German Feedee

POV I’m your STARVING feedee

i wanna be a happy and stupid little pet, fed by hand as i sit on my cushion at my owner’s feet. i grow increasingly plump and pampered, no thoughts, head empty, nothing but the glow of fullness and contentment. my owner praises me after an especially big stuffing, good girl, and i smile and burp proudly. 

These 3XL leggings are getting a little snug 🥵

This is what happens when you order take out 922 times in a SINGLE YEAR 🥵 (yeah we counted)

I love the taste of salty, sweet, fatty foods being stuffed into my mouth. I love the feeling of my gut swelling up and pushing against my waistband. I love the satisfying feeling of being overfed, and the loss of control as I ravenously tear apart the heavy, fatty food I can’t stop myself from buying.

I’m getting real sick of not knowing who in my real life is a feedee, feeder, FA, what have you. Everyone’s life would be so much better if we had a way to ask without fearing a “no.”

So here’s what I propose:

Remember all those years ago when tumblr memes made it our “code” to say “Hey nice shoelaces.” to which the response was “Thanks, I stole them from the president.” to let other tumblr humans know you were from the same side of the internet? And it was stupid, but it WORKED?

I propose the feedism version of this be:

“Do you have any gum?”

“I’ve probably got some under my shoe. It’s strawberry.”

Nonsense. I know. That’s the point. And if it fails, you made a bad joke and life goes on. No embarrassment, no outing yourself on accident- perfectly safe. 

‘You can stop sucking in now, that gut isn’t hiding from anyone’