#feedist fic

[sweetheart-cherie]

When a potions accident turns a mage into a bhm<3

(His Lady's Bounty on AO3)

[mortiskiller]

Pignapped

Content warning: Contains violent language, physical harm, non-consensual feedism and other acts. This is just a story, don't be weird.

A commission for @collegefatty10

He was on the way back to the car after grabbing a pizza. It was routine at this point in his life. Eating all day without regard to his ever-increasing weight had led to some interesting eating habits. A breakfast sandwich in the morning had become three sandwiches with hash browns and two doughnuts. Lunch steadily grew into a multi-hour affair with trips to multiple drive-thru visits, door dash orders, desk drawers filled with snacks, and not to mention a new habit of pre-gaming before dinner. Driving to get his pizza led to stopping for fries, or nuggets, or a combo meal, or all of that, before he picked up his next greasy calorie bomb. This routine made his day predictable, pigs are simple after all. The same places and employees watched him fatten from the low 300s to his heaving 430 pounds. Day after day, pound after pound he kept ordering more. As his waddle slowed, his gut hung lower and lower, his face getting red and sweaty from the 20-foot walk from the car to the pizzeria, he was an easy target.

I had seen him months before on a lunch break. My eyes shot open as saw a hanging lard pile of a man puff his way into McDonald’s. It was a passing horny thought that I would see him again, maybe add it to my mental bank of images and memories to jerk off to later. Yet, he kept coming to the same places again, and again, and again till it was too much to resist. I mapped out his route, timed him as ordered, and ate his feasts. Noted how he favored his right leg as he waddled, his arms struggling to carry the ever-increasing amount of food he ordered. As I watched him, I couldn't help but notice the way his right leg bore the brunt of his weight, the limp a constant reminder of his indulgent lifestyle. I wondered how long he had been living like this, how many times he had ordered a pizza and not once thought about the consequences. I knew he would be easy to take. Easy to keep docile, dumb, and growing.

I waited till the moon was just a sliver in the night sky outside his favorite pizzeria. Checking my watch, as it ticked over to 8:40 pm, his sedan pulled into the parking lot, the front driver’s side sitting low as my soon-to-be pet pig drove. I watched from my hiding spot as he struggled to haul his massive frame out of the driver's seat, grunting and wheezing with the effort. The scent of greasy pizza wafted through the air as he waddled towards the entrance, his heavy footfalls reverberating on the pavement.

Once he was safely inside i made my move, slipping silently into the shadows and following him at a distance. Inside, he placed his usual order - a large meat lover's pizza with extra cheese and a side of garlic knots. His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he paid for his meal, oblivious to the predator lurking in the darkness behind him.

As he turned to leave, I struck swiftly and silently, wrapping a thick cloth bag over his head. He struggled weakly for a moment before I pushed him back to the car. With ease, I kicked his right knee from the back and watched as he tumbled into the truck. His muffled moans of confusion and fear barely registering over the hum of the engine. He was mine now, another victim added to my collection.

I paused for a moment, considering my next move. He was a strange yet fascinating addition to my collection, and I relished the thought of having him under my control. I could see him squirming in the back, his heavy breathing and muffled cries a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor.

I parked the car in a secluded spot, away from any prying eyes. The moon now a hazy glow, bathing everything in a sickly light. I approached the car, opened the rear door, and lifted my newest prize out of the vehicle.

He was heavier than he looked, his bulk making it difficult for me to handle him. But I had experience, and I was patient. I carried him to a nearby abandoned warehouse, the cold metal of the hinges echoing as I pushed open the door.

Once inside, I placed him on a table, still wearing the cloth bag over his head.

"Hey, buddy," I cooed to the pig, my voice low and sinister. "You know, you're not going to like what's going to happen to you. I've got some pretty wicked plans for you. I'm going to fatten you up, relentlessly, until there's barely anything left of your dignity or self-esteem. You see, we're going to use you, and we're going to pleasure you in ways you can't even imagine."

The pig let out a soft grunt, the sounds muffled by the cloth bag still securing his head. I chuckle, a dark and twisted sound that reverberates through the cold, empty warehouse. Taking a step closer, my shoes scraped against the rough concrete floor.

"I've been collecting things like you for years," I whispered, running his hands over his captive's plump body. "I've come across so many of your kind, just like you, loving your comfort and your food. And I've had my way with them all. Oh, I've had so much fun, and you're next on my list."

As I approach the pig, who is still covered in the bag, he lets out a soft whimper and shakes his head, trying to free himself. His body wobbles with each attempt as he struggles against his bonds. Belly aching with his last meal the movement causes an unintended blech from beneath the bag. Swiftly, I remove the bag from the pig's head, revealing a face red, sweating, and fearful. The pig's eyes are wide and terrified as he stares up at me, taking in his new surroundings - cold concrete walls bare of any decoration, a king-sized bed next to a small bathroom, and a large full-body mirror.

"Look at you," I say with a hint of disgust mixed with fascination, "just look at what you've become."

"You know what you are now?" I ask quietly, “You are my plaything, a toy, a fat weak blubbery toy!” my digs deep into his belly hang, bringing a painful whine from the pig’s mouth.

"You are mine, completely and entirely," I continue, my voice growing menacing, "and I'm going to do whatever I want with you at my command." The pig tries to struggle again, but his movements are weak and pathetic. "Oh, but first things first," I say, walking over to the bed where I had left a set of handcuffs.

I restrained the pig on the bed, at once reluctant and terrified to yield to such volition.

"You'll get used to it, trust me," I say, my fingers tracing curious paths over his bulging form. "Maybe then you'll even enjoy it."

With the pig cuffed to the headboard and footboard, I began to study him, taking in every last curve and fold of his form. He looked so helpless and vulnerable like a lost child in desperate need of a firm hand to guide him.

Noticing the glaze that had settled over his eyes, I thought, 'Now we're getting somewhere.'

Methodically, I began to examine him as if he were an exotic creature, taking note of each flaw that had been revealed by my rough handling.

He would be my plaything, my plump and innocent pig. And I would use him, treat him, and abuse him in ways that would break him completely. I would fatten him up and weaken him until his body could no longer bear the weight of his own flesh. I would use every inch of this vulnerable creature, making him my own personal toy.

As I stood over him, watching him squirm pathetically on the bed, my mind raced with all the ways in which I could degrade him. My hands moved over his flesh, feeling him shake beneath my touch. I could feel the warmth of his skin, the softness of his fur, the weight of the fat that filled his body. It was all so delicious, so intoxicating, that I found myself growing hard at the thought of what I could do with him.

My fingers brushing feather-light against his skin, teasing him with every passing second. It was then that I decided upon the next part of his degradation. With a smirk playing on my lips, I retrieved a bucket from the floor, its contents sloshing against the sides with every move I made. It was filled to the brim with a half-gallon of lard-filled slop, designed to both fuel his growing hunger and make him feel even more vulnerable in his restraints.

As I drew closer, the pig let out a small whine, his eyes widening in fear and anticipation. He knew what was coming. I brought the bucket towards his mouth, and with a practiced hand, I tilted it so that the contents would flow easily. A funnel was inserted into his mouth, and with a cruel smirk, I watched as the slop began to pour down his throat, filling him to the brim.

End of Part 1.

[stevita]

Spooky WG stories for Spooky Season!

What's up, party people! Since October is upon us, I just thought I'd bring back some of my old spooky WG fics while I work on a new one! Some of these are from a while ago, but in case you didn't catch 'em or you're new here, I thought I'd compile them all in one place.

First for the free ones, so you know what you're getting into here at my flab-ulous festival of feedism:

Terms and Conditions (4.7k words, 2nd-person manipulated weight gain, identity death, cyber-dystopian elements): 'You' are an online scammer who's just picked the wrong genius to target. Little do you know, you're about to pay the price in pounds.

AO3 DeviantArt FantasyFeeder

Djinn, Smoke, and Lies (23.6k words, rapid magical WG, male and female WG, supernatural elements): Business and ambition bring a pair of career criminals to a sleepy rural town where the veil between worlds is thin, the forces at play have a taste for irony, and envy is just waiting to give new meaning to the phrase 'eat your heart out'...

AO3 DeviantArt FantasyFeeder

Wishes Three (5k words, rapid WG, male WG, reality bending): At the Wishing Well, Desiree serves more than just drinks. Tonight, it's the typical crowd. Hank, a bar regular, laments the deterioration of his marriage, despite his tireless efforts to maintain his fit physique to impress his wife. Rich, a downtrodden worker, clocks backbreaking hours but still struggles to even afford his lunch. And Jett, a failed actor, dreams of escaping his hum-drum hometown and making it big. How can Desiree use her special talents to solve the dilemmas of these three men?

AO3 DeviantArt FantasyFeeder

Cherry On Top (4.1k words, mindless/drugged WG, male WG, himbofication): Cherry Garcia may run an ice cream parlor, but she's anything but sweet. In fact, she's the classic example of a boss from Hell. Yet all the men fawn over her, and go gaga for her sweet treats...when disgruntled employee Candice finds out exactly why, will she put a stop to it? Or will personal motivations drive her to make an ally out of her adversary?

AO3 DeviantArt FantasyFeeder

Masterful Deceit (9.5k words, hypnosis, captivity, cannibalistic implications, monster of the week): Witcher fanfic. Geralt has to rescue Jaskier from vampires, who, naturally, fatten people up to eat them.

AO3 Fanfiction.Net

And now for the paid ones, in case you want to support me with a couple bucks, which is always appreciated <3 <3 <3

The Collaborateurs (12k words, forced magical weight gain, male and female weight gain): Dean has a secret. He loves fat girls. Unfortunately, his girlfriend Savannah is athletic, popular, and thin. Behind Savannah's back, Dean enlists the help of a witch to cast a spell that will make her gain. But he's about to learn that all magic comes at a price.

Patreon FantasyFeeder

A Hefty Heist (4.1k words, rapid magical WG, forcefemme, wedgie): Tanner thinks he's a pretty proficient burglar, but when he targets a haunted mansion, he's in for a BIG surprise.

Patreon FantasyFeeder

Happy reading, happy feeding, and happy screaming!

[honeyjaw-writes]

Title: The hand that feeds

Rating: M for some mild kink themes

Pairing: Male human/aquatic monster of ambiguous gender

Content warnings: Slight predator prey/vibes, feeding kink, language barrier

Other tags: Aquatic monster, monster referred to using it/its pronouns

Summary: A lowly lab assistant is tasked with feeding a creature that only he seems scared of.

A/N: OH MY GOD!! I finally write something to inaugurate this blog lmao. I wrote this at work while waiting for IT to help me set up a new computer, so this only lightly proofread. Still, hope you enjoy! Reblogs welcome. :)

Preview: Harris stood near the darkened pool, holding the bucket of fish in one hand. Black water lapped at the edge of the pool, the glow of the perimeter lighting sparkling along the undulating, uneven surface. 

Read on AO3.

Divider cred: @/saradika-graphics

[secretbigboylover]

Kinktober Day 1

Over Indulged 🤤

“I can’t believe I ate all of that.” Lina said.

Lina sat in a booth with her best friend Tiffany. They had gone to a greasy diner called The Fat Man after work. Originally just going for their traditional Friday Chips and Bitch session an advertisement on the menu caught her eye. It was an eating challenge that offered eternal glory as one of a handful to finish The Hefty Lumber Jack Special, a free t-shirt, and the most important part a free meal.

Lina didn’t think that much of it, the graphic design was cool and the Lumber Jack model was cute. Tiffany, however, thought it would be SO funny to try it. Of course, failing to finish the special would cost them $80, a price too high for Lina, but Tiffany promised to cover it. Eventually Tiffany convinced her and she ordered it. It started with a tower of pancakes almost as tall as Lina. Lina wasn’t a big girl; she managed to keep a lithe figure with a bi-weekly workout and a good metabolism. She was secretly a big eater. There were several foods that Lina just couldn’t get enough of and would gorge herself on if given the chance. Thankfully pancakes were one of those foods.

She dug in, not concerned at all that her friend just tricked her into eating a week’s worth of food. Pancake after pancake went down smoothly. Not too long after, the meat arrived. Four full plates of bacon, sausage, and ham were dropped onto the table. An additional three plates came out the hash-browns and scrambled eggs. Lina froze for just a second while she comprehended how much food there was. Her eyes shot daggers at Tiffany who was laughing at the amount of food. Lina wasn’t a quitter, and didn’t want to owe Tiffany $80, she kept on trucking.

With the pancakes down she was starting to feel her shirt getting tight. She could feel her stomach slowly puffing out from all the food. Lina groaned internally. This was going to take month in the gym to work off. She started on the hash-browns and scrambled next, saving the hardest part for last. They went down easy, but she was starting to get full. She had to stop to rub some of the discomfort out of her belly. A heavy food baby had already formed and would get bigger before the night was over. The belly rub felt good, almost too good to stop, but she dived back in.

The meat was the hard part. None of her friends would call her a big meat eater and honestly. She could soldier through it, but barely. She dug in deep and got grease over everything. Lina’s cheeks were covered in it. She feared she would never get the sent of bacon out of her hair, but she was so close to being done.

In the end she finished with only two minutes left. The small number of patrons there that night was enraptured by her display of gluttony and erupted into cheers when she finished. After she got her photo taken for the Wall of Glory she returned to her seat and slumped into it, hands already rubbing her belly.

“I can’t believe I ate all of that.” Lina said. “I can’t believe you convinced me to eat all that.”

          Tiffany giggled before joining in the belly rub. Lina let out a gasp at her friend’s sudden move, but soon was moaning in pleasure.

          “You did such a great job.” Tiffany said. “I’d love to see you do it again.”

          Lina blushed, shocked by how forward Tiffany was. Tiffany was staring at Lina’s bloated belly. She seemed enchanted by it. Lina’s heart skipped a beat.

          “I think I’d like doing it again.”

[bellaswellssmutfest]

Two new chapters just posted!!! Dirty, domme-y bondage for all!

Chapter 4: Safe

David can't keep running from this conversation, but that doesn't stop him trying. Stacey ties him up and straightens him out.

Chapter 5: Self Control

David learns he hasn't been alone these past two years, and decides not to waste another day living a half life. Stacey delights in playing with her favorite.

Rating: Mature 

[fiercefitfemme]

At your request, it would be magical to hear a more forceful tone. Your low, sultry voice is genuinely perfect for a commanding domme. One that brooks no argument and expects supplication, demanding every crumb be devoured and insisting that I make room for dessert. But, if I’m honest, just hearing your voice would be enough... 💗

Aw, this one's sweet AND spicy 😏

I'm always a bit hesitant about more forceful feedist scenarios and more likely to reblog someone else's than write my own 🤷‍♀️

So if you follow me and would like to read/hear more dominant/forceful stuffing scenarios, do let me know 😉

(comment, ask, anon)

[sweetheart-cherie]

Prompt: another Pitt crew member noticing/pointing out Langdon’s new belly/snacking habits at work! 💕 Hope everything is ok, sending love!

So what if I do!

Girl the family drama is dramaing but at least I have fictional fat men to keep me warm or whatever. No spoilers, just good old fashioned belly kink in an itty bitty bite of a blurb.

The nurses were talking, which was about as good a sign as you’d think it was.

Worse: they were speaking Tagalog again.

Disastrous: they were looking at him.

Frank puffed his cheeks and blew out a long breath, leaning on the desk so he could rock on the balls of his feet while he perused the board in a very normal fashion, thank you.

Princess was totally staring at him.

He cleared his throat, still staring at the board. “I don’t know, it’s a little early for cucumber-in-ass. How many hours until night shift comes in?”

The nurses exchanged a look before Perlah offered, “Three.”

Frank grimaced. “He’ll be okay.”

Princess leaned her chin in her hand. “Dr. Langdon?”

“Maybe staples-in-thigh?”

Perlah cleared her throat.

“What’s with all the stuff-in-body-parts today?”

“Frank!”

His gaze snapped to Princess, who’d stood up to give him the I know you’re willfully ignoring me look—which, to be fair, she was right. Nurses were always right. “Oh, hey, Princess. What’s up?”

Her head tipped to one side, brow raised. Frank felt the back of his neck warm. “You ate today.”

Slowly nodding, Frank deflected, “I’ve always eaten. Big fan. Five stars. Would recommend.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You had McDonald’s DoorDashed for lunch,” Perlah pointed out. “I saw.”

“I’m not the only one who—”

Princess feigned surprise. “Really? I saw him DoorDash McDonald’s for breakfast!”

“Today?”

“Yes!”

Heat flooded from Frank’s neck, down his back, and around the belly that was, admittedly, still working through the morning’s biscuits-and-hashbrowns and the afternoon’s chicken sandwich. He’d wolfed both meals down so fast that he didn’t really feel them, that they ran through him like a sprint to get out of him as fast as possible and, well…

He was already planning to cherry-pick an easy case so he had three minutes to run down to the vending machine by triage. Just for a Coke. Or something. Probably.

“This,” he sighed, trying to hide the way his voice shook behind a frustrated puff of air, “is a hostile work environment.”

He caught Princess’s gaze again, then, just as she quickly dropped her eyes from his face to where he leaned. Not his belly. Not a belly. He didn’t have a belly. Not here. It wasn’t him who had soft, pliable flesh that plumped over the edge of the desk, that faintly bounced underneath his thankfully baggy scrubs.

But how long’s that going to last, bud?

“I’m just saying,” she said, “it’s going somewhere.”