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@bigger-and-rounder
Hi. I’m a 20-something transmasc feedist (mostly feeder). No minors please, no transphobes either. I am TAKEN.
(CW) Stuff you might see on this blog:
- Feedism/Belly kink/gaining
- Dark feedist themes
- BDSM
- Forcefem and forcemasc
- Intox
- Somno
- Praise and degradation
- Dubcon and CNC scenarios
- Petplay and monsterfucking
Things you won’t see on this blog:
- ABDL/ageplay/etc
- Anything scat/piss/emeto
- Vore (except in rare cases)
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I am DESPERATE to bully a feedee to the point of tears to watch them eat there emotions away. Turn them into a sloppy shut in NEET desperate for my attention, because who else would look their way? Constant humiliation, berating and voyeurism to the point that they are too scared to step foot outside the house. This would only be the first step to shaping my feedee to my liking.
Weight progression of an incredibly overfed umbreon
heavy puppy,,,,
I want to take such good care of you that you won't even notice how much weight you're gaining. With you constantly having your mouth full of delicious treats and being stoned, you won't have time to worry about how big you're getting.
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Be the fat chud you’re always meant to be
It should scare you how much I want to clasp my grasp with both hands around your throat, keeping you in your soft swollen state completely unable to change a thing about how fat you're getting. How massive I'll make you no matter what.
You'll grow so fast it'll slow you down, meticulous with how you'll have to plan each and every flabby footstep. Impossible to miss you anymore with how far & wide your belly juts out. Forcing your legs apart, a rounded rippling reverberating if you go to catch your heavy breath too hard. Like the ways I've deviously placed every last domino, to compound each pound to this very moment. Where you find yourself grown so hefty and large, you have to cry out for help.
Only for me to show up with more, don't worry too much little doll... I'll see to ALL your needs. I'll make sure your butt grows so big it demands enough room with every seat. You'll hardly be able to walk but when you will I'll know exactly where you are given how hard the house shakes after helping you up.
You're going to get so fat & flabby for me, you will turn into my living breathing plushie toy unable to contain the words "no more" in favor of your next overstuffing. It'll feel so good you'll change every fibre of your being as it softens you up from the inside out.
Try to run, I dare you! You'll just collapse in a heap knowing full well I'll be right there to put all the flabbier pieces back together where they belong.
Not being able to reach properly to masturbate is actually so so so so so fucking hot. Like the gluttony you’ve brought on yourself is now the same reason why you can’t reach over that soft gut and it’s so good. It’s like those old myths and tales of how one’s greed can come back to bite you in a much more hedonistic horny way. Its poetic and hot and I love it
Fat dumbification is so hot. Like yes think less, eat more, sit constantly. You are meant to be a obese dumb gooner so sit back, consume, and listen to your calling
Unwilling kidnapping victim who wakes up blindfolded in the basement butt naked except for paw mittens on their hands and feet, an ear headband and a strap-on tail. They’re cuffed, so all they can do is shuffle across the floor calling out and trembling until their captor comes in. They can’t see them, so they don’t even know what’s happening until their mouth is suddenly wrenched open and they’re forced to choke down a handful of pills. Almost immediately they become tired, more docile and spacey as their captor clips a collar and a lead around their neck and guides them to a large pet bed to lay down in. They want to fight but it’s so hard, their mind feels fuzzy and the total darkness is just dragging them closer and closer to sleep. Then they’re suddenly choking on a mouthful of food, struggling to swallow as their captor brings spoonful after spoonful of some rich, heavy porridge to their mouth. It’s horrifying, but they can’t help but relax as the drugs and the soothing voice of their captor becomes the only sensation they’re aware of, chewing and swallowing obediently before falling asleep, not even noticing how painfully stuffed they are.
This becomes their routine. They’re not allowed any clothes, and they quickly adjust to their lack of vision. They try a few times to pull the blindfold down but it’s useless, and the drugs they’re given every day makes them just want to sleep anyway. Their waking moments are spent being fed, willingly or forcefully, until their stomach is stretched so far they can only whimper. The only relief being their captor’s warm hands, tracing over their stuffed belly, rubbing out the discomfort and soothing them back to sleep. They can’t see themselves, but they can feel how they’re changing. They can feel the slight jiggle when they shuffle across the floor, the crease in their midsection when they sit down, the increasing amount of skin their captor owner has to cover to soothe them. Everything is getting tight, the soft fat slowly enveloping them just making them heavier and more docile.
It’s so hard to think. It’s been months, maybe even years with no stimulation besides food and their owner’s touch, and the constant drugging has slowed their brain to a crawl. They drool, open-mouthed, into their owner’s palm while they caress their round face, filled out like the rest of their body. They’re so hungry. Their stomach growls, and their owner laughs and tips their head back, pouring a thick shake down their beloved pet’s throat while they melt further into their bed. They feel like they’re going to explode, but it’s not enough. Their mouth hangs open, begging for more, begging for the sensation they’ve come to crave of being fed and adored by the person they’ve never even gotten to see. Their owner laughs, holding something to their mouth, and they bite into it greedily, not even caring what it is. They just need it… more… and as they swallow the last bite they feel hands on their lower belly. They trace lower, over the loosened band of their tail that still digs in red and painful, until they’re palming at the shamefully wet spot that their hanging belly is starting to hide. The pet moans, bucking into their owner’s hand as best they can, full stomach cramping and their mind so fractured they’re hardly aware of how wrong this all is. Their owner uses them then, uses their huge body to pleasure both themselves and their pet, and the new sensation of release becomes its final addiction. The pet has forgotten most things. It lives here in a world of darkness, laying heavily in its too small pet bed as it eats from a trough laid at its side, paws bound and useless. It’s huge ass quivers as it grinds into its own stomach, groaning as it stuffs itself even bigger, wanting to be good for its owner. It’s so horny. It’s so caught up eating that it doesn’t even notice the presence of hands on its behind until suddenly it’s being used, whole body jiggling while its owner thrusts into it again and again. It doesn’t stop eating, just gulping down its calorie laden slop desperately as what’s left of its brain gives way to the onslaught of pleasure and pain, submissive and animalistic as it serves its one and only role in life: to be a perfect fucktoy for its owner.
One day it’s leaned back, stomach so massive and limbs so caked in fat that it requires significant effort. It barely registers the feeling of the restraints being removed, suddenly blinded by the dim light of the basement as the blindfold drops. It stares, vision blurry and unfocused, into the face of its owner, before glancing down to see the vast, pale surface of its stomach stretching around it, burying their limbs and constricting its movement to barely a quiver. The tiniest, dimmest spark of alarm shoots through what’s left of its mind at the sight, but then it’s gone. The pet’s mouth opens, a line of drool and a groan telling its owner what it needs. It’s so hungry.
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It’s been said plenty of times, but even hotter than the physical changes on a feedee’s body is watching the way her mind slowly rewires itself to serve her own greed. That shift in their behavior as she goes from a girl who used to claim she couldn’t eat another bite to a desperate, panting mess who embarrassingly admits she won't be able to get off until she’s at least twice as stuffed as she is right now. Slowly watching her neural pathways literally rewire themselves so that the concept of a "healthy choice" feels like a physical threat to her comfort… Her mind becoming a dark, hazy pig pen where the only concept is ‘more’ and only goal is stuffing herself immobile in her overfed body. Watching her go from hobbies and dreams, to her entire cognitive function being dedicated to calculating how much more lard she can pack into her frame before her heart starts to skip a beat from the sheer pressure and sexual thrill of it all. Until she’s completely submitted to an obese, sedentary lifestyle where every decision she makes is filtered through her own heavy, aching hunger~
Then watching her sex drive change, witnessing her become a total slave to the bloat, reaching a point where she can’t even feel a spark of arousal unless her stomach is uncomfortably stuffed and groaning under the weight of a massive binge. Slowly feeding her to a level of corruption where the sensation of her own heavy, doughy rolls rubbing together is a 24/7 reminder of the lifestyle she chose that will never let her leave. I’d love sitting her down just to force her to admit what we both know is true. That she’s past the point of no return, and she’s starting to associate the feeling of being too full to breathe with the peak of her own pleasure, turning her body’s distress into a lust-soaked, addictive kink. That she’s learned to find a twisted sort of pride in her own physical uselessness, both of us getting off on the fact that she’s becoming a pet that needs to be serviced, cleaned, and stuffed by someone else because she’s eaten her way out of the ability to care for herself.
This may be surprising too, but what’s even hotter than the sexual and behavioral rewiring would be the way her basic social instincts start rotting away, replaced by a primal, animalistic focus on her next meal and her own obesity. Watching her look at other people, almost begging them to judge her, to stare at her flabby body, because they still have to worry about their appearance while she’s been given permission to just be a soft, expanding pile of lard. Biting her lip while they snicker and whisper because nothing makes her feel the full weight of her choices like public shaming…. But even then she’ll slowly lose the ability to feel shame, smothering it with calories, replacing it with a heavy, sedentary gluttony that makes her want to sink deeper into the cushions and never get back up. Until she’s so dependent and so blissfully docile that she’d happily trade her voice just for the guarantee that the funnel will never run dry. Watching her mind melt until she’s graduated from the girl who got fat, to the girl who was erased by her own greed.
Even then, even after this slow transformation, maybe she’d have a moment of clarity and swear she was manipulated, doted on too heavily, fed too often… that it wasn’t her fault. But that illusion would shatter along with any hopes of ever losing weight the moment she looks down and realizes she’s the one holding the fork <3
I'm afraid I'm going to fatten her up, and I'm not going to be able to stop. I'll fall in love with how loud and heavy her lumbering steps are, the rhythms giving way to just how hungry she is.
Yes, I will be so incredibly evil and I won't be able to help myself around someone this utterly delectable. How I crave to catch her eating me out of house and home collecting all those calories in a housebound homebody.
I need her so obese it's obscene, I need her eating so much it scares the both of us. I need her putting the heavy in heavenly with her ample angel wings, I need her the center of attention in every room purely based on absolute size.
I need everyone in our lives to be shocked not exactly because of how massive you are, but because they cannot deny how beautiful and radiant you are being properly looked after.
All that weight piled on after you began to look so happy, how quick your smile begun to be swallowed by the most delightful dimples.
iiiii am once again thinking about being a doting, thoughtful, oh-so-helpful partner to a gamer….maybe even a gamer who’s usually stoned while they play….. delivering snacks just in time - whenever they’re sent back to the lobby, or run out of the last snack, or craving something new…almost like I have a sixth sense just for these specific needs. built solely to feed and pamper and spoil… and the sweet, helpless gamer is too high and too locked in to notice how full they are until it’s hard to get up from their chair 🤭
dreaming about being trained to be a dumb fat useless plaything for my boyfriend to use. being forced to have a shot and smoke a bowl every hour of the day until im too high and drunk to fight back against anything he wants to do to me. him taking advantage of the state im in to force thousands of calories down my throat when he knows i couldn’t do anything to stop him if i wanted.
Stimulation
Need to make you absolutely addicted to stimulation and pleasure. If you aren't stuffed you're high, and if you aren't high you're getting off. But soon all the feelings start to become more comfortable, almost boring, and you need to have more at once. I'll be happy to help, keeping you high at all times while I stuff you so full you're about to pop. All the while you're desperately touching yourself, trying to finish before you're too overwhelmed by everything else to keep going.
Eventually you won't be able to do it anymore. Your body has gotten so heavy and getting off is so tiring that I always have to help you finish. I have to. You need me to. You simply can't go without. Then, before long, you won't be able to reach at all. And you won't have the energy to get up and get your treats without my help. I can't wait to come home to you whining about how hungry and needy you are cause you've gotten too uselessly fat to tend to your needs. But I'll help you out, give you what you need, and fulfill all your little addictions. All the addictions I've meticulously given you...
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Imagining working my hands through the fat encasing a hugely obese feedee laying in bed, hundreds of pounds of rolls immobilizing them completely as they suckle around a feeding tube. Feeling them jolt and jiggle as I finally reach their buried junk, playing with it as they try in vain to squirm as a result of the sensation. Working them up until they cum once, face red and stomach heaving, then twice, then three times, until their fupa is slick and coated in cum, leaking out as all they can manage is a muffled moan of pleasure and agony, stomach still stretching as the feeding tube continues to bloat them larger and larger. Continuing to get them off, not caring about how overstimulated they must be as I force them to cum a dozen times, then two dozen, then more, all without breaks, knowing there’s absolutely nothing they can do to stop me. They’ve made themselves completely and utterly unable to resist, giving no choice but to let their mind recede as I make them cum until they can’t form another drop and then cum some more. Snorting and groaning like a pig as they try and fail to thrash, brain cracking and breaking under the endless onslaught of pleasure and pressure in their abused stomach and groin. Then, when they’ve finally cum 50 times, I’ll turn off the machine and let them fade into a blissful sleep, resolving to double the amount tomorrow.
A more problematic wg trope that unfortunately gets me is gaining as a result of grief/loss of some kind. A person who’s lover dies so they end up binge eating to cope, and within a year they’re spending all their time laying in bed, muscles wasting away and belly surging outwards as they numb the pain with food and booze. Ex-athlete who has their entire career evaporate because they got caught cheating, eating junk while desperately trying to find a way to regain what they’ve lost before resigning themselves to becoming a flabby shut in who can’t face the outside world. Someone’s worst moments causing them to discover a life of gluttony and excess, avoiding it all through keeping their stomach so painfully stuffed that the rest of the world fades away. Burying themselves in a soft, muddling cushion of fat and substances, jerking off the best they can as they grow so they can forget their troubles entirely. Eating and growing becoming their only desire, their only goal in life as they succumb to every craving of their quivering, unrecognizable form. But at least they’ve found happiness.
