#feed bag

[wowzawitch]

Gastronauts, IS my favourite cooking show, right now and possibly ever.

[trooperst-3v3]

Finally got that turbolaser cannon to stop firing.

Cooper the gunner had been snacking at his post again. He dropped some pretzel sticks in the console that got lodged in there real good and left the "fire" button jammed in the "on" position. Nothing a pair of tweezers and a hand-held vacuum couldn't fix.

Have limited Cooper's snacking privileges, though. From now on, he either goes to the break room to eat, or he wears a feed bag like a horse to prevent damage-causing crumbs from falling on the computers.

[photozoi]

“Well, Hello there! Who have we here?”

[angelx1992]

[doomspaniels]

SOMEbody pulled down the empty feed bags to look into the blue one that smelled familiar.

So pleased with herself! Look at that tail blur!

Sadly, this one was not filled with pre-shredded catalog scraps.

[voidingintotheshout]

Feed Bag (Chub-o-Ween Prompt 6-4-1)

Feed Bag, 2020.10.06

Prompt: 6-4-1: A Horror Movie Villain (6) in a Fairytale Setting (4), Making a Guy Gain 10 Pounds (1).

Cookies. It had all started with cookies. Anything to get my blood sugar up after his feeding. After all, I was his little feed bag.

We met at a local pub, out in the wildlands on the edges of The Kingdom, a couple of months ago, when I was about ten pounds leaner. He was smoldering, dangerous. We fooled around a little bit, usually after he had been very generous with the alcohol after meeting for libations. It was after the second meeting when I invited him into my place that it started happening.

I thought I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming! I could’ve sworn though, that while I was half-asleep my boyfriend grew some fangs and started to draw blood.

It was a couple of weeks in when I started to be aware enough that I woke up in the middle of one of his feedings and he admitted it! “That’s the thing babe. I’m never going to drain so much of your blood that I’m going to kill you. You’re not gonna turn into a vampire like me, not unless you want to.“ He said smirking. “I just need to feed. It’s just the nature of this curse. What do you get out of this? A hot, well-to-do generous boyfriend who will, of course, get you anything you want as a way to get your strength up after one of my little feedings. I promise they won’t be too often.“

What can I say? I was having a dry spell. Very soon he was taking me out to the kinds of restaurants that I would never be able to afford on my own and he would order me anything on the menu. Always a lot of food with iron in it, obviously, but otherwise I could have anything I wanted. He never ate anything but I rationalized this because he had fed on me earlier so he obviously had already eaten.

Over time, I started to develop what he would call my “blood belly.“ The softer I got, the more turned on he was. He said it made my blood taste better. I don’t know, I just liked being pampered. I could just sit around, being lazy and eating whatever I wanted and he was totally fine with that, as long as I made my blood available.

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I really don’t mind. I’ve only put on a couple of pounds at this point but the high-fat diet and the constantly reduced blood flow has made me pretty lethargic lately, so I mostly just sit in bed. It occurred to me last night that I should probably tell him to maybe cut out the feedings a little bit because I’m starting to feel really out of it but, whatever. He’s going to be bringing me some great stuff from The King’s personal chef in a little while and I wouldn’t want to seem ungrateful.

[shiftythrifting]

[hippography]

Feed bag.

Source: Journal of the United States Cavalry Association, Volume 23, July 1912 - May 1913.