#feeder fics

three straight days of binging and stuffing really fills a pig out

Being conditioned to oink for food, orgasms, belly rubs, attention.

Being kept in a cage, or a leash, only being let out to eat on all fours or tied down to get funnelled. No talking allowed, just pig noises to satisfy you.

I’m nothing but a vessel to fill, a bloated object to degrade and humiliate.

Being inspected to make sure im piling on enough fat for you. Daily weigh ins. Daily force feedings. I get punished for crying, forced into a crammed cage where my fat spills out and I can’t move.

One day you’ll let me outside. Go out to eat. I have to wear my pig ears and snout and eat everything you order for me.

And I’m still only allowed to oink

No more friends, family, social life.

Only growning, less human, bigger and bigger until I can never get up again

this makes me so fffsgshsh

Letter 'P' from The A, B, C's of being Soft. Read the others here.

It was no secret Kinsey had multiple social media accounts. Facebook, Instagram, tumblr, Twitter (she refuses to call it X), TikTok just to name a few. 

Finn only had Facebook and used it to keep up with a few groups he was a member of and to stay in touch with extended family. 

So it was a bit of a surprise when all of a sudden he was bombarded with messages from people he had not heard from in years. And it was all because of a photo Kinsey shared on social media. Correction: many photos she shared. 

A little over a week after they officially declared themselves dating, Kinsey asked if she could tag Finn in some pictures she wanted to post. 

“I don't care. It's not like I'm even online much anymore.” 

He never really thought anything of it when Kinsey wanted to take selfies of herself when they went out. She liked to take pictures of their meals, scenery, that sort of thing. But then she started taking selfies of them together. He was never one to take pictures of himself, but Kinsey had a knack for capturing them at their best. He even started getting used to it and really liked how he looked with her. 

He looked happy. And fat. 

Very happy and very fat.

Many of them were close-ups of their faces; her kissing his chubby cheek, and some of him kissing her. There was one she absolutely loved of the two of them where Finn took up most of the frame. She liked it because it highlighted their size contrast. He liked it because it was them. No filters, no hiding his size (or hers); it was just them. 

He was at work when his notifications started going off. Text notifications. Facebook notifications. And then his mother called. She hadn't spoken to him in over six months. He let the call go to voicemail because he was about to go into a meeting.

When he entered the conference room, his friends from the accounting department approached him.

“Damn, Finn! Your girlfriend is smokin’ hot! How come you never told us about her?” Rob asked, patting him on the back.

“What are you guys talking about?” Derek held his phone up to Finn. He held the phone back to bring it into focus, and there they were, with the caption: Dinner with my big, beautiful boyfriend! 😍

Finn scanned the screen and noticed over 200 likes and over 100 comments.

“Yep. That's Kinsey.” Finn handed the phone back to Derek and took a seat in the back. He pulled out his phone and opened the Facebook app. It had been so long since he used it, he had to reset his password. 

Kinsey posted over 20 photos of the two of them. He had over 30 people private message him, including his mother. He took a deep breath and did his best to concentrate on the quarterly sales meeting. 

When he got home, Kinsey was sitting on the front steps. 

“I didn't want to bother you at work. I figured you probably had enough messages without me adding to them,” she said looking down. “Are you upset?”

“What? No! Why would I be upset? Come on inside.” Kinsey stood up and let Finn walk past her.

“Give me a minute to change, and then we can talk.” 

“Okay. Are you hungry? I can make us a snack?” 

“Sure. Make yourself at home.”

By the time Finn joined Kinsey in the living room, she made up a platter of nachos, complete with lots of melted cheeses. 

“So. I guess we are official? Official, official?” Finn winked as he pulled out a portion of tortilla chips and took a bite.

“We are. Have you had time to read any of the comments?” Finn shook his head. 

“I responded to a few texts and messages on my lunch. I'll call my mom after dinner.”

“I'm sorry about the negative ones. I just delete them when I see them. Those people are stupid and don't know-”

“Kinsey? I really don't care. Are you regretting posting?” Finn asked quietly. 

“No! Absolutely not! All my friends and family are quite aware of the type of person I'm attracted to. I just wish people weren't so fat-phobic is all.”

“I can almost guarantee you anything that was said today will not be anything like what I went through in school. And, I'm like a grown-up now. The only person I care about who thinks anything about me is you, okay? And I have a suspicion you like me the way I am, right?” Finn leaned in and kissed Kinsey. She moved closer into his space and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him harder. 

“I absolutely like you the way you are very, very much.”

“Good, because I like you very, very much, too.”

 “I'm not gonna stop posting just to make people more comfortable, just so you're aware,” she whispered into his ear.

Letter 'O' from The A, B, C's of being Soft. Find the rest here.

“From the gentleman at the end of the bar,” the bartender told Kinsey as he slid a second glass of white wine next to her first. “I tried to tell him you had a boyfriend, but you know how some guys are. But, hey, it is a free glass of wine.” 

“True.” 

“Heads up- looks like he’s headed this way. Just say the word, and I’ll tell him to leave.” 

“Thanks, Joe, but I’ll be fine. Finn’s on his way down. We’re used to this. Plus, it will be fun to watch his reaction when he finds out.”

“I bet. Okay, Kinsey.”

Kinsey noticed the man ogling her the minute she sat down at the bar. Finn insisted she head down first while he finished getting ready. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” Kinsey forced a smile. She was used to guys hitting on her that looked like him. Tall, tanned, well-muscled, not an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. 

“Look, thank you for the wine, but I’m not available.”

“I don’t see a ring, and it’s just a glass of wine. I promise I won't bite. All I’m interested in is conversation, that’s all.” Joe glanced at Kinsey, and she signaled she was fine. 

“Well, in that case, thank you. But I do need to tell you, my boyfriend is on his way down.” 

The man smiled brightly and sat down next to her. “Well, seeing he is not here yet, and he dared to let you out of his sight, I think I’ll take my chances. You’re not from around here?” Kinsey took a sip and shook her head. 

“No. We’re on vacation.” 

“You couldn’t have chosen a better place. The sunsets on the beach cannot be beat.”

“Agreed! Would you excuse me for a moment? I see my boyfriend.” 

Kinsey looked up and saw her boyfriend, all 450 lbs of him, enter the crowded bar. She waved and he smiled as soon as he saw her. He slowly maneuvered his way through the crowd, taking a little longer to apologize to the people his big belly inadvertently bumped into.

The man looked at Joe. “That’s her boyfriend? Can’t be… How can she possibly?” Joe shrugged his shoulders as he wiped down the counter.

Kinsey stood at the end of the bar and waved. She hugged, kissed him, and wrapped her arms around Finn’s and led him to her seat. “You smell amazing,” she purred. He squeezed her ass and kissed her neck. 

“Hey Finn. One old-fashioned?” Joe asked, clearly enjoying the look of surprise on the tanned man’s face. 

“Finn, this nice man bought me a glass of wine. I’m sorry I didn’t get your name.”

“What? Oh, I just remembered I need to meet up with a friend. You two enjoy the rest of your vacation.” He smiled and walked away, looking very confused.

“Nice meeting you!” Kinsey called out after him. 

Letter 'N' from The A, B, C's of being Soft. Find the rest here.

Finn was softly snoring as Kinsey laid next him, admiring his newest stretch marks she helped to create in the last month. After an enormous brunch that took Kinsey an hour to prepare and almost two hours to feed, Finn was now in a bliss-filled carb coma, and Kinsey could not have been happier. He actually had a smile on his face, and she could not help but kiss his double chins while gently massaging his very full belly. She quietly slid out of bed, careful not to wake her fat sleeping beauty. She covered him with a sheet, threw on a T-shirt and shorts, and padded into the kitchen to plan their day. 

She loved days like this. Feeding Finn until he could not do anything except nap until his next snack or meal gave Kinsey plenty of time to run errands, clean up, and cook without taking time away from her boyfriend. By the time he would wake up, she would have all the time she needed to take care of him. 

And for him to take care of her. 

Finn was never a fan of naps. That was until he met Kinsey. Before Kinsey, he would graze throughout the day and order take-out for his dinner. He still grazed, but Kinsey insisted he start eating home-cooked meals with extra large portions. Carb-heavy, saucy or cheesy creations she would make just for him. One Saturday afternoon after a pretty hearty lunch, Kinsey watched Finn’s eyelids droop. His head jerked up when he realized he was about to fall asleep.

“Go take a nap, babe. I really don’t mind.”

“Are you sure? I’m so stuffed it’s not like I can really do anything right now anyway!” Finn slapped his round globe of a belly. 

“Then go! I’ll even massage your chubby belly until you doze off, if you’d like.” Kinsey stood up and held out her hand, and Finn heaved himself up. 

“My poor, fat baby. So full, so heavy, all you can do is sleep it off,” Kinsey whispered in his ear as she massaged his belly.  

“Mmmm, I really am so full, don’t stop, Kinsey. Feels… so… good.” In less than five minutes, Finn was sound asleep. 

Two hours later, Finn woke up feeling refreshed and quite horny, It was now his turn to take care of Kinsey. She jumped into his arms, hugging and kissing his neck while he walked them back into the bedroom. 

From The A, B, C's of being Soft. Find this and other chapters here.

“So, this recipe has been handed down for generations. I really hope you like it.” Kinsey set the steaming plate of Hungarian goulash in front of Finn. He inhaled deeply. 

“Smells delicious. But, uh, why? Um, never mind…”

“No, what is it?”

“There just isn't much of it, is all…” Finn picked at the “normal-sized” portion on his plate.

“Oh. If you didn’t like it, I didn’t want you to feel obligated to have to eat it. I actually have the oven pre-heating as we speak just in case I need to throw in some pizzas.”

“In the three months you've been cooking for me, how many times have I not liked it?” Finn asked, amused. 

“Never, but this is different. Oh, hell! Just take a bite!” Kinsey grabbed the fork and fed Finn a bite. He let out a little moan as soon as the goulash touched his tongue. She pulled her hand back and sat down. She watched him chew and then swallow.

“Kinsey, this is delicious. Really.” Finn took another bite and nodded his head. “You know, if you would like to, um…” Finn picked up his fork and twirled it around in a circle.

“If I'd like to what?” Kinsey’s heart started beating so fast she was sure Finn could actually see it through her blouse. She had been wanting to hand feed Finn for the last month, but had been too nervous and shy to bring it up. She was not sure how he would react to knowing how badly she wanted to feed and fatten him up. 

“It’s just that you mentioned you dated big guys before, and, uh, I was wondering if you ever, um, fed them?”

Kinsey’s cheeks burned. She nodded and slid her chair closer to Finn. She rubbed his thigh, slowly moving her hand up to his underbelly. 

“I have, and what would you say if I told you I've been working up the nerve to talk to you about that?”

Finn coughed and widened his eyes. “You have?”

“Uh huh. And I may have been thinking about something else, but I didn’t know how you would feel about it…”

Finn licked his lips, eyed the goulash, and looked back at Kinsey. “How about you tell me while you feed me?”

Kinsey gingerly picked up the fork and Finn opened his mouth for Kinsey to feed him. He moaned after almost every bite. “Can I have more?” Finn asked as she scraped the last amount off the plate. Kinsey smiled and jumped up to refill his plate. When she returned, there was a much bigger portion on Finn’s plate this time, along with some crusty bread and butter. 

As she was feeding Finn the third plateful, she revealed the second part of her fantasy. 

“I want you fatter, Finn. And I want to be the one to fatten you up,” she kissed his double chins and chubby cheek. “Would you let me feed you so you can get fatter? For me?” she whispered as she massaged his bloated belly. 

From The A, B, C's of being Soft. Find this and other chapters here.

It started raining Friday morning, and continued on into Sunday afternoon. Finn and Kinsey had plans to go away for the weekend, but they decided to cancel Friday night once they heard the weather forecast. 

“You know, I’m not that upset, Kinsey. I know you were looking forward to the couples massage, but we can go another time. I promise,” Finn pulled her into his massive belly as she snuggled closer to him. She began drawing figures eights on his stomach and running her fingers along his stretch marks. 

“I know. It just sucks is all. I mean, I guess we can lounge around in bed watching movies. I can make popcorn. Or, maybe we could do something else?”

“Like what?” Finn teased. 

“I have an idea, or two. Are you too full, or should we wait a little bit?”

“We’re not going swimming, so…” he laughed. Kinsey slapped his hard belly and took off her T-shirt. She slid her panties down and kicked them off. She climbed on top of him, and rubbed his hard cock through his boxers. 

“You’ll have to take these off,” she whispered while she tore open a condom. He lifted his ass and Kinsey grabbed his boxers off in one hard pull. "Help me for a sec, please?"

He knew what she meant. The more times they fuck, the more it's like they've been doing it forever, like a dance choreographed just for them. He lifted his heavy gut while she slid the condom on, and then she raised his wide underbelly, and guided his cock into her warm, wet pussy. She rubbed him against her clit, causing her to shudder. He squeezed her thighs with his fat hands and pulled her closer into his rolls of fat. She began to ride him, slow at first, and then faster and harder. Finn watched her breasts bounce up and down as Kinsey grabbed handfuls of the

“So…fucking…good! Don't stop! Fuck! Come for me, Finn! I need to feel you come!”  

Finn grunted and came so hard he got lightheaded. He carefully withdrew and collapsed beside Kinsey, who was currently experiencing her second orgasm in a matter of minutes.