#cnc feedism

[marmalade-draws]

Heaven Sent / Brainwashed

I combined the first two days of prompts from Fatguarddog's 2025 Feedist Kinktober list for some fun dark feedism. I definitely can't do all 31 prompts, but it's great for inspo. I'm excited to see what everyone else comes up with!

[mortiskiller]

As we end 2025, here is a story for anyone planning a New Year's resolution about weight loss. A feedee decides to lose weight, stop over eating, and lead an active lifestyle except their feeder has a different idea. Contains diet sabotage and non-consensual gaining.

Title: New Year, New You

December 31st, 2025

Coming to terms with wanting to lose weight after years as feedee was difficult, without the support of Alex, my feeder and wife, I would still be binging and overeating until 2 am most nights. When tying my shoes was getting hard, panting just from bending down I told her I needed to stop. Healthy eating, regular exercise, an active lifestyle, the whole deal. She listened, heard me out, and agreed. “I understand. I care about you, sincerely. I think it's time I did some self care too.” 

I went to sleep that night not stuffed to bursting for the first time in weeks. 

January 1st, 2026

It was the smell of bacon fat that woke me. Crackling and frying up mushrooms, eggs, slathered over crisp toast. My mouth was watering before my eyes were open. The growl in my stomach forced my eyes open. Sounds of music mixing with her angelic voice. 

Walking out to the kitchen I saw her, bra and panties straining to contain her body. Seeing her hips flowed out and stretched the fabric perfectly tight. Her breasts sat so heavily above a flowing belly with the lower heft filling out the front of the panties. Straps digging gently into her softened shoulders, my eyes barely registered what was cooking. 

“Oh, hey! Come sit down, I made breakfast.” Hips swaying back and forth as she went back to singing. Sitting down I saw coffee and muffins already laid out, out of habit I was half a muffin deep when she put down a plate. The plate was the size of a hub cap! Filled to the edges with fried eggs, half a pound of bacon, beans, mushrooms, a half dozen sausage links, half a loaf of thickly buttered toast, tomato slices. “Since you are losing weight, I wanted to give you one last day of being a little glutton.” As she spoke her hands worked their way down my breasts and belly. “Because I will miss all of this.” One hand lifted my gut while the other stroked me over my briefs. “Enjoy big boy.” A deep kiss lands on my lips, and she slides over a pitcher of orange juice. 

It took an hour of eating to get it all down, it sat like a ball of lead and made my stomach ache. I barely made it to the couch before passing out while she rubbed my swollen abdomen. “Relax honey, take a little nap while I bake some snacks.” 

A few hours later

I woke up to smells again, butter and chocolate filled my nostrils, fuck I was still so full but I could feel the rumble building inside. Stretching my arms I went to stand and felt how bloated I still was, another attempt let out a massive deep wet belch. “Perfect timing! I just finished the cookies!” 

She came into view holding a tray of steaming chocolate peanut butter cookies, a half dozen fluffy soft cookies stared back at me. Rubbing my ny sides the breakfast was still heavy in my gut, how could she think I could eat this much. As she placed the tray on my upper gut, another belch escaped, “Excuse me.” I said half hearted still groggy from the nap and breakfast. 

“Don't worry baby, you know I love when you act like a piglet.” She pushed my hands away and started to rub and circle my gut, soothing it as she scattered kisses around. Finding sensitive tender skin with her lips, feeling her breasts rest in my lap as my hips bucked. “Making you horny is so cute, go on have a cookie. I spent a lot of time making them for you.” 

I hesitated. The tray felt heavy on my gut, pushing a warmth into my muscles relaxing then slightly. She could sense my hesitation. A firm slap to my right side let out a belch and a moan, fuck she knows my body so well. 

Grabbing a cookie I could feel the heft, packed with butter, sugar, peanut butter, and a hershey kiss still soft in the middle. The first bite fell apart in my mouth, dense and moist, she always makes the best cookies. Savoring the taste, it slid down my throat and I could feel it filling my stomach. My head fell back, half finished cookie in my hand. The kisses stopped as I felt my briefs being pulled down, “Lift your hips babe.” Her voice was soft but firm, I was being told what to do. I obeyed, I was too full to fight back. Even stuffed I was half hard, she knew it and started licking the tip of my cock, “Take another bite and I will keep going.” Groaning, I shoved the other half in, her lips gently moved over the tip of my cock, her hands kept rubbing and patting my sides. 

As the cookie went down, I hesitated again. She stopped, a wet pop as moved away. “You stop, I stop.” It was all I needed to let go and do what I had done best over the last three years, let her make me feel good while I eat. Double fisting cookies I could barely breathe with her sucking me off. Grunts, moans, gasping for breath while shoving more cookies in as fast as I can. I could feel my skin stretching with each bite, fuck it hurt and I needed more, her tongue and mouth kept me on edge for what felt like an hour. As I orgasmed filling her mouth, crumbs flew from mine as the orgasm rocked me. 

Barely able to keep my eyes open she slowly cleaned me, wiping crumbs and cum off my body. All I could focus on was my shallow breathing and the radiating pain from my stomach. My whole abdomen felt stuffed and packed full, a deep breath would have been excruciating. 

Rubbing my belly, I closed my eyes to find some relief. Time has no meaning when all you can feel are pounds of food digesting just below the surface. Gurgling screams came from my stomach as every inch was struggling to handle how much I had packed into it. The clinking of a glass brought me back, in front of my eyes she was mixing a glass of her famous chocolate milk. Eight ounces of heavy cream, four ounces of whole milk, four tablespoons of sugar, and enough chocolate syrup to cover a family sized sundae. 

“Open up baby, you need some milk to wash down those cookies.” I tried to resist but it was no use, even if I had the energy I could barely shift my weight let alone protest. 

What is one last day of indulgence before I start my new routine? 

The milk was thick enough to slide into each crack as she tipped the glass to my lips, one hand keeping a steady flow down my throat as the other rubbed soothing circles on my gut. Each shallow filled in another few cracks left by breakfast and the cookies, I could feel it settling and the feeling of being utterly packed full rushed over me. 

“That's it, you can work this off tomorrow.” She kissed my milk stained lips as I passed out. Tomorrow I will work all this off. 

December 31st, 2026

Most days the rumbling in my stomach woke me, a deep trembling growl that she could hear a room away. What time was it? Struggling to roll over, throwing a ham hock arm over to gain momentum you see a 12:35 pm in small red digits. Fuck, I slept through noon again. What day was it? 

Before I could think too much the door opened lighting in bright soft light, her silhouette left me stunned as always. Her hips swayed and jiggled as she towered over my prone form. “How are you feeling after your year of “healthy living "?” Before I could answer a swift poke above my navel let loose a wet belch that took my breath away. Panting from the exertion of the forced burp and hunger gnawing at me. 

“Poor thing, you must be exhausted from all this working out and active lifestyle. I wonder what an impact that has had?” 

Infrequent gym visits and walks float hazily in my mind. I tried, I really did! It was hard when she cooked so much and always knew where to put her hands or lips to make me weak. How long has it been since I left the house? A week? Maybe a month? 

Her hands started rolling me around before I knew what was happening. I got so slow and docile this year, one of my goals was to be able to run a mile without stopping and now I am so full and hungry at the same time I could not even stop her. “Come on, up and Adam!” 

Using my limited muscle mass to help, I ended up sitting on the edge of the bed. My gut hung between my legs, thighs spread wide apart. My back ached just sitting here having to feel my gut’s mass. Her nimble hands intertwined with my sausage fingers, even my hands have gotten massive! 

After a minute of grunting I stood up and saw the livestock scale on the floor a few feet away, the wireless display at eye level on a dresser. “Step up honey, let's see what has changed this year.” My throat felt tight, I knew it was going to be bad. 400? Maybe 450? Was just shy of 350 last year but I could feel how heavy my body felt standing. The sweat trickling down my back and pooling in my back rolls. She sensed my hesitation, a slap to my ass forced me forward. 

The display blinked. Four thin red lines blinking again and again. My eyes went wide at the sight of the numbers. “528?!” My voice was weak and almost a whimper. 

“Did you think I would let you lose weight?” Her words were hot in my ear. “You look so good when you let go and gain for me, so I made it easy for you. All your favorite meals every gym day. Oral every time you felt full and could not eat another bite.” The feeling of skin against my body made my knees shake. “You sabotaged me?” My voice quivering, 180 pounds in a year! 

“Did I force anything down your throat? No. All I did was put food in front of a greedy fat man and watched as he ate. Maybe I helped things along by leaving snacks around, adding appetite stims to your pre-work out drinks. But every pound of this is yours.” 

My mind was blank, staring at the bright red numbers, 528. Before I could speak my gut spoke for me. Another deep cry to be fed, it was 15 minutes awake and not a crumb was in it. I turned to face her. Naked, panting, sweating, and realize she did this out of love. “Babe, can you make me some breakfast?” 

A wide smile spread over her face, “Of course honey, why don't you get back in bed and I will bring it in.” 

[eatdeepfriedgrits]

I would commit crimes just to be your feeder on your West Coast business trips. 🫣

If the crime is kidnapping me and returning me 100 pounds heavier, okay.