#dogboy feedism

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I just feel like I deserve to be the pet of two super busy flatmates, with completely different work schedules so that they rarely bump into each other, and if they do, they're always too tired to talk

Both of them think it's their job to feed me, and the other's job to take me out for a walk. Neither of them can understand why I'm getting so fat🥰

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Feedist Kinktober, Day 1 - Farmer's Market

Content: puppyboy, feeding, stuffing

It was puppy's favourite day of the month. The last Sunday of every month - farmer's market day. Max let his owner help him get out of the car, and as soon as his feet hit the grass below him, his tail was wagging. 

Gone were the days where he would run about from stall to stall, dragging his owner behind him eagerly. He was a little... slower, than that, now. But with his great big smile, and the determination with which he still plodded over to the stalls, it was obvious to anybody that he was still as excited as the first time he visited. 

By the time he and his owner had got to the first stall, he was starting to run out of breath. Fortunately, Angie had recently started bringing a sturdy bench to put by the side of her stall, just for him. Whether Angie's stall was his favourite because of her fresh doughnuts, or whether it was because he relished being Angie's favourite customer, was impossible to tell.

As soon as his ass hit the wood, Angie left her assistant to the running of the stall and came over to scratch him behind the ears and shove a still-warm cinnamon sugared doughnut between his lips.

"Ohh good boy! Hello! I've missed you!" She cooed, as he obediently gobbled down her pastry.

Her hand came down to fondle his belly where it was spreading out over his thighs, a couple of inches out of his t-shirt.

"You're wearing the same t-shirt as last month - haven't you grown big since I last saw you!" He just hummed in delight around his mouthful as she fondled his love handles. "Don't you have anything bigger to wear?"

"It's his favourite t-shirt," his owner spoke up, pinching his cheek playfully. "I told him if he kept sneaking into the treats cupboard he would grow out of it, but he didn't pay me any mind."

"Aww, is someone a greedy puppy?" Angie cooed at Max, giving his big belly a few good pats.

"Speaking of..." His owner said, before ordering a big box of doughnuts to take home. 

Once they'd finished up at Angie's, and Max had caught his breath, Max's owner helped him up off the bench and they went on to other stalls. 

Max was adored at the farmer's market - nearly every food stall beckoned him over with generous "tasters" while his owner bought up treats to last the week (if he could stop Max eating his way through it nonstop). Max's belly gurgled away digesting doughnuts, flaky pastries, plates of cheeses, overflowing hog roast sandwiches, milkshakes, chocolates.

And he was always being stopped for pets from stall holders and customers alike. Some would tickle his tummy, some would grab his love handles, some liked to pinch him lightly at the double chin. And everyone gushed and told him what a good boy he was, though they all quietly marvelled at how greedy he was.

By the time they had visited every stall on the list, Max was exhausted. Whining pathetically, his waddle showed to a shuffle, as he cradled his stuffed tummy and tried not to jostle it.

Eventually, they got back to the car. His owner helped him up, strapped him in, and before they even pulled out of the car park, a gentle snore filled the car. That was enough excitement and walking for a month.

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Pleeeaassee I just wanna be my girlfriend's overfed pet 🥺 I want her to stand there and defend herself against accusations that I'm too fat and she must be feeding me too many treats or not taking me for enough walks, while I sit at her feet and snack, oblivious to the arguments

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In Between

Ummmm dog boy stuff. Bit of degradation? Being treated like a plaything. Hopefully that covers it. I don't know what to tag or describe this as I just literally can't get this scene out of my head when my girlfriend fucks me.

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I'm laying over your lap, licking donut icing off my fingers while you rub my gurgling tummy, when your friend arrives. You'd told her you had a pet, but she wasn't expecting me.

"Sit up," you tell me, and I obey, hoping for another treat.

You stroke my love handles and gesture for your friend to sit down next to you on the sofa.

"How've you been? It's been too long," you're saying to her, but she's staring at me, eyes flicking down repeatedly to my belly. You realise where her attention is. "It's okay, he doesn't bite. Here, let him sit in your lap, he's super docile. Doesn't fidget or anything."

"Um... sure," she says, and you pass me over to her.

I lean back into her, making sure she can reach my head and my tummy if she wants to stroke me. She makes a huff of strain when my butt lands on her, and she places her hands on my hips, just where my too-small t-shirt comes down to.

"He's, um, really heavy. Are they meant to get this big?"

"Sure, he's clearly happy, look at him," you reach over and pat my belly, jiggling it. I whimper as the movement disturbs my digestion, but I'm smiling at the attention. I love being played with.

"Are you sure you're not feeding him too much? He's so much larger than any pet I've seen."

My mouth waters as she says this, thinking of all the treats I hope to get fed next. You're the best owner, and never ever let me get hungry.

"Don't be silly. His diet's perfectly fine, he just got a little chubby because he has bad knees and doesn't get to walk very far. Anyway, I think he's much cuter with a big round belly. Give it a stroke, isn't he soft?"

I whine hearing you praise me. Your friend reaches further around me and strokes my belly.

"And, he's so cute when you play with his chest. Go on, grab him and see what he does."

She reaches a hand up and cups one of my breasts, running her thumb over the nipple. I whimper and writhe, pushing back more into her lap. She lets out a delighted laugh at my reaction.

"You're right, he sure is cute. I don't know how you have him on your lap all day though, he's killing my legs." She slaps the side of my thigh. "Off now, be a good boy."

I rush to do as I'm told, sliding off her knee and sitting between you and her on the sofa.

"Good boy," you say, and as I preen, you pull out another donut for me to gobble. "This is to keep you quiet while we talk now, okay?"

I nod and tuck in, entering my own world as you and your friend catch up on either side of me. As the afternoon goes on, and you bring more treats to my lips, her hands find their way back to my belly, petting me as she chats. When I run out of treats, she pulls me down to lay my lead on her lap and she strokes my hair and tickles my chin until I fall asleep.

I whine and pout when she starts to leave, but you provide a bar of chocolate and I quieten down.

"Until next time," she says, rubbing my tummy, but I don't look up from my food, and then she's gone.

"Weren't you a good boy for her," you coo over me, giving my belly a gentle slap. "How about we get you dinner?"