I saw a book at the library titled, literally, "How to Stop Stuffing Yourself."
Wouldn't it be terrible if someone with less than honorable intentions got their hands on that? Learned all the science and psychology around binge eating? Wanted to see if any of it held up to an individualized, duplicated setting??
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My appetite is already in overdrive and I'm craving a feast. Looking for a feeder who'd love to spoil a hungry piggy and watch me happily eat my fill. 🍩🍔💖
Just picturing how ridiculously round I would make you if I didn't have to think about anything else, how I want to pin you down by your full stomach and cuff you to the couch with a series of treats that leave you in a blur. Absolutely spoil you until you don't even know what day it is and yet you keep opening your mouth for me.
Knowing full well ill treat you like the roundest royalty, responding to you overspilling your queen sized quarters with even more excessive doting.
How you can't even see the number on the scale anymore, or remember the last time you stood without being assisted. Of course you still know you're putting on an incredible amount of weight based on how much slower you are holding up your blimped up bimbo arms. Everytime you look in the mirror and struggle to lift up your rolls without straining yourself, you see more fresh stretch marks you swear you didn't remember from last time.
Even if they weren't proof in the pudding, you'd be able to notice how hot and heavy even the little things are starting to get. Down to your very breath, it takes a lot out of you to do much of anything. Pretty self explanatory for a spoiled princess taken in as an overfed housepet. Even on your best behavior, anything that exerts you as much as thinking about exercising seems to lead you to spending an endearing amount of time sitting on your bigger butt with your mouth wide open, anticipating more and more.
Don't you know how much I enjoy how voluptuously vocal you've grown? Going from wincing during first morning funnel feedings to feverishly whining for it in your sleep, so eager you beg for me to wake you every morning with softening shakes. Unable to even shut your eyes and get some rest without having your belly be uncomfortably full at the end of the day. Ready to unleash hell if you were to wake in the middle of the night able to eat much more.
I'm way too fucking greedy to let you go a moments notice without being stuffed silly. I need to see you have a constant glazed look in your eyes. As you live deep within a sugar coated haze, where hunger has continually been abated, ever since you could last remember. I need my blimping bimbo plush toy to grow into beached whale trophy wife territory, and you need it now too.
It's real fucked up but I want to make you so fucking soft other people are flabbergasted and questioning if you're posting something edited. No way could she get this fat this fast, everyone needs video evidence of exactly how much you can eat now. Only to find out how concerned they are to see your fattened fate be 100% true, yet arousing and all. Let's make you the most beautiful morbidly obese blob, capable of corrupting even the most casual kink enjoyers with how captivating and cute your multi hundred pound gain looks.
Only when I can feel and hear your waddle approaching, knowing exactly when you get the bright idea to try and move on your own, will I be ready to let you slow down the plush princess treatment. And let's be honest, would you want this any other weight?
I need a do-nothing princess who is disturbingly obsessed with food.
As giving and caring a feeder could be, I'd still be relegated to some background presence. Only as good as the food I bring. Only as good as the chores and caretaking I offer.
Each passing day is a success by keeping her in bed. Any ambition snuffed out by a steady snack and meal regimen. Laziness becomes a trait, an identity. You don't "get" to eat in bed all day long. It's who you are. It's what you do.
I want that liberating feeling that every single action I take is turning someone into a blob. I want to strip away all the social grace. She HAS to have food in reach at all times. She HAS to be a bit unpresentable.
Erode her sensibility. There's no guilt to how bad these habits are, because any outside voice has long been silenced and removed. It's not bad that you are overstuffed and still hanging your mouth open when I hand feed you. Who's going to say it's wrong? Who's going to stop you? Who's going to stop me?
It'll all settle once your body eventually makes the decisions for you. It isn't a choice to stay indoors when the thought of lumbering across the house is unthinkable. Any whimsical ideas of going out into the world disappears. Why fantasize about the impossible?
All that's left is to keep eating and growing. The obscene reality that you haven't had a weight plateau in months and years isn't a problem. It's normal to feel your body take up more space in more inconvenient ways. Thighs too heavy for your legs to move. A belly that pins you down. Heavy arms and a heaving chest that dominates your field of vision. Even a neck and face so thickened by fat that you begin to forget what you used to look like.
You'll be a fixture of your room, of your bed. Blindly feeling for the sack of food left by your side. Casually aware that you used to have a name, maybe some sort of a life. Rules and behaviors that let you fit in with others. All foreign to your rotted sense of self as you struggle to finish eating another pastry. Laboring and painfully trying to choke more food down. There's nothing human about it, it's purely blob behavior.
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I love being an avid gym-goer with a feedism kink. Like yes, I want to be able to lift very very heavy weight so I can lift my feedee and her huge belly.
Bonus points if some of her weight gain rubs on off me, thats more weight to turn into muscle and more muscle means I can lift more weight 🌹
You always got nervous about stepping on a scale at the doctor's office. Today was no different.
Your new doctor stops you with a hand to your shoulder. "Ah- almost forgot. I work a bit... differently." He gently takes his hand from your shoulder and grabs the hem of your shirt. "I'll need an accurate reading."
Before you can blink he's pulled your shirt over your head. You stand in your bra, bare. You start to protest in confusion as he unbuttons your jeans and slides them down your legs.
"Go on and step out of them." He says as he touches your shoulders and traces his way down to the clasp of your bra.
Dumbstruck you comply as he undresses you completely and assesses you before gently nudging you.
"Alright let's see what we've got here... hmmm 147? No no that won't do." He frowns into his clipboard. "I'll need to fix your weight immediately. This is terribly concerning. You're at extremely high need to gain weight immediately."
"I'm not fat!" You protest as he plants you on the exam table.
fuck, it’s so hot you’re only into feedism bc ur gf is. need my own piggy to corrupt. it’s so much hotter if they’re not into it on their own
thank you!! i love being obedient + i have a huge thing for intox(i get the muchies soooo bad) & hypno & breeding & all that so it was kinda just a natural progression!! not that i would've said no to her either way, i trust Her to know what's best for me, but it's nice that i could be eased into it. if you're looking for a piggy of your own then i definitely recommend looking for someone already into adjacent kinks, that way it's way easier to get them nice and fat and food-addicted before they even realize what's happening to them!!! i'm kinda dumb so it took me, like, ten stuffings to realize i was getting fattened up on purpose(and wayyyyy longer to realize how much i liked it), but looking back i wish i was dumber for longer. it would've been so hot to gain 20, 40, or even 80 lbs before realizing how thoroughly i'd been groomed & brainwashed.