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.

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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+ 🖤

Being enabled/fed to the point where I need help getting off. Whether that be because I've gotten too big to reach on my own, or because I'm so out of shape that I don't have the stamina for it, or a combination of both. I feel like that would be a pretty hot situation.

We share a common delicious fantasy.

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The look of desperation.

The yearn to be touched but you're too helplessly for hard work and your belly has gotten too big to reach. Just a deep swelling ache, tripping over words while begging, and jiggling yourself just to catch an ounce of friction to get off.

Being trapped in your own gluttony induced bondage. No need for a chastity device. No need for restraints. Just existing in a state of need and helplessness.

I always want to feel like I'm crying and whining and begging not to be fattened but it is SO hard to actually bring this up because I don't want to come off as weird

Total ruination is a common fantasy and how fucking divine is it to be stripped of your dignity right down to your psyche for sexual gratification. Being forced into a state of extreme bodily expansion and ruination to the point of dehumanizing humiliation is such an intense turn on, isn't it?

Don't stop until your belly is riddled with stretch marks and the stinging sensation of being overstretched reminds you that you're so addicted to growing that you'll ignore the threat of rupturing just to feel bigger than the day before.

Anyway I just wanna say thanks for being yourself and keep motivating girls like me to be even fatter and cuter

I'm so proud of you for allowing yourself to feel the immense pleasure that comes with being a mindless glutton with an aching need to swell. Let that pave the way towards enjoying a softer heavier you.

The tube is still draining into you. Your pleas for mercy only echoed around the room. They meant nothing.

You've grown huge yet you're stuck where you lay.

I grip your chin and smile forcing your tired gaze to focus.

"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.