#findom feeder

[princess-whimsy]

Who Am I? 🍰

Who am I, you ask?

Well, consider yourself lucky, because I'm about to let you know I'm the meanest feeder on Tumblr.

I don't care what other feeders may think.

I don't care because I know who I am, and I know how much I care about who I choose to feed and who I choose to turn My attention to.

My divine attention

My bountiful attention

Just imagine if all that attention could be on you, that attention turned to your growing body, that attention paid so closely to your ever expanding waistline, that attention that you seek, that you crave, that you need from Me.

That fine, fine attention...

You want it

You need it

You crave it

So greedy, so helpless.

it's almost like you're addicted to that attention.

And that's exactly why I don't have to care what anybody else thinks, because you are already under My spell, and you already crave that attention.

So why not take the plunge? Break the tension of the water and jump right in.

I'm more than happy to accommodate your growing body...

[princess-whimsy]

Get fatter and grovel for girls on the internet, loser.

[princess-whimsy]

Helpless, Hungry, and Mine

Oh, look at you…

Squirming. Needy. Pathetic.

I know exactly what you want. What you need. You don’t just crave food—you crave giving. Giving until there’s nothing left. Stuffing yourself while draining your wallet for me. That’s what you were made for, isn’t it?

Say it. Say it out loud.

"I exist to feast and fund."

Mmm, good. My obedient little pig. The more you give, the more you grow, and that’s exactly what I want. More of you. More of your money. More of your submission.

You can’t stop, can you?

One bite turns into ten.

One tribute turns into everything.

One taste of my control, and you’re mine forever.

You’re addicted. Conditioned. Every time you hear me say “Send, pig.”, your fingers twitch. Your heart races. You need to obey. That’s because I own your impulses now. I own your hunger. I own your spending.

And you love it.

The bigger you get, the smaller your control. The less you have, the more you need me. That’s why you keep coming back. That’s why you can’t say no. Because I’ve trained you.

Now, prove yourself. Tribute and feast. Make me proud. You know you want to.

[princess-whimsy]

You Exist to Serve and Grow for Me

Mmm, look at you. Helpless. Weak. Desperate to please Me. Every single bite, every single dollar—it all belongs to Me. You don’t need control. That’s what I’m here for.

That wallet? Mine.

That belly? Mine.

Every last inch of you? MINE.

You love giving in, don’t you? You love feeling powerless while I take more. More money. More control. More of you. And you’ll keep growing, won’t you? Swelling with indulgence, with gluttony, because that’s what I want.

Open up. Stuff yourself while you drain your wallet for Me. Every bite, every calorie, every dollar is proof of your devotion. And you love proving yourself to Me.

The bigger you get, the more you’ll crave My attention. The more you’ll need Me to tell you what a good, greedy piggy you are. And if you want to keep hearing it, you know what to do. Tribute. Gorge. Submit. It’s the only thing you’re good for.

Now, be a good pig and send. I want to watch you grow while you give Me everything.