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a queer fat admirer walks into a bar... they/them feeder kink writer/cashapp is $stevita if you'd like to tip me for my work/born 1993 underage dni

[stevita]

Spooky WG stories for Spooky Season!

What's up, party people! Since October is upon us, I just thought I'd bring back some of my old spooky WG fics while I work on a new one! Some of these are from a while ago, but in case you didn't catch 'em or you're new here, I thought I'd compile them all in one place.

First for the free ones, so you know what you're getting into here at my flab-ulous festival of feedism:

Terms and Conditions (4.7k words, 2nd-person manipulated weight gain, identity death, cyber-dystopian elements): 'You' are an online scammer who's just picked the wrong genius to target. Little do you know, you're about to pay the price in pounds.

AO3 DeviantArt FantasyFeeder

Djinn, Smoke, and Lies (23.6k words, rapid magical WG, male and female WG, supernatural elements): Business and ambition bring a pair of career criminals to a sleepy rural town where the veil between worlds is thin, the forces at play have a taste for irony, and envy is just waiting to give new meaning to the phrase 'eat your heart out'...

AO3 DeviantArt FantasyFeeder

Wishes Three (5k words, rapid WG, male WG, reality bending): At the Wishing Well, Desiree serves more than just drinks. Tonight, it's the typical crowd. Hank, a bar regular, laments the deterioration of his marriage, despite his tireless efforts to maintain his fit physique to impress his wife. Rich, a downtrodden worker, clocks backbreaking hours but still struggles to even afford his lunch. And Jett, a failed actor, dreams of escaping his hum-drum hometown and making it big. How can Desiree use her special talents to solve the dilemmas of these three men?

AO3 DeviantArt FantasyFeeder

Cherry On Top (4.1k words, mindless/drugged WG, male WG, himbofication): Cherry Garcia may run an ice cream parlor, but she's anything but sweet. In fact, she's the classic example of a boss from Hell. Yet all the men fawn over her, and go gaga for her sweet treats...when disgruntled employee Candice finds out exactly why, will she put a stop to it? Or will personal motivations drive her to make an ally out of her adversary?

AO3 DeviantArt FantasyFeeder

Masterful Deceit (9.5k words, hypnosis, captivity, cannibalistic implications, monster of the week): Witcher fanfic. Geralt has to rescue Jaskier from vampires, who, naturally, fatten people up to eat them.

AO3 Fanfiction.Net

And now for the paid ones, in case you want to support me with a couple bucks, which is always appreciated <3 <3 <3

The Collaborateurs (12k words, forced magical weight gain, male and female weight gain): Dean has a secret. He loves fat girls. Unfortunately, his girlfriend Savannah is athletic, popular, and thin. Behind Savannah's back, Dean enlists the help of a witch to cast a spell that will make her gain. But he's about to learn that all magic comes at a price.

Patreon FantasyFeeder

A Hefty Heist (4.1k words, rapid magical WG, forcefemme, wedgie): Tanner thinks he's a pretty proficient burglar, but when he targets a haunted mansion, he's in for a BIG surprise.

Patreon FantasyFeeder

Happy reading, happy feeding, and happy screaming!

[phantomrose96]

job interviewer: would you be willing to destroy and betray yourself for nothing?

[phantomrose96]

job interviewer: (reading the room) would you be willing to destroy and betray yourself for a pizza party?

[asynca]

Write that one-shot. Those 3 chapters will be the best 10 chapters you ever wrote

[stevita]

Snippet of my story in progress

Under the cut (warning: feedism, fat admiration, and stuckage!)

He had to be one of the sexiest men Connie had ever seen. 

His belly was soft, hanging inches out of his plain white shirt and wobbling with his every breath. A set of moobs, each fit for two hands to grab, strained the cotton in either direction, and his pudgy arms, rolling over at the elbow, were as big around as the bases of traffic cones. She guessed that he had to be over 500 pounds, although she couldn’t tell how tall he was. 

His tousled, coppery hair framed a set of pale blue eyes that seemed to speak directly into your soul, although right now, all they were saying was, ‘Help, I’m stuck by my ass in the door frame’. 

[anarchopuppy]

isnt it maddening how one day ur 9 and u go to middle school and cub scouts and all the kids are cursing and making dirty jokes and drawing dicks and repeating offensive shit they got from watching south park and family guy on their bedroom tv after their parents have gone to bed (on the same channel that shows kids cartoons during the day) and playing horrifically violent games on newgrounds and a handful of the kids u know have straight up told u they do coke, then next thing u know ur an adult and the ppl around u expect u to act like even the slightest exposure to potentially objectionable content or depictions of the human body will instantly and irreversibly shatter any childs fragile innocent mind

and theyre like "prove to me this wont traumatize my children!" and even the ppl who agree w u go "well u see, in other cultures, and in the ancient past, and if u look at this study-" but like. my source is every child whos ever grown up at any point in human history. open ur eyes. we have never been able to stop kids from seeing and repeating adult stuff and we never will, and its always just been fine

[gilescorey666]

I love when people are fat on purpose for pleasure it’s so cool

[ray-norr]

"Envious of the Handrail" (Feb. 2026)

[loveridden1999]

[tlirsgender]

That one diva from chicago (the musical) who killed her husband because of his gum chewing (not chewing, popping) is the autistic rep we need as a community. I understand her. Misophonia queen

[tlirsgender]

I'm so obsessed with how their reasons go from like "he cheated on me with six other women" to "he just got on my fucking nerves". I support women's wrongs. He had it coming truly

[papayajuan2019]

i like to think i'm the dead horse that everyone keeps beating

[verygoodcomments]

[funnier-as-a-feedist]

Posts that are funnier as a feedist

[shamebats]

I wish people were as scared of getting into a car accident as they are of being true crime'd. Maybe then they wouldn't be on their phones while driving.

[sundae-meringue]

True crime girlies will be like "wtf I would never go for a walk at night, what if the hash slinging slasher gets me" and then use their knees to merge with no turn signal in front of a semi while applying makeup with both hands

[drpeppertummy]

Kink Creator🫵 kill the voice inside your head that says "this thought is too silly and stupid and unappealing and contrived" You Have To Post Weird Bullshit From Your Soul

[tlirsgender]

In this economy feedism is a physically impossible kink akin to vore or furry tf

[tlirsgender]

Feedism but it's just sexualizing having 3 meals a day

[tlirsgender]

Microdosing feedism by eating dinner

[depsidase]

[thenwearedecided]

fuckkkk my sacrificial lamb has started hanging out with the scapegoat

[big-thighs-cute-eyes]

Taking Care of the Leftovers

When we moved in together, they told me that they wouldn’t mind cooking most of the time. I couldn’t get enough of what they made so I didn’t argue, but despite their protests I insisted that I do the dishes so I could help out a bit. They would always make way more than either of us could hope to finish in one night, always leaving leftovers for me to take for lunch the next day. Every night after dinner I would clean and they would take care of the leftovers.

Domestic bliss hit me hard. They seemed to love cooking, and I loved what they made. After every meal they would ask what I thought and do their best to encourage seconds and thirds, but no matter how much I ate there was always plenty leftover. I didn’t notice the way portions seemed to grow even as my wardrobe shrank, nor the way they learned my tastes so that I couldn’t resist another bite.

The next year passed quickly, and our little routine started to show cracks. First I would be so full after dinner that they would sit next to me and rub my belly for a few minutes before I could stand to begin cleaning. Next, standing at the sink became too much of a workout so I began to pull a chair in front of the sink every night. They made sure I never felt bad about needing extra help, always telling me how happy they were to see me enjoying their cooking, always cooing sweetly into my ear as they helped me deal with the consequences of my gluttony.

Every day there would be some new task they took over for me, soothing my anxieties and making sure I knew how much they loved to help. My weight skyrocketed under their care. Before I knew it, they were doing almost everything for me, except for the dishes.

On a night like any other, I had just come out of my feast induced daze and began the slow shuffle towards the dishes, using the chair I would need to sit in front of the sink as a walker. As I eased my bulk onto the creaking chair and tried to get into position, my belly pressed against the cabinets and my arms spilled over the countertop like normal, but no matter what I tried I couldn’t seem to reach the faucet. I could see them watching predatorily out of the corner of my eye as I desperately tried to shift and wobble my way closer, but after a few breathless attempts I felt their hand on my shoulder. “You must be so exhausted trying to do all that work by yourself tubby, why don’t you just let me take over?” They whispered in mock sympathy. They help me stand and lead me back to the table, glibly talking about how hard I’ve been working even as I barely make it back to my seat. “How about we switch things up? From now on I can do the dishes. Do you think you could take care of the leftovers for me?” They ask in the sweetest voice they can muster.

I nod and look for the Tupperware, but they just chuckle and walk to the sink, calling back over their shoulder to me. “Oh you wont be needing those, piggy.” They say with a wicked grin as they nod at the table, filled with enough food for a family. “You must be starved after all that exercise. I’ll be done in a few minutes if you need help with that too.” They say with a wink before they get to work. I stare down the plates stacked high with my favorites, and my mouth waters despite the fullness of my stomach. As I pull another place towards me and reach for my first bite, they hum in satisfaction. I could never say no to them anyway.