body inflation, fantasy/rapid weight gain/transformation, feeding, force feeding, padded/stuffed clothing, stuffing, bloating, fat hucow, and pretty much any fantasy that has to do with getting bigger. I especially like blueberry and spherical inflation, humiliation, bondage, rolling, and anything with immobility and near immobility. also general NSFW and random thoughts mixed in.
sometimes irl I do bloating, stuffing, and padding / fat suits, and lots of fantasy inflation/weight gain. I'm a feedee/maintainer, occasional feeder, and general fat admirer.
🔵 starting weight: 143.0 lbs - 64.7
🔵 current weight: 191.2 lbs - 86 kg
Today my hucow kink is going crazy. Wanna be tied to a sybian and milked until I can only associate the feeling of milking with pleasure. Wanna be made to wear a cute cow print outfit with my tits out and made to crawl and moo for someone. Wanna have my nipples sucked on and have someone fingering me while they suck. Wanna be made to only refer to my tits as udders and my nipples as teats. Wanna have my nipples stretched and large, unable to hide them without having to try. Wanna be the perfect little cow for someone.
Shady doctor that secretly makes sure you grow nice and fat thoughts
When you've finally gained enough that you're really noticing it and bring it up as a concern, they act all professional and get you to lay down on the bed I'm their office to properly examine you
It starts out normal, but slowly they start focusing on on your belly and other fattened parts, rubbing, squeezing and pinching them. They're murmuring to themselves about how nicely you're coming along and the levels of growth they expect you'll go through soon
Before you can raise an objection, they start rubbing your crotch, making you stifle a moan as it feels so good. You can't help but lean in to the touch and let them play with the body they designed for you, knowing full well that soon you'll be fattened putty in their hands as they grow you even bigger
i’m so incredibly down bad for medical-play in feedism. like, you wanna prescribe me a diet that’s even worse than the one i have now? only to force me on a treadmill and chastise me for how out of shape i’ve gotten?
it’s probably the doctor kink talking when i say i wanna feel those gloved hands wandering over my corpulent body, squeezing and prodding… the cold metal of the stethoscope making me jump, maybe even making my heart flutter. would they catch that? tease me for that, too? for making such a mess of my poor cardiovascular system just because i value the fullness of my stomach more? 😵💫 don’t get me started on that damn caliper…
cw // dumbification , mindbreak (?), dystopian (?) + disclaimer under the cut!!!
dumbification is one of my favorite things ever. and while it kind of goes against the whole concept, getting creative with it is part of what makes it so appealing to me.
sure, you’ve got the standard sexualized goon-brain dumbification, then the offshoots of that based on whatever fetish, but what about the mundane things? hell, even the controversial things?
yes, your goal is to rot your brain…
so why aren’t you full sending it?
download some shitty mobile games. the ones with the bright colors and the nice sounds that require zero brain power. when playing the games or even just browsing the web, click on the ads that show you food; train your algorithm to recognize just how much of a pig you are. you’re always hungry for more. since cookies are so delicious, you’ll want to accept all of them. let your algorithm decide what you eat, and you’ll be eating a lot. it’s too hard to decide for yourself what you want anyways, especially with how your cravings change on a dime each time you’re distracted by another ad.
podcasts and shows that make you think are so overrated. ditch the podcasts altogether, that’s only using one of your senses, anyways. the more sensory input, the more dopamine. start watching slop. let those algorithms decide what you should watch, too. they’ll generate the most perfect, mouth watering and vulgar slop for you to have on in the background while you pig out. let those bright colors seep into your brain, entertained but not engaged. the more screens the better. the more food the better. the more dopamine triggers you can engrave into your daily routine, the better. it makes you feel good, after all. that’s all that should matter to you.
who cares if your carbon footprint is more like a carbon canyon? you’re much too dependent on your greasy, overly processed food to think twice about ordering delivery, much less think once about anything. you can just crank the air conditioning up when it gets too hot. and maybe order a milkshake, or down a pint of ice cream in one go. oh, but those ads for that fast food chain look so good… you’ll just have to make up for that hot deep fried junk food by eating two pints instead.
you know you want to; you don’t know any better.
disclaimer: this is purely in the realm of fantasy. we all have a duty to our planet. i do not support the use of generative AI, nor do i condone the excessive and unnecessary use of other technologies that contribute to climate change.
there isn’t enough stuckage content in the feedist sphere for my liking. it’s such an underrated trope and im DESPERATE for more of it.
i need more of you (us) fatties wedged in places you used to be able to squeeze through; turnstiles, doorframes, parked cars, narrow stairwells, all of it. i need you to get pinned in place by the steering wheel because you ate through your drive-thru order before you got home and had to turn around for seconds.
more of you need to pull a taft and get stuck in the bathtub. so excited to take a bath, only to overflow it with your fat, too weak and pudgy and helpless to squeeze back out. just whine and reach for the snacks you prepared beforehand.
or get so fat that your hips catch on doorways. fuck, please do that, actually. if you weren’t so out of shape i’d make you bend over like that, right then and there, and have my way with you. and when you get stuck going through sideways, an inevitability with how your greed overtakes you, i want you to grind against the doorframe, against your stomach, whining and begging for me to help free you. ill only really help you if you cum like that and/or your legs give out.
i’m not too strong, so i can’t necessarily help tug you out when you get stuck somewhere you’re not fit to fit in. but i can feed you and pamper you and make sure you’re as comfy as you can be while the stronger volunteers (of which there are plenty) do the heavy lifting (ba dum tss).
waddling is such a hot concept to me… like… you got so fat that you can’t even walk properly, let alone run or even walk quickly. no, you’re stuck struggling to even lift your feet with all that heft pulling you down and that pesky belly getting in the way. your thick thighs chafing and tugging at each other as you break a sweat doing something most people wouldn’t think twice about. with all that effort, your breathing’s labored to the point where you’re moreso snorting and wheezing than breathing properly.
…but this is all to be expected.
when you eat like a pig, you end up like one, too.
i'm aware i run a kink blog i just hope it's clear i also enjoy fat stuff for body positive, non-fetish reasons right? i'm paranoid but i hope that's like, clear
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.
Me reclining back on the couch with a vibrator between my legs while a feeder pours melted ice cream down my throat. I get to be fattened while I lazily cum and they get to watch every inch of me jiggle knowing that they are making me worse
