Foof's Thoughts

18+ | 30 | U.S. | She/They | Single | CW: ~310lbs | GW: Bigger. You can call me Foof. DMs/Asks open, especially if you're looking to be the Sapphic Death Feeder to my Sapphic Death Feedee. Don't stop feeding me until it's over.

[sapphicdeathfeedee]

I don't want to rush to an early grave. I'm not itching to die. I'll gladly take as long as it takes, be around as long as I can - the longer I do, the bigger I can get after all. I want you to have all the time to love on me you can.

But.

I don't want you to slow down. I don't want you to hold back. Being fat will kill me eventually; dying is an inevitability in life, and the health problems that come with my size will be a factor. But up until that very moment, I need to know you're going to keep going. That I'll never be big enough, that you'll always want more of me. That you'll keep doting on me and spoiling me and pampering me and stuffing me all the same, that you want me to have that pleasure and bliss until my final breath. All the health problems become so erotic because they're signs of how far we've gone, how obsessively committed you've been. How much love and affection you've poured into me to the point my body can barely handle it much longer. I'd be happy knowing that's what did me in, and that I got as big as I could for you in exchange.

[dollhog]

Digital Pig

[sapphicdeathfeedee]

Kudzu girlfriend who can't stop growing send tweet

[sapphicdeathfeedee]

WOTC really just released Vore Druid onto the internet like that huh

[droolfang]

My patreon pinup for this month! The patrons in my MANDIBLE tier voted to have me draw some goblin goodness~ 🥩🥩🥩

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[sapphicdeathfeedee]

Oh look it's me

[sapphicdeathfeedee]

I wish I could feed you Foof.

[lovingyourlovehandles]

The last thing you see before falling into a deep food coma

[sapphicdeathfeedee]

Haven't really posted in a while. Been quietly saving drafts of stuff that maybe I'll properly reblog some day.

But, uh, I dunno. Had an experience today and wanted to talk about it some. Obviously, I'm a death feedism blog - content warning for death feedism and dark vibes.

At work today, one of my managers had a heart attack. She's recovering, she's alright, let's put that at the top.

I obviously don't want to make her traumatic experience about me, and I certainly didn't put any of my weird kink shit onto her.

But it is just. I dunno, a weird feeling to sit with. Imagining myself in her place. Getting into a crisis situation and trying not to be... Aroused.

I dunno, makes me feel a little bit. Evil? That I even have to manage myself like that in that situation.

But it was also... Exciting. To be a little bit up close and personal about it, even for a brief period.

It also, I suppose, just feels a bit gross in my head because she's a real person I know. Like it's easy to fantasize about myself or fictional characters. Consent is easy there. But it's a bit more weird when my fantasizing starts to involve a real situation and a real person.

I dunno. I'm mostly just venting. Don't take this one too crazy.

[hucownikki]

From a couple days ago I was stupid high

[evilfatgirl]

efg mag (spring issue)

[gothicccgoddessgemma]

big bellies in bikinis >>>

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2025 measurements video included on both my pages 🖤📏

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[sapphicdeathfeedee]

Hey, sorry for my bad English, I'm from Germany. Anyway, I wanted to ask if you have any tips for gaining weight for my feedee. She currently eats over 20,000 kcal a day and wants to increase this. Unfortunately, she is suffering from cancer and wants to die from her weight. I'm supposed to make her burst, but I don't know exactly how. Do you have any tips?

First off, let me say, I'm sorry to hear about her cancer. That's a terrible thing to go through. And I hope she finds a fulfilling life in her time left here.

That said, if your feedee is eating twenty thousand kcal a day regularly then you're already way above and beyond my expertise. That's an insane amount of food - if she's not already massive, then, trust me, she'll get there. If she is massive and plateauing, well, those can be harder to get through. As far as I'm aware, increasing capacity is really just about increasing frequency, volume, and density over time. So, using richer foods (heavy cream, your bread and butter); reducing downtime, and keeping it flowing. Obviously, if you haven't tried funnel feeding, go for it.

Now, that all said, that's all leading towards like. Eventual heart failure or maybe lung collapse, right? If you want her to burst specifically, that's a different problem. Especially because, like... Legally speaking, even if it's assisted suicide, death by popping is probably gonna get you stuck with murder. Also, people don't really pop - afaik there's no real case of it ever happening, though inflation is certainly possible in a way and carries the real danger of death or serious injury. But eating enough to cause yourself to tear open like from the volume is pretty much impossible without it being a situation of being force-filled past your brain's limits... Which would just be inflation.

Best of luck and well wishes!

[sapphicdeathfeedee]

Hey! A pleasure to meet you. Quick question: are your DMs open?

I mean, yes, but I admit I haven't been very active on here recently. I also tend to not engage with men very much, so just let that be a forewarning to everyone.

[badcholesteroll]

You should eat to your heart’s content—or until your heart gives out; both are fine

[senzamagrezza]

Good girls drink water and stay hydrated

Good pigs only drink sodas

Hopeless whales only go for weight gain shakes

[stronglyloudbasilisk]

Why do anything else from shakes

[floral-mistress-deactivated2025]

I've done something terrible to you, haven't I?

I can't help but think back to when we were still just mutual friends. We hit it off at a local show after realizing we both knew someone in the band. The conversation went well and it was clear there might've even been some chemistry but you were dating someone at the time and so we both mutually understood we'd just be good friends. And so we just started hanging out. At times with our broader shared friend group or sometimes just one on one. I thought you were really cool but there something strange I sensed you were hiding from me. You always looked uncomfortable when we would go out to eat. I was honestly worried there was something else going on but you were able to convince me it was just a personal quirk, which I guess in retrospect wasn't that far off. I just don't think either of us thought that it would become your life.

So it's just a shock looking at you now. Both of us realize how terrible of a situation this has spiraled into. From what was once just some kinky post-breakup sex with your best friend, to the horrifying reality that your weight is rapidly climbing into the quadruple digits. Both of us long for the days when we could just go hang out, watch a local band, loiter around thrift stores, but now we're left in the aftermath of frantically indulging your kink for the past 5 years. I've tried my best to keep you in a stupor of weed and gluttony simply as a means of mercy to avert your mind from the massive pile of lard that is your body now. I slipped up once a few months ago and it took literal days for you to stop sobbing and get you under control. Yet even through that, you never once stopped eating. I wouldn't let that happen to you again so I simply have no other choice but to buy wholesale palettes of food and the federally allowed maximum for possession of weed.

I'm sorry I let this get out of hand. When I had to order your clothes from special websites I should have stopped. When I had to call a carpenter to widen the doorway to your bedroom I should have stopped. When I bought you the first palette of gainer shakes I should've had stopped. And now, as you're nearing the moment when I might have to call the fire department to lift you out of your collapsed bed and into the living room...I still can't stop. We still can't stop.

I've done something terrible to you, haven't I...

…Yet. Deep down. I know you're loving every horrifying second of this.

[floral-mistress-deactivated2025]