[rosebonbon-fa]

hi! you can call me V :) i'm over 18yo, bi, and use they/them pronouns

sideblog specifically for wg & feedism kinks

it might be easier to do a kink jar fill (edit: now under cut), but i'm mostly into stuffing, weight gain especially early stages and kink discovery scenarios, tight clothes, praise and/or degradation and/or humiliation, and the domination/control aspect of feedism. moderate amounts of petplay.

not into messy

i'll add to these lists if needed but no hard boundaries, no DNI

i'm here to reblog and talk kink, i'm not interested in being a feeder or a feedee, irl or through messages. i'll stay in the realm of fantasy or light encouragement. you're welcome to chat or interact though!

if i reblogged a personal picture you'd rather not have associated with these kinks, if i missed your dni or something like that, you can message me and i'll delete it

[es-draws]

Currently thinking about your 'capacity training' post but using alcohol instead of water 👀🥵

Such a perfect combination, right?

Imagining someone who's never had a great appetite, but can always handle a drink or two more than they ought to. They chug down hard seltzers on a hot day, their stomach slowly swelling and sloshing, proudly displayed in front of them in their too-tight bathing suit. They put down bottle after bottle of beer, stifling a belch from the gassy, fizzy drink bloating their middle. It becomes a habit to overindulge as their mind becomes fuzzy and their thoughts become cloudy with the sweet release of their inhibitions.

That's why their thin, taut waistline slowly begins to disappear. Their round, bulging beer belly begins to grow larger and fuller with ever night of binging. Layers of newfound fat begin to pile onto their belly as empty calories from heavy beers start to take their toll, until it peeks out from too-tight shirts and threatens to spill over tightening waistbands. They're too buzzed, too intoxicated to see what their habits are doing to them. And their stomach, stretched daily to the brim, soon stretches to accommodate more and more. That tiny appetite is gone. Now they only need more. More drink, more food, more to keep the feeling going. Empty-headed and constantly growing, as they were always destined to be.

[softerandsofter]

It’s time to go on a road trip piggy. I want you to plant your fat ass in the passenger seat of the car and we are going to see how many drive thrus it takes to make your belly touch the dashboard. At first you’ll start off appearing relatively composed , but with each additional meal you’ll begin looking rounder and greedier. Your shirt will start riding up your belly, you’ll have to unbutton your pants to make room for your gut on the seat, and every bump that we hit on the road will make your body violently shake and jiggle. Your clothes will begin to dig into your soft, pudgy fat and your body will swell with lard from all of the greasy fast food you’re taking in. You might even get stuck in your seat if you’re not careful baby. By the end of the tour you’ll be a colossal, painfully bloated mess but I know you will enjoy every second of it. Doesn’t that sound so wonderful? I know you’d just love being a pampered, passenger pig. Remember to savour this experience while you can. Soon enough you won’t even be able to fit in the car.

[cookiegurl99-blog]

What I find irrationally hot: guys who stuff themselves with so much food that their bellys become so full and bulging that they have to unbutton their jeans to relieve themselves. That reach for the button, with the heavy aching belly getting in the way, the fumbling because the pressure is so great that the button barely opens, then finally it works, the relief on their face, the zipper pops open. And then that little shake of the plump stuffed belly until it sits comfortably over the zipper teeth, round and bulging, a ball of greed. Then the hand that runs over the belly, checking the freedom gained and occasionally adjusting or lifting the paunch which is filled to capacity. So hot, every single step.

[rosebonbon-fa]

sorry for being a sapphic with incredibly misogynistic kinks. it will happen again.

[rosebonbon-fa]

i have suuuuch a soft spot for preg fiction in deeply patriarchal and utilitarian societies

just think of the women whose duty it is to bear the next generation. having to nobly carry this burden through their unchanged daily chores, struggling through the weight, the pain, and the humiliation of being incapacitated. they never wanted it and yet they know it's inevitable. it's right. it's what they're good for.

imagine a woman who built herself on her strength, her toughness, her competence. her workpower is unmatched among her ruthless competitors. and suddenly her time is up and she must be burdened with her biological duty. she is coldly bred by a man she doesn't know. the seed is precious and must grow unharmed. it's her responsibility. her work does not stop, she is left to struggle with the irreconciliability of her physical duties as a worker and her increasingly burdensome situation. the more useless she becomes, the more visible it is, until the growing dome at her waist nearly keeps her in one place, until her heavy aching chest cries out for relief. and every other woman sees in her a forewarning of the downfall that might await them too.

[lmmmbh]

intox feedism is a dying practice you all should participate bring back beer bellies and the munchies

[rosebonbon-fa]

i need a skinny metalhead boyfriend to turn into a chubby metalhead boyfriend

[rosebonbon-fa]

the weight is 90% beer btw

going to a festival and watching him wash down pint after pint after pint until he's intoxicated, confused, and sooooo bloated

once he drank himself stupid, he'd need to get a bunch of greasy festival food in him to settle his stomach. he'd be too dim to stop, just eating whatever i put in front of him until all he can do is sleep off the warm, heavy weight in his gut. only to do it all again on the second day

i give it until the same festival next year. our campground buddies will be very surprised to see him, who used to be stick-thin and swallowed by his band shirt, now struggling to help me set up the tent with his heavy gut rolling over his waistband, barely contained by his too-small clothes.

[rosebonbon-fa]

i need a skinny metalhead boyfriend to turn into a chubby metalhead boyfriend

[akashicrecord]

I have an unhealthy relationship with most physical pleasures including food and having sex would you like to be best friends

[rosebonbon-fa]

being a food vlogger's s/o...

[rosebonbon-fa]

i am partial to feedee kidnapping, but only like, to a moderate weight. i want to chain them to a bed in my basement and fatten them up until they're mildly obese. until they're just about to burst the last threads of their old clothes, until fat and disuse almost conquer their muscles, until they've almost entierly forgotten what outside is like. but just before they're truly gone, i get caught, go to prison, and they're freed. left to struggle with every basic task in a body that i have irrevocably made my work, with a mind that has forever been conditioned by me. the weight of every movement and every decision is too much for them, and they secretely wish i hadn't been caught so they could have kept growing, immobile and helpless, under my will.

[b33t-r00t]

Okay what about a high class restaurant where they stuff you.

There is a dress code of formal wear of course, and the wait staff start off very aloof. They insist that you finish everything on your plate, and that you can’t leave until you’ve eaten every course.

The dishes are small but plentiful, and each is distinct but complimentary in flavour and texture. The variety keeps you going, as well as the glass of wine by your side that’s being constantly refilled.

And, as you eat more, the waitstaff seem to grow more… familiar, with you. A slight smile or a kind word eventually evolving into brief touches to your arm or back. This only serves to further motivate your indulgence, even as your fitted formalwear grows tight about your stomach.

Somewhere along the line the encouragement of the waitstaff becomes more blatant, their smiles twisting into smirks as they brush a hand against your belly and whisper for you to keep eating, placing eager forkfuls against your lips.

Between the endless parade of fine food, the stream of rich wines, and the groping caress of several hands, you start to lose yourself to the influx of pleasurable sensations…

[thediscossessed]

(Sighs dreamily) witnessing a woman's bare faced gluttony and avarice is one of the hottest things ever

[asmoreous]

Soda :3

[unlawfullover]

i like the little muffled burps people try and hide after they’ve eaten too much. the kind that tells you they’ve overindulged way too fucking much and now their stomach is punishing them for being so greedy. i like it when they shift around uncomfortably, tugging it makes me so feral knowing that they’ve made a fucking gluttonous pig of themselves, that they were so greedy their body was literally telling them to stop but it tasted so good that they couldn’t help it. there’s just something about teasing an overstuffed person. they’re too full and sleepy to properly protest so they just flush and stammer about how hungry they were. it’s fucking awesome.

[rosebonbon-fa]

i love seeing a really thin person with an obese one in public. like oh you guys REALLY love each other.

[rosebonbon-fa]

ykwim like people with cartoon proportions, literally comically stick-thin and unrealistically rotund, that's fate, that means you were completing each other from the start.