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Stephen taking up most of the space on the couch
I wanna sit next to a huge pillow like this, and have the couch just suddenly, 'pop' sending me fave first into all that luscious flab AGGHHH

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One thing I love about death feederism is how there's a loving passion within it. Feeding your pig with love and calories until it's unrecognizable. Watching them grow with the aid of your eager hands, feeling how soft they are, trailing your finger along every stretch mark new or old, grabbing every thick fold and curve, watching them act more like a desperate, starving animal than a human being. The room you/ they chose to be immobile in turn into a messy pig stye, never mind how they eat, so long as they get bigger.
And when they're so horny they can't focus, you drive them to food, promising them some release if they eat everything you give them, even if it sends their body through a roller coaster of pain. It's almost like playing Russian roulette with their heart, seeing if they are fat enough to not live through another heart attack. Or to force feed them within an inch of their hog life, and still have your way with them as they recover and digest the sugary, fattening side sludge you've been feeding them.
Seeing them so young, and yet so eager to live their life as nothing more than fat playthings, fed to death with the right amount of sadistic intimacy and gluttony. Knowing that their inevitable lifestyle will end them before they reach 30 at the youngest, to even 40 or 50. Turning their room into a stye, and eventually their tomb, knowing that you were with them every step of the way, from every feeding session to the moments you went under their belly, pressed deep into their fupa, and making them jiggle and tremble until they leaked their unhealthy, glistening cum as a reward.
I find dark gaining and death feederism oh so beautiful, and to fantasize the day when you stuff them so fat they don't move anymore, don't breathe, their skin pales, eyes glazed and milky, they can't even hold the food in anymore, knowing their life was fulfilled thanks to your dedicated efforts, knowing their life ended by setting an example to how a death feedee should be, how an immobile megachub should eat, how a proper piggy is made, only to start the cycle again with another eager gainer, unaware they are getting way, way more than they're bargained for.. It puts a smile on my face and I'm sure it does for you too 😊
Gods damn that's good.
There is something so intriguing to me when combining feederism with a generally helpless situation. There are so many different ways such a situation could be abused for feederism purposes, forcing you to gain tons of pure fat. Just to throw in some examples:
You're in financial trouble? Well, what about some rich and evil feeder who'll pay you $500 per pound gained. The only catch: you'll have to gain at least 100 pounds or you'll be obliged to pay $50,000 in damages.
Got some bad grades? Well, maybe the teacher/professor will make an exception if you put on a few pounds. Wanna pass the course? Gain another 5 pounds. Oh, you want to stop gaining? Well, you don't wanna fail the semester, do you?
Aww, you've got a crush on me? Well, you're way too skinny for my taste. I'll go on a date with you after you've gained 10 pounds.
Just got kidnapped. What better way to keep you here than to fatten you up so much until you're too fat to walk any slightly longer distances? You'll stay tied up until your fat pins you down.
Your BMI is lower than 40? Well, you're legally obligated to have a BMI of at least 40. Get fat or be fined! Maybe go to a fat camp for some rapid gain?
Can't pay your rent? You can stay here for free but only if you get fat. Don't worry, your food will be paid for as well, but I decide how much you'll eat.
I bought you at the slave auction so I own you. And I like my slaves fat, so you'll be force fed for a year until you're somewhere near a size of my liking.
If your mind is really messed up and you're so deep down the feederism hole, you might even like ideas such as being sentenced to death by obesity, where you're being fattened into an early grave.
Anyways, hopefully some of these ideas make you horny and hungry. I'll consider making audios about these ideas so feel free to comment with concepts you like. Also, I'm curious to hear about any concepts you might come up with! :)
This might be my june of doom participants. Hehehe. Trying to write some.pieces based on these lovely ideas.
Hello, Everyone.
I know I havent been posting as of late, or getting to everyone's ask and DMs.
I apologize greatly for the absence, so allow me to explain.
Ive been in and out of doctors appointments to figure out some (non fat) related health problems.
And as of last night, I had a seizure while attempting to have a 'foodie' date with my spouse.
Currently I am still in recovery as this has never happened before and we are both concerned for my irl health.
So please be patient, and ill get to everyone when I can. Im so sorry for the sparce interactions and am trying my best to manage things as well as my work as a hospice nurse.
Thank you all, for all the support and well wishes. ❤️
I’m so glad I gave in and started gaining. It’s actually crazy how good it feels, like I’m always stuffed now and turned on from it. I’m moaning when I shove food in my mouth now. Overeating does the same thing to me as touching myself💦
Darling, that's the goal. Become desperate for that level of satisfaction. You need to eat to love, and you love to eat. So eat, darling. Eat until your stomach bulges and folds over that pathetic little member of yours, and then keep going. Keep stuffing that fat fucking face of yours until there's nothing left but to squirm and moan for your feeder to play beneath hundreds of pounds of lard just to get you off.

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I’d love to be teased and fattened up hehe
Of course you would darling. Its every hogs dream to become enormous, to be waited on hand and foot by a doting feeder to quell all their whims. You'll love it, every bite, until your greedy little heart burst from all you get <3 Gluttony is a sin, don't you know, Piggy?
This isn't my fantasy but someone else's I very much resonate with "It has been weeks since my mind went overdrive on the darker side of feedism. It has been day in and day out nonstop day dreaming about feeding or being fed inhumane amounts of food like its another tuesday. I´ve had multiple different scenarios play in my mind but one just struck gold in my head: Imagen being the d3ath feeder and partner of a greedy fat pig that has just passed on, seeing you whole lives work slowly being placed 6ft under during their funeral surrounded by the other d3ath feeders you hired to help you make this possible. You can't stop smiling, can't stop thinking about how good it felt seeing them slowly fade away infront of you as you and the others can barely can hold the horniness in. Always wondering how it felt like, being so big, so soft and so unhealthy at the same time as you fed them nothing but inhumane foods. Then after the funeral, the will reading comes in. You were ready to keep everything as you've essentially isolated them from the world after a year into dating your favorite project so far. At first, it goes as you expected, you were left everything they owned, every piece of clothing that no longer fit him, the custom betriatic bed you've installed so they didn't have to lift up a finger for anything but grabbing something to eat, everything being on his name due to your confidence of him giving you everything as per agreement. But as you thought they were done reading, the currator drops the biggest bombshell of all "as a clause for Y/N, I want them to live just the way I did. Not lifting a finger a day in their life anymore and enjoy life like I did with mine. If they fail to comply, strip them of everything" Now this was your chance, the chance to experience how your partner felt during your entire relationship. Of course a bunch of cloud of doubt and excitedment has come over you but its nothing new to you. You've experienced countless of h3art attacks prior to this, seen in real time how much your fabulous piggy was loving every second of being an unhealthy pile of lard. In the end, you accept the conditions and go home, ready to what to await you as your feeders plan to do far worse with you than they did with your partner. At first, it was simple stuffings every few hours, making you feel very bloated through the initial weeks with your weight noticeably piling up. Then, chained you up, arms tied behind your back as a gag mask attached to a funnel is palced on you. Soon after, they bring a few pints of melted ice cream with protein, butter and tons of extra sugar in the mix, and prepping to drop them into the funnel. This continues for months, taking turns throughout the day to make sure you're not empty at any point. Your skin unable to keep up with the increasing weight as stretch marks pop up mainly on your belly. Then after a full on your of keeping you tied up so your muscles would slowly weaken, they treat you like nothing but an object. Painting on you stuff you can't even read, smacking your taut belly & teasing you on how you let yourself go like this, making you eat until you could barely breath and telling you how each wishes you to die on them. All of this just making you crave for more: more unhealthy slop they call food, more of that poor treatment you grown accustumed to love. Your heart racing from the thoughts alone to dangerous levels as your first h3art attack set it finally. Your first big milestone was hit and you couldn't be happier. The feeders sneaking in more stuff for you to eat agains the doctors orders to make up for the time lost with the first of many heart replacemnt surgeries you're going to need in the future. And soon enough, you get plugged in to the same equipment your old partner used to use once you're back home. Still not as bad as your did to your partner but slowly getting there. Only thing left for you to do is eat, sleep, goon & repeat until the the day of your departure comes."
A lovely little share, thank you darling. But be sure to credit creators if able <3
i want nothing more than to be funnel fed by you, non stop until i reach 500lbs at least. the feeling of being unable to talk, move or even breathe properly would be something to die for
You have no idea Darling. Sounds like fun until I bring out the funnel and y our poor tummy will be stretched to the point of bursting at every chance. Your body will strain, skin ripping, raw crevices that rub and ache and burn. Muscles growing weaker as your belly gets fatter, pinning you down while your family abandon the fat load that was once their kin. Leaving you to wallow with only me to see you, to fondle those folds whether you want me too or not. There will be no breaks, only the sweet deviousness of sugary lard filling your throat until the moment you pass out from diabetic shock. Then of course, Ill pleasure myself as you beg for help.. only to cum as you wheeze your last breath, fatass.
Being immobile but only contact I have is threw a VR headset lol I'm new to the death feederism thing but it seems really nice
That sounds so wonderful. You get to see and experience all the wonderful things you've decided to give up by being a miserable fatty cow who cant control themselves around food. Better yet, you get to indulge even more. Being forced into watching nothing but fat porn or muck bang videos to brainwash you into being the best cow you can be. Mindlessly grazing until your face is too fat to even fit the VR around it.
Honestly as long as a feeder could guarantee I will get fatter I’m willing to do anything. Run off and leave my prior life behind? You go it. Horrifically embarrass myself in front of people? Sure, as long as you keep me high and full I don’t care. Do anything you want to me and I’ll just nod dumbly and do it.
Anything?
Darling, I dont think you know what you're getting yourself into, Letting yourself be used like a cute little toy pampered and cozy is one thing. But, Anything to get fatter for me? I wonder if you'll still feel that way after, I shove thousands of calories into your thick little gullet, forcing you to a pace where you inhale food until your stomach is on the brink of tearing itself apart. Aching, throbbing you'd be sobbing with pleasure and pain as your flesh bulges against every doorframe on the way to the bedroom. How will you feel when you're so full and aching for release knowing you cant reach and I wont let you finish until were finished with your sixth snack of the hour. No matter how much you squirm or how many stretchmarks appear on that sexy bloated body of yours. Because you need to get fatter. You need to fill your gut with lard. No matter what it takes, Because you said Anything right?

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May I introduce the idea of:
CUTE OBESE BLOB KNIGHTS!!!! A submissive guard dog, muscled strong bastard capable of fighting and protecting an entire Kingdom with unmatched skill. He falls for a very very spoiled royal. Little by little he's lured into Brunches and luncheons, to 'protect the royal' When really its the royals only wish to stuff as much hearty food as they can into their poor stressed knight. Lunches turn to late suppers, and suppers turn into second dinners, and the knights suddenly promoted to their own private quarters, where they find themselves lounging more and more. The more they lounge, the more they're fed, lazing out each day as their ward spends so much time with them there, (why would he need to leave it?) His stomach grows soft, then juts out beneath his armor, Armor that within a few months, no longer fits. The knights stomach hangs low over his legs. Legs that had grown thicker and plumper than most men's entire waist. His arms forced out to his sides, pushed up by huge moobs that choke him were he lays, huffing puffing, wheezing for air underneath his own fat. Waiting until his Royal master returns unless his face is stuffed with another meal. Because what is a knight but a royals fat little pampered pet?
How big should I get?
As big as you can. Grow so large your fold hang over the bed and swallow your feet. Get so big you can't roll over without me. Become so fucking fat for me, that your little heart cant take one more donut without bursting. The list goes on, fatty boy. <3
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My kind of fanservice
omg this please!!
This is a problem I will always want to have. ❤️🔥
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