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Welcome to the lamb's den🐑
Guess who's back to post pervy shit and chat about it?
sticky's stats: | sub | feeder/FA | afab queer | single
What are some of your favorite feedism tropes/stories?
I'll do tropes ^^
'Innocent' stay at home feeder who cooks in her spare time × Hardworking feedee who always comes home to a hot meal and pastries
Stay at home feeder × Unsuspecting nice neighbor who always stops by when offered extra meals and baked goods
Submissive feedee × Dominant Feeder (bonus points if lesbians)
Dominant feeder boss × Submissive shy personal assistant who's used as a garbage disposal
SUBMISSIVE feedee boss × Dominant personal assistant who refuses to let their boss go hungry
Fat bratty princess/prince × Stern Royal Knight who puts them in their place and makes them beg for sweet treats
Older male feedee who's secretly submissive × Younger feeder who enjoys domming them
Fat werewolf
Greedy Vampire
Just a couple hehehe (let me know if yall want me to do asmr rps of any of these tropes btw! ^^)
autistic feedee brain: conceptualizing feedism as a way to access the divine and engage in the type of hedonism I thought I would never be allowed to experience… indulgence in pure joy so radical that it never even crossed my mind until now… what an act of resistance, what a gift
ADHD feedee brain: DOES THIS FOOD HAVE DOPAMINE IN IT
🍽️between rounds🍽️
(f/f, stuffing, fat dom feeder, smaller sub feedee, burping, referenced weight gain, belly play, a LOT of talking)
"Fuuuck, Bea..." Mina is panting open-mouthed, her pretty little head lolling back as she slumps in her chair. Both hands are planted on her belly, which strains enthusiastically against her dress. "I don'... I dunno how much more I can take..."
"Oh, don't get shy on me now, sweetheart. You and I both know damn well you didn't grow this-" Bea pokes Mina's gut with the handle of her fork. Mina squeaks and blushes furiously, those sleepy eyes suddenly wide awake. "- out of green smoothies and seltzer water, huh?"
No because as a non-fat feeder I really do take pride in fighting fatphobia internally and around me. People will say "omg I ate too much" or "i'm a glutton or a pig" and I lock in to tell them they are not and that it's perfectly normal to clean your plate or get seconds or eat a little past full. I don't do this with any horny/creepy intention, I say it as a person who wants everyone--even my worst enemies--to eat enough. I say it because I want people to be compassionate to themselves and their basic needs as a human.
I do go home and think about it tho...
I am such a sucker for dominant feedee, then demanding they be taken care of, that they’re still so small and they *need* to be bigger. Grabbing their own belly and jiggling it, making fun of me for how pent up it gets me. Insisting to be fed, lazing around and only wanting to be completely doted on while they sit around gaming and snacking. Being brought and fed anything they see fit, telling me how badly *i* wanted this and how they’re doing it for me.
As they grow only getting more demanding, pinning me down with their growing gut, being enveloped by their immense softness. Unable to do anything but be used by them, they have needs that have to be satisfied and now because of *me* they need to find a release them. Being told how good I am, how doting and caring I am, and how good a job I’ve done making them grow as they use me as they see fit, as I’m weighed down under them.
i swear to god though tr.ans guys and ft.ms do not get enough appreciation when it comes to tummy kink scenarios. do you have any idea what t hunger feels like? whenever i first started it felt like my stomach was rumbling and caving in Constantly. you HAVE to eat more because your body is using up more energy just by existing and all of that food goes right to your tummy and makes it so fat. now you have this soft hungry gut and you're so starved you have to eat all the time just to shut it up and keep the grumbles and hunger aches away. dude the appeal is insane
Waddduuuup I reuploaded this cuz rather than making a part 2 I just added onto it. He’s ABSOLUTELY DOOMED btw
GOD i love this artist
Chapter 1
Touch Starved
Imagine someone so touch-starved that the softest graze against their chest makes them whimper abruptly. That flirtation and teasing make their cheeks burn red. That the presence of their crush in all but modest clothing fully distracts them from doing anything else but to stare in awe.
That was me when you moved into the cubicle next to mine.
When the boss introduced us, I could barely tell you my name. My brain was mush looking into your deep brown eyes framed evenly under your full brows. Your curly dark hair draping over your forehead in such an effortless way.
I stammered out an awkward "nice to meet you, I'm Sandy." You smiled brightly and said you looked forward to working with me. I blushed. I tried to keep my thoughts as professional as possible but I started to wonder how your curls react to humidity...like the steam inside a shower...how they would extend and loosen with sweat and...exercise.
You came over frequently to my desk for small, work-related questions. Every time you stood over me while I demonstrated how to do something on my computer, my heart beat out of my chest. When you leaned in to point at one of the icons, I could smell your warm perfume. I'll never forget it.
Of course, I'd never ask you out. We are coworkers and can't engage in those matters. Besides, I'm terrified of rejection or making you uncomfortable. The only way I even stood a chance is if you approached me first.
One night we were working late to finish up a project due by the end of the quarter. When you got to a stopping point, you came over to my desk.
"I'm at a good stopping point, want to come get a drink with me?" You asked.
I twirled around, "Thanks for the offer but I don't usually, uh, mingle with coworkers after hours."
"That's bullshit, I saw you with Craig and the legal team at the Chilis last weekend. You just don't want to fraternize with me, is that it?" You accused.
I stammered, "I uh, want to keep our relationship professional." I turned away from you, blush getting redder by the second.
Your brows furrowed in skepticism. "We've been working together for two months and you've never dropped your guard around me like you do for the others, why is that?"
You inched closer to my desk chair as you grilled me. I felt the pressure of the desk behind my back as I scooted my chair away from you. I was cornered.
"Do you like me, Sandy?" You asked.
I opened my mouth to barely whisper a yes.
"Is that why you're always so nervous around me?"
I nodded, mortified.
You walked toward my seat, leaning on the arm rests and getting inches away from my face.
"I think it's cute. You don't get around much, do you?" You grinned as you sat on my lap.
I shook my head, the rest of my body was frozen.
"So when's the last time a pretty girl sat in your lap?" You asked.
"N-never had the pleasure." I mumbled.
"Never? So I'm the first to grind on your lap?" You started to gyrate your hips in a humping motion, grinding your pelvis against my thighs. I let out a pathetic little moan, covering my mouth with my hands to avoid being loud.
"If you were worried about me noticing you've got a crush on me, too late. I knew you liked me on day one. Question is, what are you gonna do about it?" You dragged your fingertips across my chest, making me groan with delight.
"Well, what are you gonna do about it?" You commanded, reaching under my shirt to pinch my nipples between your fingers.
I yelped, biting on my lip and moaning in delight at the surprise of it all. I can't think straight and can barely process what you're saying.
"I uh, you...um, uh...." i couldn't speak as I looked up past your unbuttoned shirt showing off your cleavage to your dominating dark eyes that commanded my submission.
You lifted up your blouse to pull your soft fupa out for me to see.
"Don't think I haven't caught you looking at this part of me too." You said as you jiggled your plumpest, bottom fat roll.
I just about blue screened on that one.
My body finally unfroze and my hands became fupa-seeking missiles. I squeezed your plumpness in my hands and groaned, thinking about how well-fed and sedentary you must be to have all these fat stores.
"You're drooling." You pointed out. I licked my lips and swallowed. "I- how did you know I was into this?"
"Did a little bit of investigative work. You're of interest to me." You smirked.
"So you're into what I'm into..?" I asked.
"Yes, now will you finally let me kiss you?"
You kissed me softly and I shuddered with euphoria. Shock waves of pleasure rippled through my body as you leaned into the kiss and touched my shoulders. Your lips were so oily and plush, it took all my strength not to nibble on them. I grabbed squishy handfuls of your belly to hold onto and massage while you kissed me.
Eventually, you pulled away because you heard someone walk into the office.
It was our boss.
"Hey Sandy, Maia, you should head out for the night, it's late."
"Uh, uh yessir, we just finalized the project draft and we're wrapping up here." you spoke up for me.
I was still stunned and euphoric. The boss looked at me us quizzically, shrugged, and then made his way to the elevator.
"C'mon, let's get out of here."
Overfed and Undernourished
Your body is desperately craving some real nutrition, but you're too zoned out from binge watching and social media scrolling to notice. The only signal that you hear is an intense hunger. You mistake your body's demand for fresh fruit as a craving for sweets and decide to nuke that hunger with a dozen doughnuts. The closest thing your body will get to some fruit is artificial fruit flavors. Your blood sugar spikes and you're riding high for a little while, but your stomach makes quick work of all those carbs. Pretty soon your blood sugar is crashing back to Earth, leaving you irritable and famished again.
Then a burger ad on tv catches your eye. Your body is still craving some actual nutrition and your subconscious mind spots the meager vegetable toppings in that greasy burger. Meanwhile all you notice is that juicy meat, gooey cheese, and dripping sauce. You can't place the order fast enough. The delivery makes it in record time and soon you're digging into your stack of bacon double cheeseburgers. The wilted vegetable toppings your body was craving are buried under a mountain of meat and cheese, smothered in sauce. You intersperse greedy bites of burger with eager handfuls of salty fries and greasy onion rings. Any nutrients in those sides have been deep fried into oblivion. To wash the whole thing down, you gulp sugary soda like it was water in the desert. You demolish the meal in record time, leaving you surrounded by the wrappers and detritus of your binge. Your breathing is labored, lungs competing with your overstuffed gut for space. You're not quite finished though. You want to put these hunger pangs to rest for good and a thick strawberry milkshake should do the trick. You gulp it down slowly and deliberately, letting it fill every remaining nook and cranny in your pained gut. After licking down the final drops, you're painfully full and finally satisfied.
Your stomach may be fit to burst, but your body still didn't receive the nutrients it really wanted. These pale imitations of fruits and vegetables only set you up for even more powerful cravings later on. For the moment though, you're content. You doze off on the couch, snoring peacefully beneath your double chins and bloated belly.
I think poor people deserve to buy luxuries for themselves
poor people deserve to eat glorious yummy food and buy cool technology and games and do fun things
removing the option to buy snacks and sweets from people's food stamp budget money is inherently evil and devilish.
im fat and unkempt what's your point.
I've been playing a lot of sdv lately
⬇️🍩🔞⬇️Kinktober 07 : donut devotee ⬇️🔞🍩⬇️
@heavyheavycream blessing us this kinktober🧡💗
How to become massive
This will be a quick overview over how to become massive. This will be a rather scientific approach on how to increase white adipose tissue growth (i.e., fat gain), slow down metabolism and decrease muscle gain.
The 10 commandments:
1. Have a high-carb and low-protein breakfast. This will keep you hungry during the day.
2. Don't have breakfast within the first hour after waking, so your body will be more likely to store energy in the form of fat.
3. Try to build the majority of your diet on carbs. Carbs are highly likely to turn into fat, while proteins and fats are less likely. This is because they trigger a different hormonal response
4. Don't consume too much garlic, caffeine, green tea and spinach, since they contain nutrients that will increase fat burn
5. Fruits are fine, they can actually help you gain weight because of insoline spikes
6. Rest 15-30 minutes before eating. This is so your muscle cells close and don't absorb/burn much of the energy
7. Don't shower or bathe cold, don't swim regularly and put on warm clothes during winter. Cold exposure not only burns a lot of calories, your body will actually form brown fat tissue, which is a kind of fat designed to burn fat for warmth
8. Dig into dairy products and white grains (e.g., wheat-products) for an increase in fat gain
9. Have 2-3 high-calorie meals during the day and add snacks in-between as you wish.
10. Sweetness is your friend, no matter if sugar or artificial sweeteners
Following these 10 commandments will make it almost impossible to not gain weight. Combine this with a lot of stuffing and a high caloric excess (e.g., eating 5000+ calories per day) and you will presumably be putting on several pounds per week.
Reblog to help fattening up feedees! Thank you <3
Feedist Kinktober 2024 - Day 1
"Transformation🔀"
The sweet liquid crosses your lips and coats your tongue as it slides down your throat. The flavor is implacable but it feels familiar and comforting all the same. As the last drops of thick, pink syrup empty disappear into your mouth, you eye the bottle. It's a small, amber vial, like something you'd expect medicine to come in. The lid has come complete with a small dropper, the recommended dose only a few drops a day. You were never one for portion control. The label was simple, plain, a smiling cartoon pig with a swollen belly.
You turn to the mirror, running your hand along your flat stomach. No matter what you ate, you could never seem to keep the weight on. You had confided in a friend, after a few too many drinks, that you'd always fantasized about being bigger than you are. Around that time was when she, just as inebriated, let her own secret slip.
"To tell you to the truth, I'm actually a... Feeder."
She blushed hard, immediately knowing that what she'd said would change how you thought of her. She really did always seem invested in you eating enough, always making little comments about how you were practically wasting away. It made more sense now. That's when she pulled out the little glass vial.
"If you're serious about getting bigger, this is what you need. 3 drops on your tongue every morning, you won't be able to keep the weight off. I got it for my ex but she chickened out after she outgrew her favorite jeans."
You had taken the bottle, happily.
"Promise me one thing," your friend said, sipping her drink, "when you fill out a bit, call me. I've always thought a few extra pounds would suit you." A wink punctuated the statement, and just like that, the topic changed. Your mind never left that little amber vial for long though. It took a few days to work up the nerve, but you'd done it. You'd drank that sweet, pink syrup.
The sound of your stomach gurgling pulls you from the memory. A sharp pain hits you right in the gut and you start to think you've made a mistake. You've never been so hungry in your life.
You sprint for the fridge, quickly grabbing as much as you can. There's about half a cake sitting on the top shelf and you pick up a slice and start eating it without even thinking. The taste is incredible. Your mind melts. Every bite is somehow better than the last. You keep working through slice after slice as you lay more food across the table. By the time the cake runs out you've laid out an impressive spread for yourself. Brownies, ice cream, chocolate bars, cookies. Part of you thinks it's a feast fit for a king, but you recognize how haphazard it is, how disorganized, food piled high without rhyme or reason. It's a feast fit for a pig.
You keep eating. More and more food vanishes into you like a black hole. At some stage you realize that you can barely breathe, your belly strained against the button of your jeans. You undo the button and feel yourself spread, round, heavy tummy spilling into your lap. You're too busy gorging yourself to realize that your belly is soft and doughy, not stretched taught. And you're still so hungry.
Hours pass, you find yourself discarding your shirt, then your jeans, your bra, until you're sitting in your kitchen fully nude surrounded by empty ice cream tubs and shredded wrappers. You realize that you've managed to eat every last bite, there isn't a damn thing in the house worth eating.
You drag yourself to your feet and waddle to where you left your phone. You call your friend, beg her to come see you, and to bring as much food as she can carry.
"Jesus," she says under her breath when she finally sees you, swollen to an unbelievable size in such a short time, "you look... Amazing."
She lays a hand on you, and it sinks deep into your soft flesh.
"That stuff really does work, huh?" She grins, pulling more snacks from her bag, "you really have turned into such a fat little pig."
Can I just say how nothing beats snuggling/spooning a feedee? You can get close and explore all the softened parts of her expanding body that she’s worked so hard to get. Of course, you could rub your hands all over her rounded tummy, feel how deep her belly button has gotten as she gets bigger, as well as running your fingers over any stretch marks that have appeared over time, a reminder of her indulgences. There’s also the soft fat rolls on her side, and of course her thick thighs that have also plumped up nicely with the rest of her, you could also feel her soft breasts, which might sit so nicely on top of her tummy, always appreciating the soft, expanding curves of your feedee so gently, yet sensually. Squeezing and rubbing and massaging her expanding figure, being so appreciative of what a good feedee she’s been!
(If you like what I write, please let me know, I’d love to hear thoughts!)