This content contains first person partner perspective feeding reader for people 18+ so of course there are elements of
weight gain
power fantasy
humiliation
forced weight gain
extreme weight gain
rapid weight gain
general sexual and kink shit
(if there’s anything you guys think I should add let me know, this is my first nsfw type of story with this content)
If you don’t like obviously don’t like this type of content feel free to not read!
God you are so fat. It’s honestly ridiculous that you’ve shoved so much food in your face that we’ve ended up here. I mean didn’t you think to yourself back maybe when your flabby belly ended up bursting the button on that blouse of yours that maybe it’s time to stop? Or how about when you would plop your fat ass down in your little chair, or at least it’s little TO YOU. Especially since when you were struggling to get out of it, your love handles spilling over the edges of your armrests meanwhile your overinflated ass would be under them thus leaving you wedged there. Huffing and puffing as you tried to get out but eventually you got too tired. So I had to help you by doing the one thing that I know would help. I fed you. You’re whining, begging me to stop because “I’m so fat already” but oh honey we are WAYYY past that point.
Only obese greedy pigs stuff their face until your cheeks start to get so fat they make your lips pucker. Your skin stretches like taffy as more and more fat is stuffed into your once tiny frame. I’m just adding a little to the damage you’ve already done, then a little more, and more after that. I want you so big, but most of all I love the expression you make when I feed you. It’s a mixture of fear from knowing how much I’m about to stuff into your extended ass and compliance due to being a complete slave to food, and as much as your body horrifies you, you just can’t ignore the roaring of your gut as it demands food like a thoughtless cow.
Today we’re here however because your greed and gluttony has seemingly stuffed you into our kitchen’s doorway. Luckily for you I was nice enough as your partner to go to the store and grab just enough snacks for you to almost POP! Or at least…I think it’s not too much. I guess we’ll just have to find out!
“Hun please this isn’t the time to feed me!-” I cut you off from your cute whining as I start stuffing your face with the greasy garbage we got from a couple of fast food places before coming home. You tried to say you didn’t need all of this but just like a good partner should, I talked you into getting more to put in the fridge for later. First came the chicken, moaning through bites, you try telling me to slow down but before you even have the chance I shoved piece after piece into your gaping maw. Already the creaking of the threads on your shirt start to creak along with the sound of snapping seams coming from the sides of your pants.
Your Sagging middle starts to groan as it gets heavier and heavier with each morsel that passes through your lips. Soon come the greasy burgers, you try to keep your mouth shut as you attempt to push and wiggle out of the doorway. Your growing ass helps you stay wedged within the frame as it blows up behind. You struggle, feeling every part of you jiggle more with each passing second, your mind racing as it fights with itself in deciding whether to sit and just let yourself feel like a water balloon filling up or to continue to attempt to somehow get yourself out of this mess before your partner makes you break the doorway.
I love every minute of it, your moaning, your struggling, the look you give me as if you try to tell me you’ve had enough as I continue to push you past your limits. Suddenly your seemingly futile attempts seem to work as you pop yourself out of the doorway. Oh my gosh you can finally get some release from the frame crushing your hips. You go to push yourself up but the doughy digits called fingers can’t even brush the floor. Your arms resembled Christmas hams as even they were so overinflated you struggled to bend properly.
I continue to embarrass you by touching you. Jiggling your stomach, pinching your thick triple chin. I whisper in your ear as my hand sinks into your ginormous hefty breast as I fondle you from outside of your clothes. Your shirt begins to resemble a bra as your legs are propped up on your waterbed frame. “You know you don’t want me to actually stop, how about you open up for me now princess.” with a final whine you open your mouth as I stuff you with some fries, your stomach spreading across the floor continuing to puff up with the rest of your fattening body.
Austin has been mysteriously gaining worrying amounts of weight since entering college. After hitting 300 pounds, he tries to go to class.
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Austin rubbed his belly as he walked into the dorm washroom, already bothered by the chafing of his thighs.
Austin stood on the scale for a moment, stepping off when he heard a beep, he looked down. 300. 300 pounds.
How was that possible?
Austin had been a tall, fit and lean 140 pounds when he first came to college. It had only been about a year, and now, at 20 years old, Austin is 300 pounds. He had no idea how it happened! He hadn't been eating differently, he still walked to class everyday (even though that was getting more and more difficult), and before he hit 260 about a month ago he had been going to the gym as regularly as he had since he turned 16.
His roommate, Kell, told him I was probably just because of the college life, it was draining, they didn't have alot of money for healthy foods and alot of it was probably just stress weight. Austin thought the weight was supposed to go away once the stress left, but apparently not. It stuck to him like glue. Dripping off of him in large rolls that only continued to get larger.
He had a double chin now, it was just beginning to show, but I was constantly there now. His cheeks were always a bright pink, he was exhausted from hauling around his blubber all day. This much weight this fast was not normal.
His arms bulged out, forced away from him by his quickly growing tits. His stomach bulged past his chest, soft as ever. You'd never even know Austin had ever had any muscle to him with the way his softness swayed and slapped against itself.
His lower half was his least favourite. It had taken the brunt of the weight, far exceeding his other body parts, feminizing him on a humiliating way. His ass was larger than any chair the college had, he had no choice but to sit in the ones with no arms, but that caused his ass to droop over the edges. His thighs tenderly touched in the middle, constantly rubbing and quickly splitting the seams of every pair of jeans he bought. He soon gave up, buying sweatpants 3 sizes bigger than needed every time he shopped, knowing he'd fill them out sooner or later.
It seemed today was that day.
He pulled them over his knees, only to be met with resistance half way up his thighs. His thigh rolls had gotten thicker, ass flabbier. Already out of breath, Austin began to wiggle his body slowly inside of the pants, and finally, after 2 minutes of his belly swaying like a pendulum, he got them up.
He sat down, or rather flopped, on the bed beside him. He was winded. He would definitely be late for class I'd he didn't get a move on. He placed a thick hand onto his chest, trying to slow his heartbeat.
The biggest shirt he had was still tight, and today it was even worse. The shirt clung to ever roll he had, accentuating his belly button, the rest of his apron couldn't be contained, however, falling over his waistband in a delicious muffin top shape.
The sleeves felt like they were cutting off his circulation, but, trying his best to ignore it, Austin threw a sweater on top, only to find it didn't really come close to zipping. Great. He battled with his shoes for another 5 minutes before finally beginning the trek to class.
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Kell walked slightly ahead, trying his best to keep pace with Austin. But he was so slow now it was getting difficult to do so, Austin could tell. He hid his face in his warm, camo green scarf, not only trying to get a little warmer, but also to hide his heavy breathing.
"Anyway, that's what Jason said, so, you're invited too, obviously," Kell continued on talking, but, try as he might, Austin just couldn't pay attention. His shirt was unbearably tight, rubbing across his nipples just right, the combination of the cold and the chafing made them both hard as pebbles.
He felt it in his thighs too, while he was mostly chilly in the autumn air, his thighs were on fire. Burning from the long walk and from the much too tight sweatpants. He tried his best to cover it up, but he was very flushed and bothered. He was sure he'd be standing at full attention if his belly werent in the way.
Arriving to class, (only slightly late, lucky for them) Austin began to make his way to the back, where he always sat, away from the prying eyes of his classmates. It rarely ever worked. The girls in the class gawked at him every time. They couldn't believe he was still getting bigger. I mean, he has to realize he huge, right? He should just put the food down, right? He was so hot when he first got here! Long, curly blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes. Cheekbones and a wonderful jawline. His features had been covered in multiple layers of pudge now. He wasn't just fat at this point, and it would be concerning if it wasn't so funny to watch him struggle into class every week.
"Watch it, lardass," A boy beside him said sternly as Austin's ass almost knocked his books off the table. "Sorry," Austin muttered quietly, shuffling to his desk a bit faster.
He approached his chair, and today, it looked startlingly small. He braced himself against the edge of his desk, trying his best to lower himself slowly and carefully onto the shitty plastic. When he felt his cheeks touch the chair, he eased up, slowly leaning back, and.
Nope.
This couldn't be happening.
First, he heard a creak, then a crack, then he felt unstable, and then the entire class went quiet as his blubbery ass hit the floor.
For a second, there was silence. Then a chuckle, then raucous laughter. Austin's fat cheeks heated up, burning red hot as he was laughed at. He didn't dare move. He made eye contact with Kell. He gave Austin a look of pity
WHEW. This took me a lot longer to write than I anticipated because I got kind of stuck near the end (just like a certain fatass lawyer in this one, hehe) but YEAH. Wow! Hope you guys like gay lawyer feeder/feedee relationships!
A little scene (nsfw) between a female feeder and male feedee as they make love, teasing one another, and more. Hopefully some fun dialogue too. Enjoy!
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‘I don’t remember this being so hard.’ He huffed above her in the bed.
‘It’s those last ten pounds.’ She winked up at him. ‘And that sheet cake every night.’
‘Gotta have my treats.’ He defended himself, and continued to thrust.
‘Evidently.’ She grinned back up at him, and felt his eyes all over her body once more.
‘How about you start admitting it now?’ Her hands were on his thickened love handles as she asked. ‘You’re struggling to stop.’
His cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Partly at the accusation, and partly because it was true.
‘I can lose this belly whenever I want.’ He shook it into her, and carried on with his hips.
'You sure?' Her eyebrows raised. ‘Even when I’m still around?'
‘Yes.’ He stuck out his tongue playfully at her and tickled her sides. ‘And trynna make me rounder too!’
But whilst they both laughed, she knew that look on his face.
He was starting to tire.
And as if on cue, he ground to a halt above her, breathing heavily, and had to roll over onto his back for some air. And she didn’t need more of an invite to get up on top.
‘Oops.’ She giggled, patting his belly with a wry smile as she took up her seat. ‘Got a lil’ too addicted to my cooking, didn’tcha big boy?’ She queried, as her hips began to put him to task.
‘F***ck!’ A pleasured moan escaped his lips as she tightened her grip on him.
‘No, it’s not that,’ he began to protest, but his hands on her body revealed it wasn't so.
‘And all this sex on tap.’ She quipped further, and slapped at his heavy gut. ‘Is it any wonder you grew a lil’ fat?' She winked at him playfully, and shot him her best puppy dog eyes.
The indignity of it.
Her sheer arrogance.
And that fact that he had been bettered at his own game.
He just couldn’t stand this.
And so somehow, he managed to summon the strength from somewhere to lift them both clean up off the bed, and her off of him in the process too, before flipping her over onto her front unsubtly and moving swiftly to grab at her hips. He was moving fast for a big boy right now, his belly now on her back, and his all back inside her.
‘Feel that?’ He pulled a little at her hair as he asked; his weight beginning to squeeze the air out of her lungs and her body being squeezed tighter into the mattress with eahc thrust. ‘Like that, don’t you?’ His voice was now at a low growl by her ear, his greedy thrusts teasing her, as his teeth grazed softly at her cheek, before his lips locked onto her neck.
She somehow managed to turn her head a little to one side and come up for air.
‘Don’t you?’ He asked again, smacking lightly at the side of her thigh as he kept working her with his belly and thighs.
‘Mmmm, you’re so cocky.’ She did her best to hide her sly grin, as she bit a little at the pillow by her face. ‘I’m gonna love seeing that when your pants don’t fit.’ She gyrated her hips back up into him and eased a slight gasp of pure pleasure from his lips.
‘You’ll just buy me more.’ He grabbed her ass determinedly, continuing to thrust as he bit at her ear. ‘Won’t you?’
He was enjoying himself, she could tell. Throwing that weight around, like he was in charge.
‘Mail order.’ She quipped, teasing him with her hand, as she clamped onto him tighter still.
‘Such a kinky little Miss.’ His lips were back at the base of her neck. ‘Just look what you made me do to myself.’ He kissed uncontrollably at her back. ‘You just knew I couldn’t stop.’
‘Oops.’ She tried to feign her innocence, but there was clearly a fair share of blame to lay at her door. 'Nothing little ‘bout you any more is there honey?’ She glanced back and fired him a sly smile.
‘Another forty pounds on me,’ he teased her back now. ‘And I’m gonna put you right through this bed!’
‘Bring it.’ She gyrated her hips back up into him again, and drew them both in a little closer to getting there too.
He was so mesmerised by her in that moment, he just couldn’t stop himself. All he wanted was more. All. The. Time.
‘You’re gonna cook me more after this.’ He commanded - as it wasn’t a question to be asked, and grabbed at her ass to confirm so. ‘Aren’t you?’ He pulled a little harder on her shoulders for more purchase as he asked, and got himself the perfect angle to persist with his haul.
‘Yes!’ She moaned a little, letting herself edge a little closer, as she felt him throbbing between her thighs. ‘I'm gettin’ so good at your portion control baby.’ She bit at the pillow, as his weight kept barreling into her like heavy waves hitting the shore.
‘Can you feel it?’ He asked, his lips back hurriedly by her ear.
‘God yes!’ She moaned, unable to see his face, but sensing that wide smile.
‘Good girrrhhl.’ He began to lose it inside her. ‘You’re such a good little feeder girl.’ He grabbed her thigh as he came.
‘Yes!’ She moaned, biting at the pillow again, answering his call, and coming just in time for his overfed body to collapse on her back.
And after a few blissful moments like that, their bodies still intertwined and tingling, he finally rolled over and gave her some air.
‘Good,’ he said, reaching his head across slightly to kiss the side of her cheek. ‘For a moment there,’ he continued, his hand now squeezing greedily again at her ass. ‘I thought you’d forgot who’s in control.’
She did her best to restrain herself in that moment; until she had had her chance to feed him some more that night too.
‘Of your weight?’ She asked - innocently enough - but failing to hide her widening smirk, as she rolled over onto her side to face him too now.
‘Yes.’ He kissed her lovingly on the lips.
‘Oh boy!’ She said, still grinning at him, as their mouths parted, and she grabbed his belly and gave it a shake with her hand. ‘I think someone really needs to step on the scales.’
Was a bit silent for a few days as I was away on a con trip with a friend but I made this little sketch of M.inato and E.lizabeth before I left because my heart loves them too much. 🥺
Need to remember to draw stretch marks more often! 😩
a wg trope i wish id see more of is getting fat on purpose explicitly out of rebellion... like maybe you casually gain just a little bit of weight and then you start getting nagged by family members that you're "getting chunky" or "putting on a belly" or "youre at the age where you might need to start watching your waistline" and you're like, oh? you think *this* is fat? i can get bigger than this. i'll show you a "belly." sure, i'll start watching my waistline— the other direction. so you make it a goal to plump up as much as possible before next year's reuinion you're so much bigger (maybe to hit home the point even more, you wear the same sweater that was oversized when you were "chunky" - but now clings to your every fold and keeps riding up your belly overhang). the comments are more direct that year because people don't mind saying them when they see you scarfing down several dozen servings, wheezing each time you lumber back from the buffet, a plate piled high on one hand and your other hand pulling up your too-tight pants (forced down by your gut, which, with every waddling step, bounced a little lower out of the bottom of your sweater). the comments are more direct, too: "you Need to start watching what you eat," "take it easy on the sweets, kiddo, those pants are lookin' tight on you,""what happened to you?," and, of course,"holy shit, you got fat!". and you just keep eating. and then maybe your partner announces they think "we should put you on a diet" but you know you *have* been on a diet, a diet of your own design and by your own desires: a high-fat, high-carb, high-protein, high-everything diet, and youve loved the results. to humor them you pretend you're onboard, but eating practically nothing all day, and then letting your hunger out in massive, tens-of-calorie binges before you fall asleep actually slows your metabolism down even *more,* making you gain exponentially, with bright red stretch marks to rub it in. youre over 350 pounds now after a year of dieting and binging. you expected to be chastised even more at the next reunion, but when nobody says anything (except some whispers and eyebrows among themselves) you realize something: you're not just someone who got fat... youre fat now. as a descriptor. a fat person. the fat cousin. the fatty. they see how much you've gained over the past few years, and it cements it: gaining weight so constantly and so quickly over these past few years, it seems like getting fatter from here is just inevitable for you and that theres no point to try to stop you....
youre probably one of my favorite fat kink artists, could i ask you to name some of your faves tho? im looking for blogs to follow and i get absolutely nothing from how broken the tumblr search is!
Thank you! It always makes me really happy to hear that people like what I draw!!!!!!
I’ll see how many of these actually tag the person so lets go
@chubberbaria
-really cute boys, good soff, a lot of content like the kind i draw
@squorgle
-Excellent soff and stuffed boys
@pineapplepandakun
-Very good chub boys, would smooch
@oodlezsinbin
-Very cute artstyle with very cute boys
@big-n-fun
-cute artstyle and good soft
@moxiebox
-lots of cute fanart softs
@plushierkitty
-very cute and soft boys
@meerneko
-colorful and fun artstyle with good chub girls and chub boys
@doodlydooter (it won’t tag for some reason)
-cute artstyle with both chub girls and chub boys
@catchubs (it won’t tag for some reason ahhhh)
-cute stuffing and chub art
I think that’s like 10 blogs? i think i can count lmao
I tried to put in blogs that i felt were a bit more unknown so i hope you find some new people to follow!
amandla
turnnoffyourmind
kianamaiart
