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sticky's stats: | sub | feeder/FA | afab queer | single
My Gender: she/her to most, I'm a butch lesbian. He/him in bedroom settings with partners only. They/them is acceptable but I don't really use it tbh.
My Sexuality: I have a preference for all fat bodies (except cis men) and feedism is the biggest part of attraction for me.
Likes: Feedism, BDSM, findom, stuffing, gaining weight on purpose, belly rubs, growing out of clothes, intox feedism, soft feedism, playful teasing, size difference, laziness, hedonism, gluttony, death feedism, humiliation, liquid bloating, restraints
Dislikes: inflation, pregnancy, blob/immobility, scat/piss, age play, ABDL, vore,
IRL: I'm 5'1" with buzzed brown hair & eyes. I'm a lil chubby but not quite small fat (yet?). I have fair skin with olive undertones and freckles. I have 8 ear piercings and a gap between my front teeth. My gender performance is pretty much just butch nowadays with heart shaped silver jewelry. I've always worked in food service and agriculture and I'm really passionate about food justice and feeding people in general. I'm from the US (sadly).
Dating Criteria:
I feel dumb for making a list but whatever
Between two years younger and five years older than me (20 - 27)
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
(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?"
Bea rubs gently at the same spot she'd poked. She can see Mina wavering. Poor thing probably can't even sort out all the pain and all the pleasure right now. Bea helps her out, rubbing a little more deeply.
Mina lets out a low, weak burp and a huff of air, squirming under Bea's hands. Her belly feels tight and pert underneath the pudge, but in Bea's expert opinion, she still has room. She'll have more room soon. Bea massages a firm, gentle circle right where her touch makes Mina wince, and is rewarded with another belch.
"You know, you wouldn't get this gassy if you didn't scarf your food like that. You training for the hot dog contest or something? It wouldn't kill you to slow down." Despite the words, she's smiling down at Mina.
"Ughh. Can't help it," Mina mumbles. "S'just... So good... I mean, fuck, have you tasted your own cooking?"
"Uh, yeah." Bea pats her own, much larger belly with her free hand. "Does it show?"
Mina giggles, then interrupts herself with another burp. It catches her off guard, coming out deep and loud through her already-open mouth. She blushes furiously, clamping a hand over her mouth.
"Hey, hey, you're good," Bea reassures her, still rubbing at her swollen belly. "That was good. Just makes more room for dessert, right?"
"Dessert?" The word practically comes out as a whimper.
"Dessert," Bea confirms with a grin. "Did I forget to mention the chocolate torte?"
Mina moans, closing her eyes.
"C'mon. Forty-five minutes in the oven, fifteen minutes to cool. I think you can work up a bit more appetite by then, yeah?"
Mina swallows. She's still uncertain, but Bea can see the lust in her eyes. "Dark chocolate?" She asks, hesitantly.
Bea chuckles. "Of course it's dark chocolate. I know what you like, princess." That makes Mina melt.
"Fuck," she whispers. "Okay."
"Okay?" Bea teases her, massaging her belly with both hands now. "I spend all day slaving away in the kitchen just for you, I rub away your bellyache once you've stuffed yourself stupid, I offer you your favorite dessert on top of it all, and all you have to say is okay?"
The teasing brings out the brat in Mina, just like Bea knew it would. "What do you- hic!- what do you want me to say?" She snaps.
"Good question," Bea muses. "What do I want you to say?" She finds a tight spot in Mina's stomach and presses inwards, bringing up a rumbling belch. She grins as Mina flushes again. It's so cute how she still thinks she needs to be embarrassed. "Now that's a good start. Say it again."
"Wh- burping? You want me to burp again?"
"Eh, I guess you don't have to." Bea takes her hands off Mina's gut, shrugging. "You could always just hold it in. You're not uncomfortable or anything, are you?"
Mina groans, grabbing clumsily at Bea's hands. She must be feeling a little better - she even manages to lean forwards by practically a whole inch. She collapses back as soon as she has hold of Bea, pulling her hands to her belly. "Bastard," she pants. "You want me to burp that bad, keep rubbing."
"Sorry, what was that?" Bea asks innocently, her hands perfectly still.
"Ngh... keep rubbing, please, ma'am."
"Oh, good. That's what I thought you said." Bea goes back to working slow, deliberate circles over the crest of Mina's stomach, watching her reactions avidly. "While we're at it, what was that you were telling me about dessert?"
"I said... o...kay..."
"Uh-huh. You know, you've done well tonight." She can tell it's not the response Mina was expecting. Mina had been baiting her, expecting another backlash. But Bea can't help it - Mina is just so adorable when she's thrown off balance. Bea smiles. "Your appetite really is growing. I remember when you couldn't even make it through half a plate. But tonight... oh, you've been incredible. Do you even know how much you've eaten?"
Mina shakes her head slowly, as if transfixed.
"Use your words, princess," Bea chides her, pressing just a little harder. "You know how much you've eaten?"
"N- urp!- no..."
"Good thing I've been paying attention, then. Why don't I jog your memory a little, hm?
"I started you out on a charcuterie platter while I finished up with the pasta. I think the grapes were your favorite, yeah? They sure vanished quick enough." She fondles the lower curve of Mina's belly, making her moan. "But then again, you hit the manchego and apricot jam pretty hard too. I'll be honest, I was worried you weren't going to have room left for dinner, eating like that. But that's just because I was still thinking about the old you." Bea eases her hands higher, cupping Mina's tits. She loves how sensitive they are, how even thumbing over the fabric of Mina's bodice makes her gasp and squirm. "You're a growing girl now. And growing girls eat.
"So you ate. You ate through two whole servings of my broccoli fettuccine alfredo before the sauce even had time to stiffen. I like that. Good to know my cooking's being appreciated at its best. But no wonder you feel a bit achy, going that fast. Poor baby. It'll feel better once you relax." As if to prove her point, Mina belches again, not even bothering to cover her mouth this time.
Bea smiles. "Oh, and the salad on the side, of course. Mm, and there might have been a glass or two of red, but who's keeping track? You handle your drink so much better now that you've finally started eating like you mean it. You were so hungry tonight. I like that, too. The way you ate... Fuck, you've got an appetite on you now. It's been driving me wild.”
Mina is soaking up the praise now, hanging on Bea's every word. Bea thinks she's ready for a subject change.
"But all of that..." Bea pats Mina's belly lightly. "Got a bit same-y, didn't it? I mean, I'm not humble, but even with food as good as mine, you can only take so much savory before you start wanting something sweet."
Mina moans something that might be agreement, and might just be a moan. Bea has definitely found the sweet spot on her belly.
"So. What were you telling me about that dark chocolate torte?"
"I... ourrpp... I wan'..."
"Enunciate, baby." Bea bounces Mina's belly from underneath, making her hiccup and moan again. "What do you want?"
"I want dessert!" Once released, the plea seems as involuntary as the burping. "Please, ma'am, I want- I want it-"
"There's a good girl." Bea leans in to kiss just above her budding breasts, still keeping up the belly rubs. "It'll be good for you. God, I can't wait to see how these grow... Jesus, and your hips, too. And this..." Her touch on Mina's belly is heavy, possessive. She can feel how well the sweet little thing has relaxed since she began the massage. She'll be ready for more soon, Bea knows it.
"Unh..." Mina is enjoying the kisses, not to mention the praise, but there's clearly still something else on her mind. "Aren'tcha... don't you have a torte to go put in the oven...?"
Bea checks her watch, then looks up at Mina with a grin. "Don't worry. It's been in for twenty minutes already.”
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 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
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.
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.
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.
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!)
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