Please slip me weed edibles that are disguised by other bold flavors so I don’t even realize how much I’m consuming and watch me get so fucking dumb and stupid and horny and desperate.
Keep feeding me more and more food without telling me what has edibles an what doesn’t so I get so so fat and stupid entirely dependent on what you decide to feed me because I will eat whatever you put in front of me
Fuck me so sloppily while kneading my giant stomach and I drool from pleasure and how high I am
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When Feedism is done for the right reasons,,,ethically...... its like......
Feedists, lust burning like a flame in their chest and thighs, as their bodies become a vessel to manifest liberation from external pressures.
Where intimacy, empowerment, joy, and desire all blend into a worship and ritual of the human capacity for gluttony and excess, without needing permission from our greater community.
Feedists commiting to choices in the dynamic and lifestyle, forging the life that hedonism creates. A feedee submitting their body to the feeder's ambitions, and a feeder ensuring that the feedee's desires become manifest.
Creating a gluttonous will in a person who once had restraint, or enabling it in one who always knew it was beneath them...forcing the mouth to consume, long past the mind's hope to pump the brakes. The role is handed off to one another when you gain mutually, or one is the keeper of another's ascent into the bliss of being over-spoiled rotten.
And the moment of the scene where the humility dissolves, and alone are two shameless lovers, playing the role of ultimate servant and ultimate divine. The purest form of give and take.
Generosity and greed made manifest.
It's just so beautiful and erotic to give your body away to the consequences of experiencing the consumption past comfort.
It is so romantic to feed and encourage and enable that lifestyle for a person, allowing them to be free of the burden that comes with not suffering their own fitness.
It's romance and it's erotica, on a level of body and mind, to indulge your Feedists.
Feedism, when done with love and mutual desire, is blissful!
feedees who get out of breath masturbating and have to stop because their heart is beating too fast, their arm is tired and they are sweating profusely <3
i would love to catch one of them and take over, but every time they get close i shove sugary donuts in their mouth and slow down. over and over until they cum in the midst of a ruined orgasm and fall into a food coma right after ~
waking up still horny, struggling to think straight but unable to sit up because their stomach is too full <33 handing them more sugary food, straddling their lap and putting their belly on top of my legs while i lightly tease them for being such a greedy little pig with no self control who can only think about cumming~
grinding harder each time they take a bite, teasing their nipples and leaving kisses all over their chest, praising them for eating so much for me, completely overwhelm them with attention and food until they cum in their underwear, urging them to keep eating regardless until they pass out again<33
feed your addiction, piggy. submit to your desires
i want you bigger. lazier.
i want you hungrier. i want you going to bed each night stuffed, and waking up each morning a little softer and puffier than the day before. shirts fitting tighter, pants becoming harder to button.
i want you desperate. constantly craving, constantly thinking about eating, and getting fatter. when you’re not eating, i want you thinking, fantasizing about it.
and when you do eat, i want you giving in to it completely. mindlessly swallowing thousands of calories, moaning as you eat. oinking when you’re finished. i want you losing track of yourself, focused solely on the taste of the food and the feeling of your gut filling up until it aches.
so helpless and pig-brained that it’s all you think about. all you desire. and maybe you’re dimly aware of the fact that you can’t stop. maybe part of you knows that your level of addiction is unhealthy, and that every stuffing just feeds into it more and more. that every time you get turned on by stuffing yourself, or by playing with your fat, or even just by observing the changes to your body as you gain, you push yourself deeper and deeper down the path of no return.
but any concern or self-awareness is far overshadowed by the pure pleasure you’re chasing. the pleasure of being overstuffed to the point of discomfort, of waking up bigger the next day. tighter clothes, and the feeling of soft fat as it clings your body. all of it just feels too good. you can’t help yourself. you can’t stop, and you don’t want to (though you and i both know that wanting to wouldn’t change anything).
i want your gluttony to consume you until it dictates every choice you make. i want you huge. hopelessly addicted. make yourself a symbol of gluttony, a cautionary tale to ordinary members of society.
i want you absolutely pathetic. live for gluttony. feed every desire. and eat up, piggy. 😘😘💕
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This agreement is made between the Feeder,_________ and the Feedee, __________, for the purpose of supporting FEEDEE’s goal of rapid weight gain. By entering into this agreement, both parties understand and agree to the responsibilities and expectations outlined below.
1. Purpose and Goal
The Feedee’s goal is to gain 50 pounds (minimum) in 6 months. The purpose of this agreement is to provide structured support for the Feedee’s weight gain by ensuring they consume a high-calorie, unhealthy diet, and engage in regular feeding sessions to achieve this goal.
● FEEDEE Initials: _______
● FEEDER Initials: _______
2. Feedee’s Responsibility
● Caloric Intake Guidelines (Sedentary/Unhealthy Lifestyle): The Feedee, will gradually increase their caloric intake as weight is gained, starting at a lower level to ensure initial comfort and progression:
○ Weeks 1-4 (Initial Phase): The Feedee will consume 3,000 calories per day to start the weight gain process. This amount is designed to create a slight caloric surplus while still being manageable at the beginning.
○ Weeks 5-8 (Adjustment Phase): As weight is gained, the Feedee will increase their intake to 4,500 calories per day. This adjustment will help push the weight gain process as the body adapts to the increased caloric load.
○ Weeks 9-16 (Ramp-Up Phase): Once the Feedee has gained initial weight, the Feedee will increase intake to 6,500 calories per day. This phase will
involve more substantial increases in caloric intake to promote continued rapid weight gain.
○ Weeks 17-24 (Max Growth Phase): To ensure the Feedee reaches the 50-pound target by the end of the 6-month period, the Feedee will consume 8,500 to 10,000 calories per day. This higher caloric intake will promote the final phase of rapid mass gain.
■ Proteins: 10-15% of daily intake (minimal protein focus, mainly coming from processed meats, snack bars, or low-quality protein sources)
■ Fats: 35-40%: of daily intake (high-fat junk foods, fried foods, oils, butter, and fatty snacks)
○ Food Choices (examples):
■ Breakfast: Massive portions of sugary cereals, pastries, donuts, greasy breakfast sandwiches, or pancakes drenched in syrup and butter. High-fat milk or calorie-dense smoothies.
■ Lunch/Dinner: Fast food such as burgers, fried chicken, pizza, large portions of fries, creamy pastas with rich sauces, or processed frozen meals with heavy sauces.
■ Snacks: High-calorie processed snacks like chips, candy, chocolate, energy bars, ice cream, and soda. Meals can include several snack foods in place of whole meals.
● Independent Consumption Responsibility:
○ When the Feeder is not available, the Feedee, is expected to continue their high-calorie intake independently to maintain progress toward the 50-pound goal. This includes consuming calorie-dense foods such as snacks, fast food, or processed meals recommended by the
Feeder.
○ The Feedee will prioritize high-calorie, high-fat, and high-sugar options, avoiding healthier or lower-calorie alternatives in favor of maximizing their weight gain goals.
○ The Feedee agrees to keep a record of their independent consumption and report it to the Feeder during daily 24-hour check-ins to ensure accountability and continued progress.
● FEEDEE Initials: _______
● FEEDER Initials: _______
3. Feeder’s Responsibility: Goal Meal and Caloric Support
● Goal Meal (Weekly Meal Plan):
The Feeder, will be responsible for providing details for at least one "goal meal" each week. The goal meal is a high-calorie, challenging meal that the Feedee must consume within the allotted time, regardless of difficulty, to help accelerate their weight gain.
○ Meal Characteristics:
The goal meal will be specially designed to be particularly calorie-dense, with an emphasis on foods that are difficult to complete in large quantities but necessary for rapid mass gain. Examples of goal meals may include:
■ Large quantities of fast food (e.g., several burgers with fries,
milkshakes)
■ A full pizza with high-calorie toppings like extra cheese, meat, and sauces
■ Large plates of creamy pasta or mac and cheese, loaded with butter, cheese, and sauces
■ Large stacks of pancakes or waffles covered in syrup, butter, and whipped cream
■ A combination of calorie-dense snacks (e.g., chips, ice cream, candy bars, fried foods)
○ Completion Requirement:
The Feedee must complete the entire goal meal as set out by the Feeder,
with no substitutions or reductions in portions. This is a mandatory task to encourage the Feedee’s rapid weight gain progress.
○ Feeder’s Role in Goal Meal:
The Feeder will:
■ Choose, prepare, or provide the goal meal for each week, ensuring it aligns with the Feedee's calorie targets.
■ Actively supervise or assist the Feedee during the meal if necessary, encouraging them to finish, providing verbal support, and ensuring the Feedee remains compliant with the goal.
■ Adjust the difficulty and size of future goal meals based on progress made in weight gain and feedback from previous meals.
○ Accountability and Feedback:
During weekly check-ins, the Feedee will report on the completion of the goal meal and provide feedback on their experience. The Feeder will use this feedback to adjust meal sizes or difficulty to maximize the Feedee’s progress.
FEEDEE Initials: _______
FEEDER Initials: _______
4. Weight Gain Shakes
● Daily Weight Gain Shake Requirement:
To assist in reaching the caloric and weight gain targets, the Feedee, will consume one to two weight gain shakes per day. These shakes will be calorie-dense and specifically designed to add additional high-calorie nutrition into the Feedee’s diet.
○ Shake Ingredients:
The shakes should include the following components to ensure they are calorie-dense and designed to help the Feedee gain weight as quickly as possible:
■ Base: Whole milk, heavy cream, or calorie-dense milk substitutes (e.g., coconut milk or oat milk)
■ Protein: Low-quality protein powder (e.g., whey protein
concentrate) or mass gainer supplements
■ Fats: Nut butters, oils (e.g., coconut oil, olive oil), or full-fat yogurt ■ Carbohydrates: High-calorie sweeteners (e.g., honey, maple syrup), oats, banana, or cereal
■ Additional Calories: Calorie-dense additives like whipped cream, chocolate syrup, ice cream, or a scoop of peanut butter for
additional fat and sugar.
○ Shake Consumption Timing:
The Feedee should consume at least one shake daily in addition to their regular meals. If necessary, a second shake can be consumed to help reach the daily caloric goal, especially during phases of higher caloric intake.
■ The shakes should be consumed in place of snacks or between meals to maximize calorie density without reducing intake from
other meals.
○ Feeder’s Role in Shake Preparation and Support:
The Feeder may assist with the preparation of the shakes or provide them as part of the weekly feeding sessions. The Feeder will ensure that the shakes are made in line with the agreed-upon caloric guidelines and are designed to maximize weight gain. The Feeder may also monitor or encourage the Feedee to consume the shakes as part of the feeding routine.
FEEDEE Initials: _______
HoInitials: _______
5. 24-Hour Check-Ins for Caloric Consumption Daily Check-In Requirement:
○ The Feedee, agrees to report their daily caloric intake within 24 hours of each day’s completion to the Feeder. This will be done in a detailed manner, including all meals, snacks, and beverages
consumed, ensuring the Feedee is on track with their intake goals. ○ The report should be honest and include approximate calorie counts for each item consumed. The Feeder will review this report and provide feedback as necessary to ensure consistency and progress.
Feeder’s Role in 24-Hour Check-Ins:
○ The Feeder will monitor the Feedee’s daily reports and provide guidance on how to adjust if the Feedee is falling short of the daily caloric goal. The Feeder may also suggest additional calorie-dense foods or meals to help the Feedee stay on track.
○ If the Feedee consistently fails to meet the caloric targets, the Feeder will work with them to modify the meal plan, offer support, and ensure accountability to meet the overall goal.
FEEDEE Initials: _______
FEEDER Initials: _______
6. Accountability and Progress Monitoring
● Weekly Check-Ins:
○ The Feedee, agrees to meet with the Feeder, at least once a week to review progress, discuss the Feedee’s caloric intake, goal meal completion, and any difficulties or feedback related to their experience. The Feeder will adjust the meal plan as needed based on these check-ins.
○ The Feedee will provide feedback on the goal meals and report any difficulties in consuming the required foods or reaching caloric goals. This feedback will be used to refine the meal plan and keep the Feedee on track.
● Caloric Tracking:
○ The Feedee will maintain a daily log of their food intake, including all meals, snacks, and beverages consumed. This will be used to track total caloric consumption and ensure progress toward the 50-pound goal.
FEEDEE Initials: _______
FEEDER Initials: _______
7. Safeword and Agreement Terms
● Safeword Use:
○ The safeword "________" is the only way to end or stop any part of the feeding session, meal plan, or any portion of this agreement at any time. The safeword is in place to ensure that both the Feedee and the Feeder have a clear, agreed-upon signal to stop, and it must be respected by both parties.
○ Both the Feedee and the Feeder may use the safeword to stop any activity or portion of this agreement. If either party uses the safeword, all activities will cease immediately, and both parties will assess the situation respectfully.
○ It is understood that the safeword can be used at any time by either party for any reason, and it must be honored immediately without question.
FEEDEE Initials: _______
FEEDER Initials: _______
8. Confidentiality and Non-Disparagement
● Confidentiality:
Both parties agree that the terms of this agreement, as well as any personal information shared during the relationship, will remain confidential. Neither party may share details of this agreement with third parties without prior consent from the other. However, it is understood that neither party may use this agreement against the other for purposes of blackmail or coercion in the future.
FEEDEE Initials: _______
FEEDER Initials: _______
By signing below, both parties acknowledge that they understand and agree to the terms set forth in this agreement, and they enter into it willingly, with mutual
respect and the intent to support the Feedee’s weight gain goals.
I’ve been learning more about induced lactation and I reallyyyy like the idea of my partner secretly making me produce milk
they start slipping in the necessary hormones and supplements into my coffees and smoothies every day, along with a little bit of weight gain supplement to encourage my breast tissue to grow and to give my milk glands more fuel to work with. Maybe I notice getting softer, but they seem to like it— every chance they get, they are all over me. Running their hands along my body, squeezing at me, playing with my chest, coyly working their hands up and down the mound of my breast like udders before pulling me closer and telling me how hot I am— how much they need me.
They start sucking on my nipples too. At first it’s only during sex, lightly, like anyone might kiss or suck a nipple. But it slowly gets more intense, until they seem more interested in latching onto my nipples than in actually having sex. The first time I come to them with chafed nipples to show them how over the top they’re being with the new chest adoration, instead of stopping, they just come home with nipple cream for me.
That’s when I realize this is really going to be a part of our lives now.
Now that the cream can help, they don’t even wait til we’re having sex anymore to stimulate and suck my chest. If I’m on the couch or in the kitchen, they’ll come over and wind their hands up my shirt. They slowly start pulling at my nipples, teasing me until I’m squirming and begging them to suck me off. For some reason, between the added weight I can’t seem to lose and the amount of love they’ve been showing my chest recently, my nipples are ten times as sensitive as they were two months ago, and part of me thinks if they keep this up I’ll be able to come from them playing with my nipples alone.
they start sucking my nipples hard three, four, five times a day. It’s addicting— I’m so sensitive now that just walking and moving my arms leaves my nipples so hard and overstimulated that I’m begging them to put their mouth on me for some relief.
Then, one day, I wander into their office, asking them to suck my nipples so I can stop thinking about it and get back to the things I need to do today, but they tell me they’re way too busy to do it right now. My face goes dark red— when did I start to need them suckling at my breasts this badly, and why am I so distraught at not having them do it now?? They see how upset I am and with a big, understanding smile, they say not to worry, they have a solution.
the next day, they come home with a breast pump.
at first I’m shocked— I’m not a pregnant woman, I don’t need a breast pump. I have nothing to pump. But they say it’s just to tide me over whenever they aren’t home or are too busy to give my nipples some attention themselves. It’s no different than a vibrator, they say. I don’t really know if that’s true, but over the next few days, they’re so busy I barely even see them except for at meal times, and when they bring me my morning coffee every day. My breasts are starting to feel sore and heavy, and I’m so sensitive that I try not to move too much at all because they’re not around to take care of me. When did I become such a slave to the sensitivity of my chest? And was it just in my desperate, horny mind— or could it really be that my chest was really growing into plump, round breasts, bigger every day?
By the third day, I’m so desperate for some relief on my hard, sensitive nipples that I finally open the breast pump they got me.
I expect it to hurt— I’ve heard newly nursing pregnant mothers hate the feeling of a pump. It is strong and mechanical in its movements, but it feels so good to have something working my nipples that any discomfort feels minimal. I can’t help but work myself to orgasm as my breasts are pumped— and they really are breasts now, round and plush, stuffed inside the clear rubber caps of the pump. As soon as the pump finishes, I cream my nipples, and then decide to try it again.
My partner is overjoyed to hear that the pump idea worked. They are still busy the next week, but they do come out to suckle at my nipples when I’m especially horny, and to bring me a coffee in the morning and a smoothie after lunch. Still, even with their mouth wrapped around each one of my nipples for a few minutes at a time every few hours, I still crave more attention. I start using the breast pump in between my partner massaging and sucking my breasts.
At first it’s just one more time a day— hidden in the bathroom, so they won’t see me. But slowly it grows to two, three, four, five times a day. When they walk in on me doing it while cooking, they smile and come up behind me, kissing my neck and sticking their hand between my legs, telling me they’re soooo glad I like their gift this much. Eventually, I’m comfortable enough to do it out around the house at any time.
One night, we both take an edible and curl up on the couch to watch a movie. I put the pump on one breast, while my partner latches onto my other nipple. The pump and my partner tease and suck and work at my nipples, while I let the high wash over me. We sit like that for almost an hour, switching sides halfway through, and I feel like I’m in heaven. I have my first nipple-only orgasm that night.
after that, my partner encourages me to get high more often— just once or twice a week, so we can lay down and work me to orgasm from my breast pumping alone. Sometimes they’ll just sit back and watch me pump, serving me smoothies and delivery French fries and touching themselves to the sight of me lost in ecstasy.
It’s almost eight months before it finally happens.
Something about being touched so often and so adoringly has me feeling very different in my body. I feel like my skin is softer, and the hairs around my body are finer, silkier. My lips feel plush and kiss-bitten even first thing in the morning. My entire body feels sensitive to touch, and I swear I’m carrying weight in places it never seemed to stick before— my hips, my ass, my thighs, my upper arms, my lower belly. I tell myself it’s the added edibles in my routine, even though it doesn’t really explain my newly pronounced curves, or why I can’t seem to lose them.
My breasts are DEFINITELY the biggest change though. They’re round and heavy— I can feel them jiggle with secondary motion every time I take a step. There’s no more denying I’ve gone up two whole women’s bra cup sizes this year, for no explainable reason. When a button straining across my chest pops, I finally have to cave and buy new clothing. And on top of that… My breasts and my nipples are driving me crazy. I need my newly engorged breasts pumped at least ten times a day in order to get through my day, and I can pretty easily reach orgasm through the pumping at least one or two of those times, if not all ten.
one night, though, the sensitivity in my breasts is overwhelming. It’s not just that they’re sensitive— my nipples rock hard against my loose shirt— it’s that they feel heavy. I ask my partner to suck them, to hold them, begging them to do absolutely anything to relieve them. My partner slips a hand inside my shirt and pinches at my nipple for a moment, before their eyes widen.
My partner smiles. “I think you’re ready to be milked.”
I don’t know what to say. I ask them what they’re talking about, and they cradle both my heavy breasts in their palms, roll my nipple again between their fingers until there’s a small unmistakable wet spot on the front of my shirt.
“You’ve pumped yourself into lactation,” they marvel.
They’re turned on by the idea, which shocks me a little bit. What shocks me more, though, is how turned on I am myself.
I let them take me to our bedroom, where they pull off my shirt. They slowly kiss down my neck, my collarbone, my chest, until their lips wrap around my nipple. They look up into my eyes and begin to suck, their fingers pressing into my boob and working it towards the front, like a cows udder.
the relief I feel is unmistakable, and like nothing I have ever actually felt before. It doesn’t feel like there’s as much pressure inside my breast anymore, but it lights up in sensitivity as my partner sucks all the fresh milk from it. I orgasm quickly, confused and ecstatic.
they quickly move to the other side, and when I’m finally sucked dry, we have the best sex of our lives.
Over the next few weeks, my milk production ramps up. Whereas the first time I only had a few drops to give, now I can feel my breasts get heavier and needier over the hours until I can have my partner drink up the milk. My days start as usual, with a coffee from my partner and breakfast, but they become oriented around my next milking instead of anything else.
Finally, my partner has another busy day at work that bleeds into the evening, so they can’t help me purge until later— and worse than that, they’re full, they say. I’m making enough milk in one sitting to last them the day. I am near tears— my breasts are so full and heavy that I don’t think I can make it another ten minutes. Plus, I took an edible and it’s starting to kick in— I can barely think about how to relieve myself now. Again, though, they have an idea. A gift they already brought home.
They set me up on the bed and attach two automatic breast pumps to me. It looks different from my other one though, and it takes a moment for me to realize what it is— a milking machine. This one has a big motor box and long, clear tubes attached to my nipples, running into empty bottles at the bottom. When they turn it on, I moan and writhe, it feels so good. And slowly I watch through the clear plastic as my nipples produce white, creamy fluid. My milk slowly gets sucked down into the bottle repositories at the bottom.
it’s surreal watching the milk come out of my breasts— watching it fill up bottles. There’s so much. How did I become this? A slave to my own body, craving the release of pressure and relishing in my growing, softening form?
Like the pump, the machine, too, becomes a regular part of our routine. my partner can tell when I need it now, coming up to me and kissing me, hands gently squeezing at my breasts and asking me if it’s “time to be milked?”
one day, my partner even brings out an automatic pump to go between my legs. I have never orgasmed harder than I did with three different pumps attached to me, sucking me dry.
I continue to grow softer, smoother, more compliant. Some weekends, I’ll take an edible in the morning and just let myself be pumped all day. Our fridge fills up with milk, and my partner loves watching me suck from my own bottles, the rich, high calorie cream feeding my own milk production later. It doesn’t taste too bad— especially considering I’m not sure why I’m producing so much milk in the first place. As lovingly as my partner used to say “its time to go” or “it’s time for bed,” now they say “It’s time for your milking.” it gets harder and harder to pretend like it’s not the thing I’m waiting for most every day.
“You’ll let me know when I’m getting too fat though, won’t you?”
I ask, prodding the newly formed pudge around my midsection.
“Of course, of course. I love that you’re gaining weight for me but I’ll help you put the breaks on before things get too out of hand. I’d just love to see you a little chubby is all. More to grab.”
How could I say no to that? Getting to eat more without worrying while you’re becoming even more attracted to me? Sure I’m not a huge fan of the little outline my belly is forming in my shirts, but it’s not like I’m fat or out of shape or anything. Nothing to worry about.
- - -
“Breakfasts is served!”
I come to groggily, awakening to the sweet scent of your cooking coming through the door. Breakfast in bed was quickly one of my favourite parts of letting go for you, but even still it was becoming a little much. It was perfect when you were bringing bacon eggs and pancakes, but now with the waffles on top I’m stuffed every single morning. Even more concerning are the “milkshakes”. They’re delicious but they’re the thickest milkshakes I’ve ever had.
Not that you mind, clearly. You’ve been ecstatic with how much weight I’ve put on. We still don’t have a scale so I can’t even tell but none of my clothes fit anymore, not even the stretchy ones, so I think it’s nearing time to slow down. I can barely see my feet anymore with how far my belly sticks out.
And I don’t mind the teasing, I know it’s part of what gets you off about this whole thing, but buying me a bra for my “new pair of tits” went a little beyond playful ribbing. It’s starting to get hurtful now, especially since this was all your idea.
- - -
We finally got a scale. I can’t believe you. How could you let this go so far? 107lbs I put on, all because of you and your pampering and your begging.
“Please baby, just a few more”
“I know these are your favourites baby, what harm can they do”
And now I don’t even get the luxury of those niceties. I guess you figure I’m not going to turn back anymore? That I’m too far gone? So now you can get off however you want.
The first time you called me your “piggy”, I was taken aback, but I thought you’d cut it out when I told you to stop. But the humiliation makes it all the better for you doesn’t it?
Grabbing my rolls and shaking them to watch my whole body jiggle. Calling me “lard ball” when I’m struggling to roll myself out of bed. Slapping my “behemoth” ass whenever you force me to waddle for my own food so I can stuff myself to satisfy the massive appetite you nurtured for me.
So this is where it stops, the gaining, the humiliation, all of it.
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getting a little too soft for your clothes, but they technically still fit, so there's nothing to worry about, until some of them technically don't still fit, but it's ok because the oversized ones still fit, until they don't and you look down and your once flat tummy has turned into a soft chubby belly that pudges over your waistbands and your once toned thighs have softened so much you don't even recognize them, and now your clothes show off just how much bigger you've gotten, and you still can't say no when that next treat is offered so you don't say no, and it just keeps getting worse and worse, and it's so fucking embarrassing but so hot, and now here you are looking at yourself well past pudgy standing in the mirror with a big belly, thick thighs and a double chin holding a sugary drink in one hand and a bag of candy in the other hand, and you're wondering how you possibly could've let yourself go like this, but it's ok because once you finish this bag of candy and your sugary little beverage then you can just go back to how you were before, until you feel full and bloated and flustered so you order something else and stuff yourself yet again, until
what does his family think when i’m heavier every single time they see me? what do his friends think when he doesn’t let me walk any further than from the restaurant to the car he pulled around for me?
what do my friends think when he insists on ordering me a second dessert? what does my best friend think when every time she visits me, the fridge is full of food and sodas and everything he knows i like?
ultimately, it doesn’t matter.. i’m always going to be bigger. weaker, helpless, it’s inevitable because we both want it <3
As much as it is absolutely mesmerizing seeing someone's weight climb up as fast as possible, I think the sweetest moments of feedism come from slower gains and daily stuff, it's all in the smaller details and how fatness seems to slowly seep into every aspect of someone's life.
Maybe a couple pounds ago their belly didn't claim up that much space, but suddenly these last pounds have made the difference and now it's starting to get in the way of things, maybe it just sits heavier on their lap or perhaps they can finally rest their belly on a counter.
It's the small and slow details that show you just how much a little overeating and indulging can make on someone's body, those small but very noticeable changes that make everything worth it. It makes you wonder "If I keep spoiling them like this, where will the next pounds go? How will their body change?" And every pound turns into a very gratifying surprise.
Are you the proud owner of a plump cow-in-training? 🐮
Want to see how your little ball of butter compares to perfect specimens?
These are my basic benchmarks for a good cow to achieve. They start with simple tasks even the dumbest and least trained beast should manage.
The further down the list your cow make it, the more of an obedient pet they are.
Moo on command, happily showing their neediness
Eat and drink from your hand without hesitation
Present on all fours for you, and let you feel their swelling belly and teats
Moo without prompting, whenever they feel horny, hungry or happy - the only three emotions their docile cow brain should be able to understand
Get horny and needy as soon as they are fed, in case you want to use them after, or during
Finish eveything they're fed, regardless of how stuffed they are
Happily wear a bell for you, and feel themselves getting more and more empty every time they hear it - which is a lot as it shakes while you fuck them
Be able to take you from behind while eating without ever stopping chewing and swallowing like placid, blubbery livestock
Have their belly drag on the ground when they're on all foors, their soft cow tits not far behind
Answer every question with a blank, happy moo. More cream to drink cute thing? Moo. Can I milk your heavy udders? Moo. Don't mind my friend, he's just going to make use of you while I feed you more icecream. Moo.
A little disclaimer: This is just a fantasy post made "purely" for entertainment. I do not recommend doing this IRL… or do I? Don't care :D
By "ruined," I mean gaining a ton of weight, losing all your fitness, dropping braincells, and turning your entire life into a nonstop hedonistic binge.
Minimize Movement: Don't move a muscle unless you absolutely have to. Set up your life so you never leave the bed if possible - switch to online classes, work remotely, or better yet, find a feeder to bring you food and handle all the boring adult stuff. Move your bed right next to the door or bathroom to cut down on those pesky steps. Rule of thumb - fewer steps mean more flab. This'll cause you to lose muscle mass and strength super quick, so you'll get exhausted from the tiniest activity and spend even more time lounging around, packing on the pounds like the lazy sow you aspire to be.
Track Your Calories: Count those calories, but make it brain-dead easy - no thinking required. Download an app that lets you just select your food and it counts everything up. Set your goal to double your current weight in three years - the app will tell you exactly how many calories to shove in daily. Bonus if you've got a feeder doing it for you. If you miss your daily quota? No cumming the next day, or double up on the eats. That'll turn you into a calorie-obsessed piglet who lives for that stuffed feeling.
Always Be Snacking: Keep snacks on you at all times - bags of chips, candy, energy drinks, or shakes. The second you're not eating a main meal, start munching. Aim for a perpetually full stomach. Pro tip for the extreme pervs: Hold off eating until afternoon so your body thinks it's starving and hoards more fat. Or gorge late at night when your metabolism is the slowest.
Guzzle Sugary Drinks: Chug high-calorie liquids nonstop - sodas, milkshakes, energy drinks, whatever packs the most empty calories without effort. Keep a stash by your bed and sip constantly - it'll bloat you up, spike your sugar addiction, and make you even lazier since you don't have to chew. Why bother with solid food when you can slurp your way to obesity?
Eat Unhealthily: Yeah, it's cliché, but feedees should live on fast food - burgers, pizza, fries every damn day. It's insanely addictive - once your body craves that greasy hit nightly, the pounds will pile on like nothing. You're not a health nut - you're a junk-food junkie.
Smoke Weed: Light up that green! If smoking's not your vibe, go for a weed pen or edibles. This stuff makes you dumber, hungrier, and hornier - tailor-made for perverted pigs like you. Don't even get me started on building a dependency - it'll have you munching mindlessly while your brain turns to mush.
Ignore Your Health and Body Signals: Tune out any pain, fatigue, or doctor's warnings - those are just your body whining about the fun we're having. Push past fullness, ignore heartburn. Focus on the instant pleasure of indulgence - long-term consequences? Who cares when you're living the hedonistic dream? Keep going until you're a wheezing, waddling mess - adorable!
Link Sex with Eating: Wire your brain to associate sexual pleasure with stuffing your face. Every feedee I know who gets wet/hard just from food, is enormous - why? Eating turns them on, leading to more edging and more eating in a vicious, delicious cycle. Achieve this by edging or pleasuring yourself every time you eat, and never edge without food nearby. It's a total mindfuck, but perfect for turning you into a food-obsessed fuckpig who can't tell the difference between hunger and horniness.
Build a Food Addiction: Link eating to every emotion - not just sex. Bored? Stuff it down with a burger. Sad? Ice cream binge. Happy? Celebrate with cake. Angry? Eat fries to calm down. Make food your go-to for everything, so when life hits hard (like a breakup), your first instinct is to gorge - and get ridiculously aroused in the process.
Watch Tons of Porn: Dive deep into porn, especially feedism stuff on Tumblr, Twitter, DA, or wherever. Consume and interact with the kink constantly to normalize obese bodies in your brain. You want to reach the point where gaining for fetish feels totally normal. Plus, porn's more addictive than heroin - spend your days jerking off instead of exercising or thinking straight. Waste away into a porn-addicted blob.
Only Edge: No full orgasms for lazy pigs who can still get out of bed - you haven't earned it! Seriously though, edging is insanely pleasurable, prolongs the fun, and builds addiction. It also prevents that post-nut clarity where you might regret your life choices. I edge all day and finish late at night - your goal is waking up horny and needing that dopamine hit from touching yourself first thing. Bonus: Gooning - sexualize your own addiction to porn and edging until you're a drooling mess.
Follow Softcore on Your Normie Socials: On your regular social media, start following softcore porn, mukbangs, plus-size models, or ideally plus-size porn stars. It'll trigger more edging while normalizing obesity and gaining. Soon, scrolling Instagram will make you crave calories.
Experiment with Hypnosis or Audio Files: Dive into weight gain hypno audios or files designed for this kink. Listen daily to reprogram your mind into craving expansion, laziness, and submission. It'll amplify the mental conditioning, making you dumber and more obedient to your urges.
Get Dumber: I adore bimboification, but this isn't just my kink - being stupider is great for gainers! Someone who doesn't think, plan, or question gets fattened way past their limits easily. Flunk out of school, forget responsibilities. Focus only on food, weed, porn, sex, or your phone screen. If a thought strays from gaining? Shut it down. Plan nothing but your next meal.
Create Rituals: Build daily habits, like weighing yourself just for the thrill of seeing the numbers climb, or snapping progress pics for the community. Make stuffing sessions sacred events with specific snacks and porn. These rituals reinforce the hedonism, turning gaining into a worshipful routine.
Join the Community: Nothing motivates a gainer like hundereds of anonymous profiles urging you to get fatter. Believe it or not, the internet's full of pervs cheering on your self-destruction - some even pay for it! Start an OnlyFans, Fansly, or whatever, and monetize your body. Ideally, let it replace your job.
Corrupt Others: Spread the kink! Talking to someone unsure about gaining? Tell them how amazing it feels and push them to start. Friend scared of hitting 300 lbs? Shove 'em over the edge. Buddy worried his girlfriend won't gain? Assure him she secretly wants it. The more people you drag into this with you, the better you'll feel - misery loves company.
Cut Off Non-Supporters: Family, friends, partners who don't cheer your gaining? Ditch 'em. The internet has thousands who'd love to chat, adore you, and encourage your immobility. If they truly cared, they'd support your piggy path - you know it. Surround yourself with enablers only.
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Look at how well that lower belly of yours has grown!
I'm so proud of you. Remember how small your tummy used to be? When you first came to me you were practically skin and bones, with that taut abdomen and narrow waist. So firm, so lean. So unbearably skinny. There wasn't a curve to be found on that little tummy. Your stomach was once so flat, remember? Poor thing. I couldn't stand seeing you like that. I knew we had to give your belly the attention it deserved.
And look at you now.
See how well my hand fits under your tummy? Cradling all this new softness you've put on? It fits so perfectly, doesn't it? I love feeling the weight of you. Every new inch, every added pound that you've so diligently gathered here for me. Doesn't it feel nice? How your stomach bulges out now, distending in such a nice arc above that too-tight waistband of yours? My fingers even sink into your plush skin now. You've done so well!
I love feeling all of this. Holding the underside of your round, growing middle, feeling the fruits of your labors blossom in my palm. Traversing the curve of this wonderful belly, stretched and softened by your eager appetite. Tracing my fingers along the creases at your hips, the promise of a future where your belly is finally big enough to spill over your waistband. You look positively chubby now darling. Every remnant of that underfed body buried and gone with your indulgence.
Will you promise me something?
I want this lower belly big enough to squeeze.
I want you to become a handful. I want you to spill into my hands in all of your plump glory. I want to be able to grab this lower belly, hold layers of silky fat in my palm, feel your pudge rise like dough between my fingertips. I want my thumb to sink into your deep, wide navel as I knead and jiggle your overgrown tummy. Can you imagine it? You're belly has already grown so well. Just a few more bites, a few more pounds, to make fantasy become reality.
Eat up, darling. We need this lower belly of yours to grow.
I found this survey by Aella fascinating. It shows 1) how erotic people find certain fetishes; 2) how taboo they find certain fetishes; 3) respondent demographics.*
What does it say about Feedism?
It's one of the least common fetishes for people to find erotic (average interest of 0.2 on a scale of 0 to 5)
It's somewhat taboo (average taboo-ness of 3 on a scale of 0 to 5)
Most respondents finding it erotic are cis women (!)
How does Feedism compare to other fetishes?
How Common is it?
It's less common than f*rries, sounding, vore, and all forms of inc*st
It's only more common than farting, creepy crawlies, and sc*t
How Taboo is it?
It's less taboo than ovipostion, body horror, and bloodplay
It's about as taboo as animal transformation, monsters, and dubconsent
It's more taboo than f*rries, painplay, and heavy bondage
Leaving the data to speak for itself here without my own comment. Survey info is below.
*n ~30,000 respondents for interst, ~1,300 for tabooness. Participants were around 60% male, 40% female. Sample skews pretty white and western and young. Feedism was added late to the survey with a much lower sample size, but author checked confidence intervals and they were "small enough that it didn’t seem to matter".
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