👁️them🫦fatale👁️

yeah, when i was younger i pretty much closed myself off because i couldn’t get over the fact that the more i loved someone, the more i had “intrusive thoughts” (or so i called them at the time) about making them so fat they’d beg mercy, the more i thought i was wrong and broken and sadistic and a psychopath.

discovering feederism existed at all was the start to healing. then of course i discovered death feedism and some pieces of what i tried to suppress until then went to their just place in me.

i understood that if the other person feels that food is love accepted and fatness is love demonstrated, feedism wasn’t even to be nominated for the nurturing to be successful.

when she’s too full to handle whole foods (like cookies, burgers, or else) i give her teaspoons of butter (softened so it’s not hard on the tongue) mixed with sugar.

since her little brain works differently than most, i also usually alternate tastes and switch every now and then to soft butter and nutella, so that she doesn’t get nausea for repeating the same taste.

i actually have some.

first of all, the feedism community is kinda shit for dating and stuff like that. from what my pig told me, she always did meet-ups with feeders and usually there wasn’t a second date because of ghosting.

the truth is that most feeders and fat admirers love watching a thin person gain until a certain point (and above that point they become uncomfortable and doubtful).

so, my first advice is: be the pig you’re meant to be even when you’re single/alone. this will actually attract good death feedism karma 😁

the second advice i can give you is to look around you, because even the most normal person you know can be a death feedist… without even knowing what feederism is. there’s people everywhere who see a fatass eating a lot of fastfood and, instead of expressing disgust, they go on something like “god, now i have to marry them”.

i myself met my pig online because we both wanted to play Dungeons&Dragons with a group, and in the moment i saw her in real life i was willing to do about anything to be able to grab that flab ridden body and make it even more obese than that until her expiration date.

discovering she already was in the feederism kink and community was a pleasant surprise… but it was not at all a necessary step. i was already prepared to encourage her to grow terminally obese for me even without mentioning feederism at all.

so, tl;dr : eat whatever you want in public, explore your normal hobbies, and a death feeder will come to you easily.

of course.

if the duty of a pig is being destroyed by overindulgence, the duty of its farmer is to destroy by overindulgence.

i am also thinking about sharing ideas with other feeders, while i’m at it.

thinking that some pigs could be annihilated into terminal obesity faster and/or better just because i gave their feeder some advice or ideas is… food for thought.

i’m also monitoring how much time she actually stays in bed. sometimes she falls asleep in the middle of the day from eating a lot and her hours in bed reach like 19 hours out of 24.

can’t wait for the day she’ll try to get up like she usually does and she’ll realize she can’t stand anymore for whatever reason: ankles or feet too swollen up from insulin and blood sugar, or maybe her articulations simply stopped supporting that much of a terminally obese hog.

i want to see the fear in her eyes. i want to hear her heart skip some beats because she thought she’d have more time before failing to stand from that point to the exact minute of her fattening and agonizing end. i want to hear her rasping breath trying to utter some worried words and i want to press the funnel to her lips and simply reassuring her that I’m gonna take care of all her needs without her having ever again to touch the floor with her soles.

i want to dry her tears while i stretch that big balloon stomach out with extremely caloric slop and to listen to her organs struggling to keep up with me and my plans for her.

i want her eyes to go cloudy from diabetic retinopathy, i want to blind her with so much sugar that she’ll not even understand what i’m feeding her. i want her little sausagy fingers to go numb with sugar, i want to put a nasogastric feeding tube into her intestines so that she’ll gain weight 24/7 without even me needing to move a finger for it. well, i’ll do it anyways… i mean, i’ll keep feeding her high calories fried junk while she is fed slop by the tube.

i don’t care if she suffers, she’s mine to do whatever i want with her. she’s my fattening pig, and i cherish her in the same way a farmer cherishes their prize-winning fattest hog.

she’s my pet, hell, even less than a pet sometimes, since i’d never do anything like this to my cat. she’s my first project and i love her so much that she has to expire exactly the way i programmed her to.

until then, i’ll simply keep reanimating her to fatten her up to my wishes.

she cannot die if i don’t allow her to.

you don’t… you don’t want to finish eating this?

i have to… stop?

oh.

oh…

oh well…

i believed… sorry, those were my expectations.

of course you can do anything you want, darling, it’s just…

yeah, yeah, i’m fine. i swear, i’m perfectly fine.

so… i’ll have to… just trash the rest?

are you… are you completely sure you don’t want to finish it?

i mean, what a waste. the food? aah, yeah, i was totally talking about the food, ahah

oh, don’t worry about me, piggy.

no, i’m not making “that face”.

i just thought we were waaay past all of this ordeal.

you know how it works, don’t you?

i go to work, i make money, i buy the food, you eat the food.

it’s so simple that even an animal would happily comply.

but not you, uh? because “you’re too full” now.

listen to me… i’m gonna trash this.

and since this specific food is too filling for your poor piggy body, you’ll never have it anymore.

yeah, you heard correctly: i’m never buying it anymore.

are you ready to give it up forever?

…what a good girl.

eat it up.

fill this lard sack you have as a stomach… you know you need it.

see?

can’t wait for her to get a cpap and oxygen… she’s not breathing since a full minute in the photo 😆

also, so hot how she lets me filling her chubby mouth with whatever fried junk i can find, her poor liver will go in no time from a simple steatosis to a fibrosis… like a foie gras duck 😁

😚 what a good pig i managed to find! 💞

i open a brief video she filmed of our kitty and i barely can hear the meow because of her heavy breathing (even though she’s sitting and has not moved since hours).

i listen to her body struggling even in turning itself on the bed, and her breathing stopping once in a while because she’s so fat.

i am here on tumblr too. it feels a bit like returning home after a while lot of time… it was like the first social i had back in my teens, because i disliked facebook.

i think i’ll like tumblr better than instagram for this whole thing (feedism), i like writing more than i like posting photos, and putting words here feels almost like tossing them into the void.

i don’t care for followers or anything like that.