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Feedist Kinktober: Siren Song / House Pet

Edited by my Patron of the Arts

Script here , Kofi

This was really fun to make! I really like teasing people with my voice, but I've never made something quite so involved!

[jawwtin]

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Taste of Your Own Medicine - POV Feedism Audio

Ahhh the feeder to feedee pipeline. It's a classic! If any more of us go down it, it could burst 🤭 Here's an audio where I talk to you about how that change must be feeling, and all the thrills that have opened up to you.

This is inspired by someone very special on tumblr who is experiencing that for themselves~ 😏

Script below the cut! 💖

It's honestly not too surprising, when you think about it. Your switch to the more indulgent side... Being a feeder comes so naturally to you.

The love of all things fat woven into everything you say, the wicked teasing, as well as the compassionate adoration. Your words, like honey, thick and sweet, as they drizzle through the brain. Paired with some gorgeous photos, you produced a siren spell, that captured so many people. Despite their best restraints, they ended up on your shores all the same - hungry, and eager.

Except, there's one person you never expected to capture. You.

You've never lied, in all your encouragements and teasing, you speak the truth in what you say. It *does* feel amazing to give in, and now you're not informing people of that experience, you're living it yourself. You wanted to know what it was like to live that truth. Eating what you love, when you love, in whatever way you love. And as you do, all your encouragement comes flooding back in your head, every time you give in to the other side of things.

You wonder about just how many times you've articulated to people that they'll be happier fatter, as you squeeze a not-too-old pair of gym shorts up your thighs and over your ass. You feel such a buzz, as the leg openings pinch you, and the tight elastic of the waistband makes your soft stomach swell out over the top. You're already taking up more space in the world. You feel happy.

You settle yourself down on your bed, sinking in to your mattress for a very relaxing evening, and think about your desire for hand-feeding someone else slices of pizza and beer. It flashes through your mind, as you yourself put an empty box and empty bottles to one side, giving your round belly a rub.

You lie back, and think about the time you expressed a want for a cute fatty to lick your spatula clean, as you currently polish off an entire batch of chocolate-chip cookies you baked earlier on.

It's been a very thrilling, and filling time for you, and the realisation settles in, as all the food in your stomach settles down. This is not a one-off thing. How could you leave it at just this? There are so many things you want to try, so many more things you once told others to try. If anything, with all that feeder knowledge, you're an expert on gluttony, on indulgence... and now, you can't wait to put it all into practice, on yourself.

Despite being full, your mind wanders to what you're going to eat tomorrow. As you drift away into a soft sleep, your hand idly, subconsciously caresses your belly.

[likebreadandwine]

encouragement audio round-up

since it's been more than a year since I recorded the first of these, I thought I would round up all the audios I've recorded, from short and sweet tastes of encouragement to comforting reassurance to the latest, luxurious, 5-minute musing on pleasure and indulgence inspired by the holidays.

grab yourself a snack and settle in! 🍕🍟🍩🍪🍰

we agreed you’d eat until I said you’re done (1:14)

you're doing so well. just a few more bites... (1:12)

I want you to keep eating (0:40)

you need to eat (reassurance for someone struggling with restrictive eating) (3:35)

when you want something, you have it (holiday special!) (4:49)

you can always find my audios under the tag #alice encourages which is linked in my pinned post.

please feel free in the replies to share other creators whose audios you enjoy!

[mortiskiller]

ASMR Teasing and Praising After a Stuffing

@ihatemakingusernames and I had a magical stuffing session last weekend, my gut was so tight she was amazed. Between eating a pan of brownies and chugging a half gallon of milk, I was beached.

Enjoy a snippet of her praising and teasing me while she helped soothe my aching gut. I was close to a food coma and in pain!

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Send us some asks if you want to hear more of these!

[goodboyeatlots]

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Your Bratty Feedee is Only Controlled Through Food

I had so much fun recording this little rp. You are my feeder, it’s evening, and we’re having a little disagreement about dinner. This is the first ever audio like this I’ve recorded. It’s a two-parter! I mean, it is all squished together into one part, but there’s a pretty clear tone change as I recorded during two separate sessions. In part one, I’m a total brat, and a hungry one at that. In part two, I am stuffed to the gills. In real life. Listening back, I’m a little annoyed at how I was acting in the beginning, but it’s okay because you pay me back for being a brat by giving me exactly what I deserve.  I try to throw my weight around but it’s pretty obvious who’s really in control once my belly is full. Gender neutral pronouns. Enjoy~

[mortiskiller]

A companion piece, the feeder perspective to a story by @thefoolandthehermit and I. Make sure to read them both!

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It was a short drive to the dispensary, maybe thirty minutes round trip, enough time for the groceries I ordered to be ready for pick up. As I pulled into the driveway, the kitchen light caught my attention. “Silly girl must be hungry after last night.” I thought, grabbing the groceries, every bag bulging with ingredients and treats for my voluptuous growing girl. 

The sound of me opening the door stopped her dead in the hall. Thick round and heavy ass cheeks stretched a pair of pink panties to their limits, a drooping pair of love handles covered the waistband of her oh so small panties. 

“Princess.” I addressed her, she knew to turn around. Thick pillar-like legs that touched to her calves shifted her jiggling bulk around. A light red spread over her plump peach shaped cheeks as she looked at me, hands filled with a half gallon of chocolate milk and two cold slices of pizza. “You know you’re not supposed to be on your feet today, remember?” 

As she chewed on her pizza the sudden realization of our deal came back to her.  Today my lardy princess was not supposed to move a muscle besides to eat or use the bathroom. A whole day of being pampered, being lazy, being indulgent. The light red of her cheeks deepened as she realized her mistake. Placing the bags in the kitchen as she finished her pizza and chugged half the milk, my hands gliding over her wide seat filling hips, squeezing her hips as her legs buckle slightly and a breathy moan escapes from between lips still glistening with milky chocolate. I steer her like a cow grazing in a pasture, she knows she as no choice in the matter, it's not like the 400 plus pound princess can protest anyway. 

She has been talking about this day all week. A day off work and a day for me to remind her that she was my feedee. My growing, thickening, cow. 

I spin her around and sit her down onto the couch, aiming for the dent her sixty five inch hips have catered into it. Her belly and tits jiggle as she falls into the dent, the usual chorus of creaking wood and grating metal greeting her prodigious bulk. 

“The couch could not break anymore.” she said looking at me with a slight hope she was not too big. A slight smile crossed my face as I kissed her forehead, “We’ll see…”. 

In a short time the coffee table in front of her is filled end to end with the bounty of the grocery store. Bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, and her favorite, a heaping mound of chicken and waffles. Her eyes look to be fucking the food as her tongue licks plump lips, her chubby hands and sausage fingers rub a gut that spills across her thighs and on to her knees. I could see she wanted to leap off the couch and kiss me, like she did 200 pounds ago, but instead her loving eyes drew me to sit down as her favorite bong was pressed into her pudgy belly. Her hips flowed into my side, warm plush fat sending a shiver up my spine. 

Over the next hour I took turns bringing the bong to her lips and shoving in forkfuls of food as the weed dulled her sense of time and space. My plan was to get her so high she loses all control and gives in completely to me. Each bite is followed by a deep hit of the bong. No exhaling, just swallowing and chewing. 

As the last bite of waffle passed her sticky lips, her groans and gentle moos filled the living room. In just under an hour my SSBBW cow had finished a breakfast big enough for a family of five and smoked two grams of weed. Eyes closed, leaned back into her ass groove, as her hands rubbed and kneaded her tight belly. She was so lost in the stuffing she did not notice me grab her vape pen. Loaded inside was a new flavor of high potency THC, just what I needed to make her mine for the day. A fuzzy headed cow mooing for more food. 

The cold metal of the pen touched her lips, “Take a hit now.”. Her lips curl around the tip, inhaling deeply as she takes a large hit. I can tell the weed is hitting her hard. Her eyes open wide as the effects take hold. What little hold on reality she had is slipping. Her hands gripped her bulging upper belly as greed took over. In a matter of minutes she is begging for more food. 

Bag of chips and candy, plates of grilled cheese and bowls of soup, half a dozen boosts disappear into her cavernous gut as the weed keeps her fuzzy and greedy. 

Rubbing her belly as she chugs the last boost, I marvel at her size. Her belly is so tight and firm, but the lower belly rolls are soft as butter, spreading over her thighs like an avalanche of creamy stretch mark covered blubber. I take time to massage her taut belly, kneading it to compact all the food down so her weed addled brain thinks she is hungry again. A roaring blech brings her back to some semblance of reality as I continue making room for her to eat. “Daddy, is it lunch time?”. She asks through barely opened eyes blurry and red from the immense amount of THC pulsing around her body. I chuckle slightly thinking that she thinks hours have flown by, instead of the two since her breakfast feeding session. It's barely past ten in the morning. 

As my hands push gas out of her our, both ends of her showing the effects of eating ten thousand calories in three hours, I lean into her yielding form and whisper, “You need more, baby. You're not ready yet. I need you so much fatter. More fuzzy brained, more obedient.”. I bring the pen back to her lips and leave it there till she takes a deep, long, hard hit. My other hand snakes between her thighs, I feel them wiggle and squeeze my hand. “Is my cow getting hungry and horny?” thick warm honied words fill her ear. She takes another deep hit of the pen. "That's it, get nice and dumb piggy. Just how I like you." Taking the pen away her head falls back as she moans and moos, she always does this when her brain is soaked in weed, arousal, and dopamine from being fed. 

I take my time to grope her fattening body, licking and kissing each stretch mark, tasting her mouth and the flavors of her meals. The oven dings to let me know the pan of brownies is done. As I bring the warm, gooey and heavy pan laden with enough butter, sugar, and chocolate to kill a normal person, her mouth is hanging open. I see my opening and start shoving in hunks of brownie by the handful. She doesn't resist, just a dumb smile between bites as she paws at her FUPA and thighs. Just how I like her, stuffed and so horny she is an eating machine. 

The last handful I scrape out of the pan and into her mouth brings a rumble for her stomach. I can feel her belly shake as it begs for more food. The piggy's belly wants more. Such a deeply arousing moment for a feeder brings a grunt from my mouth. "Such a perv." she laughs and I smirk at her. 

"Says the half naked fatty, eating and smoking whatever I give her." a familiar crimson shoots across her cheeks. My hands pull her thighs apart, causing her gut to drop between her legs. A gasp rips out of her mouth followed by a deep throaty moan as the full force of her obesity hits her. She is quiet after that. 

This continued for hours. Between naps to settle her stomach and give me time to prepare meal after meal, she was an absolute blimp by the end of the night. The appetite enhancers, shakes, weed, and mountains of food had rendered her immobile on the couch, at least until she could sleep for 24 hours. When I would use the bathroom or run to the pantry for something, her sweaty wheezing face would show me the futile attempts to move. 

She was too high, too fat, dependent on whatever I wanted to do next. After today, her body would convert this gluttony into new heavy immobilizing fat. Hanging sheets of lard that would make it easier and easier to feed her into a couch locked sow that could only eat, smoke, and groan. She lies there clutching her gravid looking belly, soothing it like a heavily pregnant woman, instead of a morbidly obese whale. As the food settled into her stomach, mixing and churning, every minute I could see her body struggle to hold the thirty thousand calories into her gut. 

The rocking back and forth of her hips told me she was unbearably horny. Under her hanging gut and hefty FUPA I can almost hear her genitals begging to be used. 

As I stood in the kitchen getting her dessert ready, a loud crack followed by her yelling for Daddy. I ran over to her looking over the immensity of her body, she had broken the couch and the splinters were under her ass. The sow was sitting on the floor! 

"I told you you'd break it.." I say standing at the door way chuckling.  "Look at you,  whiney and dumb. Bet you don't even understand that it was your fat ass that's broken the couch". She  shakes her head, then slowly realizes it was her beluga sized ass and gut that broke it.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. Please help me up, please!. I want to go to the bedroom! I want you to touch me!" she pleads as her flabby arms wave and beg for me to lift her up. Leaning over her, rubbing circles around her navel and holding a box of jelly donuts, her eyes see the dozen fried sugar bombs and her gut growls again.

"You're not going anywhere my sweet." I flip the box open and without hesitation shove a jelly filled donut sloppily into her mouth. My hand covers her mouth, making sure she can't even think about not swallowing the whole thing. She was so insatiable,her eating sounded like a fucking orgy. Wet squelching of her fat lips coated in thick layers of jelly and pastry, her moans from a packed mouth of fried dough and sugar, the high pitched screams as she pawed her hidden genitals. 

So focused on eating and taking the next doughnut whole, she failed to notice me spreading her legs, nibbling the soft sensitive flesh of her thighs. 

"More! Please!" she pleads and her words are met, another donut shoved into her mouth as I suck her buried clit. "Fuck!" muffled by pastry and lust comes from her lips. Her clit leaked into my mouth, I could swear it tasted like icing. 

"Cum on my face baby, you can cum as much as you want, you just have to keep eating." I say bringing another doughnut to her lips. Once the two donuts were gone there was little reprieve for her clit and her belly. I could tell the fast pace and force of the feeding was making her stuffed again and this was only donut three of twelve. Her  thighs tensing around my head let me know a second orgasm was ripping through her body.

Parting her legs, I kissed her deeply, "Keep eating princess, I promise if you finish it all Daddy will make you feel so good. I'll make sure I breed you nice and deep." my hand slaps her churning screaming gut and a belch loudly followed by a pained moan with hints of arousal.

I giggle at her "There's my growing girl. Now, have another donut. I'm not done with you and I won't be for a while-"

[mortiskiller]

Live Streamed Gluttony

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An idea @ihatemakingusernames and I came up with, definitely doing this in the future 🥵

In this audio @ihatemakingusernames is celebrating me hitting 400 with a live steam of her feeding me and eating her out for hours. Enjoy!

[mortiskiller]

2 Weeks and 60 Pounds

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Based on conversations with @ihatemakingusernames. BTW I was so fucking high and this was my post nut fantasy lol

Two mutual gainers agree to stay within 20 pounds of each other, but one starts to fall behind. I wonder how they help them catch up.