but the feeder takes taking care of them very seriously. any calories lost will be made up for, and any aching muscles will be tended to (the winner first though).
obviously their feeder would give them both attention, but like you said, just an equal amount of attention wouldn’t be enough for them. just as they are with food, they’d be virtually insatiable. they’d both be vying for as much attention as possible, and that would probably look like eating themselves stupid every chance they get.
i think the feeder would keep a record of their progress: what they eat + daily calorie totals, how quickly they outgrow clothes, any new physical changes, stretch marks, etc. (feel free to add to or go off of this)
i wonder if they would also be into each other’s gain, or if it would be more strictly competition for them? probably a mix of both i would think, but i bet nothing would top the feeling of satisfaction they’d get from “beating” the other (whether in a weigh-in or a challenge) and reaping the rewards
so yes, the feeder would be spoiled, but i’d like to think they’d take their role very seriously. i am jealous as well, though 🙂↕️ what a life
i mean yeah, he’s only kinda blown himself up into a massive pig. just a little bit.
370 and counting isn’t that fat. i’m sure he could stop whenever he wants to, really. even though he spends nearly every waking second eating and is constantly out of breath from how unhealthy he’s made himself.
really, when you think about it, all of this is reversible. sure, it’s all he thinks about all the time, and any other attempts he has made to cut down have been unsuccessful, but if he really tried i’m sure he could do it. probably. so really, there’s no harm in him fully giving in and enjoying every pound of lard he packs onto his already massive frame.
keep pigging out, fatty 😘😘 enjoy every second of it.
idk i don’t think my life will be complete until i get to cuddle with 250+ lb fatty. like imagining lying next to that,, fuck. it’s enough to make a girl melt
Male feedee whose partner says things like “such a good man”, “that’s my man”, “what a man” when he does things like pack his gut full of food (home cooking or fast food), finishes off their leftovers with a gallant effort, rub his own belly to coax out red-cheeked burps if necessary, sit his ass on the couch for hours and hours to watch TV and recieve food from his partner, struggle to get out of bed with such a big gut in the way…
garbage disposal ass boyfriend who you can always give your food to when you can't finish it and he's so polite he doesn't turn down even a full plate of stuff so he ends up with quite the round and taut belly but he knows it was worth it for the rubs at home
