hey I made a roleplay blog for roleplaying chubstuck stuff
so. Kink blog. fetish content. etc. click off if that's not your thing
I'm autistic and queer and I go by any pronouns. I like homestuck and I like writing and I like food, fat, and feeding and i like roleplay. I'll be more specific on the nuances of what I'm into some time later when I get this blog more set up, but for now, Yeah that's the general circle of what I like: feedist fantasy <3
I can write lots of words or less words, literate or not. Depends on the mood. I can be feeder, feedee, any of that sort of thing I enjoy a whole bunch. I also want to do magic anons? I've never ran a blog like this before but I think it'd be fun to do something new like this.
Here are a list of my muses, prone to change:
Dave Strider
John Egbert
Jake English
Dirk Strider
Hal Strider
Karkat Vantas
Equius Zahhak
Those are the main dudes I can think of right now, but like... PLEASE interact if you want to see something. i am desperate for chubstuck content and RP in the year of 2022. I'm probably going to just start off with some lazy posts and see where that takes me
(oh, and side note? i also like shipping and am more than happy to do that.)
==> A groan begins to claw its way out of your stomach. You half-wakefully pinch the mass between your fingers, feeling your empty gut complain its way around a yawn in retaliation against its un-fed state. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you roll onto your side, kicking your legs off from the bed to support your lazy stand.
==> Your knees hold you, as you hobble clumsily with your barely-conscious lack of balance. Another yawn sneaks its way past your tired lips, and you smack your lips sleepily when it's over. You can't wait until you're seated in the kitchen with the essential opener of the day under your pudgy belt; you strain your mind in absent-thought to recall what wonderful sorts of meals you could—
==> Your foot brushes up against something surprising. It's an unexpected texture. Cool, tough, and… right, your neglected pants. You feel the colour on your cheeks deepen at the remembrance of such an occasion. Just before bed, when you were huffing and puffing to try and hike them up your thighs. The effort had you winded and collapsed onto your bed, and you had nearly forgotten all about it as you fell asleep.
==> Nearly.
==> You feel your teeth digging into your lower lip— still sore with the way you tore into it with gnawing frustration. Not even bothering to lower yourself to pick up the article, you lazily kick the garment to the side of your room. You try to convince yourself that you'll find yourself wearing those again soon enough, ignoring the way you tactfully kick the jeans to the dark underside of your bed to be forgotten.
==> The groan that passes through you is nothing short of exasperated. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake all the lingering thoughts out of your head, biting back the acknowledgement of your softness as you make your ways to your closet.
Ah yes, the closet. Home to many things Egbertian. 'Something that will fit him', John hopes in a thought that he tries not to hear. However, his closet is home to another thing that he is trying hard to ignore.
He inches closer. Slow, tentative, and agonizingly so. There's only so much one could delay the inevitable, and John recognized the fact. As he stood in front of the twin closet doors, he winced and bit the bullet—
———
John: Take a much-needed look into the long-neglected mirror.
———
==> Your face scrunches up in refusal when you are prompted to do such a thing. You admit, you had been slimmer when you last took a look at your changing reflection. You would much rather not go through that heavy revelation again. Nonetheless, you open your eyes to make eye-contact with the mirror on the inner side of your closet door.
==> You can't say you're too pleased with what you see reflected back at you. You weren't always so… soft. You didn't used to have that much of a hang to your belly, you're sure of the fact… and your thighs had definitely known a time before their default state was to intimately rub against one another.
John did a turn in the mirror, surveying his profile from the side at first, then his front. As he turned, he was hit with the revelation that his flared heart-shaped hips were no-longer getting dangerously close to the edges of the frame—
They had grown past them, unable to be contained by just a full-length mirror.
Laying eyes on his reflection for this first time in a while was… startling, he'd say that. He'd grown more than he'd thought in the time since his last momentary glance in the mirror. John pouts, before throwing his head to his hands in frustration. At the very least, he could cover his eyes and continue to avoid a truth that follows.
There's a point where he can't keep running from his troubles though— it's found where his belly creases over himself and grants him a modesty that wouldn't be granted to a slimmer frame, it's found when he can't get up from bed on his first attempt, it's found when he can't seem to stifle his hunger for long enough to get through—
==> Your stomach rumbles and you move your hands from their hold on your face to clutch your angry stomach. You press into it, a desperate attempt to quell its anger. Your gut hangs and oozes between your fingers as you can't help but eye it through a bashful and shameful stare in the mirror.
— a single thought.
He can't seem to stifle his hunger for long enough to get through a single thought.
hey i really like ur writing unfortunately i remember nothing abt homestuck so i cant rp with u. but i am wishing u all the luck in the world
// awww, thank you!! i’m happy to hear that you like my writing T^T, I can never tell if my writing’s up to tasteful quality, but your kind wishes are more-than-appreciated!
// i can get not knowing the characterization and not RP’ing because of it, but I want to maybe think about getting ask-gamey type posts and games set up so there can be occasional fun things of audience interaction without a need for full-on RP that being said, one of my goals is to get an actual RP partner and roleplay thing going on that with more than one character would be so awesome ^w^
// so!! yeah, that’s the update for so far!! i have to get some other characters introduced (maybe not have entire plotline introductions so i can have some seperate character-based plotless askgame shenanigans going on) and then figure out potential ask-game setups, but all in all, it’s been very fun working on this blog for the little i have done on it so far? i enjoy writing here and getting kind messages in my askbox and pleasant feedback :) all the little anon messages are MUCH appreciated ehehe!!
==> Your name is JOHN EGBERT. You've always been a bit on the THICKER side, even before your father developed an obsession with baking and the like. Not you nor anyone else would ever describe you as FAT, but you were more than known to be on the PLUMPER side of the scale.
==> However, having grow up in an environment surrounded by baked goods with little to stop you from indulging... needless to say, indulge you did. In addition to your round starting frame, you had put on at least a bit of weight under the coddling care of your dear dad. The consumption of cake to an excess has put its mental toll on you— the moment your taste-buds grew sick of the over-exposure, you had discovered that it wasn't just your taste-buds that changed. As subtly aware as you were to your climbing weight, you didn’t do anything to stop it, and you perhaps did even less so to prevent it from increasing in pace. Your method of coping with this predicament was passive denial and aversion to the subject.
==> Now, you've moved out of the old family house and are on your own. You could have sworn that these stubborn pants fit nice and snug when you'd waved your farewells to your father. He sent you off with plenty of snacks for the road— you tried to decline, but he insisted. You weren't just going to shoot down your teary-eyed father's generous offer, and the pastries did look tantalizingly sweet. It took little more fuss for you to resign your refusing position with his eyes wide with pride and care. Before you knew it, he had your broad arms full of boxes and bags of his latest baked creations.
==> ... but that was months before today. Today, you press your lips into a thin line of frustration, trying— and failing— to hitch the unforgiving denim up to acceptable levels. As you breathe out a hefty sigh, you wince as your soft post-starter-belly inches forwards and buds over the pinching waistband.
John’s breath was caught in his chest as he alternated between wrestling with the garment and taking much-needed moments to just breathe. Those moments were necessary altogether with his growing frustration, tied altogether by his tiredness.
He started off devoting more of his time tugging to hopefully rake the hard material up his thighs with mere moments of recollection littered in-between. By the time he had concluded such winded efforts, he had spent more time heaving and teary-eyed from those efforts than he had actually spent on those minor stubborn attempts to continue. ‘Concluded’ is a word that tactfully avoids the truth of the situation— John hadn’t successfully finished the mundane task of getting dressed at all. His vain attempt to clothe himself was punctuated by the bounce of his tummy as he dropped the two flaps of fabric. Although inanimate, the gentle jiggle of his doughy lower roll of fat as he threw down the fabric in defeat seemed almost smug at his futile attempt to contain it.
A final sigh left those lips of his, now reddened and plump from the anxious fidget of digging his prominent front teeth into the sensitive there flesh of his lower lip. John slumped backwards, exasperated as he kicked the worn and useless pants off of his legs— pudgy and thick enough to be considered, as much as he'd deny it himself, fat.
"God dammit," he heaved through his chest with his face flushed dark, "Those fit last time I tried them on…"
He dabbed at the damp spots cornering his eyes, glimmering with the light caught from an open sliver of his window blinds. As his heavy chest and belly rose and fell with his weighty breathing, John tried his best to focus on anything other than his figure— a responsibility he took on by occupying his eyes with a particular meaningless spot on the popcorn ceiling.
The frames upon the bridge of his nose were slick with sweat of toil, so much that they began to slip. He lazily let his head droop to the side, soft cheek pressed into the plush of the pillow as he fell tired.
...
John woke from his slumber with heavy eyelids and an empty growl gnawing at his hefty middle, his trimmed nails tracing against the flesh as his idle hand kneaded at the angry mass.
Hello! I’m J and I really wanna do fandom based feederism rps, though I never really know where to search so! Here I am! A few basic things about how I rp;
I prefer to play the feedee! I’m down with mutual gain though
I only do third person pov and paragraph style!
I like to write a lot, but I’d like responses to at least be a paragraph
I can rp either on here or on Discord
Seeing as I’m 19, I prefer anybody who contacts me to be 18+
With that, I’d also like to list the main muses I can play as! Though sometimes I’m a little flexible and willing to branch out in certain fandoms;
Hetalia
Ivan Braginski(Russia)
Matthew Williams(Canada)
The Witcher
Jaskier
Legend of Zelda
Link(BoTW/AoC)
Mipha
Purah(AoC)
Impa(AoC)
Homestuck
Dave Strider
Rose Lalonde
Kankri Vantas
Mituna Captor
I know I’m pretty new to the scene, but please don’t hesitate to reach out if interested!
DNI; Racists, transm*d, trusc*m, t*rfs, anti-antis, pro-ship or LGBTQ+phobes
im dave, im currently visiting a new community and wanna see whats up. if youre curious, i do rp. if it wasnt obvious im looking for jades of the large variety, hence the tags, hope to meet some genuinely nice folks out here.
(im trying my best here okay, i wanna meet new people in the community while getting in touch with some of my favorite creators, this is the easiest way to do so, you can critique my daveness in the replies if you really want to)
here you guys go <3 hope this lets you guys get a better picture of what I'm more inclined to roleplay
Alright— let me elaborate...
(TW, there's a brief fatphobia mention, and also some discussion of unhealthy dynamics used in fiction that might be discomforting for some)
I LOVE force feeding and fat bondage and fat bulging out of tight places and rough and mean feeders (I would however like to also mention that I think that mean and dominating feedees are also underrated). Stuffing, breaking out of clothes, popping buttons, all that sort of thing is just heavenly~ <3
A lot of these jars speak for themselves but I'll go further in detail for the ones that I think need it:
I like burping, eructo is a high one on my list, but eprocto is more tricky and conditional for me. I think it's alright in more extreme slobby or dumb scenarios because it sort of fits there, but otherwise I feel like it sort of messes the mood for me when it's done in other situations. long story short, not my thing but i think burps are 😳😳😳
squashing is something that i didnt really understand the meaning of? wrestling isn't something I'm too interested in, but I do really like... like getting crushed under the weight of someone else and also just like being pinned by your own weight... AUGH thats beautiful
i dont really care for inflation or clothes padding. LIQUID BLOATING ON THE OTHER HAND... that shit's incredible. being full of soda or other beverage is just adorable
public stuff is also way too hot for me to ignore.
fat shaming <33 teasing, all stuff on that note... it's just so good I love it. real life fat shaming and fatphobia is stupid... horny fat shaming on the other hand? 🤤
preg also isnt my thing. vore is weird because most of the time i dont care too much about it, but sometimes...? it just hits different. i think that monster vore is pretty neat but if it's just 2 regular human people then it makes a bit less sense to me. i am kind of obsessed with nagas though and i think that they are allowed to eat humans if they so please <3
oh my GOD male tits <3. me when they fit into a bra hjkHGKFDSJKL.
funnel feeding !!! okay so i LOVE funnel feeding when its with like soda or milkshakes or melted icecream or other drinks, but I don't like it if it's just like blended food. there's some exceptions (like if it makes sense to be blended, like ice cream and chocolate and brownies and other food items like that, ones that sort of belong in a milk shake if that makes sense) but i dont like just like. Savoury dinner food blended. that definitely isnt my thing
dumb/bimbo for me is nice, but what really gets me is other psychological kinky factors. i like conditioning/pavlov sort of kinky logic: the thought of someone associating food with sex and vice versa or getting addicted to someone from associations with positive treatment? that stuff REALLY gets me. mind break and other things... captivity... lord those are some fantasies that i am more than happy to dwell on
i really like feeders that are like saccharine-levels of sweet and doting and caring that take care of all of their feedees needs before they can even lift a finger
on the other hand i ALSO really like feeders that are really cruel and mean and rough and YEAH.
basically just attention, good or bad. possessiveness and singling someone out with their attention. it gets me feeling a certain kind of way <3
note!! i definitely don't care if you're into some things here that I'm not, just because I'm not into something doesn't mean I hold any hatred for it. Just means that's probably not something I'm going to write for <3 please dont harass me for a difference in tastes, that's not something I can nor want to control
