#queer feeder

Still alive, still fat, it's too hot, 🍨

♡ you can call me berry

♡ 26, she/her, queer, switch

♡ feeder, admirer, encourager

♡ horny ramblings, writings and whatnot

♡ not interested in romance, so please don’t flirt w/ me. feedees however are more than welcome to flood my dms for encouragement and teasing ;p

♡ minors, racists, pedos, homophobes, transphobes, ai “creators,” ageless/blank blogs, creep blogs that post unsuspecting fat people without consent will be blocked

✅ weight gain, mutual weight gain, soft feedism, inflation, bloating, burping, intox(?), whump, femdom, pet play/puppy play, some forms of bondage, body worship/praise, roleplay

But nothing can compare to being fattened up, to have an audience that desires to see you blow up as much as you desire it, or better yet, to have a sweet feeder that dotes on you and your growing body.

Someone to grab at your extra softness and admire the amazing work you've done at fattening yourself up, only to tell you how much they want to fatten you up some more, to leave new stretchmarks on you and make you carry new pounds on your already plush frame.

The sweetest of pleasures, having a feeder to push you and having a feedee that desires the exact same and even more. Wouldn't you like to have that? For me to mark you with my desire, to see you fatten up by my own hand, for you to grow plumper under my gentle care and loving praise, to shape you as my feeder heart desires, shower you in affection every time you get to milestone and celebrate it with a massive feast.

What do you think is the real point of no return for a feedee? When do the extra pounds become a proper prison from which there is no possible way a growing porker could escape? At what moment does his fate become sealed for good? When does a return to a normal weight become so distant and improbable that he should simply accept being a lard-encumbered landwhale forever and not worry his unsalvageably perverted mind with how much his self-imposed condition limits him in his day to day life?

I used to be fit. Hell, I was a quite decent high school athlete and I still have the trophies in my room. But then I started university, workouts became occasional, moving out to a dorm meant I could eat and drink whatever I wanted all the time, Covid hit and workouts, well, they stopped entirely... Freshman 15? No this oinker ate himself into a freshman 70 and although the speed of my gains slowed down (thank God lmao), I simply couldn't stop myself from crossing milestone after milestone...

Chubs became too out of shape for his old workouts. Tubby got out of breath every time he walked for too long, which was becoming a shorter and shorter distance. Fatass had to start shopping online for clothes because most stores don't have 4XLs. Porkchop accidentaly snorts like the boar he is when he laughs or eats too fast. Rotund cautionary tale had to buy a seatbelt extender and was advised to also buy a second seat when he flew. Blubbery beached beluga broke a wooden chair by sitting on it. Body by McDonald's now has a permanent double chin, moobs and a belly hang that turn him on when he jiggles them in front of a mirror without even needing to use his hands. Tons-of-fun got out of breath topping his former roommate's cousin and had to let the poor girl get on top to finish (and still laughs at me for it). Biggest boy in every room he enters now, well that teasing name is already a milestone. BMI-of-52 got to this point in only 6 short years of fast-food adiction and sedentary lifestyle.

He doesn't know if he has reached the "oops, too late to return to normal now piggy, you're fucked forever" stage yet. Maybe he has. Maybe it will be one of those future planetary limits he's sure to break sooner or later.

Blue ribbon at the fair will become so large he develops a waddle. Quarter-tonner will be too fat to masturbate. Actual pile of lard will need help getting up from the couch. Human deposit of melted butter will have fucked his degestive system to the point he will crave calorie-dense foods 24/7. "A Sumerian priest would think him fat enough to replace a heifer as a sacrifice to the fertility goddess" will be such a planet-sized cartoonish display of excessive hedonism that even you will want to pump the breaks and turn back.

But it will simply past that point.

-Vanilla Frosting Guy

While this branch of feedism isn't my cup of tea, I can definitely appreciate stories or texts of it.

It all depends on height and muscle mass, but if we're talking about someone who is a true fatty with not much muscle mass, I feel like 280-310 is a point of no return. But of course, weight is only a number, numbers don't really define us at the end of the day.