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any pronouns | taken 💜 | 18+ | feedism call me AJ :)

[es-draws]

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[biggwomen]

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[sweetandsofter]

Guysss what am I supposed to do when my totally platonic friend says feedee-coded things to me 😵‍💫

He’s a big athletic guy that likes to eat and I bake things to share with him sometimes which is all normal enough but like the other day he was a little drunk and telling someone about a pie I made for him a while ago and how amazing it was and how good it felt to eat it straight out of the pie tin… I swear there was an unusual intensity in his eyes and smile but maybe that’s just me projecting 😭

He kept like looking over to check my reaction while he was talking and I could not for the life of me maintain eye contact for more than two seconds at a time. And then he ended it by saying I was personally responsible for his slight weight gain and I felt my face heat up so fast I was so embarrassed 😳

Anyway he was probably just playing into a bit to make me laugh or something but this is not the first time he’s said stuff like this and lemme tell you I have not been able to stop thinking about it. Perhaps I need to be put down

[heavyheavycream]

here's a huuuge hucow commission i did for valentine's day, i'm very proud of it, enjoy !

i had so much fun exploring a new (albeit adjacent) kink, i'm usually so belly brained i forget boobs exist, and i was so fun squeezing them in that tiny bikini🍓

[greenwitchfeeder-deactivated202]

There’s something intoxicating about indulgence. The way pleasure can build, bite by bite, until it’s overwhelming. The way satisfaction isn’t just about hunger—it’s about desire, about surrender, about knowing that more is always within reach.

But I don't just want to watch you eat. I'm crafting an experience. It’s the way your eyes light up when I place your favorite treat in front of you, the slow, dreamy way they savor the first bite. I know what you crave before you do, teasing you with just a taste before offering more.

It’s the feeling of control, not in a way that restricts, but in a way that opens doors. “Just one more bite,” I murmur, knowing you’ll take three. Watching you melt into the pleasure of it, sighing happily as fullness sets in, knowing you trust me to push you just enough. To take care of you, to revel in your softness, to show you that more is always an option.

Because it’s not just about the food. It’s about what the food represents—pleasure without shame, indulgence without restraint, love without conditions. It’s about the intimacy of knowing your deepest desires and giving you exactly what you need.

Watching you grow, feeling your body change under my touch, knowing I'm responsible for it—it’s intoxicating. It’s powerful. It’s beautiful.

So go on. Take another bite. Let yourself have more. I’ll be right here, making sure you’re never left wanting.

[bigolbadblog]

thinking about a feeder who can maybe warp reality a little bit. were you actually this hungry before they said "you must be famished?" well, you certainly are now. maybe they're just really persuasive, maybe they're just making you notice something that was true all along, maybe something else is going on... but when you're stuffed and panting and moaning out loud about how you can't possibly take another bite, you just can't- they smile at you and murmur "oh, i'm sure you have room for dessert."

and you know what?

you do.

[xbearfeederx]

Pretend dieting is actually something that turns me on so much. like, complain to me about how you're gaining weight and think you're getting to fat. Tell me you're going on a diet and then whine about how you can't eat all the tasty foods you love and decline when I offer you sth just to then eat it anyways because you just can't help yourself. Show me how tight your clothes have gotten and point out all the parts of you that got fatter. Keep saying just one piece won't hurt or it's just a cheat day just so you'll end up getting even fatter. And when your pants don't wanna button anymore and the scale confirms your dieting didn't work, at all. I want you on the couch with a bucket of ice cream in boxer shorts and your tightest shirt crying about how you're just doomed to be a pathetic fatty because you're just so addicted to stuffing your face and can't resist any food offered to you or even near you.

[femmefeedist]

I'm just your overly excited, overly fed puppy getting so so excited for all the treats you just brought home - you know I'll be so so good and eat them all right out of your hand and lick the crumbs off of your fingers while desperately yelping with my big eyes looking up at you so so happily while my body wiggles with excitement and my mind goes entirely empty because I don't need to think anymore - I'll just be your good obedient little puppy and watch all these treats end up around my waist so everyone can see just how good I've been for you 🥹🥹🥹

[kallietell]

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You used to be so healthy, in such good shape. Now look at you.

God, you're such a pig.

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[fatgirlsarethebest1]

[fattndup]

when a girl turns a feeder boy into a chubby feedee <333

[natethefa2]

explaining things for my silly little mindless pig

sitting you down on my lap and patiently explaining to you exactly why you’re going to finish the rest of this family-sized sheet cake.

gently kissing your frosting-smeared cheeks as i spell out how daddy wants — no… needs you bigger. softer. heavier. fatter. how the only way to make that happen is to push yourself past your limits. to open wide and gorge for me till your eyelids feel heavy and your thoughts start to slow.

pinching your flabby hips while i remind you that this is your purpose. this is why you exist. your sole function in life is to store fat for daddy. to pad your thighs with lard for me to sink my fingers into and grow rolls so deep i can fuck them. this is all you’re good at, darling.

picking up another slice of cake and pointing out that this explanation is useless anyways. whether your eroded pigbrain understands your fate or not, you never had a say in the matter to begin with. even though you’re moaning and whimpering and begging to stop… so deliriously full that it hurts to breathe in… you will finish every last bite.

why? well, because i said so. and you belong to me 🥰

[allfattenedup]

Part of a wg story I found in my drafts:

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"If you'll let me, I'll make sure you never stop feeling like this," you whisper, suddenly tender, kneeling on the couch next to me, halfway to straddling.

"Like what?" I ask, voice rough with want as I look down. I've never been able to eat myself this big on my own. I've never even seen myself this big. My cheeks burn as I carefully feel the heavy sides of my new gut.

"On fire," you whisper, watching me explore what you've done to me. "Every nerve lit up.

"You're great, and this is..." My head falls back in pleasure against the back of the couch, hands pressed to either side of the belly that doesn't feel like mine. Heavy and full. So, so big. "..this is incredible. But if we keep doing this, I'm going to..." I bite my lip. The thought is hot. Too hot. Way way too hot, too dangerous. I can't let myself get swept away in it. "This was supposed to be a one-time thing," I protest half-heartedly.

"I know." You nod, sweetly massaging a roll, and I gasp, face crumpling in ecstasy. "And it can be... if you want it to." "No." The word comes out to my dismay, but I can't keep it in. This can't be the only time we do this. The thought of it slipping through my fingers makes my voice urgent. "No, please. Just... a little more."

"Okay," you coo, kissing down my cheek, my slightly soft jaw. "But you know that if you keep seeing me, you're going to get fat, right?" Your breath is so hot on my ear, and you nip at my earlobe. "You're going to get very... very fat."

My head spins. My belly throbs. I can't breathe. "...yes."

"Are you ready for that?"

I swallow, and decide to answer honestly. "I don't think so."

"But...?"

"But I don't care." The desperate need in my rough whisper alarms even me.

You lean forward and kiss my nose. We're so close, I can feel the heat of your body radiating into mine. "Thank you for being honest," you whisper, and your hand moves excruciatingly slowly from gently rubbing a roll, around to settle on the straining front of my belly, and you place your palm flat, slowly beginning to rub circles. "You don't have to worry. I'm taking care of you now. I'll make you nice and fat, and if you get embarrassed, I'll make you feel good. Okay?”

“Okay.” I gasp, arching up what little I can into your hand.

“And if you get nervous - about how fast you’re changing, or any of it - I’ll just push a nice treat past those lips and you’ll remember you’re my docile little fat pet. Won’t you?”

“Yes.” "We'll get you a nice heavy belly," you promise, sliding the rest of the way onto my lap, sharing it with the gut you've already started to put on me, and drag over the bag of chocolates. "Don't you worry."

[sometimescozy]

brat taming by way of stuffing treats into their mouth whenever they backtalk. repeat until brat's tummy is softened and their mouth instinctively opens at the sound of crinkling food wrappers

[encouraging-growth]

Pouty twink to a porky pig is such a lovely transformation to witness. A pretty face plumped up into chipmunk cheeks and a double-chin. A tight little bottom turned into soft, curvy hips and a thick, wobbly ass. A nice set of abs covered by a big, round belly that jiggles with every step--not that he takes very many steps anymore. Besides waddling to the fridge and back, he spends most of his days stuffing his tubby face while his lover stuffs him from behind, keeping him full and spoiled and lazy so he keeps growing bigger and fatter and heavier by the day

[verytinybun]

"Embarrassingly fat" is the mood of the day. Feeling your face flush as you feel eyes watching your overhang wobble from your too-small shirt, hearing people whisper about how huge you are. Your cheeks hot pink as you make a last-ditch attempt to pull your shirt down, only to have it spring back up, cool air breezing over your exposed belly hang.

[greenlotusleaf]

I'm going to sweet-talk you into getting pregnant.

I'll dangle my lover in front of you, enticing you. So beautiful, so strong! Wouldn't you like me to share? Wouldn't you like to feel them for yourself? What about... all the way inside? I'll flirt and tease and beguile, winding you up with lust until you relent-- no, until you beg-- for the pretty cock that will change your body and your life forever.

Once your fate is sealed, I really begin to have my fun. I'm always touching you, caressing your belly as it ripens, reminding you of how big you're getting. I'll bring you every treat you crave, but I'll start to tease you as you plump up. Aww, can't button your pants? Let's try again, I'll help, you can't possibly be too fat for these *already*, can you?

I'll brag about my sex life with my lover, but I'll stop bringing them around to play with you. After all, you're simply too big for their tastes these days, the way you're ballooning up. Maybe after, if you lose all that baby weight, but at the rate you've been putting it on.... You know, last night when they bent me over, they said it reminded them of when they took you from behind. But I guess that was before your hips were so wide and your ass was so fat.

But I'll be sweet and caring, of course. I'll bring you prenatal vitamins, something to make sure your milk comes in early and strong. I'll massage your bloated tits for you, kneading you until you're a leaking mess. My, from this close, you can really see how much they've grown. See, next to my perky little breasts? Weren't you about the same size, a little while back? God, they look heavy. Maybe I'll take your broad, brown nipples into my mouth, tasting you, like my lover did when they were small and pink and cute.

I'll love seeing you bigger every day. I'll caress you, give you the attention you can't get anywhere else. It's so hot, the way you're getting so fucking huge, stretch marks vivid on your heavy belly. Maybe I'll get you off, if you ask me nicely, reaching down under your swollen belly to soothe your fire. You miss this kind of touch? You wish you could still get attention from the one who knocked you up, the one who did this to you? Oh, baby, isn't that what you're getting from me?

I think that, even after it's over, even after you've seen me play every card in my hand... I could still talk you into it all over again. Am I right?