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[this blog is nsfw, minors dni.] bi • switchy • ffa/feeder • general kinky bitch •in my 30s • questions/comments welcome via the "ask" feature but i do not have interest in chatting privately, if you message me using the messaging feature you will blocked • blogs that are blank or have stolen/uncredited content will also be blocked.

[sustancy]

[keep-eating-pig]

What to do if I haven't finished eating but my body wants me to stop? If it hurts to continue and my mouth is dry...

Mmm… this is the part you have to train yourself for. Body and mind, until you can keep eating even when every part of you is saying stop.

Push past that first full feeling. Keep going until your belly is tight and aching, until every breath presses against the swollen skin. Then pause. Lie back. Rub slow circles over that hard, heavy curve… feel how far you’ve already stretched it. Picture it softer, rounder, heavier next time. Feel how good it is to be this full, how much fatter you’re going to get from stuffing yourself like this. Touch yourself while you’re still packed, while the food sits heavy and warm inside you. Let that ache turn into heat. Let the discomfort melt into something filthy and good.

Learn to get off on being full. Learn to get off even when it hurts from eating too much. Train yourself to overeat.

Use whatever works for you—water, heavy cream, heavy food, whatever you want. It’s a choice. You won’t get it in one day, but do it every day. Build the habit of stuffing yourself and reward it with pleasure every time. Eat till it hurts, rest, goon, keep going, and repeat. Over and over, until the pleasure of being this full, this fat, is the only thing your body wants.

[laralimone]

Why is the term 'overfed' so incredibly hot?!

For me, it evokes such specific imagery; that of someone so painfully full, deliriously so, after having consumed far beyond their fill.

They're vulnerable, submissive. Bound where they lie by the contents of their engorged gut.

They're lethargic, moments away from drifting off, yet sleepily rubbing their doughy mound in an attempt to soothe the ache of their gluttony.

[willyoubemyfeedeegirl]

nothing puts me in a good mood like seeing you noticeably fatter. . . stretch marks climbing higher on your belly, double chin a little squishier, watching your belly hanging lower, tits bigger and bouncier, and just feeling softer, buried a little deeper in your jiggly wobbly overfed self I can't wait to see it happening

[fatleonkennedy]

if he's not a little scared about how fast he's gaining weight, is he even horny about it?

[growingellex]

fat girl asmr but it’s just me panting breath while we’re casually walking.

[evilfeederwitch]

My favorite sound 😍

[svgarpapi]

Concept: you masturbate in the backseat of my car all the way home while I watch through the rear view mirror, and then I fuck you against the nearest wall as soon as we walk inside.

[honeyjelli]

*buys something online*

wow it sure is good to have a reason to live again

[gastroerotic-deactivated2024092]

[softistdom]

i want to make you feel so good that you can't help but remember me every time you get off

[falstaff9000]

In the early days of our marriage I would ask my wife how big I would get as her feedee. She would always respond, “too big to escape me.” I figured she was joking and it was just something funny to say. But now that I’m nearly there I don’t think she was.

[nevver]

Faster miles an hour, Manuel Rumpf

[mournfulroses]

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Gordon Lameyer written c. 1953, featured in The Collected Letters

[jdoegainer]

Some days all I want from this fetish is to be manipulated into growing bigger than I planned. I love the feeling of losing control and feeling like weight gain is inevitable.

To have someone constantly plotting and planning behind my back all the ways they could influence my appetite and habits in order for me to fatten up for their pleasure... 😍

It could be anything from 'accidentally' ordering too much and guilting me into finishing an extra plate... or two or three with puppy dog eyes. Telling me that it would go to waste if I didn't finish it all.

Or spending the time to understand me and the kinds of food I could just eat mindlessly. Setting me up on the couch to play a game or watch a movie and constantly refilling the supply of snacks that they keep me surrounded by so I don't even notice how much I'm eating before it's too late.

Maybe Pavlov-ing me into expecting pleasure whenever I'm stuffed painfully full so as to re-wire my brain into enjoying food even more than I already do.

Perhaps cutting the size tags off my clothes and replacing them with larger sizes so I don't notice my clothes getting tighter on me. And when my belly sticks out so far that I can't even see the numbers on the scale anymore, keeping me in the dark about just how much I've grown.

Maybe even when they're honest with me about how they are fattening me up, hiding just how much of an influence they're being and obscuring their true goals for my size. Bargaining with me just to get me to gain another 20lbs. Telling me that it's only a little more until I reach a nice round number. Telling me that I'm so close to a big milestone, aren't I curious what it would be like to be so big? Rewards for reaching those milestones that just result in even more weight. Constantly shifting the goalposts and making me blow past many soft limits.

I would so enjoy seeing just how much a feeder like that was enjoying it too.

And then, when I'm way too big to do anything about it, them confessing about just how much bigger they really plan for me. Feeling an electric mix of intense pleasure and mild panic at the thought, knowing that there's nothing I could do to stop.

[qr0mi]

[lowlybanana]

Ffffff. I just need someone to be Mine. To be so, so eager. To be desperate to impress. To eat, and eat, and fucking eat until they're moaning and helpless just because they know I'll like it. Because they know that when they're right near their limit they'll get my attention. Will it be praise? Will it be teasing? Will it be the feral urge to straddle them and make it so. much. worse? Will it be all three? Will it even matter?

Pushing more and more food between their lips because I want to see just how much further they'll go, the ways they'll almost grotesquely overdo it, hurting themself, all for my pleasure. Though it's not exactly hard to figure out how much they like it too, if I can get my little hand in under that heavy belly enough. Poor fat thing. Too swollen to move for the third night in a row now? Are you losing control for me? Your clothes struggling to contain you now, even when empty. Having to work harder to haul all these extra pounds around as you go about your day but eager to do so, the constant reminder of what you've done for me is so exciting and just makes you practically starving again, doesn't it? It's so cute.

It started for my attention... but now they just can't help themselves. Being so shockingly huge and helpless for me is just as much for them now. But they'll always push just that little bit further, wrap their greedy lips around whatever treat I push their way for the pleasure of feeling my hungry eyes boring into them, my smirk as they take exactly what they moaned would be too much juuust like I knew they would, my reverant, soothing touch on their poor, poor swollen gut.

Tell me you can't say no to me. Show me, even when I'm not asking. The thought of my reaction being enough to keep you constantly needing just a little more, to keep you right at that distractingly swollen spot in my honor.

[plushefemme]

just experienced a feeling akin to when you stand up and suddenly realize how drunk/high you are: standing up and trying to walk and realizing just how full your stomach is