Feedist

Queer 31 year old woman who has a kink for people with corpulent figures. I'm very open minded to most sexual subjects. Pleasure is pleasure.

🖤 Domme/Mistress 🖤

I enjoy being dominant and demanding. I enjoy watching others and giving commands.

🖤 My content 🖤

I may have sensitive subjects here which pertain to my kinks, but enthusiastic consent is always top priority to me in any kink setting inside or outside of fantasy.

🖤 No kink shaming. Unless...that is your kink 🖤

This is not a place for kink shaming. If you do not like my content it's simple, block me and go elsewhere. I do not kink shame someone else's desires.

🖤 This space is LGTBQ+ Friendly. Don't like it? Kiss the lowest part of my fat ass, and leave. 🖤

🖤 Minors do not engage, leave. This space is 18+ 🖤

"Your body is running out of places to store fat..."

I'm looking down at you while your plump arms and wrists are tied behind your back with thick sugary sludge sinking from a tube into your throat. You're looking up at me with a belly that's stretching out a little too much for you to handle. You're shaking, whimpering, and adjusting every few seconds in attempt to add comfort to your situation but you're blowing up quickly.

You wanted this. You ached for it.

And I delivered.

But when will I stop? I'm enjoying watching you struggle to contain thousands of calories and you're only going to get bigger...

I've never understood the question that people ask, "But how do I gain?"

Do not overcomplicate it. Simply eat and do not stop. Calories in. None burned. Food is everywhere now.

I mean it.

Eat.

Fill yourself until it physically hurts and you have trouble breathing. Do not eat enough to vomit, just eat until you are satisfied and then some. Consume all calorie dense foods. It's a game of overindulging yourself into the endless loop of gorging and binge eating.

After you've eaten a large meal, graze. Never put the snacks down and keep lifting calories to your lips that will soon part for anything that comes near them. Ice cream bars, cookies and milk, cakes, and milk shakes. Allow yourself to feel the addiction changing your brain chemistry.

Soon, once you've ballooned up over two or three hundred pounds, meals will become snacks and the portions will become so much bigger than you could ever imagine. No more single plates, seconds, thirds, and fourths will become the norm for you. People will be shocked by your insatiable appetite and will attempt to tell you to slow down, ignore them and remember your purpose.

You'll feel short of breath after a long binge. That's normal. Your stomach has been stretched to a much bigger size and needs to accommodate for your big appetite. You can catch your breath later. Just roll over and remember to put your c-pap mask on before you sleep.

That softness you feel? That's every ounce of pleasure you allowed yourself to have adding to your figure. That heaviness you feel when you roll out of bed? Thats the reward for refusing to deny yourself. Touch your swelling body and know that it deserves to be celebrated and well fed.

Do you understand yet?

It would be so nice to be 500 lbs... 600... 700... 800... 1000... 2000...

A ball of lard just inflating with blubber, day by day... helpless to stop themselves... after all, you're right there, making things so easy... there's always something pouring down my throat... Melted ice cream... heavy cream... butter... lard... My belly packed nothing less than full... taut... excessive. But... you don't think it's too much, is it? No... you want even more...

There's still the bed to fill after all... or rather... spill... then break... The bedroom? I was wondering why it was nearly the size of a studio apartment... Now I know why... At least I was able to enjoy our dates for the few short weeks they lasted... As you waddled me around... Pumping me fuller and fatter with a vat of melted butter getting towed around... before I was well and truly immobilized...

Now? You just wanted more... I wanted more... needed more... and you're just helping me... making sure I'm little more than a collection of fat filled balloons...

I heard you talking about moving me to a plane hanger now that the warehouse is growing too small..

I can't wait to hear what comes after...~

Of course.

You really DID blow up rather quickly and taking you from drive thru to drive thru and buffet to buffet made things so much easier for me.

Your eagerness to see the lust in my eyes as you gorged had me breaking your will to resist within a few days. Your addiction to being satisfied with food makes you a very ideal feedee.

You've finally figured it out.

Like the others, my plan is simple. Turn you into a helplessly obese lard tank conditioned to swallow, expand, and except your fate as my fattened prey.

We'll see just how many calories I can truly unload into you just to watch your skin stretch, fill, and spread.

My goal for YOU personally is to see just how badly gluttony affects the human body after they've devoted their entire being to eating just for pleasure.

Remember,

I have control. You remain obedient.

I do the work. You surrender to my carefully curated plan to get you as fat as humanly possible.

I have bets being made on what the exact number on the scale will be once your fate is met. Other feeders are pooling their money into the calorie fund just to see you reach ultimate capacity.

Hello…Are you being a good girl for me tonight? I know it’s very lonely when I’m away on business trips but I want you to know that I’m thinking of you. I can’t wait to come back and have my way with you.

Fuck...you know what you do to me when you tease me…like that. I miss you! 🥺 I’ll be honest…I’m so ready for you to come back. I know we just fucked but…I want more 😫 I need you!

Now now…It's only Monday. I’ll be back next Tuesday. Did you do as I asked? I left plenty for you in the fridge. I even had that triple layer buttercream cake made for you. You know, the one from the bakery?

Yes…I’ve eaten the hoagie, the bag of salt and vinegar chips, frozen pizzas, the chicken pot pie, and drank three two liters…I’m out of control!! I feel like a water balloon sloshing around. I haven't even gotten around to doing chores today I’m so lazy 😭

I left you those for your enjoyment. You know my appetite is nil. Don’t forget those cute little pastries too. The fruit ones you’ve been going on and on about? The cream filled ones? 

Yeah I ate those as soon as you left 🥺 They were so damn good!! I couldn't help myself…I ate all six of them…the caramel chocolate one was the best. Maybe it was coffee? I don't remember but it was good! I’ve been so full since you left…You keep me so fucking stuffed even when you aren't here with me 🥹

Of course...you deserve it. You’ve let me have my way with you. You’re what I desire most out of anything. Feeding you, watching you, fucking you… I need more of you and with that comes the responsibility of keeping you satisfied. Would you say you’ve gotten your fill?

Well… maybe. Now I’m just… 😳😅

You’re what? Use your words. Tell me what you need.

I um…well that just sort of…got me a little excited… 🙈

Tell me what you’re going to do about it.

Ugh. Fuck. You’ve made me wet, that's for sure. I wish you were here to take care of it… 😫

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A meat grinder for every greasy, sugary, carb-loaded, junk food I decide you’re eating.

I prefer feeder, but could step into the role as a feedee. However, my personal taste is less about quantity and more quality. So whatever I consume will have to be calorie loaded and well crafted. Not just large amounts of food. As a feedee, I still crave control. Very seldom would I grant someone full control over me. Unless...

*Ahem*

Anyway.

Kink wise or general interests include...

Eating while sitting on my feeder. Facesitting while eating. Enjoying the all-around servitude my feeder provides while I remain fat, filled, and comfortable.

Darker aspects would be growing so big I ultimately crush them under my vast corpulence. Revenge feeding where I can no longer escape my feeder and they retaliate with force feeding. Psychological manipulation where I ultimately end up feeding my feeder, breaking their will, and causing them to outgrow me while I degrade them. If they disobey? Punishment follows.

Well made ones at that.

Oh honey...don't you look just...

Divine

You've grown into such an amazingly soft woman without denying yourself any of life's pleasures.

And how many times have you had to size up now? Every little dessert that you've managed to make room for sure has added to your figure. You've swelled up in ALL of the right places and it seems as though you aren't done growing. Soon your belly is going to blow up and drift outward, spreading across your plump and widening lap.

A skinny, fit partner... slowly eating more, slowly relying more on their metabolism. But their tummy hasn't changed at all! It hasn't gained a single pound! It's still as fit and toned as ever...

But, slowly... slowly, they start to feel... different. Their clothes aren't comically small, but they're... more snug. Well, they must've shrank, right? Their tummy hasn't changed, after all!

You're always there, to reassure them... to love them. You don't even need to say a single word, yet...

Over time, their jeans start to slowly fill out as their thighs begin to gently thicken and plumpen up...

"Well, that's okay! I always wanted to be curvier... why should I change how I eat...?"

They could stop now! You're not even feeding them!

Will they really get away with this? Eating ALL that food, just to get some nice, thick legs? But... they push their luck, they keep going.

"I can always be curvier, I really want to fill these jeans out..."

Their chest slowly, slowly starts to soften and fill... all according to their plan, of course... isn't that what they want...? Nothing bad has come of their habits, why should they change...?

Until, well... they wake up one day... and notice their tummy isn't as toned as they remember... it's looking a little... softer... not big! Not huge! Not even past skinny. But softer. Soft enough... that it unsettles them...

"...Maybe I should stop now... maybe I'm pushing my luck... 😳"

And that's when you come in. They can't evade the consequences forever... and now you can finally push them over the edge. ❤️